X-Flash of Sun and Beach ~ Sorrenna and Drave

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 Drave

Blocking 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.
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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 .
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Hot to trot Kittens, in the mood for some drool worthiness pictures, paw-run on over to Tres Jolie ~ http://joliecainauthor.blogspot.com ~
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THANKS TO EVERYONE who commented on my first post at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY.

Featured at ROMANCE WRITER’S BEHAVING BADLY ~

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.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-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 ~
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~~~ 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...

Flash ~ Wolf Moon and Fortunate Wolves

Oh gosh, my Big Beautiful Kittens, the Kougar is on fast-speed forward with all that is occurring author-biz-wise!!! And it’s gonna get even crazier this week before Valentine’s Day. Launching leap...

Featured at ~ SEx – Silver Expressions, Conversations with the erotic romance authors of Liquid Silver Books ~ The Werewolves of Wuthering Heights by Hortense Powdermaker, on February 7, 2010.

Moi’s flashie ~

Part 2 ~ From the Kougar’s WIP ~ Secret Lives of Fortunate Wolves

Noticing his dashboard display clock, Keira grabbed opportunity. “I was supposed to be at Diane’s shop in half-an-hour now.”
“Diane Griffith?” Perfectly smooth, he pulled out onto the highway.
“Yes! You know her?”
“Just to do a little shopping. Gifts,” he explained. “Are you one of her suppliers?”
“She likes my jewelry designs. They’ve been selling.”
“You can give her a call when we get to the Half Moon, Keira.”
‘Goddess! His voice, pure black magic.’
“Thanks. No need for everyone to worry. Since I’m safe.”
‘But am I?’
She stared straight ahead at the rain, still a gully washer.

Listening to the wipers swish, Keira wondered if this was another bizarre crossroad in her life. Her life had taken those turns before, but this felt even stranger. Somehow.
“Why is your cousin, Rob, up this way?”
“You’re gonna laugh. I hope you’re gonna laugh. He’s hunting the American Werewolf, cameras in hand. Ever listen to radio? Coast-to-Coast? Art Bell? George Noory? Only this was a new show...”
“Ian Punnett,” he interrupted. “During night rounds radio is an officer’s best friend.”
“Rob eats, breathes, lives Cryptozoology,” Keira continued, glad her voice didn’t reflect her throbbing pulse.
“Lake Geneva, the sightings.”

“Yes, the sightings.” Keira tried a light tone. “Werewolves. They’re not just for Halloween anymore. That’s on Linda Godfrey’s website. Seen it?”
“Clever. No, I haven’t looked at her site. Listened to that show. It was quite the conversation in town for a few days, for us nighttime folk.”
Was that amusement she heard beneath his neutral tone?
“Figured we might get a few people up our way, hunting the American Werewolf, as you say, Keira. We can always use more guests. Helps the economy.”
‘You could be a male model. That would help the economy out. A whole lot!’

With some relief Keira watched as he slowed at the Blue Moon Bay road sign, then turned off the highway. “Anyone in town ever have a sighting?”
“Tales are told every now and then. Especially at the Ale House on spooky nights.”
“Ale House? Do you mean like a tavern?”
“It’s a stone building, built during the1800's by the same family that still runs the place. They brew ale, the old-fashioned recipes. It’s a gathering place for us, and used for town council meetings.”
“Grow up in Blue Moon Bay?” Keira asked, always fascinated by people’s life stories. Especially his.

“No. Close by, though. I visited a lot. I have relatives here.”
She heard the boyish grin in his voice, as if he recalled a good childhood. Un-tensing a bit, Keira let herself enjoy his expert handling of the car on the road’s winding curves. “Always want to be Marshall?”
“Destiny,” he stated with dry amusement. “Dad was the Marshall for most of my growing up. Then my Uncle and Aunt teamed up as the Marshalls. Later, my older brother. Now it’s my turn. Married, Keira?”
“No,” she revealed before she thought. “You?”
‘Crap, I feel stalked.’ Her breath stopped.

“No, Keira. I’m not married. I’m not engaged. No girlfriend. I’m not divorced.”
Stunned, she inquired, “Wow, aren’t the women just dripping off you?”
Keira squeezed her eyelids together. ‘I so wish I hadn’t just said that.’
“I have to chase off a few.”
A scene formed before her mind’s eye, a waking dream. A wolf, beautiful, primal, majestically male... he was circled by other wolves, all females... all waiting... all breathtakingly gorgeous and sleek. Whenever the females approached, he snarled and charged, chasing them back.
Keira jerked upright, pressing her purse against her chest like a shield.
“Yes, Keira.”

His voice touched every fiber of her, black magic. Wolf magic.
Frozen, and wondering if she would ever unthaw... maybe she wouldn’t have to... he’d just devour her... Keira managed to turn her face toward him.
“Been sighted lately?” she asked.
He laughed. Or male-howled with laughter.
“No, my Keira,” he finally answered. “However, a few of the brethren could have been sighted. In their transition. Or while playing wolfen tricks on the humans.”
“Human is not a real good thing to be right now, is it?” Keira unfroze enough to sink down in the seat. “Planning on a meal anytime soon?”

“Only if you join me. And not as dinner, Keira.” He paused while his wolfen magic bewitched her. “My fairy-delicate, Venus-lush Keira.”
“My Goddess,” she muttered, slumping lower, even as she noticed the lessening rain and the quaint town with lovely old architecture they now approached.
“Dinner, Keira?”
The balance of the world seemed to spin around her answer. Still, the balance belonged to him. The arrogant male wolf. Male Werewolf.
“Why not?” She tried to breathe more easily. Tried to un-clutch her bag, even though she didn’t have one silver bullet, or a gun, or a silver-tipped anything inside.

Maybe none of that would protect her. Anyway.
‘Silver forks at dinner?’
“The Half Moon is on the other side of town, the outskirts.” He’d spoken normally, as if her whole world hadn’t just TV-channel switched to an X-files episode she suddenly rememebered, Scully and the Werewolf Sheriff.
With her breath threatening to storm out of her lungs, Keira snuck a peek at him. “Would Rob have been anyone’s dinner?”
“A bear maybe. Spotted a few new ones lately.”
“Running as a wolf?” Keira figured she might as well continue taking the werewolf by the furry dangerous, if gorgeous tail.

“Yes, and on night patrol. Had some reports. I wanted to check it out. Silver bullets won’t kill me, Keira. Or a silver fork.”
His amusement too obvious, he waited, enjoying. No, enjoying tremendously, she decided.
“Oh, this just gets better and better. Werewolf and mind reader. Do you ‘mind’ letting me know what does work?”
“There’s only one way to kill me, Keira.”
Sadness welled up inside her. In her mind she saw him howl mournfully as a beautiful wolf, the full moon, radiant behind him. But, that was all.
“The Half Moon is up ahead. Stay close, Keira.”

AND!

Hortense Says:
February 7th, 2010 at 2:35 pm

More on the moon:

We just had a “wolf moon” on January 30. From the National Geographic site:

The 2010 wolf moon will appear 30 percent brighter and 14 percent larger than any other full moon this year, because our cosmic neighbor will actually be closer to Earth than usual.

The moon will be at its closest perigee—the nearest it gets to our planet during its egg-shaped orbit—for 2010 at 4:04 a.m. ET Saturday, reaching a distance of 221,577 miles (356,593 kilometers) from Earth.

At its farthest from Earth, the moon is said to be at apogee. Perigee and apogee each happen generally once a month, but the moon’s wobbly orbit means that the satellite’s exact distance at each of those events varies over the year. The moon’s phase can also be different during each apogee and perigee.

“This month has the largest full moon of 2010, because it coincides with the special moment when the full moon happens to occur on the same day as it is at perigee,” said Marc Jobin, an astronomer at the Montréal Planetarium.

- It occurs to me that this would be an interesting wrinkle on the werewolf theme. You could write a story where lycan powers are strongest during a wolf moon.

The Kougar’s comment ~

Hortense, I saw that utterly gorgeous full moon in the early morning hours. It sat close to the horizon, an unusual pale smoky gold in color. Around it, subtle shades of rose, lavender, maize and turquoise made up the sky. I stared, imprinting it in my memory because it was so absolutely beautiful!
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Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~

Valentine's Confessions
by Lindsay Townsend

1. I once had a dozen red roses sent to me. They were really beautiful and they smelt divine.
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Guess what western-loving KitKats, the Kougar found this on the LSB forum.

*Seriously Reviewed* had this to say about Wolf's Tender by Gem Sivad.

"Sexy, sinful, and so worth every page, this historical...kept me pulled in and my eyes flying on the screen. I couldn't stop once I started...
I can't wait to see what this author has coming next.....she might just be the next author on my Must Read list ."

Story Rating Scale 9/10~Lifetime Keeper to be read and reread.
Overall Presentation 9/10~Cover, editing and overall book is spectacular.
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Featured at Romance Writer’s Behaving Badly ~

Saturday, February 6, 2010
NEW E-BOOK RELEASE TODAY!

Apparitions by Raven Bower

Blurb:
Hunted by a killer who knows no mercy.

Stalked by the vengeful dead.

Caught between reality and visions...will Bailey fights to piece the puzzle together before it crashes down on her. Is the man staying in her boathouse friend...or foe? And what part does he have to play in the macabre game unfolding around her?

Under the shadow of the murder's blade Bailey strives to discover the truth using faith and arcane knowledge. While at the same time the fury of the scorned dead creeps ever closer...

ALSO! The Kougar’s comment ~

Mr. Vodka Temptation is definitely stirring and shaking my imagination.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 406 ~

Sylva opened her eyes, seeing her husband cowboy through the haze of pleasure. “Zeke,” she whimpered. The whisky coloring of his eyes smoldered so fiercely, Sylva felt utterly fascinated, even as she burned with the ecstasy of his slow penetration inside her. “Oh, yes, yes, that feels so amazing... the way your cock bulldozes...” His groaning growl interrupted her. “Bulldoze,” the hoarsely repeated. “The bulldozer,” she taunted with a sultry murmur. “That’s what I call this, the way you’re taking me.” Sylva stroking-massaged her cowboy’s butt harder. “Bulldozer, I like that, my wife.” he rasped, then thrust deeper. “Keep bulldozing me.”

Zeke kept bulldozing his beautiful woman’s sheath. “Keep glovin’ me, darlin’,” he growled, the sound rising from the head of his shaft like scorching smoke. A twinkle shone beneath the azure mist in her eyes. “Like this?” She clenched his cock tightly, a quick squeeze with her pussy’s hot silkiness. Zeke groaned, staring at her rapture-flushed face. “Now, that’s glovin’ me.” Her little nails sank into his ass as he drove his shaft deeper, feeling her sweet core. “Yes,” she cried out, “you bulldoze, I’ll glove.” Zeke nearly flinched with the terrible bliss of her squeezes, yet kept his languid rhythm.
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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 ~ 404 ~ 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 ~
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~~~ 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. ~~~

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY

Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Wolf Moon howls and kisses from the Kougar...

Flash of the Peacock Moon Sorceress

Late evening maows, my BIg Lovely Kittens... life has it’s challenges, doesn’t it? Yowls, the Kougar could do with a few less... how about you?
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Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver SEx blog, it was ~ Behind the Mask ~ with
Jeanne Barrack ~ FLASH FICTION: “What if the costume was real?”

Yep and some penning pep, here’s moi’s Mask Flash ~

Peacock Moon Sorceress

I avoid looking at my reflection in the shop’s window. Why torment myself? In my book aging is just plain stupid. Still, I catch a glimpse of an elaborately feathered mask, stopping. Gorgeous doesn’t describe it’s beauty. ‘Peacock Moon Sorceress’, I read. “Yes,” I whisper in agreement. My pulse quickens as I continue staring. I hear the shop door’s bell and glance over. It’s a man costumed as a devil, a damn good-looking man, his sinew and muscle in all the right places. He’s fiery red from head to toe. I can’t help wondering if his costume has a forked tail.

“Come on in,” he invites with a devilish smile. “I don’t bite, at least, not like a vampire.”
I smile. I can’t help it. Besides, his manner is engaging and the woman I still am comes out to play with him. “Oh, I bet you do.” I flirt with words. “But, no thank you. I have no place to wear it.”
“You can wear it for me. No one has tried it on yet. The woman who created it will be so disappointed.”
“No one?”
He shakes his head, an alpha movement that has me mesmerized for a moment. I stare.

“You’ll be the first.” He widens the door invitingly.
Why not? I tell myself. What can it hurt? Unless he does bite... “I doubt I’m the first,” I teasingly say as I move past him inside. Heady from his masculine smell, I feel somewhat disoriented, as if I’m walking on clouds.
“No.” I hear his smoky voice behind me. “However, you’ll be the last.”
Before I can reply, or even turn around, he’s holding the mask before my gaze. “It’s so bewitching,” I murmur. My feet are rooted to the floor.
“Yes, bewitching. Come, let’s go over to the mirror.”

“Mirrors are no longer my friends.” Acid edges my tone, despite the weird tingly sense that for some reason, ‘devil man’ finds me attractive. I put it down to my over-active imagination. I’m just an aging boomer who desperately desires to feel beautiful.
With the gentle urging of his fingertips on my shoulder, I move toward a gleaming full-length mirror. Everything I’ve heard about the mystical powers of mirrors zooms through my mind. “Bonfire incense?” I ask, the potent fragrance filling my nostrils.
“Hellfire incense,” he darkly rasps. His fingers stroke from my shoulder as I stand before the mirror.

Swiftly, he places the mask before my face. “Please,” he intones like I imagine a wizard would, “put it on.”
I am aware only of the mask, it’s stunning colors, the elegant and ephemeral sweep of the feathers. I’ll never have this chance again. “Do you have a tail?” I ask. “I mean does your costume have a tail?”
“Put on the mask and I’ll show you,” he tempts like the devil himself.
The reflection of his smile in the mirror is my undoing. Worse, his dark blazing eyes match. Both are sexy, and an enticement that promises extreme passion.

I take hold of the mask, then press it to my face. Amazingly, it remains in place as I reach to secure it. “Oh-my-god,” I mutter. Inside the mirror, a scene takes shape as if I’ve turned on my TV. Men and women in opulent costumes dance with each other at a masquerade ball. Magnificent candle-lit chandeliers illuminate them. I gasp at the sheer splendor.
“Shall we dance?”
I whirl around, surprised by feel of a gown. Devil man holds his glistening forked tail in a cavalier manner, his arm presented to me. Suddenly, glorious strains of music surround us.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Over at THE PINK BLOG, an incredible excerpt ~

Keta and Tara: Joaquin's Realm

Tara Nichols and Keta Diablo, co-authoring a series of Angel and Demon novels under the name of JOAQUIN, finaled in Stella Cameron’s prestigious Scarlet Boa contest with their PARANORMAL entry. We are thrilled to have placed in the final ten among over 148 entries. The voting will continue through October 31st and the winning entry will be read by an editor from MIRA publishing.

The book, currently under the working title, The Fall of the Black Phoenix, is coming along nicely. It features zombies, werewolves, vampires, and most of all angels and demons. We’re making our characters walk a tightrope of suspense, action, adventure, and sizzling erotic scenarios as they do battle in the urban gutters of Vancouver, the heavens and beyond!

Here is a small taste:

Ayr stepped into the winter night as another clap of thunder split the air. Strange, he thought, looking up at star-filled sky. Deep in the heart of winter, a thin layer of frost clung to the hardwoods and pines, and rain-laden clouds loomed overhead, poised on the brink of unleashing a torrent upon his head.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 309 ~

Sylva yielded to the slow burning bloom of her orgasm as her cowboy husband groaned, his cock plunging to the hilt inside her. As ecstasy saturated her, Sylva caressed Zeke’s sweat-slickened back, reveling in his strength and in the power of his orgasm. God, could it get any better, than feeling him finally settle on top of her, their body’s joined, bathed in the same afterglow. “Sylva.” His lips grazed hers. “Zeke,” she whispered. Sylva ran her hands over as much of his back as she could reach. For long moments, their gazes flowed into each other, wordless and impassioned.

Zeke beheld his bride. The sweet glow of her eyes kept him enthralled, even though he knew he should roll off her. Already slumber claimed her. Touching his mouth to hers again, he eased from her, then quickly surrounded her with his arms. He pulled her close, spooning his body around her. “Go to sleep, darlin’.” She nodded sleepily. Turning in his embrace, she pressed her back and her perfect rump against him. “It’s been a long, long day,” she murmured. “But this is the best way to end it.” Zeke nodded on her shoulder. “It is, isn’t it, my woman.”
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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 ~ 308 ~ 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 September 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Saturday ~ Linda Blanche ~ Regency Halloween ~ great fascinating info!
Friday ~ Serena blogs ~ Bump In The Night ~ “So it’s that time year again, the time when fear is the currency and we are all chomping at the bit to buy some!”
Thursday ~ Courtney blogs ~ Halloween Hooligans Recap ~ “I have posted in three different blogs the answers to three different questions about how the Halloween Hooligans feel about different Halloween things.”
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ Halloween Adventure and the Top Ten Reasons...
Monday ~ Lindsay Townsend ~ The Romance of Shifters, plus 7 questions you wouldn't want to ask a vampire lover. ~ “Werewolves, vampires, shape-shifters, the almost immortal hero and the heroine gifted with super powers - why are these so popular in romance?”
Saturday ~ Looking for the "Happy Ever After" ~ “A dear friend, also a romance author, recently lost her husband, and it got me thinking...”
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THE PINK BLOG ~
Sunday ~ Keta and Tara: Joaquin's Realm
Saturday ~ HALLOWEEN FLASH FICTION
Friday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ Halloween Inspires My Wilder Nature
Thursday ~ Steph B ~ The Romance of the Zodiac ~ “Astrologers have explored the heavens since early Greek and Roman times”
Tuesday ~ Kaye Munro ~ LET'S ALL WRITE PARANORMAL! ~ “October is such a grand month for everything paranormal.”
Monday ~ Chelle Cordero ~ Voodoo Hoodoo ~ “Stopped?” Ryan went past them and into his daughter’s room.
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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Friday ~ Serena Shay ~ What Were Your Most Memorable Halloween Costumes ~ “Here we are, the day before Halloween and like most years, I'm down to the wire.”
Here we are, the day before Halloween and like most years, I'm down to the wire.
Thursday ~ WHAT SCARES YOUR SHIFTERS? By Pat Cunningham
Wednesday ~ Crystal blogs ~ Favorite Halloween Movies ~ “Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays, the one time I break down and allow myself a scary movie.”
Tuesday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ Sable's Halloween Adventure and The Graveyard Dagger
Monday ~ Francesca blogs ~ Dancing With Danger by Desiree Holt
Saturday ~ Paris blogs ~ What Are Your Halloween Traditions? ~ “We're celebrating Halloween all week here at Shapeshifter Seductions and I can't think of the holiday without smiling.”
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story by the Kougar ~ When you see it, say ‘Rachel’ ~ “Kallyn flew faster, yet saw nothing ahead of her, except the driving sheets of rain.” ~ RomanticSynonymous ~
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Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~

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No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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PLEASE! Darling KitKats, if you have any thought about taking the flu shot/swine flu shot, please! Read the insert first, not just the info sheet.
And! DO NOT BELIEVE ANYTHING THE FDA TELLS YOU!
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Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Devil-may-care smooches from the Kougar...

Flashing with Pop-Ice & Moon the Balloon

It seems, my fancy dancy felines, the residents of Port Huron on the Canadian side of the border were PO-ed over a spy camera test done via blimp or balloon by the US military over their city. So, in an act of defiant creativity, they dropped their pants, their shorts or lifted their skirts *mooning” the balloon. Yay and yowl for those brave people! May we all so brightly demonstrate our refusal to cooperate with Big Brother.
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The incomparable Mima was the hostess for Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver SEx blog. Pop-Ice was the theme, a frozen summer treat this Big Kitty has never tasted.

Still, here’s moi’s flashie ~

“What are these?” The Third Princess of Wyquariuss held up the bag that imitated a frozen rainbow.
“Pop-Ice, Princess...”
“I can read ‘any’ language.” The Princess razored her voice over him.
“It’s a gift from my recent assignment on Earth, Princess. I thought to entertain your interest in the trifling whimsical preoccupations of heathen populations.”
“Then, it’s a sex toy. How is it used? Did you bring one of those two-dimensional instructional films they utilize?”
“Oh no, Princess. I believe those instructions are banned. However...” Commander Zrokulv allowed himself a quick smirk, “I can perform a demonstration for your pleasure.”
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Earthquakes ~ Magnitude 6.8 quake off the coast of Japan
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues....

Part 232 ~

Sylva couldn’t help gawking at the ultra-feminine dresses that reminded her of thirties/forties summer frocks. “Earthquakes? I know there was a major Earthquake on the New Madris fault in the early 1800s, actually a series of quakes. They were so powerful the Mississippi river ran backwards... those are beautiful, especially the pink one. All of them are lovely, though.” Zeke caressed her shoulder, then claimed her neck in such a sexy way Sylva swooned and leaned against him. “1811, that happened here. No, these quakes occurred half a century later. They were considered to be bad medicine by the shamans.”

Zeke protectively slid his arm around his wife, keeping his gaze trained on the reflection of a man who was dressed all in black. From a distance there was some resemblance between him and Ranson. “Bad medicine?” Sylva repeated. “I can understand why people would consider earthquakes a reason to move away. Find another home.” She whirled toward him. “What is it?” Zeke watched the man stride toward the bawdiest saloon and enter. It wasn’t Ranson. Heaving a relieved breath, he focused on his bride. “As it turns out, nothing to worry about. You said pink, darlin’?” He cupped her face.
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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 ~ 231 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Sunday ~ Linday blogs ~ KITCHENS ~
Moi’s Mew-sings ~
Linda, what Lindsay said.
How silly to think Kitchens can't be romantic places. If a couple is preparing food together that can be utterly romantic and a wonderful way to learn about each other.
I've used the kitchen in one of my books and just used it in a scene. The heroine doesn't know much about the hero, but because of circumstance they're together at his ranch. How people relate to each other over food and caring for each other is often key to the development of their love for each other.
Saturday ~ Lindsay blogs ~ The Bath-House ~ time travel back to ye olde bathhouses.
Friday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ Romance and Rooms ~ It’s the open road. It’s the sky. It’s the galaxy.
Wednesday ~ Bekki blogs ~ Happily Ever After Beyond the Story
Monday ~ Serena Shay guest blogs ~ What Almost Killed My Happily Ever After?
IT’S HERE!!!
The ROOM theme is on HEA and is anything about rooms - your own inner space and psyche, the rooms you inhabit in your imagination, a room that holds a pivotal place in one of your novels, the room where you write, a room where something romantic happened to you or yours or one of your characters. Your own favourite room. Whatever you fancy. It could be a perfect room that you devise and share with us.
Whatever you fancy!
Cheers, Lindsay
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THE PINK BLOG ~ HEROES HAVE THEIR PLACE ~
Sunday ~ Cheryl Pierson ~ Plotting the Wounded Hero
Saturday ~ The Kougar blogs ~ Eight Reasons His Future Wife Refused Him
THE HEROINE’S ARRIVE SOON
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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Friday ~ Serena blogs ~ Inquiring Noob, Wants To Know...
Thursday ~ Guest blogger ~ Rebecca Royce... it’s all about her wolves.
Wednesday ~ Crystal blogs ~ Write What You Know... hippies included.
Tuesday ~ The Kougar ~ My Prince of a Stallion
Monday ~ Francesca blogs ~ Going Viral... the good and the bad
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ RomanticSynonmous ~

The red Dobie Gillis lookalike snapped his fingers. “Curses, foiled again!”
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Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~

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No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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HATE!!! > DTV> it’s a ripoff.
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Have a Happy Summer...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Pop-Ice kisses from the Kougar...

Flash of Water and Rainshowers

Guess what, my Big Gorgeous Kittens, it’s World Water Day. Okay, the Kougar adores water in all it’s many forms and splendors. And she would help anyone she could with her own little supply.
However, roar and score of claws, she’s not so wild about being forced to give up her water rights to those corporate/government entities and world organizations, who have proven to be mafia-type criminals over and over again.

Still-purring, the serendipity of the Water Goddess does rule, since the flashing theme for today was ~ Water ~
The extra-talented erotic romance author, Nina Pierce, hosted Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver SEx blog. Nina knew nada about World Water Day.
Neither did moi, until reading Rowena Cherry’s post about it.

Love your water, my Beautiful Kittens. It loves you.

Moi’s mew-sings might just send you racing over to read all the flashies ~

Talk about flashes that hit all my sex fantasy buttons! Today… wow, ya all.
Swimming near a waterfall, the appearance of a sexy man… Bathing a cigar-smoking cowboy and a hot tub toe seduction… the shimmering magical lure of water… and the passion of raindrops…
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Here’s my water flashie ~

Dark clouds hid the sun’s face. Warm raindrops gently splashed on her face. Starwind smiled, adoring the feel. Wheeling her storm-gray mare toward home, she heel-touched her into a racing gallop over the short-grass prairie. Eager to run, the mare flattened, her hooves drumming, as the raindrops struck faster. Together they sensed a safe path, missing the prairie dog holes, yet flying over the ground with total abandon. The rainstorm hit, wild and sensual on Starwind’s bare skin. The sky lightning-flashed magnificently, then the rain pounded sluicing over their bodies, and renewing the prairie land. Starwind thrilled, feeling fiercely alive.

Seeing the barn ahead, nearly hidden by the sheets of rain, Starwind reined her mare to a slower pace, finally easing her gait to a flowing trot. They entered the huge barn, the scent of fresh hay surrounding them like a welcoming blanket. “Here,” her husband ordered. Obediently her mare halted beside him. Starwind met his frown of disapproval with a defiant tilt of her chin. Aware her white t-shirt clung like a second skin, revealing her breasts, she watched his cobalt eyes blaze with lust. “I told you it would rain, wife. But I like you wet. Come here.”
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 85 ~

Sylva stroked his hands, feeling entirely wanton. There was something so very erotic about the way the gown felt against her butt and thighs as he stood behind her, holding her breasts. His thumbs caressed her bare flesh above the gown’s bodice, while two of his fingertips fondled her taut nipples through the tight fabric. God, he was driving her insane with pleasure. He stepped closer, the strength of his thighs and the strength of his engorged cock pressing deeply into the gown’s satin folds. Astonished by her level of lustful surrender, she encouraged him, shoving back against his manhood.

Zeke kept up his passionate assault on his Sylva, reveling in his power to please her womanly senses. Though his cock speared and ached to fight through the barrier of his pants, he concentrated on bringing her to fullest pleasure. His lunging pleasure would come later this night, and be more savagely rapturous simply because he waited now. Besides, he wanted the scent of her zenith filling his nostrils as they danced. He wanted the special softness of her satiated body pressed against him. Mostly, he wanted to witness the sweet shine in her eyes whenever she looked at him.
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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 ~ 84 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Friday, Sara posted about a non-traditional Happy Ending.
Wednesday, Kadian penned a serious blog about the practice of college hazing.
Tuesday ~ The Romance of the Unicorn for St. Patrick’s Day ~ by the Kougar
Monday, Bekki wrote a great bloggie article about ways to keep selling your small print/ebook.
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

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NOTE: NO, BLOGGER, YOU HAVE NOT SOLVED MY PROBLEM. OH, YES, THE ‘I ACCEPT’ BUTTON NOW SHOWS. BUT I COULD CLICK THAT SUCKER FROM NOW UNTIL SUNUP AND IT WOULD NEVER ‘CLICK’ THROUGH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Let FREEDOM ring. Let every VOICE be heard! NO! Internet Two. Resistance is victory.
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Happy Age of Aquarius
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Water sprite kisses from the Kougar...

Rainbow Flash of the Wizard

...imagine, my lovely big kitties, as the Kougar was awakening from her slumbers today...the Wizard of Oz appeared...no, not the man behind the curtain...but the memory of the movie...it is that time of year...so, the Kougar is remembering that the actual story is not a children's tale, but a grownups tale about the evil doings of bankers...gee, is this sychronicity in action, or what...then, moi's favorite song begins playing in her head...the young beautiful Judi Garland singing Over the Rainbow...

...so still waking up the Kougar clicks over to the Liquid Silver SEx blog to check on the flash-ing action...and what does she find?...why, wonderful author, Jeanne Barrack, calling for all colors of the Rainbow Flashes...well, it doesn't hit moi's brain, the lucid dreaming connection...until the Kougaress is typing in a comment, and a promise to pen a flash...then, pow! It ain't no coincidence my kittens...and would you believe, the Kougar understands if you don't...but moi began her rainbow flash with a Wizard without conscious thought about the Wizard of Oz...ah, the subconscious or the soul at work...

...just for the Big Cool Cats two more flashes have been added to the Kougar's Flash of the Caribbean Vampire ~ Cruelty... ~ ...and, tomorrow, the serial flash Blocking My Sun continues...

...shaking her furry mug, the Kougar hasn't figured out yet, how to continue her serial flashes on the blog as they grow in length, and become too long for one blog entry...since she hates to add another click to another page, not liking to extra-click herself...ah, the never-ending problems of life...

The Wizard

ONE
The wizard wore red. The color of red that wasn’t blood, but the color of a male cardinal in finest feather. He observed my useless struggles against the satin ropes with icy blazing indigo eyes as he descended the sweep of stone-carved steps. He moved toward me with a regal laziness that belied his hunter’s nature. Extending his palm, he offered a rosy perfect apple. The scent made me salivate and my belly ached. I was so hungry I leaned forward, letting the rope cut into me.
“Three days you’ve been my prisoner.”
“I don’t know where your brother is.”
TWO
As I inhaled the apple’s perfume, blue lightning bolts flashed from his eyes. The apple smoldered, quickly disappearing into the ethers. In a rage over my disobedience, he cracked enormous bolts all around me, of the most radiant green lightning I’d ever witnessed, sky or magic. As the air thickened with a smoky white residue, I shut my eyes. He couldn’t kill me, but that was little comfort. I wanted to tremble and weaken to his demand. Yet, I could not. I would not. Too much was at stake.
“Tell me. Or I will enslave you to my bed.”
“No.”
THREE
The fragrance tantalized, ethereal and honeyed. I opened my eyes. In his palm lay an exquisite yellow rose in full bloom. One of his, I knew. He grew them as a sweet distraction from the intense duties of his life. I had cared for his garden when he could not. But that was long ago when I had been his apprentice in the art of healing sorcery. He’d taught me exceptionally well, and with a passion for sharing knowledge I admired. Suddenly seized by brilliant orange flame, the rose died.
“My brother’s fate.”
“He did not confide. I swear it.”

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Cruelty...

ONE
Cruelty can take many forms. I sit in the dark. In the back. In the corner farthest away from the gorgeous young women strutting their stuff beneath the pink-shimmering illumination inside the intimate private ballroom of a Caribbean mansion, belonging to a mysterious man everyone called the Vampire.
The lingerie designs they model not only excite the libido to a painful level, but each one is exquisitely unique and incomparably beautiful. I lust over most of them, my breath hitching ridiculously. God, I wanted to wear them. As I could have once. But, I’m too old. Too ugly. Too fat.
TWO
"May I offer you a drink, madam?" The man’s voice behind me was deep, impossibly deep, and definitely amused. I had no idea why he would find me amusing. Unless he found old and fat some sort of sick private joke? Yeah, mess with the fat woman and tempt the oldie into believing a man found her ‘interesting’. That’s a good one. Haha. Only I’m not laughing, creep.
"I believe you will find the mango sangria particularly refreshing."
"Mango sangria?" Stupid, stupid! Why take the bait? I should just ignore him. Damn.
"A sip. I wish you to try it."
THREE
"Wish all you want. No thanks." Go away. Go find another victim. Irritated, my cheeks flushing...thank god, it’s dark...I return my attention to the filmy glamor negligees. I wish I could feel the silk and lace, the sheer whirl of color as it swishes and slinks over my hourglass curves, as they once were. Not so many years ago. I want to look in the mirror again, admire my own beauty. Maybe be admired. If it’s the right man. Passion untamed...god, yes.
"Please, I need your opinion."
Suddenly, he’s sitting beside me. I blink like an owl.
FOUR
"My opinion," I nearly stutter. No man can soundlessly move that fast, can he? His voice had come from my left. Now he sat on my right, his gaze focused on me as if he intended to feast on my face. Maybe he was, in a way. Maybe it was my blood he was after. I stifled a shiver, and chastised myself. The Vampire. I only recognized him because the magazine I freelanced for on the island, often featured him on the society pages. "Oh, I get it. For the magazine’s drink recommendations."
"If that pleases you, then, yes, Sapphira."
FIVE
"What else?" Damn, why had I said that? I’d just opened the door...
"I wish to know your palate." Leaning back, he suavely crooked one finger.
I swallowed as if my life depended on it. I’d never heard of the Vampire interacting with anyone at his fantasy fashion shows. Yes, he attended the island’s elite social events, a stunning woman attached to his side, cleavage down to her navel. But not...
With debonair precision, a waiter from out of nowhere, it seemed, deposited two tall shapely glasses. The Vampire lifted his while I stared.
"To your health, Sapphira. Please taste."
SIX
Okay, Cici, the mag’s owner would kill me if she found out I hadn’t ‘tasted’. Besides, it would be a coup of a society story, even though I’d only agreed to write up the fashion show because her usual reporter retched with morning sickness.
I pick up the cool curvy glass, then convince my hand not to shake as I slightly raise it. "To your health, Mr. Vorragozi."
"Tell me what you think," he encourages.
Are his eyes sparkling strangely? It’s not real blood, is it? Sangria...doesn’t that mean blood? God help me, if I’m remembering right, it does.
SEVEN
I sip. It’s so perfectly yummy-mango, I sip again. And again. Four sips. Five. I force myself to set the glass down. "Amazing. Very amazing, Mr. Vorragozi."
"I prepared it just for you."
"Why?" My head begins a pleasant swim. I smile.
"Tell me, what’s your favorite lingerie?"
"Baby dolls," I blurt out as if I can’t contain myself. "Truth serum?" I ask, and hold up the glass.
"What would be your favorite color to wear?" His eyes glisten like black pearls.
"Red." My tongue is utterly disobedient.
"Yes, I must have you in red."
"Blood-red! What kind of cruelty..."
EIGHT
"Cruelty?" He inquires a moment after I’d firmed my lips, despite the maddening urge to blab like a chic lit heroine. I think his eyebrow is raised, but the darkness makes me wonder. Still, his tone is cool as his restaurant’s giant freezer. I know I’ve been in it, writing an article for Cici.
He waits with a patience I admire, or perhaps, he simply enjoys my mouse-like torture as I scurry in my mind to think of a way to escape.
"My age. I think it’s cruel." So there, Vampire. Maybe that will turn you ice cold with revulsion.
NINE
"How old are you, Sapphira?"
Do I hear the faint drumming of his fingertips? God, I’d love to take another drink. The glass taunted me like a singing Siren.
"Please tell me," he coaxed. Very persuasively.
It was either grab the glass and sip...or..."Fifty-eight." I harden my jaw, then avert my face. "Satisfied? Happy?" I slice my tone quite effectively, I believe.
"Would you care to guess my age?"
Neutral, his voice, yet tempting, a caress of black velvet. Oh yes, there’s that underlying amusement.
I gage my chances at shutting him down. Not damn likely, I realize.
TEN
Still...I’m a sucker for the right challenge.
"Forty something," I fling at him, tightly gripping my hands together. The Mango Sangria beckons and my mouth begs to taste ambrosia again.
He laughs...melodic and deep. Frissons of ecstatic pleasure seize my nerve endings. I sit paralyzed. Wishing I could move. But I couldn’t. I truly couldn’t.
I couldn’t even blink.
"I’ve been told thirty-five. Often." He made no attempt to hide his amusement. The hypnotic glitter of his eyes danced in the dimness, and felt like a gentle stroke on my face. Odd.
"Actually, I’m one thousand and forty-one."
ELEVEN
What the hell kind of drug had he put in that drink?
Maybe, it was blood. His blood? Vampire addictive blood. Hadn’t I read that somewhere? Some romance novel from years ago...however my brain is too fuzzy to remember, as if I’d indulged in drinking a Fuzzy Navel. Damn.
I finally blink. "Forty-one?"
"You’ll enjoy the dark side, my pretty Sapphira," he promises.
"The dark side," I mumble. Straightening my spine, I announce, "I don’t do the dark side."
"Do?" He leans forward slightly. "I believe you’ll enjoy ‘doing’ me. As much as I will passionately enjoy ‘doing’ you."

TWELVE
Shocked to my core...wherever that was, I scoot my chair back, then attempt to stand. It wasn’t happening. My legs have transformed to rubber. "I am leaving." My chin high, I press down on the table to shove myself upwards.
Instantly...before I can even think about blinking, he is beside me, his hand on my arm as if he intends to escort me somewhere.
"Go away," I snap, only able to raise myself part way. My temper emerging, I confront the devil vampire, "What drug did you put in my drink?"
"No drug. Merely a special flower essence."
THIRTEEN
"What? The flower of Bloodroot?" I emphasize ‘blood’ while trying to pull my arm out of his gentlemanly grip. And why the hell does he smell like patchouli and expensive cigar smoke, some exotic mixture of the two which intrigues me more than it should.
"Several blooms from our local flora," he calmly purrs. Again amusement hides in his voice, highly irritating me.
"Let go." I stiffen.
"My Sapphira." His tone humors me. "I will not have you harmed."
"And spiking my drink with ‘special’ essences won’t harm me?" My tone goes for his jugular.
"It will only enhance our risque’ pleasures."
FOURTEEN
"I’m not risque’ pleasuring with you," I storm.
I would have tried jerking my arm away. But damn, I knew he wasn’t letting go. The horrid, overly sexy man.
"Yes, you will." He’s leaned down to my ear, his tone intimate dark bait I yearn to leap for like a silly fish.
"No, I won’t." Righteous temper is not confined to youth. "I don’t care what ‘special essence’ you put in my drink."
"My Sapphira," he vampire purrs. "Yes, you will."
In a fit of temper I stomp on his foot. Though, really, I’m not wearing tramp chic spiked heels.
FIFTEEN
Yeah, my marshmallow-sole sandals are going to skewer his foot. He laughs, a low chuckle, just for my ear.
Damnit, I like the virile sound. My insides turn all buttery fluttery.
So what.
"I’ll scream," I warn.
"I’ll kiss you," he warns.
Kiss...it skitters through me like a thousand landing butterflies, their wings flapping.
I wiggle my arm in his grip, a useless exercise. Useless like me trying to run on the beach every morning. The only thing it got me was severely sore knees.
"Do you drink blood?"
The words dare their freedom before sanity claims them back.
SIXTEEN
Oh God...my heart thumped to beat any band. Ricky Ricardo thwacking the bongos in a fast Latin rhythm during an episode of I Love Lucy, seizes my mind. Does the Vampire hear?
How superior are his senses? Oh god, he has to be a Vampire. What else?
"You’re trembling, Sapphira." He picks up the Mango Sangria. "Another sip?"
"You didn’t answer my question," I counter. Damn it to hell, my voice quavers like a helpless gothic heroine. And I ache to grab hold of the glass. Sip, then keep on sipping.
"Would you like me to taste your blood?"
SEVENTEEN
Seduction. Temptation. The ultimate sexual purr. His voice, a sound barely above a whisper, possesses my ear. Not just the sound. The rim of my ear tingles, pleading for the feel of his lips. The grazing of this teeth.
Omygod. The touch of his fangs?
"Does my rapid neck pulse of absolute fear thrill you?" I dare. With the truth. Why not? He must know. I feel the quick heavy throb below my ear and hate it.
"You thrill me, Sapphira." He hovers the glass before my lips. "One sip."
"Tell me the truth," I desperately bargain. "Then I’ll sip."
EIGHTEEN
"Which truth, my beloved?"
Beloved...what the freaking hell? This climbed the ladder of creepy exponentially, the way he’d spoken it. As if it were a true endearment. Omygawd.
"Whatever ‘truth’ is most convenient, of course," I snipe at him. Ripping my gaze away from the sweating glass of Mango Sangria, I try to swallow away my awful thirst. Useless.
"In some respects you haven’t changed, my Sapphira."
"You act as if you know me," I snap back like a hoyden. And know, once again, I’d pulled a bonehead move...day-ummm, was that a boner in his black linen pants?
NINETEEN
"I do know you," he asserts in a dark purr.
I blink several times, lifting my gaze.
"How? We’ve never met before."
I look down again, expecting not to see what I’d seen. Suddenly, I can’t feel my breath. It’s still there, standing proudly. All too proudly.
"On the island. No, we’ve never met, my Sapphira."
I stare at his hard-on for what feels like an eternity. Aware that he’s amused like some idle harem prince.
"Where?" I mumble, and jerk my gaze away.
The glass or his overly large cock. I’m trapped between the two.
"Sip. I’ll tell you."
October 5, 2008
TWENTY
"Let go. I don’t want to know you." Yes, a deep vein of stubbornness runs in my family. Hellfire, I wonder which vein he wants to suck on most. And why? He could be Mr. Suave Vampire and suck on any of the four young beauties now eyeing us. They blink their bright-lantern, doe-big eyes as if the magnetic poles are about to shift, tilting the known world upside down. Okay, it could happen. But if it were, there’d be mass panic. I could escape into the abyss of catastrophe.
"Yes, you do," he assures.
"They want to know you."
TWENTY-TWO
"They?" he asks as if I’ve actually caught him off guard. Yeah, right, Mr. Huge Boner vampire. It’s still amazingly upright and HUGE. I stare, rather than gaze at what I can never be again. Never was, actually. Beautiful, yes. Not that kind of thinner-than-thin glamor, chic always my constant companion.
"Go, suck their blood," I prompt, closing my eyes. Could I just fall forward, dead weight, and crawl beneath the table...damn, desperation does breed it’s own insanity.
"I find their blood unappetizing," he elegantly intones, right out of the movies. "You used to enjoyably suck on my cock."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Rainbow flashing kiss from the Kougar...

Flash from New Olympus

Finally, my Lovely Big Cats, the Ark may not be needed, since the rain goddess has relented and allowed the sun to arrive just in time for sunset...my meow gosh! The sunset is incredibly and deliciously beautiful, with the most intense blaze-ignited pinky peach colors. Yum...to bask in...

Today Jeanne Barrack, author of The Shimmering Flame, hosted Flash Fiction Sunday at Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ Cover art and cover models were the flashing subjects. And the pic was one used as a model for one of Jeanne's covers.

And! Just for the Big Cool Kitties, two more flashes are added to moi's serial flash, Cruelty...
Plus! Tomorrow the serial flash, Blocking My Sun, is continued.

FLASH FROM NEW OLYMPUS ~ September 14, 2008

Never bet a god...

ONE
Utterly nude behind the dressing screen, Sylth languidly shook her waves of titian hair some fools compared to the color of Aphrodite’s tresses, when she preferred red. Never Sylth. The goddess’s trite punishments didn’t suit her, and were a waste of her precious time. And thinking of time, it was time to satisfy that bet she’d made under the influence of may apple wine. Combing her fingers luxuriously up through her hair, she paused to silkily stretch, to feel the tumble, and the tickle on the middle of her back.
Time to pay up hell. The son of Ares waited.

TWO
Never a good idea to bet a god. Especially one with a legendary ferociousness of strength and temper. Even if he painted like the glorious art of Creation itself, and stoically kept to himself, usually. Unlike his sire. Ahhh, the dreamy so-sweet affects of may apple wine had induced a silliness in her, had lessened her own magnificent fire of spirit. Had made her weak enough to bet the wine-mellowed god, she could beat him in a chariot race, at his subtly crafted challenge. Who knew he’d continued training in the war sport, since he never competed?
Hell, Zhares waited.

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Cruelty...

ONE
Cruelty can take many forms. I sit in the dark. In the back. In the corner farthest away from the gorgeous young women strutting their stuff beneath the pink-shimmering illumination inside the intimate private ballroom of a Caribbean mansion, belonging to a mysterious man everyone called the Vampire.
The lingerie designs they model not only excite the libido to a painful level, but each one is exquisitely unique and incomparably beautiful. I lust over most of them, my breath hitching ridiculously. God, I wanted to wear them. As I could have once. But, I’m too old. Too ugly. Too fat.

TWO
"May I offer you a drink, madam?" The man’s voice behind me was deep, impossibly deep, and definitely amused. I had no idea why he would find me amusing. Unless he found old and fat some sort of sick private joke? Yeah, mess with the fat woman and tempt the oldie into believing a man found her ‘interesting’. That’s a good one. Haha. Only I’m not laughing, creep.
"I believe you will find the mango sangria particularly refreshing."
"Mango sangria?" Stupid, stupid! Why take the bait? I should just ignore him. Damn.
"A sip. I wish you to try it."

THREE
"Wish all you want. No thanks." Go away. Go find another victim. Irritated, my cheeks flushing...thank god, it’s dark...I return my attention to the filmy glamor negligees. I wish I could feel the silk and lace, the sheer whirl of color as it swishes and slinks over my hourglass curves, as they once were. Not so many years ago. I want to look in the mirror again, admire my own beauty. Maybe be admired. If it’s the right man. Passion untamed...god, yes.
"Please, I need your opinion."
Suddenly, he’s sitting beside me. I blink like an owl.

FOUR
"My opinion," I nearly stutter. No man can soundlessly move that fast, can he? His voice had come from my left. Now he sat on my right, his gaze focused on me as if he intended to feast on my face. Maybe he was, in a way. Maybe it was my blood he was after. I stifled a shiver, and chastised myself. The Vampire. I only recognized him because the magazine I freelanced for on the island, often featured him on the society pages. "Oh, I get it. For the magazine’s drink recommendations."
"If that pleases you, then, yes, Sapphira."

FIVE
"What else?" Damn, why had I said that? I’d just opened the door...
"I wish to know your palate." Leaning back, he suavely crooked one finger.
I swallowed as if my life depended on it. I’d never heard of the Vampire interacting with anyone at his fantasy fashion shows. Yes, he attended the island’s elite social events, a stunning woman attached to his side, cleavage down to her navel. But not...
With debonair precision, a waiter from out of nowhere, it seemed, deposited two tall shapely glasses. The Vampire lifted his while I stared.
"To your health, Sapphira. Please taste."

SIX
Okay, Cici, the mag’s owner would kill me if she found out I hadn’t ‘tasted’. Besides, it would be a coup of a society story, even though I’d only agreed to write up the fashion show because her usual reporter retched with morning sickness.
I pick up the cool curvy glass, then convince my hand not to shake as I slightly raise it. "To your health, Mr. Vorragozi."
"Tell me what you think," he encourages.
Are his eyes sparkling strangely? It’s not real blood, is it? Sangria...doesn’t that mean blood? God help me, if I’m remembering right, it does.

SEVEN
I sip. It’s so perfectly yummy-mango, I sip again. And again. Four sips. Five. I force myself to set the glass down. "Amazing. Very amazing, Mr. Vorragozi."
"I prepared it just for you."
"Why?" My head begins a pleasant swim. I smile.
"Tell me, what’s your favorite lingerie?"
"Baby dolls," I blurt out as if I can’t contain myself. "Truth serum?" I ask, and hold up the glass.
"What would be your favorite color to wear?" His eyes glisten like black pearls.
"Red." My tongue is utterly disobedient.
"Yes, I must have you in red."
"Blood-red! What kind of cruelty..."

EIGHT
"Cruelty?" He inquires a moment after I’d firmed my lips, despite the maddening urge to blab like a chic lit heroine. I think his eyebrow is raised, but the darkness makes me wonder. Still, his tone is cool as his restaurant’s giant freezer. I know I’ve been in it, writing an article for Cici.
He waits with a patience I admire, or perhaps, he simply enjoys my mouse-like torture as I scurry in my mind to think of a way to escape.
"My age. I think it’s cruel." So there, Vampire. Maybe that will turn you ice cold with revulsion.

NINE
"How old are you, Sapphira?"
Do I hear the faint drumming of his fingertips? God, I’d love to take another drink. The glass taunted me like a singing Siren.
"Please tell me," he coaxed. Very persuasively.
It was either grab the glass and sip...or..."Fifty-eight." I harden my jaw, then avert my face. "Satisfied? Happy?" I slice my tone quite effectively, I believe.
"Would you care to guess my age?"
Neutral, his voice, yet tempting, a caress of black velvet. Oh yes, there’s that underlying amusement.
I gage my chances at shutting him down. Not damn likely, I realize.

TEN
Still...I’m a sucker for the right challenge.
"Forty something," I fling at him, tightly gripping my hands together. The Mango Sangria beckons and my mouth begs to taste ambrosia again.
He laughs...melodic and deep. Frissons of ecstatic pleasure seize my nerve endings. I sit paralyzed. Wishing I could move. But I couldn’t. I truly couldn’t.
I couldn’t even blink.
"I’ve been told thirty-five. Often." He made no attempt to hide his amusement. The hypnotic glitter of his eyes danced in the dimness, and felt like a gentle stroke on my face. Odd.
"Actually, I’m one thousand and forty-one."

ELEVEN
What the hell kind of drug had he put in that drink?
Maybe, it was blood. His blood? Vampire addictive blood. Hadn’t I read that somewhere? Some romance novel from years ago...however my brain is too fuzzy to remember, as if I’d indulged in drinking a Fuzzy Navel. Damn.
I finally blink. "Forty-one?"
"You’ll enjoy the dark side, my pretty Sapphira," he promises.
"The dark side," I mumble. Straightening my spine, I announce, "I don’t do the dark side."
"Do?" He leans forward slightly. "I believe you’ll enjoy ‘doing’ me. As much as I will passionately enjoy ‘doing’ you."

TWELVE
Shocked to my core...wherever that was, I scoot my chair back, then attempt to stand. It wasn’t happening. My legs have transformed to rubber. "I am leaving." My chin high, I press down on the table to shove myself upwards.
Instantly...before I can even think about blinking, he is beside me, his hand on my arm as if he intends to escort me somewhere.
"Go away," I snap, only able to raise myself part way. My temper emerging, I confront the devil vampire, "What drug did you put in my drink?"
"No drug. Merely a special flower essence."

THIRTEEN
"What? The flower of Bloodroot?" I emphasize ‘blood’ while trying to pull my arm out of his gentlemanly grip. And why the hell does he smell like patchouli and expensive cigar smoke, some exotic mixture of the two which intrigues me more than it should.
"Several blooms from our local flora," he calmly purrs. Again amusement hides in his voice, highly irritating me.
"Let go." I stiffen.
"My Sapphira." His tone humors me. "I will not have you harmed."
"And spiking my drink with ‘special’ essences won’t harm me?" My tone goes for his jugular.
"It will only enhance our risque’ pleasures."

September 14, 2008

FOURTEEN
"I’m not risque’ pleasuring with you," I storm.
I would have tried jerking my arm away. But damn, I knew he wasn’t letting go. The horrid, overly sexy man.
"Yes, you will." He’s leaned down to my ear, his tone intimate dark bait I yearn to leap for like a silly fish.
"No, I won’t." Righteous temper is not confined to youth. "I don’t care what ‘special essence’ you put in my drink."
"My Sapphira," he vampire purrs. "Yes, you will."
In a fit of temper I stomp on his foot. Though, really, I’m not wearing tramp chic spiked heels.

FIFTEEN
Yeah, my marshmallow-sole sandals are going to skewer his foot. He laughs, a low chuckle, just for my ear.
Damnit, I like the virile sound. My insides turn all buttery fluttery.
So what.
"I’ll scream," I warn.
"I’ll kiss you," he warns.
Kiss...it skitters through me like a thousand landing butterflies, their wings flapping.
I wiggle my arm in his grip, a useless exercise. Useless like me trying to run on the beach every morning. The only thing it got me was severely sore knees.
"Do you drink blood?"
The words dare their freedom before sanity claims them back.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Returning sun kisses from the Kougar...

Big Cat Woohoo! For Moi ~ Angel is #2

Summer evening my Cool Big Cats, the crickets are chirping happily, and the sun’s descent on the late summer tame prairie is a splendid feast for the senses.
The Kougar’s huge-roar of thanks goes out to Lee Silver, author with Siren-BookStrand. She kindly sent me one of her fabulous bookmarks for THE TWIST, an erotic story of suspense with a strange twist. This morning Lee sent an e-mail inquiring what my opinion was. This meow kat only wishes, if she could find the time, that she could design a bookmark as fantastically as Lee has accomplished...
Lee also mentioned WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS was #2 on the BookStrand seller's list...okay, the Kougaress is giddily jumping up and down! And her heart went pitty pat with joy.

Okay, all you Big Cats who adore shape-shifters, this is just for you!!!
Today on the Liquid Silver SEx blog, Darragha Foster, author of the unusual tale or tail and owner of Chocolate Covered Promotions, blogged with these amusing and tantalizing questions.
And! You have got to take a romp over for all the answers! ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~
August 23, 2008
What would you do if you were a shape-shifter?
Darragha Foster wrote this terribly early in the morning:
You’re a shape-shifter. What’s your favorite extreme sport?
A) Dating a human
B) Living as a human
C) Shifter sex with various and sundry species
What’s your least favorite household chore?
A) cleaning up after friends during molting season
B) buffing out the scratch marks on the floor after a good scritch in the fur pile
C) cleaning up after male shifters who mark their territory
What’s your favorite movie?
A) The Hulk
B) The original Werewolf
C) The Golden Compass
Which statement best describes your shifting preferences?
A) Running wild and free, baby! On all fours, naturally.
B) Ruling the skies and dropping bombs of a natural substance at will
C) Cruising the oceans of the world without engine or sail
Which non-human man would you like to take to your bed/den/nest?
A) Dr. Who
B) Capt. Jack Harkness
C) Both
Which human male would you like to shag until you’re both depleted of all bodily fluids?
A) Johnny Depp (with or without Capt. Jack Sparrow eyeliner)
B) Hugh Jackman (with or without Wolverine claws)
C) Vin Diesel (with or without those fabulous eyes from Pitch Black)
You are a wolf shifter stuck on a lifeboat with fifteen other survivors, and the full moon is about to wade out from behind the clouds. Do you
A) Hide under your coat?
B) Convince everyone their crazy and that you’re not a werewolf?
C) Jump overboard, dog paddle like mad, and hope you get picked up by another boat?
Finish this sentence:
I didn’t know it could be so good. When the moon’s light touched my bare skin, I knew I’d made the right choice. The right choice, because my _____________ started ________________.

YOWL-HOPEFULLY FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT, MOI’S ANSWERS...
Savanna Kougar Says:
August 23rd, 2008 at 5:35 pm
Darr, I love you! And everyone who’s commented. I’m not sure I’m in the same shifter boat, but here goes.
You’re a shape-shifter. What’s your favorite extreme sport?
A) Dating over-conceited human males and leaving them with a sexual complex that will take lifetimes of therapy to overcome.
What’s your least favorite household chore?
C) cleaning up after male shifters who mark their territory — Once is enough! After that, they either build my own luxurious bathing room or they stay out on penalty of losing what’s between their legs.
What’s your favorite movie?
Definitely LadyHawke…sigh…and the horses were to die for…
Which statement best describes your shifting preferences?
A) Running wild and free, baby! On all fours, naturally.
B) Ruling the skies and dropping bombs of a natural substance at will
C) Cruising the oceans of the world without engine or sail
ALL THE ABOVE…and so much more, baby!
Which non-human man would you like to take to your bed/den/nest?
Duke, my wolfie shifter hero.
Which human male would you like to shag until you’re both depleted of all bodily fluids?
Adrian Paul…and he can play about any of his roles, especially the immortal Highlander…oh god!
You are a wolf shifter stuck on a lifeboat with fifteen other survivors, and the full moon is about to wade out from behind the clouds. Do you
C) Jump overboard, dog paddle like mad, and hope you get picked up by another boat? Maybe this one…
But…maybe…I’d just say before full shift, "Anyone want to pet me?"
Finish this sentence:
I didn’t know it could be so good. When the moon’s light touched my bare skin, I knew I’d made the right choice. The right choice, because my senses heightened to fierce and I started to run the forest as I never could before.

A smooch and meow for now from the Kougar...

Bluebird and Butterfly of Happiness?

Greetings, Big Cats...blink, blink...meow-maaoow, a long day of editing. And the Kougaress is a bit blinky dizzy. Purring-however, one of her rewards is the Strawberry Rhubarb Pie recipe she discovered on ~ cindyjacks.blogspot.com ~ Cindy Jacks is an author with Lyrical Press, a new e-publisher, who officially opened their doors on May 5.
Another reward? Before the Kougar snuggled up in her sheets very early this morning, just as the sun had risen, moi gazed out her fave west-facing window...spying the most gorgeous little bluebird critter. Tiny radiantly blue darling, with his black-feathered tail, perched on one tiny limb of the branch the Kougar should have moved by now, and after looking around diligently, began feeding on dandelion seeds. No hurry, blue birdie fed for a long while, not a sign of fear present in his feathers.
The Kougar's blue bird of happiness?
Then, another reward. Just before noon, the Kougaress had the occasion to once again gaze out her fave window...and! A beautiful jet black butterfly with orange-yellow dashes at the bottom of his wings dined on the lone bright yellow dandelion blossom. Where was moi's camera?
Was this more-than-lovely pollinator the Kougar's butterfly of happiness?
Or could it be shaman-interpreted as the blue bird of happiness winging the Kougaress's way?
Wish..wish...and realistically...well, the Kougar will not bore you with the endless wish-for-happiness details of her life.
One happy event! However, moi was successful in registering for Liquid Silver's Silver Expressions blog ~ so she can actually blog on May 23 when it's her turn. Will miracles never cease? That the Kougar is somewhat successful in negotiating this cyber space world ~ at least, her tiny piece of it.
Take a spin on over to Title Magic, my Lovely Big Kitties. Today's guest blogger, Lee R. Duncan, is the master coordinator of the writing contest, Launching a Star, for her RWA chapter. Moi always learns a lot, and Lee's informative blog is no exception. And it's just fun! Mew-sings below.
Hi Lee, long ago, about 1999, I spent a year entering contests. That experience has definitely helped me now as a newly published e-author.
If I had more time...which is like gold now...I would enter contests for feedback, or as an author.
I have to say, when one of my manuscripts received a personal glowing letter of how much the judge loved my entry, and it was the best thing she'd ever read, I must have cried for an hour, and I was trying to run around doing chores. Driving and tears don't really work that well together.
Sad to say, that particular completed mss, Risk-Fierce Ravishing Pilot, may never get published because of the unusual style of writing I used.
Thanks for being with us today. And thanks for what you do.
***
An exciting day! Here at Title Magic. You are knocking them out of the park, Lee.
Savanna, who taking a little breaky from edits...argh!

Bluebird and butterfly kisses from the Kougar...

Flash! All That Bull

Hold onto your stetsons, Big Woolly Cats, there's a new bull in town, and he's aiming to star in his own story as the heroine's to-ride 'em and not die, yippee ki yay! hero...
Check out all the cow shifter and talon-fierce critters in the fiction flashes at the Liquid Silver blog ~liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~
Flash! All That Bull
ONE
Damn! Like this is how I wanted to spend my Sunday. On stupid repairs. I pounded the third nail into the loose middle board of my old corral. I wouldn’t have bothered, except I needed it fixed for my new Arab colt.
Ouch! The hammer smacked my thumb. Damn it to effing hell! Worse! Now sweat beaded on my forehead, threatening to sting my eyes.
I bent over, pounding the stubborn nail. Damn! I stilled. A large snout snuffled, pressed against my crotch. Sniffing, blowing loudly, the animal’s muzzle pushed upward, snuggling.
None of my horses were in the corral.
TWO
I whirled around, the hammer poised like a weapon. The huge coffee-colored eyes of a longhorn bull met me. His coat was a shiny healthy liver red. His immense spread of white horns gleamed beneath the noon sun. From what I could see, flattened against my corral post, with my heart thundering, he was all sleek ferocious muscle. And beating him with the hammer would most likely have only enraged him. Calm in my panic I merely stared back at him, then asked, "Have a home?"
My answer. His nostrils flared. Stepping closer, he thrust his muzzle against my loins.
THREE
Blowing loudly, he slowly rubbed his muzzle up the zipper of my jeans. Almost delicately, he snuffled the thin hugging fabric of my tank top. My sweat-damp tank top.
"I’ll bet someone’s looking for you," I crooned softly, half-mesmerized by the look of rut glinting from his hooded eyes.
Surprised when his muzzle shoved between my breasts, my belly leaped as if a bullet had struck.
Omygawd! Naked as a jaybird, the cowboy I’d refused to dance with last night stood pressed against me. I dropped the hammer, reached back to clutch the post. My breath poured out in gusts.
A lotta bull smooch from the Kougar...