Sunset greetings from the tame prairie, my Big Beautiful Cats, hang onto your gorgeous tails, it’s getting rougher and rougher out there... of course, depending on where you’re located.Up front, darling Felines, as the Kougar wrote in Volcano’s Angelic Forecast... the land is calling for the return of folks... the more time moi spends in the embrace of nature, the more she feels and realizes, or knows wisdom that has been lost to those of us raised in Suburbia or in the cities. On this day, the Kougaress FELT the land calling out to individuals. Yes, the land wants your return. If you’ve ever had a yen, a feeling, a need to return to the land, do so now, as quickly as you can.~~~
Featured at Flash Fiction Sunday on the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~Postcards from the Road by PG Forte ~ Well, it’s summer and that means vacation. Whether you’re traveling to somewhere new or comfortably familiar, near or far, or merely in your own mind I want to hear about it. Here’s moi’s flashie ~The Massage MagicianI close my eyes and mentally compose a postcard to my girlfriend. After all, she set up this appointment as my birthday gift. Dear, Linda, my tension-abused body surrenders to the mauve, perfectly cushioned table. No, I don’t want to see him as he enters. I just want to feel what he’s going to do to me. You said he’s known as the Massage Magician. I soooo HOPE so. As I wait, I listen to the soothing ebb and flow of the ocean. The island birds trill and squawk, the perfect entertainment. I smile and drown in the paradise fragrances.I hear footsteps, a strong slow stride, and almost silent. He’s probably barefoot. A breeze seems to follow him in. For moments, it plays over the bare skin of my shoulders and lifts strands of my hair. I’ve left it loose. I feel loose here. Everything is enchantment. The sun, the sea, the sky. Walking on the hot fine sand. The tropical blooms surrounding me. I swear they know how beautiful I find them. As he comes closer, I smell him. Lion, I think, because his scent is regal and sun-golden. He reeks of power, the deliciousness of I’m-here-to-take charge.Something about him is familiar. But, I’m so zoned out and peacefully drunk on this paradise island, I don’t bother trying to figure out what it might be. I notice his steps stop, as if he’s slightly taken aback. However, I hear him move to me. The confidant way he brushes my hair to the side, then eases his hands onto my shoulders and begins a light massage, lulls me into a sweet much-needed relaxation. Gradually, he intensifies the pressure on my shoulder muscles, kneading them toward nirvana. “Oh...oooooh,” I moan. “That is so good. Don’t stop, Massage Magician.” He pulls the sheet down my back, a sensual sliding of the lightweight cotton. Even though, his touch remains professional, somehow there’s a sense of intimacy. If his massage hadn’t been pure magic, relaxing me in a way I could only dream about, I would have paid more attention to the warning in the pit of my stomach. He pauses, then his fingertips graze the length of my spine. “You always did have the most beautiful back.” Shock drills through me. I launch upward. “You!” My fist shoots for his jaw. A direct satisfying hit, even if it does sting.Okay, his expression suggests he’s stunned more than in pain. The fucking I-hate-him bastard! I grab for the sheet covering my naked breasts, and glare as he rubs his chin. “Get out of my way, or I’m punching you again.” His large lion-like body is blocking my exit. His gaze peruses my face and he doesn’t move. “You do remember,” he deeply purrs. I boil inside. My ears burn. “Get out of my way.” Feeling ruthless, I clench my hand and wind up. “Why wouldn’t I remember being dumped just before the prom?” Taking aim, I land another punch. Hard.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~Pitching In The Big LeaguesThank you so much to the Bad Behavers for having me!Few things are more intimidating for a beginning romance author than “pitching” a story idea in-person to an editor. Earlier this month I had the privilege of actually doing it, and I’d like to share a couple of thoughts. ~~~
EROTIC AUTHORS/ASPIRING AUTHORS check out this opportunity at Dear Author.~ dearauthor.com/wordpress/2010/06/26/submission-guidelines-for-the-painpleasure-anthology ~~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 546 ~Sylva arched her hips, shoved her pussy mound against her husband’s cock, then stroked him. He met her strokes quickly, his shaft rubbing the seam of her sex with a powerful rhythm. Suddenly he lunged his hips, driving his cock deep inside her. Sylva keened sharply, the pleasure taking hold of her flesh and causing her eyes to close. Fisting the sheets, she offered what he took. Staying on his fists above her, he rammed his shaft into her magnificently. Even though he didn’t verbalize it, Sylva felt him command her eyes open. Their gazes magically seared into each other. Zeke pumped into his wife as he devoured the passion etched on her beautiful face, as he feasted on the desire flaming like embers in her eyes. For him. Feeling as fierce as a prize stud, he took his woman. Wild with need, he launched his cock inside her hot silky sheath. She moved in frenzied concert with him, her hips a supple strength that heated his loins like sticks of dynamite about to explode. Their gazes melted into each other, but with incendiary sparks that flew back and forth, making their lusty mating all the more combustible. “Sylva, darlin’.”~~~~~~TO BE CONTINUED...~~~~~~Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...Part 16 ~ 545 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through MARCH 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
MEOWSA! STUFF YOU MIGHT NEED TO KNOW ~“Getting away with murder on a daily basis... Big Pharma”... so says a former insider ~From Coast to Coast am ~Ian Punnett was joined by former pharmaceutical executive Dr. John Virapen ~ http://john-virapen.com/en/home.html ~ who revealed the underhanded methods used by big pharma to get drugs approved and to rake in massive profits.Speaking from his personal experience, Virapen recounted the chicanery he witnessed, and participated in, when he was an executive in Sweden with the drug company Eli Lilly. He explained that they wanted to introduce the drug Prozac to Sweden, because it is a "prestige country" and approval there would help spread the drug to other countries. Virapen alleged that he gave a $30,000 bribe, along with promises of future payoffs, to a Swedish official to expedite the approval process, which normally can take between one and nine years. However, when Eli Lilly balked at giving a 5 milligram sample of the drug to Swedish officials for testing, they denied the approval of Prozac and Virapen was subsequently fired for failing to get the drug approved.Following his departure from Eli Lilly, Virapen hoped to work with other pharmaceutical companies but was dismayed to learn that his experience was not an isolated incident. He declared that the drug companies "don't care, whatsoever, for people's health" and are only focused on making money for their shareholders. To bolster his argument, he cited the massive amounts of money that have allegedly gone towards drug research and claimed that, in the last 50 years, no medicine has truly been developed to cure any actual diseases. On where that money really goes, he theorized that it gets funneled to politicians, universities, and insurance companies in order to consolidate more power for big pharma.He lamented that the vast amount of money yielded by what he called the "pharmaceutical industrial complex" has resulted in the field being virtually impervious to true oversight. As an example of this power, Virapen cited the fines that have been levied against pharmaceutical companies for illegal marketing, a dangerous practice that can result in the death of misprescribed patients. According to him, the profits from the sale of those drugs far outweigh the imposed penalties. Therefore, the pharmaceutical companies will pay the fines so that then they can keep selling medicine, rather than take the battle to court and risk having the sale of the drug halted while the case is pending. ~~~ALSO! Can you imagine this latest new profession: Infant Psychiatry... why, yes, it’s all too real in Germany... wait, w-a-i-t for it ... yep, it’s coming to America... betcha!~~~~~~
Guess what? The Pentagon is about to take over the Internet. Yep, the government’s KILL SWITCH is almost in place. This means, most likely, a *slow* and *incremental* death for freedom of speech and freedom of commerce on the world wide web. That is, shut down the Internet for a short time. Get rid of THOSE they don’t want inhabiting the world wide webbie. Yeppers, yowsers, it’s the ole frog in a pot syndrome... throw him into a boiling pot of water and froggie jumps out... but put him in a nice warm water and keep turning up the heat... well, a boiled and dead frog.Not only that, Alternative Media will now be taxed to save the so-called mainstream media. Yep, the ESTABLISHMENT is now about to *tax* FREE SPEECH to pay for their propa-genda.Indeed, the encroachment of Tyranny quickens and spreads like an aggressive cancer across our beloved country and, yes, across the world, in general. Watch your back sides, my darling Big Cats.AND! Most beloved Felines, if you live in a major city, now is the time to consider moving to a smaller community, or onto an acreage. Now, is the time to return to the land. As the Depression worsens, the big cities will erupt and everything will break down. If you know about a good community of like-minded folks, make every effort to join with them.~~~~~~
~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Massaging smooch from the Kougar...
Monday manic and memorable KitKats, a day of zip-zap craziness and the Kougaress figures it will only continue this week given all the authorly stuff she has to do!!! So stay meow-tuned as we soar through the erotic romance galactic and she heads deeper into the edit cave. ~ Some people call me the space cowboy ~ this lyric played earlier today as bumper music and seems completely in tune with moi’s world these days.~~~
This saying, presented by historical romance author, Lindsay Townsend, in the comment section of the HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog seems so profoundly appropriate for our current times ~Oscar Wilde - 'We're all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars.'~~~
IT’S BACK ~ Flash Fiction Sunday at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~ Weather or Not…by Jolie Cain ~ Ever notice how in some books and movies, the weather is an integral part of the plot?~~~
New Moon Purrs, poetry must be in the air, my darling felines… paw-hop on over to the Liquid Silver blog for some exceptional poetry instead of the usual flash-ing... yep, those poetic vibes must be hanging in the storm-heavy air here, too… the Kougar was inspired to write a *new* poem about the goddess heroine in a novella [not pubbed] she wrote about ten years ago, titled ~ Goddess from the Dark Side of the Moon ~Silvery translucenceshe slid down his cheek as one drop of rain.To torment him furthershe rained herself upon his dark golden hair.To torture his need for hershe sluiced her goddess essenceover his Apollo-handsome physiquecaressing every bold muscle, every masculine plane of him until he raised his faceto Earth’s gray pearl skyand silently shouted her name.She bathed him in herbeauteous Venus nature until he clenched his eyelidsand begged for her.She showered him with her desires until he groaned like Mt. Vesuvius. He screamed through the cosmos pleading for her favor.His human body strained,a statue of blazing marble for her.Only her.Taking her woman’s revengeshe whirled as silver raindrops around his naked body, shuddering him.She saturated him with hererotic dreams of him. Only him.She slowly slid her watery being, her silvered transparencydown his taut agonized groinand spun up his pillar-standing phallus.Wickedly, she drove him to the brinkof ecstasy, then flowed from him,denying him, leaving him to feelthe lava blazes of Hades,as if the Lord of the Underworld consumed his flesh to punish hislover’s misdeeds, his betrayal of her. Satisfied, yet crying her own tears as raindrops she transformed to ethereal goddess above him.He opened his dark-as-midnight eyes as she vanished from himlike wisps of fairy mist before the golden brilliance of morning’s risen sun.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~Carrie Lofty - Song of Seduction - now released!Today we have Carrie Lofty as a guest at Lindsay's Romantics. Carrie has been here before, to talk about her novels, and she's here to chat a bit about herself and her work, especially her latest release, 'Song of Seduction'.~~~
Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~Sultry Sunday- a tempting tasteYears ago, when I first started writing romance I was unsure how descriptive to be in sex scenes. Well this was my first attempt...needless to say if you read some of my more recent writings and blogs- you see my style and descriptions have dramatically expanded and improved.~~~~~~
From Astrology.com ~The cosmos is busy with planetary activity as Venus gets ready to move out of emotionally self-protective Cancer into openly entertaining and fun-loving Leo on June 14 to stay there until July 9.Leo is the sign of the burning heart and with affectionate, sociable Venus in place it will be a time for romance, fun, frivolity and flamboyant parties. Venus in a Fire sign is never backwards about coming forward to express feelings or fancies. So whatever reservations or shyness has been holding you back will now be swept to one side. There might be a greater willingness for some of us to express our affections more openly as well as take risks in matters of the heart. This transit may also find you in a very generous mood.Flirtatious Uranus which dislikes restraints of any variety is in an easy trine (120 degrees) to Venus on June 14 as well so who knows what may happen? You certainly won't feel held back by considerations of what anyone else thinks. In long-term relationships there will be a chance to explore new activities and let a breath of fresh air blow through what has become stale.Venus then is in trine to Jupiter on June 15, which is sugary sweet and amiable. You'll want to gloss over difficulties, smooth off rough edges and be positive.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 532 ~Sylva watched as pods that resembled sharks streamed from the domed city of the Green People. ‘What are they doing?’ she asked. Before there was an answer, the pods appeared to enter a slit, emerging into the dense oil erupting from the ocean floor. In moments they were intercepted by a squadron of black underwater craft. Zaps that looked like green laser pulses zipped back and forth. Using complicated maneuvers Sylva had no way to follow, the shark pods and the black squadron battled each other. Evidently triumphant, the Green People chased them away, then spun toward the gushing wound.Zeke stepped closer to the huge screen. “The coming solar flares are the petals on the Secret Circle’s sunflower.” With the second thought hitting him hard, he rocked back. “They want the destruction of our Earth, of our precious planet.” Like a tornado on the way, Zeke’s thoughts continued. “They believe their underground structures will save them while the rest of us on the surface burn, or die from the solar strikes.” Zeke heard his dad’s quickening breaths. “The seed banks we’ve learned about recently, they must be planning to grow food afterwards. Not only that, they’ve been storing DNA.”~~~~~~TO BE CONTINUED...~~~~~~Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...Part 16 ~ 531 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through MARCH 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~ ~~~~~~
~ HAPPY LATE SPRING, ALMOST SUMMER ~Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...New Moon poetry kisses from the Kougar...
Darling Monday Kittens, want some Bad Boy Flash-ing... no, meows, not flashing those bad boys with your beauteous charms... which could prove to be a verra fun activity... in the meantime, romp on over to the LIQUID SILVER BLOG for Flash Fiction Sunday, featuring western erotic romance author, Gem Sivad ~ Bad Boy ~ Okay, you don’t know this guy from Adam. But he turns your insides to molten lava and just once you want to do something wild.~~~
Tuesday, the Kougar will posting the Flash Scene she penned for Flash Fiction Sunday on her SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS bloggie... since it stars her Shapeshifter Tigress, Kytaira and her BAD BOY Black Tiger hero, Zurroc.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Featured at Gem Sivad’s blog ~Bunk House Boys
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Leave a comment this week for the cowboy you take a shine to, and tell me why. Best comment of the week wins a book of your choice from my back list.~~~
Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
Sultry Sunday - Movie Day
by Mary Quast
I love to curl up with my honey and watch movies. We are always popping in a new release but I have a secret love of old movies. In those classic flicks the lighting, the drama, the innuendos! Now when I watch those movies I not only find some sexy but also funny. Here's a little list of some of my favorites.~~~
OPPORTUNITY! Authors... to blog or learn about Indie PublishingThe week of June 5th through to June 12 is now Independent and Self-publishing week at Lindsay's Romantics Blog ~ http://lindsaysromantics.blogspot.com ~
Those who have started their own publishing company or venture - I'm hoping you will book a day sometime this week on the Lindsay's Romantics Blog and share your experiences there - and also your books.
Those who have tried Smashwords, Lulu and other Self-Publishing ventures - I'm hoping you, too, will book a day on the Lindsay's Romantics Blog and share your experience - and also your books.
If you've gone the indie route - please share.
Practical items - how do you find creating covers, getting isbns, reviews? What's it like dealing with places like amazon et al?
Come put yourself on the calendar here and blog about it on Lindsay's Romantics.
Best wishes, Lindsay~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 511 ~
Sylva glowed as if a lover’s moon had slipped inside her. Damn, if she wasn’t falling in love with her cowboy, more and more. She knew she had a choice. Wall off her heart or go with the glowy floaty feelings that had taken over her entire body. If anything ever happened... if Zeke betrayed her, she knew her heart would be ‘torn asunder’. Maybe she would regret crossing this bridge, or deciding to keep on crossing, as she’d been doing. Still, this conversation with herself would likely not end soon. She was damaged goods when it came to love.
Zeke watched the clouds of doubt disappear from his Sylva’s eyes, and felt her body lighten in his arms. He couldn’t resist swooping down and kissing her. Her little arms claimed his neck while her lips warmly and passionately moved with his. Unsealing their lips, Zeke tangled his fingers in her hair, then eased them through her long tresses. “That’s what a comb is for,” she teased. Playfully turning her outward, he devoted himself to drying her hair. “I like my way of doing it better, darlin’ mine. Any objections?” She shook her head, her tresses waving over his hands.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 510 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through MARCH 2010 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
BIG CAT SWIPES AND COMMENTARY ~ Petty Power Chicks in Small Print/E-Publishing
It always happens, so it seems, those individuals who crave petty power, who actually think a power trip is the end-all and be-all of life...MAKE THEIR APPEARANCE.
There are SO MANY!!! GOOD, WONDERFUL AND AMAZING women and men in the romance publishing industry, one reason this Big Cat author enjoys interacting and making friends.
With the fast growth of small print/e-publishing, it had to happen... more and more, this Big Cat is hearing sad horror stories of how authors and aspiring authors are being treated by what she is calling the Petty Power Chicks. Perhaps, to make it fair and equal... also, the Petty Power Cockrells.
These sad idiots are so lacking in self-esteem and a real sense of their own souls, they figure their worth has to be *larger* than anyone supposedly under their ego-inflated authority. Yeah, slash and trash, an author’s work...no, don’t provide honest and valuable info that would actually help create a superior story.
Who knows what these Petty Power Chick/Cockrells have endured during their lives that turn them into these pathetic Napoleon wannabes? Who knows how much negative subconscious influence is going on when THEY lord it over everyone, and actually believe their words are worth their weight in gold? Oh, yeah...that’s so true, in this gold-to-the-moon economy.
While this Big Cat can certainly sympathize with their internal anguish, there is NO EXCUSE for allowing this bully-cliquish behavior. If you’re perpetrated against in this manner, take action. Let those in charge know, even if they are going to back the person who emotionally bullied you. And, if they do, this Big Cat strongly suggests leaving by any means necessary. Find a publisher who values you as an author. Plus, with Indie publishing on the rise ~ that could offer you a real solution and could be the right direction for furthering your career.
If you choose to accept or be cowed by this reprehensible, small-minded behavior, it won’t get any better. It’s the same psychology as being abused by a spouse. Further, in this Big Cat’s opinion, there is NO room for Petty Power Chick/Cockrells in the small print/e-publishing industry, that is, if it is to continue thriving, if this entrepreneurial phenome plans to flourish in the future. This Big Cat author so hopes it does!!!~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP ~ http://infowars.com ~ Alex Jones for a PEACEFUL REPUBLIC ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves... a Known Seditionist ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~
~~~ NO *ONE* HEALTH and NO *ONE* WORLD GOVERNANCE ~ It’s HELL ~~~HAPPY SPRINGING THROUGH SPRING!Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Flash and tease kisses from the Kougar...
How? Wow, Kitten Kats, things, events are moving at an extraordinary pace, whizzing by at almost blur speed. Already, it’s nearing the end of April.Darling Big Cats, if you live in Chicago-land, there is a call for the National Guard to patrol the streets like the police... sadly, dangerously, posse comitatus, the separation of the police and military, a mainstay of our democratic republic, has come to an end in our beloved country.~~~
Synchronicity rules these days... last night the Kougaress listened to a re-run broadcast of Coast to Coast am... yep, right on cosmic cue, she heard ~ love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you ~ a song featured the WIP the Kougar is penning ~ KANDY APPLE FOR HALLOWEEN ~ check out the snippet below.
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~~~ Flash of Dance With Me ~~~Sunday Flash Fiction featured at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~
Dance by mima
My favorite scene in my next Bonded fantasy...
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Moi’s flashie ~ a continuation of the third flash she wrote ~
Ignored as usual...
ONE ~
Ignored as usual, she swayed to the sultry rhythms as she sat, occasionally sipping on the old-fashioned Sangria. It was the usual crowd, couples making themselves hotter, their bodies twined together like pretzels. And those who despised dancing, thinking the art of the music was all. Shaking her hair, she missed the man headed her way. A viking of a man. His golden russet mane waved below his shoulders...had he stepped off a dragon ship? Stunned as he strode toward her, she drank in his muscled thighs, impressive beneath leather pants.
“Dance with me,” he commanded, extending his hand.
TWO ~
Trepidation raced through her like wildfire. Instantly, her palms became clammy. His sheer size made her feel like cowering, not to mention all that mass of hard muscle. He could probably snap her like a twig, even if she wasn’t the 60's model, Twiggy.
Still, the command of his icy azure eyes and his domineering stance compelled her to extend her own hand. And something else, her own sharp prick of curiosity. Why would a man like him want to dance with her? The drive to know why had her standing up. He clasped her hand.
“Your beauty pleases me.”
THREE ~
Shocked to say the least, Kayanna moved before him simply because he compelled it. Holding her hand in a strange courtly fashion, he peered down at her from what looked like nosebleed height.
His gaze, somehow blazing and somehow frigid, made a survey of her face. Kayanna felt plundered. Only it was the kind of plunder she’d fantasized about...wickedly delicious, turn-me-on plunder. She’d never dared believe it could ever be real.
All she really wanted was to dance, feel his body up close and personal. To be polite, she asked, “What’s your name?”
“Later, I will reveal my name.”~~~~~
Dance scene snippet [unedited] ~ KANDY APPLE FOR HALLOWEENNot doubting that for a second, Kandace followed him as he walked backwards with a dancer’s lithe power. The dark glisten of his eyes compelled her to match his movements.
“Zin.”
The sensation of her body flowing toward him became real as his arm clasped her waist and he pressed her against his virility. That’s what he felt like, hard polished virility. His beast smoky scent didn’t merely fill her nostrils, but seeped into every crevice of her, including her sweltering sex crevice.
Zin dreamily whirled her onto a surface meant for dancing. Like magic, ceiling lights created a silvery blue radiance around them. In her head Ella Fitzgerald’s beyond-compare voice crooned what Kandace felt.
“You do that something to me, that something that simply mystifies me,” she sang just for Zin.
He paused, draping her over his arm, his gaze blatant with desire, yet lit with curiosity.
“Tell me why should it be,” she throatily continued, “you have the power to hypnotize me?”
“My Kandy Apple,” he rasped so seductively, she wasn’t quite prepared for his next move.
With utter ease, he twirled her, then brought her flush against him. He swayed her body with such suave demand, Kandace clung to him, molten to her core.
Definitely magic, the melody from Cole Porter’s song enveloped them.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~ COVER ART DAYS
Got it covered...
By Chelle Cordoro
Are we so superficial that we judge the books we’ll read by the way the cover looks? It’s part of the come on I guess.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 483 ~Sylva cocked her head, fascinated by what Nevada said. “The technicians are in heaven studying the design,” he continued. “Some newfangled advancement I don’t understand.” He paused as Eduardo whispered in his ear. “Snake is being right cooperative, so far, telling all he knows.” Nevada glanced at her, then at his son. “Why don’t you two settle in? I think it’s handled for now.” Taking a step forward, Sylva offered her hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Vintorr.” His answering smile blew her away, it was so welcoming. Bowing his head briefly, he took her hand, pressing it between his.
Zeke allowed the happiness swelling his heart to reign in the following moments. His precious Sylva already belonged to his family, and was treasured in a way she probably didn’t understand, yet. Squeezing her shoulders, he gave a nod to his dad, then pivoted them back down the corridor. “There’s so much good in your world, that I’ve seen so far.” His wife clasped hands with him affectionately. “It’s overwhelming, actually.” Zeke rumbled a chuckle. “You’re overwhelming, darlin’ mine. And I mean you.” She giggled a bit, swinging his hand. “Do you mean, not because of my talents, but me?”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 482 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP ~ http://infowars.com ~ Alex Jones for a PEACEFUL REPUBLIC ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves... a Known Seditionist ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~HAPPY SPRINGING THROUGH SPRING!Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Dance with me kisses from the Kougar...
Meows, my adorable adventurous Big Kittens, it’s been a busy penning day for the Kougar with writing miles to go.Featured at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~
Trains, Planes, and Automobiles-oh, my
by Jolie Cain
Welcome to today’s edition of Sunday Flash Fiction. Transportation is our theme. Hotness is our goal.
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Here’s moi’s flashie ~
From the Kougar’s WIP ~ Rancher Needs a Wife
“Come here, honey.”
His words were her only warning. Keely found herself hauled before him, the steering wheel pressed against her back. She straddled his thighs, her sex riding his engorged cock. Seizing her ponytail, he tugged forcefully. His mouth descended, his kiss completely capturing her lips.
Taken by surprise, Keely didn’t struggle. Instead, she waited to find out if he could kiss worth a damn. His mouth moved over hers powerfully, his kiss consuming her lips with raw need. Keely succumbed. In a dance that could only be described as fierce and wildly sensual, their lips explored each other.
Their passion spread like wildfire, their heads switching back and forth rapidly as their mouths clung, rubbed and tasted. God, Keely had never felt such incredible lips. She indulged her appetite for making out, and keeping her kisses in concert with his, she slid her arms around his neck, then hugged tightly.
Their tempo slowing as if they knew each other’s souls, they kissed with open mouths, their lips sensually moving. The slip and caress of their lips felt like erotic heaven to Keely, and she gave him what he wanted, full access to her mouth in whatever way he wanted.
He’d gotten to her.
She only hoped he didn’t go too far, taking something she didn’t want to give. Not yet. There was nothing worse than a man who stabbed his tongue down her throat as if he’d found a cache of gold, then was determined to dig it out. Unless his tongue probed her ear like he performed a crude medical exam.
He sealed his mouth with hers, then traced her inner lips with the tip of his tongue. With a talent she reveled in, he teased the corners of her mouth until she sighed and kissed him hard.
Their kisses changed. Savagely, they seized each other’s lips, their tongues darting and twining. Keely didn’t know when she’d begun rocking on his log of a cock, but she knew the moment he stroked his hands beneath her sweatshirt claiming her bare flesh as if she already belonged to him.
Course, he figured she already did. Hell, she wasn’t giving him any message, but the ‘go’ signal. Molding her ribcage and her back with caresses, he continued kissing her feverishly, fiercely, fast.
“God, honey,” he uttered against her swollen mouth.
She knew why. His hands swept over her naked breasts.
He captured the fullness of her breasts as if he held treasure. Their mouths still clung, exchanging delicious kisses. Molten with pleasure, Keely pressed into his hands, offering her breasts. Shaping her eager tits with his large hands, he stroked her.
“Damn, you’re talented,” she moaned, then nipped his mouth with her own.
Suddenly, he eased his hands from her. Panting harshly, he adjusted her sweatshirt, covering her again. Keely whimpered in frustration.
“God, you start something. It’s good...” She halted. “Dammit. Never mind. What am I saying?”
“Too much. I’ll have to kiss you again to shut you up.”
His hoarse voice sizzled her skin as if he touched her.
“If I didn’t hear your lust, I’d have to punch you.” Keely let eyes slide closed. “God help me, you’ve got a big cock.” She stopped herself from rubbing her crotch against him. “I guess I’d better not say, I hope you know how to use it.”
“Honey, I’d be using it. But now’s not the time or the place.”
“Only a bed man? Make that only a ‘do it in bed’ man.” What was going on with her? Her tongue had taken on a personality of its own.
“Nope. But I’m not puttin’ on a sex show here. And when I ‘use’ it, you’re gonna know I used it, honey.”
Keely eyed him, firming her lips so she didn’t egg him on anymore, or herself.
He eased back from her as much as the seat allowed. From beneath his heavy-lidded gaze, he studied her face. “I wanted you to know it’s going to be good.”
“Yeah? Well, now we’re both hot and bothered.” Keely practically hurled her sigh. “Sorry, you seem to inspire the sharper edge of my tongue.”
“A frisky wife sounds real good to me, honey.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say. And it never turns out that way.” Keely carefully leaned on the steering wheel as she studied him. That’s all she needed, the horn blaring, a blatant announcement of her lust.
He flashed a lopsided grin, catching her off guard. “Don’t you worry. I’ll keep you plenty feisty and frisky. In bed, honey, and out of bed.”
“Oh, goody, goody.” She thrust her chin, swinging her ponytail several times.
“Sassy, too,” he drawled. “Well, that suits my nature just fine.”
Keely gave him a dubious look, not backing down from his steady gaze.
“Let me ease off this pole you’ve built in my jeans, then we’ll go inside. Settle down to some early breakfast.”
“Me sitting on it isn’t going to ease it.” Keely resisted her urge to ‘build’ his cock again.
“I like you sittin’ on it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m getting off...”
“I was about to get off.”
The tease of his voice tickled her. Keely wasn’t about to let him know that, averting her face.
“You were riding the length of my cock like a rodeo queen,” he continued, his drawl exaggerated.
“I was not.” Her chin shot out.
“I swear you were about to bust it out of prison.” A twinkle entered his eyes.
“Is that so?” Keely made her move, attempting to swing off him.
He caught her, his hands spanning her waist. “Hold on, rodeo queen.”
“I thought you weren’t interested in putting on a sex show.”
She nodded toward his window, then folded her arms, difficult in the confined space, but she managed.
Two men sauntered in their direction. He took a quick look. A grin spread over his features. “You don’t think playin’ kissie face and engagin’ in the sex act are two different things?”
“Oh, for... whatever.” Keely rolled her eyes big time. “I’m in no mood to discuss the subtle differences between romance and screaming monkey sex.”
“Nope, honey, you’re right.” As if he’d won their exchange, he hoisted her off his lap, then placed her on the seat with an ease that shocked her. Who was he? Really? Straightening her sweatshirt, she watched him from the corner of her eye.
“I’ll get your door. You stay right there.”
He waited until she nodded her head, then launched out his door with a speed that had her sucking in a breath of surprise.~~~~~~
It’s *** COVER ART WEEK *** at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG and the Kougar is blogging Monday, the 19th ... here’s the beginning ~
Cover Art ~ I am the Troublemaker
Yep, when it comes to my cover art, I can be a troublemaker. Okay, I can be a troublemaker over anything I feel strongly about. That’s my nature and I’m sticking to it.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~ COVER ART WEEK
CHERYL’S BOOK COVERS
by Cheryl Pierson
FIRE EYES:
Fire Eyes is always going to be the “book of my heart”—most special to me for several reasons.~~~
Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
Sultry Sunday- Heating up the weekend
The moment has come...you can feel the anticipation...your bodies have become one.
He needed more.~~~~~~
NOTE: Now would be a good time to purchase Potassium Iodide, and use it regularly. The supplement protects against radiation poisoning of the thyroid. Check it out on the webbie or in a medical book.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 476 ~Sylva took heart at her cowboy husband’s words. What else was there to do? “Landing?” she asked, “I didn’t even feel the flight.” His eyes lit up. The hint of whiskey-colored ornery she saw lightened her heart. “Nope. That’s the technology. Come on, darlin’.” He rose before her, offering his arms. The chair released her body as she stood. Sylva almost fell into his embrace because she hadn’t unexpected it. “Whoa there, little filly,” he teased. Gathering her close, he held her until the door panels slid open. White illumination flooded the interior as he guided her toward a ramp.
Zeke noted the bewildered expression on his Sylva’s face as she gazed around. “It’s like a little city... in here.” Bending down he pecked her sweet lips. “I’ll be right back, darlin’. Just going to get our cases. Stay here. You’ll be fine.” She gave an uncertain nod, then straightened her shoulders. Zeke strode for the transport. He understood her apprehension. It was better, though, if he gave her a chance to understand she could trust him as her husband. Snatching up their cases, he bounded toward her at the same time one of the managers approached. She shrank back.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 475 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP ~ http://infowars.com ~ Alex Jones for a PEACEFUL REPUBLIC ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~HAPPY SPRINGING THROUGH SPRING!Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Un-Wifely kisses from the Kougar...
Tired meows, my sweet and sassitude KitKats, it was a peaceful Spring-warm day on the tame prairie. Okay, recently moi’s rearview mirror succumbed to the deep ruts that shook her van, and fell off with a big nasty clunk. No, superglue doesn’t work. So, this Big Cat ended up using a couple of zip ties to jurry-rig it into a position that does work. Not quite so easily done as it sounds let moi yowl-tell ya.~~~
Featured at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~
The Electronic Connection
by Roscoe James
Face it. If you aren’t connected through a cell phone, PDA, computer, pager, or some version of those then you may not exist. Have you checked lately? How many times a day do you reach out and touch someone with your particular brand of electronic hand?
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Okay, the Kougar is so out of this loop it might as well be a ring around Saturn... however here’s her somewhat relevant flashie ~
From the Kougar’s short story ~ The Tiger’s Masquerade
Striding toward Stacy, his steps were halted by the low tone of his contact device. His father would only communicate this soon if a true emergency arose. Deep concern for his world knifed through him as he headed for an alcove near the gentleman’s lounge.
Zyrru retrieved the device and felt it adhere to his palm. Seeing the Princess’s image emerge, he scowled. Even though she did not have his visual, he wiped it away.
“Princess Allessa, has there been a tragic event?” On the tiny screen he watched her rise from her dais chair, her posture regal, yet sultry.
The minimal drape of sheer fabric emphasized the deep brown and pale gold of her body’s delicate striping. As most women formed themselves on his world, she was tigress human. Her ears and tail were pure tiger, as was the sleek fur on her back, her haunches.
“I wished to speak with you, Regent Prince Zyrru. Your father allowed it.”
“This is notably irregular, Princess. What would you say?”
Zyrru had always thought her extraordinarily attractive. Nothing about her statuesque figure invited his mating now, not her near nudity or her feline-beckoning expression.
“I would know your intention of marriage.”~~~~~~
WARNING! Roaring rant ahead ~Sadly!!! Finally!!!
TV Has Gone Whole Hog... Oink! Oink! Porkers on good behavior patrol... here they come to a TV screen near you. TV programming has gone whole grunting hog with the worst of the worst *propaganda* about to begin, if it hasn’t already... yep, THE GOVERNMENT will be replacing commercials, down because of the economy, with what THEY are calling, *Behavior Placement*.
Truly, really, as this Big Cat has been soap-boxing about for several years now, it’s now a kindergarten world. Our gray matter, our minds are considered mere clay to be molded by THEM. Imagine what your worst enemy would do if they could mold your mind, make you think and believe whatever THEY choose. Yep, now the government gets to decide how to use TV to make you think and feel whatever THEY want.
Oh, and best of all, THEY’RE using your tax dollars to do it. To do it to you, endlessly. Bend over. Oink. Grunt.
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Did you know that currently, THE GOVERNMENT of the US, has nationalized more business than the old Soviet Union ever did? How nice to know the US corp-government has surpassed our cold war enemy.
Don’t believe this Big Cat, put your peepers here ~ Forecasting, Tracking and Analyzing Global Trends Trends ...Gerald Celente has been forecasting trends worldwide since 1980, delivering concise, deployable success strategies and publishing the Trends Journal.
~ trendsresearch.com ~
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Darling Kittens, get ready for a week that may live in infamy, that is, if some demonic bad guys have their way... the Kougaress prays their nefarious plans will not come about.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Three Hundred and Eight-one Views ~ The Ice God Cometh... yep, moi clicked over to post a promo and, guess what? There are some high viewing numbers for some of her other Flashes, and now there are 381 instead 350 views for the Kougar’s X-Flash Fiction, The Ice God Cometh, at the Romantic Times’ Forum for Small Press Authors ~ http://romantictimes.com/forum/viewforum.php?f=10 ~ Just meow coolness...~~~
Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
Sultry Sunday
by Dawne Prochilo
“I want to taste you and then have you taste yourself on my lips,” he said when their lips parted. “Okay?”~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 469 ~Sylva grabbed what she figured were her most needed items, and quickly packed the case. Glad she didn’t have time to think about the danger she and Zeke were in, she concentrated on searching her bathroom. The flash of light that struck her eyes had her freezing in place, then covering her face with her hands. “It’s okay, Sylva. It’s a signal from Dad.” Her husband’s strong capable hands laced up the back of her jacket. As quickly, he positioned the culotte skirt, lacing it to a perfect fit. She heard her case snap shut. “We need to go, darlin’.”
Zeke seized his Sylva’s hand, rapidly leading her to the outside door of the apartment. Placing her case beneath his arm, he stooped and grabbed hold of his case. With one foot he nudged the door completely open. “Stay with me, wife. Grab onto my belt and don’t let go,” he instructed, pulling out his pistol. They moved out onto the landing. Once Zeke heard the door click behind them, he steadily walked them down the steps, his gaze sweeping the darkness, semi-lit by one of the ranch’s large air transports. “Wow,” he heard her murmur above the transport’s hum.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 468 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP ~ http://infowars.com ~ Alex Jones for a PEACEFUL REPUBLIC ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~HAPPY SPRING!Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Tired, but sassy smooch from the Kougar...
After Easter greetings, my gamboling and Gorgeous Felines... still hunting those yummy chocolate bunnies? Paw-rolling those decorated eggs? The Kougaress’s mind is a mishmash of ideas, realizations and insights... especially after reading William Henry’s latest mystical investigative brilliance where he lays one big egg for the Kougar... the rabbit is considered to be a symbol for time travelers or time travel... well, why not? Meowsa! Why not write a rabbit shapeshifter time traveler story, erotic romance, of course? ~ http://williamhenry.net/art_dis-cerning.html ~ here’s the beginning ~Dis-Cerning the God Particle
By William Henry
THE BURNING BUSH – Protons spinnin’ in a ring: smashin’, twangin’, sprayin’. Sparks flyin’ in the dark. It could be the perfect moment to run down the dream of reading the mind of God…
...or to get sucked into nothingness.
Something incredible is going on. Scientists on the wild edge of high energy physics at labs in Illinois and Geneva are racing to see who will be the first to enter the ‘Burning Bush’ and to de-cloak a fundamental, but elusive, sub atomic particle that is given cosmic or divine proportions by its, some say absurd, moniker, the God Particle (which particular god is unknown – let’s just pray it’s not that jealous one).~~~~~
For more Easter Goodness hop on over to the HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Easter, How Do You Celebrate?
Happy Easter!
We all have our reasons for celebrating or not celebrating Easter. Today, Happily Ever After Authors are sharing how they celebrate the day and why.~~~~~~
It’s FLASH FICTION SUNDAY at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog, too!
Let’s freeze that goat. By Hortense Powdermaker ~ Flashy Sunday is once again upon us! ~To understand where, how and why the Kougar’s flash came to be, you’ll have to check out Hortense’s blog.Goats singing, their hooves and horns ringing as they trot to the top of the greening hill for a Sunday morning blueberry thrill. What does it all mean? I have no clue, except it makes me scream. Not in delight, nor in fright. No, I could never dare to dream such a wild flinging, such an Alice-in-Wonderland magical pill of adventuring. Unless, perchance I rode astride the right enchanted goat for days of pan-fluting and extreme merry-making...for forest chases where maidens are unlaced, their breasts feasted upon as doves lyrically trill, their pleasures enjoyed through every night, until dawning.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~The Kougar is blogging at THE ROMANCE STUDIO BLUE on Monday, April 5th ~ the title is ~ Branded and the Black Wolf... on the horizon...
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The Kougar heard via a little Pat birdie that the cover of STALLION OF ASH AND FLAME is part of Siren-BookStrand’s ad in the Romantic Times magazine... moi hasn’t gotten that issue yet... however, she’s so looking forward to it!
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Yes, it’s the strike of Synchronicity ~ as the Kougar penned on Duke’s love story... her black wolf has been rescued by the heroine and must sleep to recover fully... anyway, moi heard ‘Duke’ mentioned by Ian Punnett on Coast to Coast...yeah, because it’s basketball madness.~~~~~~
Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 459 ~Sylva decided she might as well make good use of her psychic abilities, that is, if Coon and Donald were telling the truth. So far, she hadn’t sensed outright lies. Still, she doubted they told everything. Not nearly everything. “You two tell everything you know and I might use my witch powers to help you.” There was a long moment of silence and Sylva thought maybe she’d overstepped her bounds in this world. “You could start by telling ‘all’ about that viper pistol.” The force of her husband’s voice chilled her bloodstream. “What my son says,” Nevada growled as powerfully.
Zeke wanted to kiss his wife for her bravery. At the same time, he wanted to scold her for putting herself in even more danger. Still, he trusted in how the Great Divine was bringing things to a good end. “You won’t appreciate my answer. Go by Snake now,” Donald weakly rasped. “Keep talking, Snake.” Nevada bent peering closely at his face. “Only I can handle it. Anyone else does, it explodes.” Again, silence ruled. “You didn’t tell me that,” Coon accused in the vacuum. “What good would it have done? Either we made it, or not,” Snake shot back.
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Part 460 ~
Sylva quaked inside at the thought that Donald, or Snake, told the truth. “Pick it up.” Nevada’s commanding words to Snake shook her up even more. Still, to her utter surprise, something kept her feet glued to the floor and her hands shook minimally before she stopped them. Her aim hadn’t wavered that much. “Whatda gonna do? Put another hole in my head before I can use it?” Snake asked as he slowly rolled onto his side and reached for the strange pistol. “You’re going to disarm it,” Nevada cold-as-a-glacier instructed. “If you don’t, another hole in your noggin works for me.”
Zeke shared his father’s sentiments. “Two holes works for me,” he added, then moved a few steps closer. “I ain’t even sure I was given the correct way to shut that durn thing off.” Snake gripped the butt, then remained still. “As long as his hand is on it, I don’t think it will explode,” his Sylva quietly uttered. “That true, Snake? You got the magic grip?” his father demanded. Zeke flicked a glance at Coon. Satisfied, he focused on Snake. “Yeah, that’s what the polecat claimed. Said if I thumb-pressed on that orange dot, it would turn off the juice.”
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Part 461 ~
Sylva heard alarm bells go off inside her. Screaming alarm bells. “Don’t press the orange dot!” she yelled. An instant ticked by. “Just keep your paw steady.” Nevada’s calm voice dominated the room. “Well, hell on a stake,” Coon burst out. “Guess, you’re just gonna have to trust me to keep hold.” Snake’s tone matched Nevada, except Sylva heard his pain. “Are you strong enough to hold onto it?” Nevada returned. “Still got enough strength, ‘specially if you got someone to tend to my holes.” Snake remained still, only keeping the pistol grasped. “You couldn’t whack though this tension with a hatchet.”
Zeke cast a swift glance at Coon after he spoke. The grizzled old-timer met his gaze, his eyes so brilliant Zeke wondered what magical ways he and his people practiced. “I can fix up yer holes,” Aunt Martha reluctantly snapped. “That is, if Nevada wants it that way. ‘Course, someone else will have to keep this rascal behavin’.” Zeke heard his precious wife shift her body. “Sit, Coon,” she ordered. “Now.” Glancing back at Coon, Zeke watched him hesitate, then sink down on his haunches. Coon eyed his bride warily, but with a respect that had Zeke damn sure curious.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 462 ~Sylva figured this was her opportunity to find out more about any witch type of power she might have, that she didn’t know about. Taking full aim at Coon, she ordered, “Cross legged.” He stared at her, his over-bright eyes almost crossed. “Tell her to let go of my ear and I’ll do yer biddin’,” he wheedled. ‘You will sit cross-legged. Now,’ Sylva mind-directed her thought to his third eye. Reluctantly, he lowered himself, obeying. Sylva brought the image of a spark before her mind’s eye, then shot it at his knee. “Ow! Dang, witch, what was that for?”
Zeke watched his Sylva twitch in astonishment, but rapidly recover her calm stance. His own astonishment level skyrocketed. “That was a warning.” His bride glared. “I’ll do much worse if you try anything.” Deciding he’d best act like this was standard operatin’ procedure, Zeke swivelled his gaze back to Snake, asking, “You ready for those holes to be stitched up?” Snake groaned with pain. “Maybe, the witch could stitch ‘em up faster.” Zeke watched his father wave Aunt Martha over. “Nope. No use wastin’ my daughter-in-law’s power on healin’ your buzzard hide. Might need her special help fightin’ off our enemies.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 458 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP ~ http://infowars.com ~ Alex Jones for a PEACEFUL REPUBLIC ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~HAPPY SPRING!Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Rabbit soft smooch from the Kougar...
They just look GOOD, don't they?Beloved Big Cats, a sundown shout out from the tame prairie...oh, how exquisitely lovely the pink-hued horizon lit up one of those blue skies that speaks to your soul.Oh, the times they are a-changing, my Kittens... drastically changing... the Kougaress feels like she is on a high wire and mighty winds are buffeting her... there is nothing to catch her below, except a deep, deep dark ravine... in several years nothing will look the same... what we have known, what we have grown up with... gone, gone with a wind so violent historians will never be able to do it justice... unless, there is INTERVENTION from the Divine... unless...
How’s that for the opening to a novel? Or, maybe the Kougar will use it in her Black Wolf love story.
Featured at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~ Ooooh, some wonderful flashies, Big Kittens.
Is chivalry dead?
By Dee Carney
Welcome to Flash Fiction Sunday!Moi’s flashie ~
From the Kougar’s WIP ~ Radio for the Star-Crossed LoverOne ~
“To start my radio game of star-crossed love and lust. I’ll share why I have arrived at this moment. It’s tragically simple. No love. No lust. No real man. I want one, a real man...yes, real love and real lust.
“I have this one fantasy, to outline it for you...the sexy handsome super-powers alien man who is searching for his true love and lust mate...he lands here on Earth...and well, the rest is the best of an adventurous romantic novel.
“Or a night-inspiring fantasy, if you get my pleasure-meaning, ladies.
“What are your night-inspiring fantasies, ladies?
Two ~
“What do you passionately crave from an intergalactic lover?
“What do you erotic-crave?
“What does your heart desire?
“Ladies, roll the star dice, spin romance fortune’s wheel, this is your chance at Otherworld love. Who wants to play?
“Oh, by the way, George Noory eat your heart out. You wouldn’t play. You wouldn’t bring intergalactic lovers together with a special hotline. Just for one night. So here I am. You lose, George.
“Ladies, we’ll be back for your calls...” Everything blinked to black. No one moved. No back-up power whirred on. Only the rush of their breaths echoed around them.
Three ~
In the heavier-than-lead silence, Sylfann took off her head phones.
“I take it we’re not on the air,” she quietly stated. Her nerves sizzled on the high-heat setting.
‘Sylfann, come with me. Now.’
“Who’s that?” Her body danced on a razor’s edge.
‘Behind you. Come with me.’
Glass shattered loudly. Sylfann froze. A brutal wacking began on the building’s street-level door, immediately followed by slashing wacks on the back door. Around her, the pounding echoed savagely.
Shocked out of her mind, Sylfann burst upwards,
“This is the FBI.” The bull-horning voice menaced. “Do not move. We are entering the building.”
Four ~
“Stay where you are. Do not resist. You will not be harmed.”
Not believing that for a second, Sylfann tried to remember another way out. Her thoughts raced as if on a speedway as she stepped backwards.
Two strong hands gripped her shoulders. Sylfann jumped, screaming like a cornered animal.
Reassuringly, the hands remained on her shoulders. “Come with me. If you want to save your life,” a man’s voice whispered in her ear.
Whoever he was or the FBI? Sylfann thought quantum fast. She grabbed her bag from the back of her chair. “Okay.”
‘Turn around. Hold onto me.’
Five ~
“Telepathy?” she whispered, obeying.
The two doors crashed open, banging like explosions against the walls. Sylfann flinched, flattening herself on the man’s very virile chest.
More glass shattered, the shards raining down on her. Sylfann threw her arms around the man’s neck, feeling the imprint of his hunky body against hers, delicious in any other circumstance.
The man’s arms tightly embraced her. To her wicked surprise, they slowly levitated upwards. Don’t think, Sylfann told herself. Just hang on.
A horde of footsteps pounded up the two stairways.
Sylfann squeezed her eyes shut as they sailed higher.
Six ~
Below her, she heard gagging and coughing. ‘Oh, god, tear gas! Her friends, no!’
‘Do not breathe. Kiss me.’
Holding her breath, Sylfann lifted her face. A man’s lips clamped on her lips, fantastic feeling lips, but they weren’t kissing her.
“Where is she?” the bullfrog-gravelly shout demanded.
His lips sealed on hers like superglue and her beyond-strange savior’s grip tightened. A whirr-buzzing sound surrounded them, and it felt as if they surged through glue. Sylfann felt a sucking sensation as they slid, then rose swiftly in the cool night air.
He unclamped her lips. Sylfann breathed hard and fast.
Seven ~
She clung, her lungs pumping, her heart pounding out of her chest. Questions and her fears raced each other, stumbling over each other to reach her lips.
They shot forward suddenly, angling ever higher. As they rocketed somewhere, Sylfann caught glimpses of the city’s blazing lights. Skyscrapers disappeared looking wavy-fuzzy. If she hadn’t been hellishly scared out of her mind, she would have enjoyed the superman ride.
Heavy, violent, the throb vibrated her body. Sylfann shot her gaze toward the sound. “Oh my god! A black helicopter!”
‘Three. We are close.’
Transfixed, Sylfann watched one helicopter dive, and charge them.
Eight ~
Burying her face in his amazingly muscled chest, she clung like a scaredy-cat.
They streaked downward and Sylva dared a peek. Fast, furious, they wove through the city’s maze of buildings. Roller coaster, Sylfann told herself. Pretend it’s a roller coaster.
The nasty throb of the three helicopters pulsed through her, only diminishing as they slowed, then almost hovered. Sylfann glanced around, seeing an odd tunnel. Delivery-truck large, it silvery gleamed.
Utterly intrigued, she stared at the horseshoe-shaped opening that appeared to be self-illumining.
Deeper and deeper, they floated inside, but to where?
“You’re not from around here,” she stage-whispered.
Nine ~
“Earth, I mean,” she added.
‘Neither are you.’
Stunned to the soles of her feet, Sylfann had no clue what to think. Did he mean because she’d recently moved to the outskirts of Chicago?
‘We are landing. You must stay in my arms.’
‘No problem,’ she tried.
‘Good girl.’
Sylfann felt his amusement while her feet landed on a surface. Looking down, she saw a circular platinum-colored platform. Glancing up quickly, she ran her gaze over him. He wore a black-film suit, similar to a scuba diver. Only his eyes and his mouth were visible.
‘Don Johnson lips.’
“Don Johnson?’
Ten ~
“Miami Vice. Where are we?’
‘The Hub. Remain still.’
‘The Hub?’
Whoosh! The sound whirled around Sylfann. Somehow, they spun upwards without spinning. Feeling car sick, Sylfann clenched her eyelids, and prayed she didn’t puke on Mr. Super Mysterious Man.
Hating her helplessness, she hung onto him like a frightened child.
When everything stopped, when she stood on something solid, she opened her eyes. Blinking, she saw a Star Trek-like bridge, the down-sized version.
Aware he still held her flush against his hunky body, she realized why. Buzzing seized her brain. Dizziness consumed her whole. Then, it was lights out.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Ooooh, check it out, western erotic romance KitKats ~ Gem Sivad’s latest story, all polished up...
The second book in my Bounty Hunters series is finished, polished, and ready to hit the trail. Five Card Stud is Sam McCallister’s story. I hope you enjoy him. He’s coming soon.~~~
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Sultry Sunday moments of passion
Sundays spent at home are a special day...the possibilities are endless. Love in the morning, love in the afternoon and a passionate evening.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 455 ~Sylva felt wonky-shaky inside. “One of you three is one of them. One of the Secret Circle.” She hauled in a breath. “And, if someone doesn’t come clean... Lariat, where is he?” Aunt Martha shifted and Sylva figured she took a look. “Lariat is sittin’ on the varmint. He’s hailing Nevada. The cavalry’s arrived.” Not taking her eye off her target, Sylva asked, “Your dad?” From her peripheral vision, she caught her cowboy’s nod. “Yep, dad. He can transport the Secret Circle agent to our regional holdin’ center. Know who is who, darlin’?” Sylva decided on discretion. “I might. Then, again.”
Zeke concentrated on hearing everything that happened around him while keeping a steady aim. His own instincts clawed at him ruthlessly. The faster this latest Secret Circle attack was handled, the better. “Anyone wants to confess anything more, now is the time,” he quietly growled. “Unless, you want the attentions of the real experts.” Zeke heard the boots of the old-timer scrape the floor. “Hell’s whiskers, it is Nevada. He’ll recognize me.” Glancing quickly, Zeke saw his aunt’s scowl. “I don’t recognize you, ya ugly scoundrel.” She pinched his ear hard. “Ow! Dang it, woman. You didn’t frequent the Mesa Cantina.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 454 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP HAS ARRIVED ~ http://infowars.com ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~HAPPY SPRING!Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Radio rescue kisses from the Kougar...
Chasing her tail, that’s been the Kougar’s day... how about you, adored and absolutely adorable Big Cats? Is the world spinning all too fast these days?
Well, meowsers... moi can’t keep up! She did make it over to Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver SEX blog ~Nature’s Romantic Moments
Roscoe James
We’ve all seen them in movies, read them in books, and waxed poetic about them in our own fashion. A moonlight stroll. An open ocean sunset. An early morning sunrise. Winter wonderlands, spring rains, and autumn leaves. The backdrop to romantic strolls, happy ever after endings, and reflective moments of deep insight and realization. Nature is the backdrop and our actors take full advantage of the moment.So, here it is, a return visit to one of the Kougar’s Serial Flashes ~X-Flash of Sun and Beach ~ Sorrenna and DraveBlocking My Sun
ONE
All alone. She sighed with complete satisfaction, and planted her elbows in the beach’s almost too-hot sand. The surf shone brilliantly, green turquoise with thin lines of iridescent bubbles on the rolling gentle edges. Sorrenna wore her favorite red bikini just in case. So far, no one else had intruded.
She reclined back basking in the burning delicious rays of the sun, with only her thin towel between her and the sugar-fine incredible sand that conformed to her body. Was this a slice of heaven, or what? She smiled, let her eyelids flutter closed and relaxed.
“You’re blocking my sun.”
TWO
The snarl in her voice should have warned him. She didn’t bother glancing up at him, or moving her perfectly curved body–designed for every carnal sin he’d ever had in mind. As he knew it would be. He’d been tailing her the past three weeks for a business client. Suddenly she’d left the city on vacation. The Dragon Lady of the corporate world, who advised when to fold ‘em and when to hold ‘em. When to expand. When to cut back.
Drave couldn’t believe his luck, even though luck favored him like blossoms attracted bees.
“Gonna do anything about it?”
THREE
Sorrenna ignored the crude insolent challenge. From his overwhelming potent smell as he baked in the high tropical sun, she figured he was muscled and male to the core. Sensually arching like a happy cat, she settled even more comfortably in her sand bed, deciding her best strategy was to wait him out. Men like him weren’t noted for their superior patience when dealing with the opposite sex. Still, it was more than annoying that he blocked her sunlight with his obviously huge body. Not one ray touched her skin.
“If I’d wanted shade, I would have brought an umbrella.”
FOUR
Drave had spotted her leaving the flower-prettified bar next to the lobby of his vacation hotel hangout, as he’d been checking in. He’d quickly thrown cash, practically dumped his bag on the bell hop, then stripped down to his suit when his feet hit the sand.
His breath hitched as she moved, tantalizing him brutally with not one thought of doing so. Scenes of her naked and writhing on his bed while he plundered her body with his, exploded in his head. Not to mention his loins exploded to instant need.
Down, he ordered his cock.
“Consider me your sun.”
FIVE
Sorrenna deigned to open one eye. All she saw was tree trunk-sized bronze legs.
After hissing a long impatient sigh, she reluctantly rolled over and wiggled into a comfortable position. It so figured. Finally she’d been able to sneak off on vacation and now this impossible lout wanted to be her ‘sun’. Maybe if she slipped into a nap, maybe if she snored, he’d get the hint pounded through his obviously thick skull like a damn ten inch nail.
Drowsiness seeped into her limbs along with the warmth of the sand. He didn’t leave.
“You’re a damn shade tree. Move.”
SIX
Drave stared at her voluptuous ass, so round and such a blatant invitation, with only a red strip of cloth in his way. He groaned silently. His entire body growled for her, a damn bear claiming a honey-filled tree. He forced himself not to grab his cock, rising like a sentinel on watch in enemy territory.
Front or back, she was the kind of woman a man watched, raised up his on fists, while his cock took her with long pillaging thrusts. While she moaned with extreme pleasure. And let him do whatever he wanted with her.
“I can’t move.”
SEVEN
Effing annoyed, Sorrenna stifled a massive sigh. Deciding to open one eye, she reluctantly peeked out the corner. Good God! The man’s organ towered like a friggin’ utility pole. Instantly her brain flashed a scenario of her saying, timber, as if she’d just sawed it off and the enormous pole now fell on top of her. Even worse, the ridiculous urge to cover herself with her arm almost caused her to do it. Forcing her casual reach, she idly lifted the corner of her towel, then pressed the electronic waiter.
“Large glass of ice water. As soon as possible, please.”
EIGHT
Ice water. For an instant his brain froze as if she’d just dumped ice water on his head. In another firing of his neurons, he realized that wasn’t the head she was planning on freezing with her large glass of ice water. What the fuck hell now? He wasn’t leaving. His feet wouldn’t move. And, damn, his cock felt like an anchor effectively weighing him down to the spot. Not like he could hoist himself, despite the lack of other patrons, and sail away. Mentally, he shook himself, thinking through the heavy carnal fog.
“Raoul, over here. I’ll get it.”
NINE
Sorrenna froze as if he’d drenched her with a barrel of ice water. Her heart pounded painfully. Now what? The odious beast blocked her sun. And blocked what she’d yearned for since the beginning of summer. To be alone, damnit! On vacation. Fury whipped through her, and she whipped around. Good god, it was even more humongous. Up close. And way too personal. She felt like her eyes crossed as she stared at his cock. Hell, no wonder he couldn’t move. A ton of cock weighed him down. She wanted to ask him if he’d ever considered reduction surgery.
“Leave.”
TEN
Her voice blazed ice and rage, and sliced up his middle. Her gaze trained on his cock, however, had him happier than a callow youth noticed by his first crush. Fuck, her full high breasts still jiggled, barely contained by the red scraps of material. There wasn’t one part of her body his cock didn’t want. Raoul placed the large glass of ice water in his waiting hand, said nothing, and quickly departed. Drave figured he had only three options. Pour the water out. Pour it down his pants. Or let her pour it on his cock.
“Your ice water.”
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Authoress news and mews ~The Kougar is blogging at HAPPILY EVER AFTER on Monday, the 15th ~ here’s the opening ~
Romancing Spring’s Arrival
Spring officially arrives on March 20th, and yes, I’m romancing Spring’s arrival... sort of... mostly.~~~
THANK YOU! Nara Malone for featuring the Kougar and her book on your blog ~ http://naramalone.com ~ as one of the ebook giveaways on those adorable tiger flashdrives.Nara Malone’s blog ~ Spotlight on #ebookweek Contributing Author Savanna Kougar
Savanna Kougar, has contributed a copy of RED LIONESS TAMED .~~~
Hot to trot Kittens, in the mood for some drool worthiness pictures, paw-run on over to Tres Jolie ~ http://joliecainauthor.blogspot.com ~~~~
THANKS TO EVERYONE who commented on my first post at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY.
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Sultry Sunday Floor Play
A nice quiet Sunday and just the two of you; the room is lit by firelight and candles. Fluffy pillows are tossed onto the floor. Spread a soft blanket or two next to the pillows. Hmm…sounds nice doesn’t it?
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Purrs and predictions... watch out, the Kougaress is sensing some hellacious tornado activity this year... make certain you’re as prepared as you can be ahead of time, if you live where those tornadoes enjoy roaming and whipping around.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 441 ~Sylva instinctively grabbed the cover as if that would save her, then scowled at herself. She glanced around quickly for what she knew wasn’t there, a gun. Her inner Annie Oakley shouted at her grab one and stand beside her man. When she gazed back at Zeke, part of her tensed with apprehension... while, well hell, how good did her cowboy husband look? A sexy magnificent god, as he stood, naked and ready for action. Damn! Fear and lust seesawed back and forth inside her. His muscles easing suddenly, he pivoted toward her... that in itself, had her panting hard.
Zeke made absolutely certain before he stepped away from the window, and strode back to his Sylva. “It’s one of my stable managers. Likes to go by the handle, Lariat. Must be something hellbent-important, though, or he wouldn’t have showed. And he wouldn’t be using our code.” His bride didn’t appear all that at ease. “Code?” she asked, her gaze wary. Zeke set the rifle down and grabbed his robe, sliding into it. “Specialized lasers we carry out on the range. We use them for identifying each other and for communicating messages, mostly. Lariat and me developed our own code.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 440 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP HAS ARRIVED ~ http://infowars.com ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Flash of sun kisses from the Kougar...
