Yep and yowl, my fierce and lovely KitKats, the big release day for STALLION OF ASH AND FLAME is here. The Kougar is kicking up her paw-heels.
Here are the latest snippets ~
Stallion of Ash and Flame - X-Snippet #5
Chapter Five ~ You Smell Like a Stud
He eased his cock back with painful slowness. Once he reached her tight silky entrance, he paused for an instant, immersing himself in her impassioned gaze. Her eyes were misty and bright. Breaking eye contact, he lunged swift and hard. After that, he didn’t stop. His needy shaft launched inside her over and over, his hips bucking with a fierce rhythm.
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Stallion of Ash and Flame - Snippet #6
Chapter Six ~ I Arrived on Earth
“Thought what?” he asked, more curious than sin.
“You know. A renegade type.” She let her hand drop away from her throat.
“Renegade,” he repeated in a rasp. Eros god, did he ever want to be his mare’s renegade lover. He wanted to touch her desperately. Their legs still pressed together, but he wanted to caress her face, take her again. Mate her.
Instead, he murmured, “Seneca, only you can recover the amulets.”
She scrutinized his face, trying to determine if he told the truth. “I don’t understand.”
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Stallion of Ash and Flame - Snippet #7
Chapter Seven ~ Full-Time Stud
Trail caressed her breasts, sliding his palms from beneath them. She nestled inside his arms as he opened them to her.
“What do we do now?” she whispered. “I felt...I guess it’s your energy, on the phone line.”
“Yes,” he answered, matching her hushed voice. “Plenty of listeners.”
She nodded, and her tears dripped on his arm, tiny hot splashes. “Does your race cry?”
He nodded, his cheek brushing her hair. “Our tears aren’t as salty.” Hugging her closer, he rested his cheek against the side of her head.
“What are we going to do? The damn effing sheriff is planning a yellow-bellied ambush. God, I’d like to...never mind.”
“I have a plan. An ambush of my own.”
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Stallion of Ash and Flame - Snippet #8
Chapter Eight ~ Sheriff Pork Belly
From the shaded entrance of the stable, he watched her stride resolutely down her drive until she disappeared. Floating his sixth sense above her, he felt her volatile, yet cold determination to take on her enemy. Part of it had been born out of her sheer disgust and outrage over his immoral criminal activities. Yet, most of it was for her brother. Her fists were clenched, her nails digging into her palms. Her chin jutted with challenge.
Once Sheriff Colgan turned onto her drive, she marched faster, intercepting his effort to drive around her. She planted herself in front of his car and folded her arms. He felt her enraged glare.
Sheriff Colgan took his time getting out of his car, finally emerging as if he’d arrived to do her favor, and she better be grateful for it. He hitched up his gun belt before striding a few steps alongside his car.
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Coming from Siren-BookStrand, September 24th ~ A man-stallion of ash and flame on a mission to save his world’s Earth portal must save his Mate, a human woman forbidden to him. ~ http://bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar ~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 270 ~Sylva felt as if a hundred pound weight had been lifted off her shoulders. At least, Zeke knew. “Come on, darlin’, let’s get some dinner. I’m starved.” Together, they moved the short distance to the booth. Her cowboy gentlemanly handed her onto the bench seat, then slid in beside her. “Ranson is going to join us for a spell.” Zeke waved him over. Ranson reminded Sylva of the cowboy singer, Dwight Yokum. Only he was taller, larger in stature. “Ranson, you remember my sister, Marina. And this Grant, who gave us some timely assistance. And this is my bride, Sylva.”
Zeke watched Ranson position his chair and join them. His smile of old was in place, the one that made him look like a merry prankster. “Pleasure to meet ya all. Especially Zeke’s bride.” He tipped his hat to Sylva before removing it. “That was quite a little showdown, even if it turned out right,” Grant stated, placing his arm around Marina’s shoulders. “Certainly is rare these days for a woman to run away, marry, and not tell her family,” Zeke commented. “Know anything about Stella?” he asked Ranson. “Nope. I’ll investigate once I return.” Marina raised her brows, “Stella?”
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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 ~ 268 ~ 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 August 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS~~~~~~
HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ Romance of Trail and Seneca
Tuesday ~ Jane Richardson ~ A Man With No Name
Sunday ~ Linda blogs ~ First Kiss - A Little Late
Friday ~ Jane Beckham blogs ~ I’m Juggling as Fast as I Can! Excerpt from TO KISS AN ANGEL.
Thursday ~ Courtney blogs ~ The Music of My Writing~~~
THE PINK BLOG ~ TRAVEL DAYS ARE HERE!
Wednesday ~ Stephanie Burkhart: Berlin, 1988 ~ great story and older pictures!
Tuesday ~ Keena blogs ~ Some places just speak to me... “...and in the case of Orkney, it said "get the hell out of here."
Monday ~ Jane Richardson blogs ~ La Serenissima ~ “When it comes to the world’s most romantic cities, Venice must be right up there in the top ten.”
Sunday ~ Celia blogs ~ Down Mexico Way ~ a most enchanting trip into central Mexico.
Saturday ~ Armchair traveling to South Africa with romance author, Judah Raine. Take a peek at this incredible excerpt.
Friday ~ Graham Aliborne blogs ~ Paris: the dark side ~ a must read also.
Thursday ~ Jane blogs ~ Table for Two... oh, you have read this one!~~~
SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Tuesday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ The STALLION Runs Free and Wild
Monday ~ Francesca blogs ~ Dolphin Mates and Beach Clues... great little dolphin shifter story.
Saturday ~ Paris blogs ~ Release date and fab excerpt from the ASSASSIN’S KISS.
Friday ~ Serena blogs ~ How Do I Get There...
Wednesday ~ Crystal blogs ~ Writer, Love Thyself~~~
For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ Queen of Hearts to Five Card Stud by Liza Curtis Black ~ RomanticSynonymous ~~~~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~~~~
No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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HATE!!! > DTV> it’s a ripoff.~~~
Have a Wonderful and Wild Autumn...
May your most romantic dreams come true...On the trail smooch from the Kougar...
Oh Kittens all, who adore historical lust and love, especially in the time of ancient Rome, this is the ebook for you! No one does it better than Lindsay Townsend.
The Kougar has read the two excerpts featured at Siren-BookStrand... let’s simply meow and yowl a big X-cited yum of approval ~ http://bookstrand.com/product-silkandsteel-15448-192.html ~
Blurb ~
Decimus buys beautiful, red-headed Corinna from Silvinus Cato, a nominal Christian and her cold Roman master. Corinna, also a Christian, is terrified to be sold to a hired killer but finds Decimus to be an honorable, caring man - and overwhelmingly sexy.
Their lovemaking introduces her to passion she has never known before, and love-spanking that she finds deeply erotic. Happy for the first time in her life, she is horrified when her former master, Silvinus Cato, comes to Decimus' house with devastating information. Decimus, whom she is beginning to care for deeply, has killed Joseph, the holy man who converted her to Christianity. Silvinus Cato says she must be like Judith in the Bible and kill Decimus in his sleep. Corinna is appalled and suspicious. Why does Silvinus Cato want Decimus dead? And what should she do?
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Yes, my loveliest KitKats, the Kougar has become delightfully spoiled by the sunsets on her tame prairie. They seem like gifts from the Divine. The luminous wash of colors from her panorama view range from sheer tints to flaming neon. In a world of craziness and ever-increasing insanity, the Kougar’s very being is indeed, grateful.
She is also grateful for the small bounty of her tiny garden. Tomatoes, monster cucumbers, finally some green peppers, jalapeno peppers and her adorable baby pumpkins, which have taken over part of the fence.
Maybe next year moi will be able to improve her set up and grow even more fresh veggies and fruits... purring maybe.~~~~~~
Omy, omy, the Kougar is listening to ‘VAMPIRE CHICKEN’ a song by an actor in The Green Mile, Doug Hutchinson, who has created an internet vampire series ~ Vampire Killers ~~~~~~~
Two Colorado earthquakes recently in the Pike’s Peak area that didn’t appear to make the national news... one was over magnitude three and the other over magnitude four... hmmmm...~~~~~~
Just for the cowboy lovin’ big cats ~ a sneaky peekie THE LAST WRITTEN PARAGRAPHS-snippet from BRANDED BY THE TEXANS...“Hey, beautiful, there’s a message arriving.”
She nodded, her cheek brushing his shoulder. Straightening away from his chest, Kylie felt him lift her before him. “Bathroom,” she murmured, spinning around.
He caught her waist, so fast it stunned her briefly. There was no way to fight his Titan-muscled arm, either. “What?” she demanded.
“Not too long, darlin’, or I’m coming in after you. I like you sittin’ on my lap.”
Defiance flared hotly inside her. “It takes as long as it takes.”
Drawing her backwards, he nuzzled behind her ear, near her lobe. Sensually, he stroked his nose along upwards and Kylie shivered inside, adoring what he did to her. “Not too long,” he rasped. Lazily he nibbled down the side of her neck, then slowly removed his arm.
“Now that’s persuasion,” she muttered, moving away from him.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues....Part 237 ~Sylva glanced around avidly as Zeke followed the owner toward the display window. “A girl in a candy shop,” she answered Zeke’s inquiring gaze, smiling. Despite the looming situation with Ranson, Sylva figured she may as well enjoy while she could. Besides, a part of her just wanted to live a little. Okay, a lot. She’d always had a yen to live life to the fullest. She’d even given it her best shot. Yet, somehow she’d always fallen short, no matter how many times she’d picked herself up, dusted herself off. Yep, life on her Earth was out of kilter.
Zeke eyed the frothy pink frock that looked as if a breeze could carry it away. His Sylva would look divine wearing it. Subtly, he nodded to Bethanne and she placed it on a separate hook. “I believe this is the white lacy one that caught your fancy, Mr. Vintorr.” With a proud smile Bethanne held up the gossamer floating frock. “This is one of Victoria’s designs. I believe it would fit your wife perfectly, if I’m any judge.” Zeke grinned to himself at Bethanne’s pretend modesty. She had the best eye he knew for what fit a woman’s figure.
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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 ~ 236 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~~~~~~~
HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
IT’S HERE!!! ~ *The ROOM theme*
Friday ~ Bekki blogs ~ Room Within a Room ~ the intimacy of falling in love...
Thursday ~ Jane blogs ~ Room to Breathe, Room to Grow ~ this is a gorgeous trip to Umbria, Italy.
Tuesday ~ Chelle blogs ~ THE ROOM ADDITION ~ how that makes a hero.
Monday ~ Bekki blogs ~ BACKYARDS as a room.
Sunday ~ Linday blogs ~ KITCHENS ~
Saturday ~ Lindsay blogs ~ The Bath-House ~ time travel back to ye olde bathhouses.~~~
THE PINK BLOG ~ THE HEROINE’S HAVE ARRIVED !!! ~
Friday ~ Linda Swift ~ Her blonde strong heroine.
Thursday ~ Jane blogs ~ A Girl’s Best Friend ~ you must read the Pixie scene!
Wednesday ~ Keena Kincaid blogs ~ From secondary character to not-so-spunky heroine ~read her beautiful medieval excerpts.
Tuesday ~ Lindsay’s Heroines
Moi’s comment mew-sings ~
Lindsay, everyone has beautifully expressed what's true about your heroines and your skillful brilliant writing.
One reason I find your heroines so appealing is because they represent their times in the sense that they overcome and live, not merely exist. And they are tough, physically and mentally, or they learn to be.
Thanks for sharing Ahhotpe. She's a wonderful anti-heroine! And she's so Egyptian. You must have lived during that time.
As women why shouldn't we write what we know... ourselves.
I have to agree with Linda. It's really tiresome when the focus of a story or a movie is solely on the man or men... which occurs all too often, imho.
Oh, big deal, who cares about fiction that constantly makes the male sex the center of the universe. Why isn't woman and man, as portrayed together, the center of their universe?
Monday ~ Chelle’s Strong Women and Helen Reddy sings.~~~
SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Friday ~ Serena blogs about the joy of school supplies and more time to write.
Thursday ~ Guest blogger ~ Pat Cunningham ~ STUPID THINGS TO THINK ABOUT
Wednesday ~ Guest Blogger ~ Mel Tescho ~ meet her gargoyle hero.
Tuesday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ 2013 Celebration... He grabs my waist.
Monday ~ Francesca blogs ~ Our State Fair...~~~
For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ RomanticSynonmous ~
Still stunned at the deep,. sexy voice and the words it spoke, Kallyn was even more shaken as the ground rumbled from the force of mighty hoofbeats, and the sky buzzed with a fleet of helicopters.~~~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~~~~
No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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HATE!!! > DTV> it’s a ripoff.~~~
Have a Happy Summer...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Tomato smooches from the Kougar...
Good late evening, my lovely Big Cats, the Kougar is forced to wonder why her tires don’t like her. Yes, they are expected to travel on gravel roads, although, not that often. Yes, they roll through the mud... well, because the roads are muddy with Spring rains. But yowling-heck, moi doesn’t kick them or claw them, or even gnaw on them for sport. Yet... they keep flattening themselves. The Kougaress has never had this much problem with tires as she’s had this last year. Why... purrrrr-rumble, she’s never even cursed her tires.
Then, when she bothers to have a little inflater, the one that is powered by the cigarette lighter... well, damn and roar, the stupid latch-on thing doesn’t work and just lets the air out of the tires... plus, the hand pump doesn’t work for the same reason... so, the eventual solution... spending three hundred dollars for free delivery of a small air compressor, tire inflation stuff *which she had, but not enough of*... and a stock up on other supplies, thankfully, needed... and happy-yep, small compressor worked!!!
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On the Eve... Chrontropolis begins... yes, the Kougar is paw-dancing excited about the release of HER INSATIABLE DARK HEROES - ~ from Siren’s Menage Amour line.
Here, for the Big Cats, is a Sexcerpt. The Harbinger-altered supermen of Chrontropolis have become more primitive and *insatiable* in their sexual needs and desires, especially when they bond with their one woman, who generally undergoes her own sexual change to super-charged.
Sexcerpt ~
“Do what you want.” Zotorro slid his hands beneath her, seizing the globes of her creamy voluptuous ass like a primitive. “I know what I want. Her butt filling my hands while I stroke inside her tight little hole.”
Zavier trained his gaze on Zotorro, as did Zent and Zion. A split second later, he asked what the three of them wanted to know. “You were with her?”
“You f—” Zion compressed his lips, looked down at her, then spoke. “All the way?”
Zotorro regarded them for the barest instant. “Once.” Blinking, he stared down at her kwim, his whole body tightening as hard as his cock. “Not like this.” He struck inside her swiftly, then paused, seemingly savoring the moment as if bliss itself wrapped around his rod. His entire face was a picture of rapture. “God, I want her. I’ve always wanted her. Wendra, I want you.”
He plunged again, deep, then halted. His hands worked the beautiful flesh of her ass, molding and squeezing possessively. “Next time I’m tonguing your clit, baby.”
Deliberate and with no compromise, he speared his cock in and out of her, his rhythm fast. His jade eyes burned like live coals and remained on her face. She had thrown her head back as far as she could, her expression one of abandoned pleasure. Zent and Zion fondled the swells of her breasts, idly pinching her nipples. They roved caresses along her sides, reveling in her shape.
Manacling her wrists in one hand, Zavier captured her hair, twisting the heavy silkiness around his fist. Kneeling, he pulled downward just enough to keep her trapped the way that would give her more pleasure and make her utterly theirs at the same time. She moaned, a fragile sound of feminine helplessness, a surrender to her need for them, for what they could do to her and make her feel. At her core that’s what she wanted. Though, he knew there was still a part of her that wanted to fight for her independence. Her ecstasy kept her a willing hostage.
Zavier devoured her lips with his gaze. They were ripe like juicy strawberries, their shape both sexy and adorable. Her mouth was a luxury he wanted use of, often—beneath his lips and on his body.
“That’s it. Do her.” Zent’s growl was crude, carnal. He scraped his nail up her teat.
Zavier merged his awareness with Wendy enough to gauge how she reacted to Zent. Bursts of new arousal coiled through her overriding her shock.
“Give it her.” Zion followed with his own growl, caught up in the heathen rut Zotorro performed, his cock owning her kwim. Bending to her bright red nipple, Zion lightly bit down several times.
She cried out, her eyelids winging open fast. “Yes. Oh God, yes, more.”
“That’s it, Wendra princess,” Zotorro roughly sang to her. “How hard do you want it? Harder?”
“Harder.” She was barely able to speak beyond her raging ecstasy.
“Give it to her harder. Make her tits dance for us.” Zent tweaked her tall rigid nipple, then sank his nails in. He pulled her teat straight up and tweaked hard, alternating over and over again, as Zotorro increased the pace of his long wicked thrusts.
“Shake her for us,” Zion darkly encouraged. Raising his head up, he clamped her nipple between his fingers and twisted.
“Harder, Wendy, I’m going to give it to you harder.”
“Please.” She panted.
“Yes, baby.”
She screamed softly and continued with each pounding lunge of Zotorro’s cock. Her gorgeous body jiggled and shook with each thrust, an erotic enticement that had them all groaning low in their throats.
And had them all planning on what they were going to do to her next. Zavier knew, witnessing it on their stone-carved faces, and in the fierce, hot way they handled her body. Hell to the Almighty, he knew what he wanted to do.
And he knew what he wanted to make her do. Once he took care of her and made certain she was okay.
“Just a little harder, Wendy,” Zotorro harshly rasped. “And you’ll be flying in flame around my rod.” His body gleamed with sweat, his muscles defined as splendidly as any ancient god’s in their exertion.
“You never thought you’d want it this hard, did you?”
She gurgled a scream of bliss. The flushing stain of her climax traveled up from her mound.
“Did you?” Zotorro demanded. He sank his cock inside her, a final ruthless thrust. His orgasm glowed over his physique, and glowed his eyes to white fire. Then he nearly collapsed, his pleasure so overwhelming he nearly lost consciousness.
Springing up, Zion and Zent grabbed his arms, supporting him.
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HAVE A HAPPY MAY DAY!
~ DANCE AROUND THE POLES OF THE DARK BROTHERS ~
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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 124 ~
Sylva basked in the dance of their tongues together. Feeling like a seductress, she moaned and increased the sensual tempo until he groaned, a desperate sound a man made when he wanted his cock inside a woman. Lessening the play of their lips and tongues, Sylva flowed her palms down her cowboy’s taut gloriously-hard torso. She cupped the large strong point of his manhood briefly. Gentling her mouth from his, she whispered, “Is that bronco ready to buck inside me?” She let the weight of her hand drift down the brute length of his straining cock. He sharply yelled a groan.
Zeke clenched his eyes in pure heaven and pure hell, his need for her excruciating. “Ready,” he growled through gritted teeth. Unerringly, he opened his pants so his engorged shaft would ease toward her. “Yes,” he heard her murmur, mere impassioned breath. Slowly, lightly, she stroked her palm up his cock, then molded him with her hand. “Mmmmm...” she hummed. “One little taste first.” Her lips feather-touched the top of his cock’s head, and settled softly. Zeke mentally turned himself into a statue to keep himself from ramming inside her. Dang, he was a luck y son of a gun.
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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 ~ 123 ~ 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 ~
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogged about serial flashing and added to more installments to her Flash ~ The Heart’s Misunderstanding ~
Monday ~ Jude offered a fabulous passage from latest release, THE LOOK, and a wonderful word tour of South Africa.
Saturday ~ Linda talks about how a telescope and stargazing influenced her novel.
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ RomanticSynonmous ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~
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A personal thought from the Kougar... moi remembers back in 1976 when the so-called swine flu raised its ugly head... she graduated college that year... the flu vaccine, instead of saving people, killed a lot of people who took the shots... NOT this Big Cat Girl who hates needles and has never had a flu shot in her entire life... and now there is some evidence to suggest that particular vaccine killed people years later... please, be careful, my darling Kittens...
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No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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Happy Aquarian Age
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Chrontropolis kisses from the Kougar...
Yep and yowl, my fierce and lovely KitKats, the big release day for STALLION OF ASH AND FLAME is here. The Kougar is kicking up her paw-heels.
