Vampire Viagra...does it exist?

Purring-yum. Mr. Adrian Paul can be my vampire anytime...

Tornadic unceasing whirl of promo-ing for the Kougar today on several Yahoo loops, my Big Beautiful Cats...omygoodness-meow!

Today, on Title Magic was the first American Title V finalist interview with Edie Ramer. Voting begins online soon at Romantic Times. And for the rest of the week, there will be four more ATV finalist interviews. Plus, four more next week. Ultra cool, welcoming and learning about these aspiring authors, and authors which have already been e-pubbed, but qualified for Dorchester, as not published.

Tomorrow ~ moi's serial flash ~ BLOCKING MY SUN ~ continues...

Cruelty... Flash of the Caribbean Vampire

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."
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-ONE
"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."
TWENTY-TWO
Shocked, no, shocked was not the word. My blood iced. Another ice age? The next instant my blood flamed. Global warming? There was no one word. I’m shocked in the extreme...but, my pique won out, stronger, fiercer, faster...
"Which one would you prefer me to suck on first, Mr. Vorragozi? Your abnormally large dick? Or, should I suck up the rest of the Mango Sangria? How about if I just suck your blood?"
"Dhalyon." His voice rasped. I suppose because he was actually ‘turned on’ by my offer.
"Dhalyon," I repeated, not understanding him.
"My first name is Dhalyon."
TWENTY-THREE
I scowl and consider if I should bite his dick. Viciously.
"I wish you to know my first name before you ‘suck’ on any part of my very willing anatomy, Sapphira."
"How very gentlemanly of you," I snarl. "But you haven’t chosen what you want me to suck on first. I gave you three choices." I emphasize ‘suck’ loudly. And almost feel as though I could stare the Vampire down. Almost. Instead the four beauties openly stare at us. I smile at them. Then give a little wave.
"Cruelty." His growl was suave. "That I have not possessed your spirit."
TWENTY-FOUR
"Cruelty?" I ask, stunned in no small measure by fate’s circular pattern.
"That I have not possessed your spirit in my bed. In my life."
Something twists inside my middle, large as an anaconda. I want an explanation, so fierce I can taste it. Yet...from him. The Vampire.
"Which one?" I utter. And, I have no idea why, except my mind has been left behind in this latest beyond-weird development.
"I had hoped to make this easier on you, my special one."
"By what? Drugging me with Mango Sangria?" I stab the blade of my voice into him. Sarcastically.
TWENTY-FIVE
Again, my heart thumps like bongo drums. "Okay, not the Mango. Or the Sangria. But whatever drugging ‘substances’ you used."
Why I feel compelled to correct anything, I don’t have a brain cell left with any clue. Maybe, I merely fill the silence. A vortex of silence. Suddenly.
"I could disappear with you," he says so softly I’m not certain I actually hear him. Except, inside, I know.
I blink. I sweat. I blurt. "Like a bat? A bat out of hell."
"No. Like smoke. Poof."
"Oh."
"Poof," he darkly whispers. "We would appear wherever I choose to take you."
October 27, 2008
TWENTY-SIX
Okay, my insides have never felt so gooey-spooked. My eyes blink as if they’ve just snapped toothpicks in two. And I swallow, way past *I’m seeing-a-ghost fright*. The closest I recall is Rosemary’s Baby. Now, that was creepsville scary. Yep, and I’ve never gotten over that movie, either. Hell, I don’t like Halloween Haunted houses. Or slasher movies. Or...hell’s bells, as a kid, I didn’t watch the Twilight Zone after one episode, my nightmares were so gargoyle-flying hideous.
"Wouldn’t that look suspicious?" I give another wave to the four beauties, their interest still captured, as much as I’m still captured.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Oddly, I feel him vibrate with laughter. At odds with his statue-like phallus. Yeah, keep the Vamp amused. Maybe, he won’t poof me ‘somewhere’.
"Vampire Viagra?" I ask, staring pointedly at his well-defined, mushroom-shaped point. Damn, what a mouthful...if? If I ever had sucked his dick like he said...had I?
He shakes with more laughter. Until, his finger claims the flesh beneath my chin. I’m surprised by the heat, not by the length of his lone finger. He compels, more than lifts my face. His eyes, dark as midnight, flash like summer lightning.
"You were always my inspiration."

TO BE CONTINUED...

P.S. My Big Cool Cats...the 27th flash written of the 27th day of October...purr...Halloween synchronicity?

Twenty-seven smooches from the Kougar...

The Kougar's Interview with Crystal

An impressive sight, my Beautiful Kittikins, the newly cut pasture with all the elephant bales waiting to be taken and stored. This year there were twice as many bales due to all the wonderful rains storming and sprinkling on the tame prairie. Even this morning the sky was a gray pearlescent and a small shower graced the land for awhile.

Is this big Kougar cat ever grateful, since the forecast was sunny and aiming for the 100 degree mark. Meow a big thanks to Bast and the weather goddess, and the Divine.

Guess yowling what, Big Lovely Kitties, moi's author interview with Crystal has just been posted today. Crystal has done a beautiful presentation, and the Kougaress is so beyond pleased.
Link ~ http://interviewswithauthors.blogspot.com/2008/07/interview-with-savanna-kougar.html ~

It's been a hopping mad and happy day on the Just Another Paranormal Monday Yahoo loop. Lots 'o great excerpts and info and lively chat on several topics, not all of them of the spooky variety.

Tomorrow, it looks like yours truly kitty will be paw-penning for Title Magic since no one else signed up for the date. Of course, i's a perfect opportunity to announce the release date of WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ bookstrand.com ~ http://www.bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar/wagaf.asp ~

Also a big roaring congratulations to Terry Odell!

This week's 5 Heart Sweetheart at The Romance Studio...
"Odell’s characters feel very real. Both leads are sensible and extremely likable. The supporting cast is great as well, especially Randy’s partner Kovak. Randy tells Sarah that criminals are caught because they are “stupid,” but these bad guys are somewhat unusual in both their crimes and their methods."
"The author’s take on police work is both fascinating and entertaining. I loved the “brainstorming” session. There is not a lot of lust here, but it is a great romantic relationship and a satisfying, complex mystery." - Lynn Bushey

Yes, the Kougar was perusing for promo ideas since moi signed up for the one year package advert deal, and found Terry's exciting review.

Happily, while the Kougar was claw-penning away on the Special Secret Project, she took time out to storm her creative brain, brew up her enchantingly, yet potent ads for The Romance Studio, then e-sent them post haste, and is now anticipating the eye candy results.

Today on Title Magic ~ titlemagicblogspot.com ~ Mai posts an insightful and guaranteed to be helpful blog about networking in the author book biz. Stroll on over and learn. Moi's mew-sings below.

Great insights, Mai. And congrats for going beyond your comfort zones. I spent a bunch o' years accomplishing that myself, in a different life arena. So I know, it certainly ain't all that easy, for the most part.
You're absolutely right about being genuine. I think that's why a lot of people will talk to me, and won't really talk to others. Simply because I care and I'm really interested.

Roar and a big smooch from the Kougar...

Pouncing has become Painful...I'll wear sable, some day...

Big Gorgeous Cats, pouncing on the much needed groceries has become painful out there. A big maowing OUCH! The obvious example: the Kougar's brand of ice cream containing real cream, of course ~ Breyer ~ has down-sized their carton while keeping a high price. *Pout, pout* and a wicked slashing of moi's tail. Not to mention fuel cost, an insanity of compliance among us all with those hidden elite who prey upon us.

Truth to meow, beloved kitties all, it's no fun out there in moi's little shoplandia anymore. Not that most of the humans aren't kind and still friendly, but a dark depressed mood overlays everything, a pall of shock and confusion. Of rising anger. Indeed, the Kougaress is in full roaring sympathy, given her own circumstance. And often fondly recalls a statement attributed to Marie Antoinette, although it could be argued the fair queen never uttered such words -- let them eat cake.

Rrraorrrr...onto more fantasy fun topics. As the Kougar was penning her sexy naughty halloween novella, Black Cat Beauty, last Sunday eve during Coast-to-Coastam...and just as she claw-tapped in her heroine's name, Sable...moi heard 'sable' in the bumper music song by The Animals, It's My Life...lyrics ensue ~

It's a hard world, to get a break in -
All the good things have been taken
But girl there are ways to make certain things pay,
Though I'm dressed in these rags
I'll wear sable, some day

***

Takin' all I can get, no regrets
When I ... openly lie
And live on their money, believe me honey, that money -

Do..do..do...strange synchronicity, anyone?

And for another fantasy, the tangerine fantastical cover art for Tangerine Carnal Dreams ~ Aspen Mountain Press ~ arrived for a lookey see. Moi adores the concept, one of stallion shifter high strangeness...later the official unveiling will occur...for now, the Kougar is signing off and entering the writing cave...

On Title Magic today Anitra has posted an adorable pic of her pooch, and talks about using those bad time in our life to enrich our characters and our writing, as well as the release that writing can bring. Moi's mew-sings below.

Anitra, cute doggie picture! I always use my experiences, good, bad, ugly or beautiful. This is especially true in When a Good Angel Falls, which is exactly the theme your speaking about, Lexie.I never fit in either. And, yep, my heroines and heroes get to win in the end.Of course, it is therapeutic -- however, I also find it totally frustrating at times, since it doesn't happen in the real world.

Sable some day kisses from the Kougar...

Salute to Freedom

Blessed Memorial day to all my Big Cats. The Kougar is eternally grateful to All who have served our right as Spiritual Beings to be free. The Kougar honors their individual sacrifice. Freedom is the nature of her heart and she is forever grateful for every warrior and peacemaker, who serves our right to live free and to think free. To live and have our every breath in freedom. To live, move and have our Being in freedom forever.
For, freedom is sacred. True freedom is always sacred. And originates from the Divine, a fiery force in our angelic natures not to be denied.
On this day, please, my Beautiful Big Cats, remember those, our founding fathers and mothers, who by their very dreams, their enduring visions and their terrible sacrifices, brought the opportunity to live free forth for all of us. We have the Constitution. We have our Bill of Rights.
We, as spiritual beings in this world, deserve freedom. More than deserve freedom, it is our right as daughters and sons of the Divine.

Take a lithe hop over to Title Magic today, my Lovely Big Kitties. Lexie talks about managing time ~ and just how do you get all your writing done while living that busy, busy life. Mew-sings below.
Lexie, my only basic goal is get done whatever I can get done -- between all the other stuff, life interruptions (always ongoing), crisis, etc.Folders? did someone say folders? I have plastic trunks full of folders, partially written, ideas out the wazoo, all my beloved characters. I have floppies also, and now CD's full of mss in every stage.Currently, I need to focus on completing the edits for Tangerine Carnal Dreams. Then the edits for When a Good Angel Falls. I need to complete Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil. And I'm squeezing in attempting to finish Don't Bite the Fortune Teller, so I can submit it to Liquid Silver's Halloween Anthology. Which, BTW, is open to submissions, due in by June 30.I'm not complaining about what success I have achieved. Nor am I complaining about the hard work of it. I am complaining about not having enough time to get everything done!!!You are so right!!! Evonne!Life is hard.Lexie, I hope you find the time and energy you need to keep on writing and submitting. But, you know what, family first. Really.

Salute to freedom from the Kougar...may she wave forever...

Tangerine Dreams and Marmalade Kisses

Hi, my Big Beautiful Cats, it's spin a cat by the tail day. Once again. Promo demands and opportunities out the ole' kitty wazoo. Meow-Yowl! Which ones work the best? Then, Roar and some time to snore! What about all the missed opportunities? Saturday is Siren Publishing chat day at Two Lips ~ twolipsrevies.com ~ And tomorrow! Ariana Dupre', Cerridwen Author, will be the Kougar's guest blogger on Title Magic.

Kitty time out! For a dandelion-sniffing moment. Although most of moi's yellow bright dandelions have become ephemeral white globes waving in the breezes and among the giant mounds of green grass, which will not know the discipline of a mower for quite some time. A feline smug smile of celebration. Mother Nature wins!

Tangerine Dreams? Whoopee! Great-purring actually, that's Tangerine Carnal Dreams, moi's sci fi stallion shifter novella contracted by Aspen Mountain Press. Tail-twitching happily, the Kougar's editor has been in contact. And! If all goes editing-well, there could be a July release date...*hope, hope*. Rolling-enthusiastically yay. Forget the celebratory caviar, where is the Kougar's champagne and marmalade kisses?

And the Kougar's wolfie shifter novella has been submitted, awaiting approval or non-approval. Prayers to Bast and the Great Wolfen Goddess.

And....shhhhh...big kitties, this is on the downlow until the names have been sorted out -- but Siren-BookStrand has just begun a blog for authors, which is wonderfully cool and where hep-hip-hop romance cats can learn all sorts of juicy meaty tidbits. Psssst...the Kougaress has already posted twice. An Author Intro and a Paranormal entry.

For a sumptuous taste of magic and mist and stone circles, swiftly race on over to Title Magic, where Evonne has brought us a most fabulous peek at the stone circles on her part of the planet, Wales and Great Britain. Mew-sings below:

What a fantastic blog, Evonne. I so wish I could visit those stone circles and those areas of Europe. They feel so compelling to me.
You should use your ending paragraph of the blog for your Stone Circle story. It's beautifully descriptive, IMHO.
Have you considered on one of your visits to the stone circles, doing a bit of daydreaming. I think your story would emerge from the mists.

Sticky marmalade kisses from the Kougar...

Red Lioness Winner

We have a winner! Debbie Braaten has won moi's spicy sci fi novella, Red Lioness Tamed from Liquid Silver Books, in The Romance Studio's daily give-away contest. Purrs and Happy reading, Debbie!

In meow-truth, my Beautiful Big Cats, Debbie is the very first winner for one of the Kougar's e-novels. Remember ~ way back when, or a couple of moons ago ~ if you comment in 100 words or less on the Kougaress's blog with your character idea ~ and if the Kougar favors it enough, she will reward you with a PDF copy of either Red Lioness Tamed or All Shades of Blue Paradise ~ and if your character makes it into one of her future novels ~ yowl! We have another winner! You will be granted a free PDF copy of that novel. Not a claw-quick or easy contest. Growling-obvious, but fun for the Kougar, and an opportunity to cat-stretch your imagination.

On another prowling tangent, now that Helen Scott Taylor, winner of American Title IV, has revealed her cover art for The Magic Knot ~ moi is in love with the font and Celtic knot design especially ~ the pic is on Title Magic ~ titlemagic.blogspot.com ~ the Kougar will show off her new cover art for When A Good Angel Falls, coming from Siren-BookStrand. Roar-yes, December 21, 2012 is finally revealed, even if it's disguised as fiction ~ hehehe...

Today on Title Magic Evonne's guest blogger is Sarah Mallory, romance historical author extraordinaire. Take a leisurely stroll over and enjoy. Moi mew-sings below.

Sarah, how utterly fascinating. I always love to know how authors create and why. The whole matter of the weather and how that is worked into your novel as another character, wonderful!
BTW your cover art has a sensual sweet loveliness to it that I just adore.
Boy, do I know what you mean. I just submitted a novella to one of my e-publishers. But I have no clue if it's what they're looking for. Nerve-wracking time.
Thanks for being with us today. Like Evonne mentioned what a lovely contrast between you and yesterday's guest author. Being very eclectic in nature, I appreciate both of you, and the different types of stories/genres you write in.

Purring back to contests and being a winner. Yes, it's absolutely true! Dorchester has changed it's mind and will now sponser American Title V in the Romantic Times Magazine. Here is the official blurbage:

Due to popular demand, the American Title competition is returning for one last round. Dorchester Publishing has agreed to co-sponsor the contest, which pits unpublished writers against each other in five rounds of competition. RT readers vote online for their favorites each round, and the last contestant standing wins the ultimate prize: Their book will be published by Dorchester!
To enter, send the first three chapters (no more than 50 pages), a two- to seven-page synopsis and a cover letter (aka query letter) to: American Title Contest, Dorchester Publishing, 200 Madison Ave., Suite 2000, New York, NY 10016. ALL ENTRIES MUST BE RECEIVED BY JUNE 15, 2008.
For American Title V, we’re opening up the categories to include: historical, paranormal, romantic suspense, urban fantasy, etc. Sorry, no young adult, women’s fiction or straight contemporary manuscripts this time around.
Manuscripts must be completed prior to entering, and they should run 80,000 to 90,000 words. Finalists must agree to participate in each of the five competition rounds -- first line; hero and heroine; story summary; dialogue scene; romantic scene --and must submit copy for all five categories by Aug. 15, 2008. The entries are published in RT, and readers vote online for their favorite. With each round, the two contestants with the lowest amount of votes are eliminated.
Get your novel ready and you could be the next American Title champion!

A smooch to Debbie from the Kougar....

Gambling Casinos & the Lucky Vampires

Hey, Big Cats, a mucho busy, tail-twitching fast day. So, meow firstly, our Title Magician Trish, who has contracted two YA stories and two more novels for Harlequin American. For details please visit her website ~ trishmilburn.com ~ and, Trish, great big roars of congratulation from the Kougar. Also, for loads of celebratory fun and wonderful reading prizes take a quick stroll over to Trish's Bandita friends at ~ romancebandits.blogspot.com ~

Lovely Kitties, purr-enjoy Trish's Title Magic blog yesterday on her year of accomplishments and the neurosis life of an author. Mew-sings below.

Oh Trish! I'm so glad you blogged about your past year and your successes. Congratulations. And I so know what you mean. There's that glorious high moment of being contracted. Then the neurosis just transforms like a were beastie. Not complaining! Just saying like Trish, get used to it. That's the way it works.Share your covers and blurbs when you can!

Gambling Casinos & the Lucky Vampires ~

Today! Big Lovely Cats, Destiny Blaine is the guest blogger at Title Magic. For the entire scoop on gambling casinos and lucky vampires transform into your bat-winged form and soar on over.

THE KOUGAR'S INTRO: A mighty big welcome to my fellow Siren and Bookstrand author, Destiny Blaine. This little lady is so high energy I just cain't keep up with her.
Seriously, Destiny is an impressive multi-published author and has an absolutely amazing hand with promo. Her Yahoo group, Just Another Paranoromal Monday is fun, and a great opportunity for readers to find the books they want, and a great way for authors to show off their books with blurbs and excerpts, and, of course, the chance to answer any questions. While my loop cyber-social skills aren't too impressive, hey, I'm learning and having a good time. And getting a chance to, maybe, find readers interested in my e-novels.
If we're all really nice to Destiny, she may even offer us a gambling tip or two. Personally, I'm absolutely intrigued with her casino knowledge and background as a gambler. Not to mention the rest of her colorful life. Wow! Thanks for being with us today, Destiny.

I want to first thank Title Magic and Savanna Kougar for allowing me to join in and blog here today. I’m glad to have the opportunity to spend the first day of May with all of you! Savanna and I are fellow authors at Siren Publishing and we’ll both be published by BookStrand too!
I’m really excited to blog with you today because I have some phenomenal news to share. Winning Virgin Blood just released from Siren Publishing on April 28th (http://www.sirenpublishing.com/destinyblaine/). Winning Virgin Blood, for those of you out there who like paranormal, actually motivated and initially inspired the concept of a new paranormal loop author Ann Cory and I just started. Just Another Paranormal Monday operates as a Monday-only chat loop for readers, writers, and pretty much anyone who loves paranormal.

FOR THE REST DESTINY'S BLOG ~ titlemagic.blogspot.com

The Kougaress's claw comments so far:

Hi Destiny, so you don't think I've bailed out on you. I won't get to the bunkhouse and my bed until six or later this morning, which means my little eyes will be closed in sleep when you arrive.Just wanted to welcome you again! And a big thanks for being our guest today.
Hi Jami, Audrey, lovely to have you in my neck of the blogging woods.Anitra, so glad you came by. Hey, forties are powerful!
Mel, thanks for stopping by. Our Title Magic super librarian knows of what she speaks when she say 'fresh take'.

Emma, so pleased to have you here. A wave, then a bow of respect to the 'erotic romance' author.
char, hi! glad you made it over.
Renee! luv that you came by! Renee, has a lovely informative newsletter out now. Okay, All Shades of Blue Paradise is featured. But I'm not that biased that I don't know a good thing when I see it. reneeknowles.com to check it out.
Ash, yay! My fave comedic hot author! Thanks! Hey, I may need a some gambling atmosphere from Destiny. Hopefully, I'll have something to trade that she needs.
Destiny, wow! Throwing-the-dice wow!

P.S. Moi has not forgotten her Red Lioness winner. Yowl-tomorrow!

Gambling lucky kisses from the Kougar...

Kitty's Cable is Cut

Extra! Extra! Read and meow all about it. The Kougar's Cable is Cut!
Yep, yesterday as moi was about to send off a paw-penned e-mail -- click! and nothing. Dead. Dead everything. No dial tone! Nothing.
After lot's of yowling! That's a whole lotta yowling! And hunting for any problem within the Kougar's lair...and no cell phone...and living blessedly away from civilization...well, suffice-it-to-growl, the Kougar discovered the cable to her phone service had been cut, but was being repaired. So sorry for the inconvenience.
Ah...so tomorrow is tuna catch-up day...unless...
However, Big Cats, take a romp over to Title Magic. Today Mel did a wonderful blog on the male perspective and female perspective in your critique partner. Mews below.
Mel, you are one lucky girl...er...woman! Wish I did have a good crit partner. But I'm on my lonesome. I'd luv the viewpoint of both a another woman and a man because sometimes it is difficult to get the right balances sorted out.
Sorry I didn't comment earlier. My phone line cable got cut, so I've been incognito and not very happy about it.
And yesterday at Title Magic Mai contributed with great blog on the name game, our characters and author pen names. Purrs below.
The name game, it is fascinating. I'm very, very particular about what I name my heroine and hero. And nearly as exacting for the other characters, especially the bad guys.Great post, Mai. And your name is perfect as an author name. It does have that magic ring to it.
Big relief smooch from the Kougar...

Flash! International Party

Flash! Big Kitties, it's an international party at Liquid Silver blog today. For any Big Cat who yowls and meows in Spanish, this is definitely the sizzle-erotic blog party for you. And Roscoe James, Liquid Silver author, is the perfect party-more-than-hearty host. Take a languid trot on over, and purring-wild enjoy.

Below is moi's flashing yowl from her WIP ~ The Golden Tigress Dances

She was golden tigress. Curvaceously beautiful, yet all powerful sleekness. Her mane of hair was rinsed by gold, yet bold red in color, reaching to her hips. And swinging like a heavy curtain of silk whenever she danced, or moved seductively. I knew she hadn’t been in cat form recently. She reeked. Beautifully. With many needs. I steepled my palms together, forced my breathing to less rapid. I used my thighs to squeeze my aching balls, to keep my towered cock from firing too soon. For her. I’d been carnal blistering for her, for several turns of the moon now.

And roaring-tomorrow...tomorrow...tomorrow...the Kougar's blog. The Red Lioness and Mars, will be featured on Star-Crossed Romance ~ star-crossedromance.blogspot.com ~

Stroll on by, my Beautiful Big Cats, for a fun romp among and with all the galactic star authors at Star-Crossed Romance. The Kougar has enjoyed her many visits to this spacey realm already.

And omypurringgoodness! Lovely Big Kitties, you must take a long peek at Evonne's blog on Title Magic today. Evonne does a fabulous job of reporting on the Romantic Times Convention. Please, do kitty-rolling enjoy.

Golden tigress kisses from the Kougar...

All Hail the ATIV Queen

Today, Big Cats, belongs to Helen Scott Taylor, winner of the American Title IV contest with her entry, The Magic Knot.
For the fabulous cover art and some wonderful pics straight from the Romantic Times Convention ~ including Helen's daughter with Fabio ~ use those long kitty legs and run on over to Title Magic ~ titlemagic.blogspot.com ~
Moi's mews below.
Helen, fabulous!!! So glad I checked Title Magic today. Thanks for the pics of you and everyone. More than exciting. And, hey, it's not every girl who gets their picture taken with Fabio. LOL, I'm beginning to appreciate the vicarious thrill of it all. Helen, congratulations again! And like Anitra said, please share the process and your journey with us, as you can.
Kiss to the American Title IV Queen, Helen, from the Kougar...

Art of the Red Lioness

Yes, dear Kitties all, my purty lioness girl is being judged as the Kougar blogs. The cover art for Red Lioness Tamed, Liquid Silver Books, created by artist David Burton (davidburtonart.net) is currently awaiting the press your paw and claw. Your vote at The Author's Lounge ~ http://www.talauthors.com/TAL/BestCoverArt.htm & at The New Covey Cover Awards ~ http://thenewcoveycoverawards.blogspot.com/

Purring-truthfully, the Kougaress requests you choose your fave cover art. Being more than fang-fiercely enchanted with her own cover...yowl-well, moi is happily, Spring sun-bathing biased.

And Blues News, Big Beautiful Cats, the Kougar received her review for All Shades of Blue Paradise, Siren Publishing, from the Coffee Time Romance. Indeed, a tail-swiping case of the good along with the sorta bad. The review and more meow rumblings tomorrow.

And! Nope! No Harlequin e-novella fame for the Kougar. Which may be a meow blessing for reasons best left professionally un-roared.

Also! If you luv those incredible incorrigible shapeshifters check out this new animal-lusting fun blog: http://shapeshifterromance.wordpress.com/

Swing on over to Title Magic today, Big Kitties. Anitra blogs on the dreaded synopsis. Moi's mews below.

Hi Anitra, that is a good approach. And I've used that in a less structured way when writing a synopsis.
While I never had the jelly-shaking in my boots reaction. I certainly felt utterly overwhelmed, and lost in a cloud of confusion, at first.
However, I learned about a technique of writing a short description of each chapter. That really helped me organize how I wanted to write a synopsis.
The easiest way for me is to talk about the heroine, then the hero, then a short description of the story itself.
Often, the Happy Ever After is requested. So I will end with that, either a description or the final paragraph itself.
Writing a synopsis in that way keeps everything organized in my mind. If that makes sense...?

Artful kisses from the Kougar...

Meow-Yowl! Frustration Rules

Hello, Big Kitties, first the good purrs. Nina Pierce, author of The Healing Garden is the guest blogger on Title Magic today. Take an enthusiastic leap over and enjoy. The Kougar's intro below:

Hi Title Magicians, writer magicians, and especially readers. Today I have the privilege of introducing a new author, one of my fellow authors with Liquid Silver Books. Her first novel is impressive to me personally because of the futuristic subject and because of her writing style. Nina's words flow beautifully onto the page, a melodic capturing of the story she tells.
The cover art for her next three novels, gorgeous and romantically sensual ~ you have to check them out on the Books Coming Soon forum page at Liquid Silver ~ anyway Anne Cain's cover art resonates perfectly with Nina's stories and with her lovely writing style. It is that magical blending of the arts, visual and novel, which simply enchants and further enhances a reader's enjoyment.

Meow-Yowl! Frustration Rules! The Kougar's Yahoo Groups have been sender blocked. Yowling to the heavens, who knows how??? By moi's mistake, or what? Growling-whatever, who the heck in Bast's paradise knows if it's been corrected??? Despite all the electronic pushing and shoving and machinations...?

Is hate not strong enough to describe the Kougaress's current state of tail-spinning frustration and fury? No !!!

Moi's mews for Title Magic and the Liquid Silver blog today.

Anitra, yay! for you!
I've done a fair share of standing up in my life with the hope that justice and right would prevail.
LSB Blog ~ Nina Pierce blogs
Hi Nina, revving my writing engine is similar to yours. Although a lot of my stories begin at that time when you're just falling asleep or when you're awakening -- a conscious dream that looks like I'm watching a movie, only also feeling the heroine and hero -- what they're all about, what they're feeling.
I can't work with all those chart things. The story itself is the inspiration, and boy, do I get the surprises sometimes! On how the plot develops, and what happens next.

Grimacing kisses from the Kougar...

Smooches for Romance Junkies

Smooches for Romance Junkies, Big Beautiful Cats. Tomorrow the Kougar's blog will be featured at ~ romancejunkies.com/rjblog ~ Meow-yay!

A mewing-snippet: Fantasy Escape...Reading for me has always been about what I could learn and what I could experience through the author’s written word ~ and that glorious, euphoric escape into worlds painted by the author’s unique talent, from all realms of fantasy to our globes’ eclectic range of cultures. I enjoyed travel for the same reasons I adored reading, being in the midst of another culture, seeing and experiencing that world, if only for awhile.

Warmth, Big Kitties, a blustery warmth, dry winds own the greening magnificent prairie. The usual Spring humidity is absent, and the weather remains in a state of transformation. The afternoon sky is intensely beautifully blue, and last night on Coast-to-Coastam, Gordon Michael Scallion, futurist and Seer, spoke about the return of the Blue Star, a companion sun with an elliptical orbit. The return of such a celestial sun-being would, of yowling-course, affect blessed Earth -- magnetic fields, electrical fields, quantum fields -- all those physic's dynamics which are the fundamental operating system, the working engine of our galaxy ~ as the Kougaress comprehends.

The blue star, the blue ray...it's here and it's coming...like the old hippie song, crystal blue persuasion, it's a new vibration...

Skatterbrain...Big Lovely Cats, the Kougar just saw that as the name on the Blogs of Note...bringing back how often she heard that 'term of endearment ~ NOT' during her cubhood and beyond. Purring-alas, it accurately describes her usual state of mind these strange-universe days. It feels like being blasted from every corner of Earth, and every corner of the Universe with vibrations...without a real clue about All that occurring and all that is truly arriving???

Speed on over to Title Magic, my daring and darling Big Cats, Lexie offers exceptional insights into a writer's fierce and fragile psyche. Big purrings below.

Lexie, profound blog. I can really relate to writing for the reasons you spoke about. Although, most bullies were too smart to mess with me. Having a hair trigger, and the moves to match if need be, is a good thing. One I've rarely had to use, and one I never think about it, it just happens. Like the kid who hit me hard with a toy rifle and ended up doubled over because I didn't think. I just plowed my fist into his solar plexus.

Okay, way off track here. Just giving you something to analyze...got a couch handy?But I absolutely love words the way you described. And I have to write, regardless, or go more crazy than I already am. However, my lifelong path to this point in my writing, has been wickedly difficult for the most part. So, I write because that's what I do.Being empathetic here, I wish you had more time for your writing. I definitely feel the pain.

P.S. For anyone interested, I'm blogging at Romance Junkies tomorrow.

Scatterbrain smooches from the Kougar...

Tired Kitty Kisses

Kougar kitty is tired today, a long trek to hunt her vittles, and gather up all the life necessities, like the two huge spindles of blank Cd's for moi's stories and pics ~ a two for one price, a deal not to be missed for this Big Computer-dependent Cat.
Spring's warmth is still elusive for moi's greening splendid cattle prairie. However, the Kougaress is great-big-purring grateful there was no freeze last night, as was weather-predicted.
On the return journey today, Mother Moon hung as a half-disc spectre above the eastern horizon, while very early this morning She was blasting-radiant orange, and weirdly spooky as only half her light, sitting on the western horizon.
Love letters, Big Beautiful Cats, when humans actually penned their thoughts upon paper ~ a true pssion for the Kougar once upon a time ~ hand penning on gorgeous paper with beautiful colors ~ Kate Pearce on Lustbites.blogspot.com has wonderfully blogged about her 'silly' love letters of ye olden days. Mewings below:
Kate, talk about chuckling a lot over your letters. I grew up in the age of penning letters, and I adore it. Although, no one else seems to appreciate my efforts, so I don't bother anymore.
In Junior High there was one guy, sweet, but I was definitely not interested in him romantically. No chemistry at all for me. But he would write the most wonderful letters, with beautiful poetry...too bad. I felt bad about having to keep telling him 'no' -- although with the way my life has gone I did that boy a favor!
On Title Magic Mel provides a librarian's edge over the rest of us when it comes to be surrounded by inspiration of the non-fiction variety. She also bids adieu with the promise of elf-ear reports from the Romantic Times Convention. Moi can't wait and is meow-yes! hoping Adrian Paul will be sighted. Talk about titillation from afar. Very afar. Mew-yowl!
Yay! Mel, I want those elf-ear reports! Have fun, guys!
I agree, great post, Mel. I've always read as much non-fiction as fiction just because I love learning, and there are so many fascinating subjects. Most of my stories are inspired by non-fiction books as much or more than fiction books.
Tired Kitty Kisses from the Kougar...

Prairie Roaring Winds

Prairie roaring winds, Big Beautiful Cats...the Kougar has cracked open her favorite window just a few times today...a knock-over blast o' wind in the ole' kitty mug, I can meow-tell ya. And the Kougaress is fiercely fond of the air blasting in her face, the winds whipping around her. Not these bad boy lion-roaring winds.

Most excellent purring-news...hope, hope! It looks like David Burton ~ davidburtonart.net ~ cover artist for Red Lioness Tamed, Liquid Silver Books, will be doing the cover art for Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil, since pics of truly voluptuous models are in seriously short supply ~ like gasoline and oil of ye current days, or so THEY claim. If sex-kitten moi was younger, in her physique-curvy prime, she would seriously consider selling her pic for cover art purposes.

Unless, there is an image-commercial website unknown to the Kougar, and they are zillions upon trillions ~ the catnip-caveat, however, a site devoted to the luscious feminine body type, think Anne Margaret in the teen movie, Bye Bye Birdie, of moi's ancient teenage-cat days, or a female body like this cheesy and classy pinup ~ what a new business opportunity. One the Kougaress would like to indulge in, yet does not possess the time nor the the wise expertise.

Don't get blown off any branches, stay low to the ground, Big Cats, and head on over to Title Magic. Our guest blogger, Liz Jasper, author of the Undead, Cerridwen Press, discusses how paranormal elements are successfully woven with mystery and suspense in romance novels. Mewings below.

Liz, excellent detail on adding mystery and suspense by use of paranormal elements. Paranormal is a natural for me. Weaving in suspense and mystery is what I'm learning. Thanks for all the insights.
Lexie, RT and the RWA and other chapters probably have workshop/lecture CDs or DVDs available on that topic.

Wind kisses from the Kougar...

Were-Beast on Title Magic

Were-Cats all, come out of hiding...at least, for us Big Cat writers who want to star you in our novels. Please, were-kitties, give a snooty scan to moi's blog for Title Magic today.

Hunting the Magic Were-Beast
Authors, aspiring authors, are you hunting the magic were-beast?
Pssst...if you’ve settled on were-ducks, I’d give that honking mallard another thought. According to the SmartBitches, Ellora’s Cave has already claimed those quacking heroes as their own. Yeah, yeah...I gotta an old fallin’ down duckstand I can sell ya.
Still ~ still as a full moon werewolf-shifting night ~ are you looking for that perfect were-beastie to star in your next novel?
Howl desperately to the moon, dear writers...is that next were-heroine or hero ~ or were-villain elusive? Is your were-inspiring Muse on hiatus...er...shacked up with that gorgeous ManWolf, and she’s not emerging from the waterbed den until all her lusty appetites are completely satiated?
Growl-darn the writer’s block, is that perfect were-beast still escaping your imagination? Just as the real were-beasties do, escaping detection by mainstream media and mainstream science?

Yep, I said ‘real’. There are dedicated researchers combing through all the reports turned into law enforcement agencies, including animal control, about beasties that go more than ‘bump *or hump* in the night’. These truth-seeking researchers tromp through the fields and forests tracking down evidence, snapping pics of unusual, unknown tracks, bagging bits of hair, along with the occasional claw-ripped shirt. These intrepid few among us have even been known to set up camp for a night or two, attempting to lure the beasties with their fave snacks. I believe lunch meat was mentioned in one report. Truth to tell, if I were a fierce and cunning were-critter, I don’t think lunch meat would tempt my primal slavering immense hunger. Now frying bacon.... Linda Godfrey, author of Beast of Bray Road and Hunting the American Werewolf, is one such dedicated researcher. Her occasional reports on Coast-to-Coastam, night radio, are beyond fascinating, the stories of encounters absolutely enthralling, not to mention chill-scary entertaining.
Nope. We are not alone, Earth humans. Strange monster critters, magical were-beasts, wherever they originate from...inner earth? And...wherever they lurk...? Are hiding deep, deep inside our forests and caves, their lairs unlocated by Google Earth...yet.
So, if your writer’s imagination is on the fritz, and all you’re visualizing is a set of savage yellow-neon eyes, get a spooky halloween re-charge, investigate were-beast territory on Linda Godfrey’s website: beastofbrayroad.com. Here is a snippet from Linda’s blog:
November 5, 2007 - Return of the Bearwolf?
It never ceases to amaze me the way these things seem to work. Only a few days ago I had decided to post a note about the Washington County Courthouses's cryptid creature art, and then today I get a call from Mike Lane, the hunter who went looking for the creature's footprints last fall right about this time. He found some, too...bipedal, large and roundish looking deep imprints that indicated something very large and upright went walking through a mushy field across from Holy Hill, and then entered a marsh where the tracks ended. (See photo of Mike standing in front of that marsh last year.)
Inspired by Linda Godfrey’s reports, an excerpt from my WIP, Don’t Cry Werewolf ~
"This should be the spot." Weak, in pain, she shuffled slowly. Focusing on each step, she tried not to stumble, not wanting to fall, hurt herself so severely she’d have to crawl into the isolated forest.
"The lucky spot," she encouraged herself. "The lucky spot where I get eaten by a werewolf." She whisper-sang those words to herself over and over – forging ahead at a snail’s pace.
The night-chilled air wheezed in and out of her lungs. Her feet drug over the dead damp leaves from last autumn. There wasn’t much spring foliage to hinder her way.
"Here, little werewolf," she called out. Again she laughed at herself. She needed a big monstrous werewolf, actually. "Here, big horrible nasty werewolf," she called out instead – several times. She chuckled, faltered, the effort costing her.
Looking upwards at the immense display of tree limbs in the moonlight, she felt the usual quick up and down of her chest, listened to her struggling whoosh of breath. It took nothing anymore to wear her out completely. "Hey, if nothing else I’ll get lost in the forest and die," she murmured philosophically, between her strained puffing breaths. "Maybe only the bugs will get me."
Able to lift her foot again, she continued moving deeper into the old forest. "Death by mosquito – god, that would be horrible. Instead of a thousand cuts. A thousand bites. – The itching...no it’s better to be ripped apart. Definitely."
Reaching an enormous tree trunk, she leaned against her palm – the rough bark strangely comforting. "Maybe it’s still too cool for mosquitos." Breathing heavily she turned, leaned back against the trunk, rested. "Death by exposure can’t be much fun," she whispered, huffing huge breaths, hurting breaths. "No, death by werewolf is the way to go."
When her breaths calmed down, she called, "Here, werewolf, here, werewolf." Painfully she shoved from the tree trunk, shuffled from the rough bike trail onto a deer trail. "I may not be as tasty as little red riding hood." Feeling woozy, she slowed her steps. "But I should be good enough for one meal."
Numbness crept into her limbs. She forced one step after another. "Maybe I’ll just die on the trail."
No fresh dinner for you, werewolfie. She sent the telepathic message just in case werewolves were a telepathic species, like most animals. No drugs, I’m mostly organic – even if I’m no spring chicken dinner. She stumbled to her knees.
"Damn!" Pain radiated upwards sharply. Straightening, she grimaced, shook her hands out. I guess a bear will do. Soon as she could, her breathing not as ragged, she leaned forward on her hands, struggled to stand up. Groaning with the pain and effort, she cried out, finally standing up.
Geez – not a good night to die. Dragging one foot, exhausted, she continued along the deer trail. Bear...cougar...maybe a wild pack of dogs...come on, werewolf. Eat me!
She begged. Heart, mind and soul, she begged. Come on, werewolf. Eat me! Her eyes shut, she took several small steps. She begged, knowing it had never mattered before how much she’d begged for help. I need a cliff.
She opened her eyes. Nothing, no glowing red eyes. No glowing eyes at all. I should just jump off a cliff...of course, there’s the whole fear of heights thing. But it won’t really matter once I’ve jumped...I could just pretend it’s a flying dream...Hit.
Her body felt wooden, about ready to collapse. Feeling chilled, she hugged herself – kept dragging her feet forward, tiny steps. She didn’t care. If she simply dropped and died – that would serve her purpose. It’s just that she wanted to know. If werewolves existed, she wanted to know. Before she died.
She figured she was owed at least that...for enduring her pathetic nightmare life. For maintaining her integrity, her goodness as a person, despite the endless brutal trials.
Why not serve yourself up as a meal? And know. It was eco-sound – no land-eating coffin. No energy expended in cremation. Just bloody rent flesh, dinner for a werewolf. Any remaining pieces devoured by nature.
"The natural way to go," she whispered. "Instead of don’t feed the animals at the zoo. Do feed the animals." She laughed silently at herself. "The new cool on YouTube," she muttered. Looking around, she noticed there were no more night sounds. "The zoo’s new slogan – end it here, save a polar bear," she whispered, trailed off. The eeriness tingled her flesh to goosebumps.
Hugging herself unconsciously, she waited, noticed she was frozen. She couldn’t move her feet. A strange dread coursed through her. Yet she was calm, a strange anticipation soared through her. Slowly, slowly, she swivelled her head, looking.
It rushed at her from the darkest part of the forest, fearsome, upright, huge. Shadow-dark in the moonlight. Searing feral gold eyes charged straight at her. Her scream stuck in her throat. She was grateful. Her fast breaths hurt like knives in her throat. It would be upon her soon.
Closing her eyes instinctively, she prayed it was a werewolf. That she would know. Somehow. Fluttering her lids open the next split second, she saw the wolfen features, monstrous and magnificent, displayed beneath the full moon. She nearly passed out from the shock, swayed. His ferocious growl as he ran at her possessed her spine.
Forcing her eyes wide, she watched him launch – fur and bulk and incredible power. His hot breath blasted her neck. His fang tip touched the side of her neck. She fainted.
But not before she thought – goodbye, cruel world.

Moi's mewings:

Linda Godfrey is great inspiration, Mel. And she's out there doing the real research.
Anitra, yeah, a tiny dry comment on SmartBitches...it struck my wing bone funny.

Were-beastie smooch from the Kougar...

Journey Tree Obstacles

Journeying down to her mailbox after the torrential Spring rains ~ thank you, weather goddesses and gods ~ first a gorgeous adorable cardinal lands in front of the Kougar, then *blast the eye* a major humongous dead limb across most of moi's gravel drive, branches scattered everywhere. Most sacred fortunately, the limb was dried and dead, therefore not as heavy, and the Kougaress could leverage it out of the way. Quite a large undertaking to clear away all the limbs and branches, meow-moi can tell you. So now, the weariness has taken over for the day.

The good rumbling news, on the trip back the Kougar saw another large-girth tree had fallen into the neighbor's pasture from water saturation and the winds. Roaring-yay! It would have been too large for moi to manhandle out of the way. And no guilt required since Dead Tree is on their side of the fence, and no damage caused.

Journey tree obstacles ~ a sacred message? All other obstacles in the Kougar's life path may be removed with this level of effort? Wish, wish...hope, hope...yowling-please, please...

More mewing-smiling news, the Kougar's horse drawing has been incorporated into the cover art of Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil, as a small silhouette ~ so tingly cool, Big Cats. And the candle-erotic scene continues with our heroine and hero's turn for extreme pleasures...

Lovely Big Cats take a swift stroll over to Title Magic. Renee Knowles, fellow Siren author, is our guest blogger. With a background in small business, she offers great tips for networking. Purrs below.

Renee, it is kinda strange in a way, always forming stories in your head as you're grocery shopping, etc. and trying to keep aware enough while paying, so you don't end up losing a credit card.

Thanks for joining us today. I so luv that your career is taking off!

Journey kisses from the Kougar...

Kougar, On the Hunt

Ah, the greening of the April-rain prairie grasses, Big Beautiful Kitties ~ what a fantastic and glorious relief not to worry about mowing, or the neighbor next door overly-concerned about their property values if moi doesn't keep her lawn trimmed to within an inch of it's very little shooting-up life. Roar-yes! To live with the splendid wildness of a lawn gone completely weedy wild! Must be the shaman witch inside the Kougar.
Big Cats, anyone watch Medium last night? Irresistible show for the Kougar...meow-purring indeed, with yummy chuckles galore. As jowl-licking fun as if moi had just dined on a bowl of buttered plump shrimp.
Medium is one of the few TV shows in the vast wasteland of idiocy programming designed by the dumb to continue the process of dumbing us all down. First, and originally designed, controlled by THOSE who consider themselves our rulers, and thus, superior in every way. A mad, mad world of elite.
Yowling back to the TV fun, Kitties ~ 'cause how tickle-the-kinky-bone fun was that show? Whether or not, you are a stalking cougar after the delicious abs-hard meat of a younger man, as Jane Fonda claims to be, or whether you just enjoy the sexy quirkiness of the fictional author character and her Cougar book on scenarios to hunt down that hard sausage between your thighs.
Moi knows, crude and lewd. But a Big Cat deserves some cheesy giggles, now and then.
And confession, moi is not an older-woman man-stalking cougar...just to burst your imagination bubble.
Big Cats! Romp on over to Title Magic. Mai posted late with a Fabio-topic about it ain't all the physical looks when it comes to a romance hero. And today, Evonne presented a wise commentary on how much info is too much info in a romance story? Moi's incredible and insightful meows below.
Well done, Mai. It's the whole package. Certainly not just a physique. Personally, I adore physical beauty. Not what is deemed physical beauty these days, however. But I also adore a beautiful personality, a beautiful intellect. Someone who is genuinely beautiful inside and out. I've known some people who physically may not be that impressive, however when you get to know them, they become more and more beautiful. Because that's what shines through. It's who they truly are.
Wonderful discussion on this topic, Evonne. Sometimes I'm a research hound, just because I enjoy learning.
However, when I read a story, I want the story, the people, not ten tons of info which really has nothing to do with the dynamics going on between the characters.
Unless a character is working on a combustion engine, forget about it!!!
But, that's just me.
Hey all, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy. Think of all the great posts Title Magic will get from you all attending the RT convention.
Yes, Evonne, nothing more sexy to me than a man doing what he's good at and confident about, whether blue collar or white collar.Lexie, I think your Druid hero is far more fascinating and desirable than just a hunk guy.Trish, I couldn't agree more. There were some guys in college that were considered the most sexy. Yeah, physically, they were good-looking. But their attitudes were such a turn-off I rarely noticed them, unless another gal pointed them out.
Kougar, On the hunt kisses...

Untamed Giggling With Mrs. Giggles

Aahhh, Big Cats...yes, meow, the Kougar's Red Lioness Tamed, Liquid Silver Books, has been officially 'Giggled'. A definite rite of passage, moi must believe in this strange new land of the e-author.
Paw to the truth...her funny bone struck with a hammer, the Kougar was a giggling kitty for quite a while over her Mrs. Giggles' dry-to-the-bone and drill-to-the bone review.
Alas, there is only one loud complaining mew. See the unedited scene from Red Lioness Tailspin below. Captain Draxen Z of the Venture has his say and bit of retaliation-more. *
The score? You roar...84. There ya go. With the requisite snippet:
Still, on the whole Red Lioness Tamed is a most enjoyable quick read that doesn't take itself too seriously but instead revels in its more cheesy elements. You may need to adjust your expectations before you begin reading to enjoy this story, although the cover art - deliberately designed to reflect its dime/pulp novel nature - should have been clear indication enough of the author's intention. I believe that if you have a fondness for stories that aren't afraid to be deliberately campy and cheesy, this one may find a home on your hard drive, right next to your dubiously-obtained complete series of the original Battlestar Galactica, Jason Of The Star Command, and Buck Rogers In The 25th Century TV series.
For the full review ~ Google Mrs. Giggles, click on e-book reviews, then on 'K' for Kougar.
Take a quick long stride over to Title Magic today, Big Beautiful Kitties, Nina Bruhns, a very accomplished lady and author speaks to the current trends in what readers clamor for in a romance story. Meows below:
Welcome, Nina. Utterly fascinating topic and big congrats on being a RITA finalist.
I enjoy a light-hearted story as well as the complex darker stories.
Personally, I compare this time in our history with the depression era and WWII film fare -- Pennies From Heaven, for example.
Often people needed a break then, like they do now. Not hard to figure out. What sold back then? Booze and entertainment. Escape into fantasy is often what people need to endure these darker times. Whether it's a light-hearted fantasy or the darker-edged urban fantasy coming into its own.
Art, and the art of writing serves this time we live through, as well as creates this time in our history.
At least, that's my over-simplified viewpoint.

* Unedited scene from Red Lioness Tailspin by Savanna Kougar
The woman’s gaze felt like sucker tentacles on the back of his neck. Draxen idly lowered the collar he’d been examining at the vendor’s stall, where he purchased items whenever in port, since the owner possessed a superior eye for quality merchandise.
"Not to your preference?" the tiny eel-slick woman seductively inquired.
"It is to my preference, keeper Maunfa." Draxen flirtatiously grinned at the pewter-colored, green-tinted Yligor. "If you will place all similar collars together, I will choose when I return shortly." He offered a rakish head bow, then surreptitiously slid a prized data-containment coin beneath her webbed hand.
"Service is our desire," she crooned, smoothing the illegal payment into her waistband pouch.
Spinning on his heel, Draxen glanced up at the space port’s High Beam level, as it was called. Without a blink of apology, the woman, one of the commerce OverSeers focused on him, her bearing as powerful as a plasma anaconda. Hybermion, she was a liquid shape shifter, her current body incarnation reminded him of his grandmother, her count-the-stars probable intention. Her lasering gaze, the subtle imperious movement of her head, indicated she intended to speak officially with him, either with or without his cooperation.
Curious to the sunflare max, Draxen also tingled with primitive wariness as he strode to meet her. Obviously, he had not committed any observed code misdeed, or she would have summoned an enforcement team. Instead, the OverSeer glided down the zigzag of descending translucent planks, her robe billowing out behind her, great impatient waves of pale glistening material.
"Dear Lady." With care Draxen swept up her hand, pressed his lips onto one of her large knuckles. "How have I offended your sensibilities?"
Her gaze narrowed, black as a gathering storm on his home world. Withdrawing her hand, she assessed him. Zero favor glimmered in the depths of her eyes. "OverSeer Ghiggles," she corrected in a manner suggesting she was accustomed to offering correction often. "The woman, who was with you. I have become concerned for her welfare. Where is she?"
"Currently my bride is resting aboard my vessel."
"No doubt, Captain of the Venture, she is resting." The OverSeer glared at his crotch as if his actual shaft had criminal intent. Indeed, to his amusement and puzzlement, as if his cock had suddenly transformed into his face. "You have over-burdened her with your insatiable activities."
More amused, Draxen crooned, "Am I to be condemned for carnal appreciating my wife?"
"I believe, Captain." Her gaze raked up and down the outline of his shaft, as if she measured it’s precise rutting proportions. "From the visual reports received, your ‘carnal’ state was constant in your bride’s presence. Although..." She leaned a particle or two closer, inspecting his crotch with professional intensity, "I believe the front of your pants are shriveled compared to the prominent stretch endured by the material earlier."
"My beloved Sun Rocket is splendid in her beauty, ‘stimulating’ the large carnal appetite of my race, OverSeer Ghiggles. Quite common, I assure you."
"I am knowledgeable about your race, Captain." She continued scrutinizing his lessened shaft, causing him to wonder if her ruthless interest was a ‘stimulation’ to her. "Which brings forth my further concern for your...your bride. I am not familiar with her race, or her capability to withstand your constant lusting assault, as is indicated by your genetic birthright."
"Your concern is to my understanding, OverSeer. I would offer a meeting with my Sun Rocket. However, it is vital she remain resting."
When her unhurried gaze arrived to his, her eyes sharply whipped him with further questions. "Yes, your Sun Rocket was overly pale. And by our health monitoring in a somewhat weakened condition."
"Easily explained, dear Lady. When we met she had been through a draining ordeal. If you have already reviewed my purchases, you will notice I have provided for her swift recuperation."
Her following silence and her unblinking gaze gripped him as if the OverSeer’s hands, themselves, were around his throat, choking. "Did you purchase your bride, Captain?"
"That was my original plan. However, OverSeer Ghiggles, fate, in a benevolent-sailing mood, intervened. Delivering my adorable bride."
"Your bride looked to be quite un-enchanted with you earlier."
"Merely a difference in our cultures. And my bride is fiery spirited, as you evidently witnessed. If I may speak more boldly, dear Lady." Draxen moved closer to her as if they were friendly companions. "My Sun Rocket is quite untamed in her temper, thus in her passions, and one reason I am nova-smitten with her."
"Then, you do not choose a biddable wife as many men of your heritage do."
"As I explained to my new wife, not all men of my world seek a biddable wife. " Seizing on a gamble, Draxen leaned closer to her ear. "If you wish to meet a man from my world, closely study his prowess stamina, may I introduce you now?" He offered a gentleman’s arm. "The Celestial Salon is not far away. And my presence is welcome."
"Yes, I would further investigate. For the welfare of women who may be enslaved or ‘purchased’ against their will." Stiff with her official status, she laid her arm upon his, then moved with him. "Since you are welcome, this will be an unofficial visit, Captain."
"Of course, OverSeer. Please prepare yourself for an explicit gallery display. My culture is proud of their erotic art statues."
"So, I have heard," she dry-as-afterburn spoke.
Still, Draxen allowed a tiny inward smile. The OverSeer’s cool patina flesh had warmed against his arm in anticipation.
Arriving before the entrance of the Celestial Salon, Draxen applied his right palm to the convex blue-silver disc on the side of the open arch. A minimal surge of energy moved upwards, identifying him. Rapidly, the solid ultramarine color before them phased to a twinkling deep blue, abundant with clusters of jewel-blazing stars and the majestic whirls of distant galaxies. As they strolled inward, it was as if they walked the galactic, unencumbered by a craft.
Gradually the deep blue lessened to the magnificent brilliance of a blue sky. On either side of them partial alcoves held the statues of their world’s artists, and the replica statues of men who wished their aroused attributes fully displayed.
"Oh, my..." the OverSeer whispered, her breath rushing out as successive pants. One hand captured her throat.
"Do you prefer the artist’s creative interpretation?" Draxen brought her before an elegant stylized statue shaped from a translucent cobalt substance. The long sleek phallus was aimed like an ancient missile. "Or perhaps," he deeply crooned, "you prefer more realism." Guiding her toward the other side of the long galleria, he intoned, "One of our world’s founders, Garrustus, the Brave."
"Brave is correct," the OverSeer murmured. Greedily, her gaze devoured the replica statue, finally savoring Garrustus’ mightily raised phallus. Thick and brawny with a brute head, the shaft nearly reached his navel. "One of your ancestor’s?" She pushed the words out, the sound like a sudden strong breeze.
"On my maternal side, yes." Draxen carefully urged her forward. "If you will confide your utmost favorite, then I will know which of the men here would be to your pleasurable introduction."
"Yes...of course. Let us keep looking," she muttered softly. Thoroughly, hungrily, she ran her gaze over the next ‘founder’.
Draxen escorted her from one statue to the next, a smug grin curving his lips. When OverSeer Ghiggles halted before a replica similar to his younger brother, her flesh molten, feverish with desire, Draxen fingered the side panel, slowly spinning the pedestal, so she could view every physical asset of the statue. Her hand flew to her chest, and flattened.
"To your passion?" he murmured confidentially.
"Yes," she breathlessly hissed, trembling a bit before composing herself.
"This way," he encouraged her. "The available men wait in the lounge."
They stepped through a circular arch into a midnight blue realm, illumined as if tiny moons shone from above. Thirty-four men from his world enjoyed seats at the large curved bar, or played a variety of gambling games on the three levels of the immense room. All of them paused, idly watched. Waited. Casting his gaze around for the man of the OverSeer’s lusting dreams, Draxen quickly settled on Jauxur.
Subtly, he head-signaled him, then leaned close to her ear. "Already he tightens for you," he crooned, low and bold.
"Tightens?"
"His trousers tighten for you," Draxen sensuously purred. "In my culture, a husband will say to his wife, ‘I tighten’ for you’...meaning his pants, his breeches, his trousers become tight with his engorged shaft. And his seed tightens with passion."
"Oh my heavenly gods..."

Tailspin kisses from the Kougar...