The Phoenix Lights and Title Magic in 2010

Dr. Lynne D. Kitei ~ http://thephoenixlights.net/PL_Home.htm ~

Weekend yowls, my feisty ready-for-Spring Felines... yep, the Kougar was playing around today with the Title Magic blog... nothing fancy, *tail lazy twitches* mind you... Title Magic ~ the original bloggie of all us American Title IV finalists kinda fizzled when some of us got busy with other authorly demands and were just overwhelmed with the busy stuff of life... so, moi decided she’d make some changes and turn it into a place for herself and her ATIV buddy, Pat Cunningham... being a lover and appreciater of all things magical, this Big Cat couldn’t get her claws to do the final release... so, it’s up to the magical goddesses and gods, and magical mystical beings to help keep this bloggie going with lots of good stuff.

We’re not high profile, however guest bloggers are definitely welcome, just offer something with magic and miracles and love, something enchanting, something deeply and fiercely passionate, something that involves sorcery... real, imagined, fantasy... whatever your heart and soul desires... love is always magic, it can be as simple or complex as that.
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THE PHOENIX LIGHTS ~ 13 years ago... they didn’t land on the white house lawn, but then why bother? If this Big Cat was an otherworld species (meow-maybe she just is ~ some would claim so) and wanted contact with Earthers, it would be with *the folks*, certainly not with any politician or governmental agency.
Why? Because in the long cosmic scheme of things THEY (the big boys and girls) aren’t important. THEY are only temporary. It is the population, those individuals who want contact and want communication and want a mutually beneficial relationship... those are the folks who are important.
Or... was it beta testing... you know like the whole WAR OF THE WORLDS radio program that sent farmers after the dreaded Martians... someone wanted to find out what us humans would do...???
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Fact or fiction... you just can’t make this stuff up... sometimes... a Sumo wrestler in Russia took a cash machine without asking... he literally ripped it of the store and carried it out... when the pair of crooks was stopped, his friend-accomplice claimed it wasn’t Sumo Man’s fault since he’d told him the machine belonged to him and had been stolen. They were just going to reclaim it.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~

Are We Being Fair?
by Paris Brandon

The hero in my last novella was not perfect. I don't mean he was wounded or flawed emotionally. I mean, physically, he was a man pushing forty and comfortable in his own weathered skin.
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

Sinful Saturday: Sexy Spartacus!
Are you ready to sin with us? Take off those halos and join us on Saturdays as we look at
how to sin, who sinned, where to sin and more! If it’s about misbehaving, if it’s naughty, we’ll tell you about it!

Today’s Sinful Saturday features a Sinful Man from history…Spartacus!

Yes, doff those togas and come to Rome with us. Spartacus, circa. 109–71 BC was the most notorious leader of the slaves in a major slave uprising against the Roman Republic. Not much is known about him beyond this, but a lot has been fantasized, I mean imagined.
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Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~

Leah Fleming: Remembrance Day

Every year on Remembrance Sunday my village holds a moving ceremony.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

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

Part 433 ~

Sylva frowned. “Spring eggs?” Her cowboy husband quirked a half-grin. “Hens ‘round these parts lay bigger eggs in the Spring and more of ‘em. Sometimes the shells are a bit thinner.” Sylva nodded in understanding. “Okay, Bill’s nuts are eggs and his bride is exploring. I bet ole Bill is getting his jollies on, or he’s about to.” Zeke’s eyebrows shot toward the ceiling. “Jollies?” Sylva cracked a grin after a moment of thought. “Substitute ‘whoopin’ it up’ for jollies.” Loosing a loud laugh, Zeke fell back onto the bed, his hand on his stomach. Sylva joined in with her giggles.

Zeke gradually halted his laughter and propped himself up on his elbow again. “This may be the longest throwin’ rope joke...” he paused. “No, go on,” his Sylva encouraged, then continued, “I won’t ask what that means. It’s obvious. Lulabelle is sliding her hand up and down Bill’s private rope and slipping her hands under his... what does he call them?” Zeke couldn’t help it, he burst out with a couple of guffaws. “Knots,” he spit out while he could. “He called them his rope knots.” He watched his bride collapse, soon helpless with her laughter. “Rope knots,” she echoed.
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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 ~ 432 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP HAS ARRIVED ~ http://infowars.com ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~

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

Phoenix magical kisses from the Kougar...

One of the Kougar’s Fave Wolf Shifters

Oh my, my summer-sunning Kittehs, the Kougar is wiped-out tired. She was due to head into the big town, but made an earlier trip to scout out a small freezer, since one of her refrigerator freezers isn’t up to par. Moi has been wanting a freezer, anyway, since she’s in the middle of the tame prairie. Of course, unloading it and getting it inside will be quite the trick... but moi will hoping for a few miracles.
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The above artist’s rendering is one of this Big Cat’s fave fantasy wolf shifter pics. She first discovered it a few years ago while surfing the web for ebook publishers and has the name of the exceptionally talented artist somewhere. At the time, the Kougaress only printed out the pic for her personal looking at pleasure, not for any manner of commercial use.
Yesterday, when moi was searching for werewolf clothing images to find one for Pat Cunningham’s blog on TITLE MAGIC ~ STUPID THINGS TO THINK ABOUT ~ a fun and phenomenally tongue-in-cheek look at the modern dilemmas of being a werewolf ~ this picture came up on photobucket,
No artist was mentioned. If you’re out there, artist, let the Kougar know. She’ll be yowling-happy to give you proper recognition and if she ever has enough coin, she’d love to commission cover art from you.
Dearest KitKats, you know you want to read Pat’s blog and get a peekie at the cartoon pic moi did use. Just flick your tail and click the above linkie.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Dorchester/Textnovel contest ~

CURSES WERE STRANGE BEASTS
~ Chronicles of an Earth-bound Goddess ~

CHAPTER NINE ~ “Mr. P.I. Detective... Shamus. Dick!”

“No! I plan to be very happy later.”
In a responsible-driver manner, Thunder-Force Bear rolled past the stop sign and cruised the mean city streets at a sedate pace. Though, in reality, all was quiet since most of the buildings around them were apartments occupied by sleeping residents.
Maybe if she shoved the thorn deeper in the bear’s paw by being girly chatty, he’d make certain he got rid of her and be glad *good riddance* to one more annoying female.
“You sound like Zeus, well one of the Zeus’s on a bad day. You know, too many judgements, not enough lightning bolts... no one listens and obeys...”

More... http://textnovel.com/home.php ~
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Yowee! Powee! There it was, just as Pat Cunningham said on the Siren-BookStrand loop ~ the Kougar’s MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS, one of twelve titles featured on page 127, SIREN PUBLISHING’s ad in the September issue of ROMANTIC TIMES Book Reviews magazine.
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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 227 ~

Sylva warmed with Zeke’s compliment. Feeling her shyness take over, she spun around, lifting her hair. Recalling what had occurred the previous time he’d laced her up, the intense ecstasy he’d brought her to, she flamed higher. “Lace a girl up, cowboy,” she drawled, covering her emotions. “With pleasure, darlin,” he returned, his purr deep and enticing. Once again, using an expertise that made her nearly breathless, he pulled on the lacings until the vest and skirt fit perfectly. “Wow, you are good at this. I look even more like a glamor cowgirl.” Sylva twirled to feel the skirt move.

Zeke caught his woman as she whirled, his hands claiming her hips. He stroked downward molding her thighs with caresses. “My glamor cowgirl,” he growled. She teased him with a smile, his sweet-natured vixen. “My, my, aren’t you the possessive cowpoke?” Sliding his palms over her made-for-him ass, Zeke cupped her sexy fullness and brought her flush against him, against his long gun cock. “You’re going to get cow-poked later, little lady. What do you have to say about that?” She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with their passionate play. “I say ‘hit me with best shot, fire away’.”
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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 ~ 226 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Monday ~ Serena Shay guest blogs ~ What Almost Killed My Happily Ever After?
Coming soon!
The ROOM theme is on HEA and is anything about rooms - your own inner space and psyche, the rooms you inhabit in your imagination, a room that holds a pivotal place in one of your novels, the room where you write, a room where something romantic happened to you or yours or one of your characters. Your own favourite room. Whatever you fancy. It could be a perfect room that you devise and share with us.
Whatever you fancy!
Cheers, Lindsay
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THE PINK BLOG ~ HEROES HAVE THEIR PLACE ~
Sunday ~ Cheryl Pierson ~ Plotting the Wounded Hero
Saturday ~ The Kougar blogs ~ Eight Reasons His Future Wife Refused Him
Friday ~ Danielle Thorne ~ My hero! Why imperfect is perfect
Most people don’t enjoy blemishes. We throw away moldy bread, agonize over pimples, and rub those little smears on the mirror. Why then, do we prefer our heroes with a few defects?
Moi’s comment mew-sings ~
Turtle Soup is a fab title and I love your premise...
Love conquers all imperfections... so it is... here's to your beautiful post.
Thursday ~ My kind of hero... by Judah Raine ~ “I suppose, when it really comes down to it, I’m a pretty independent girl.” Another fabulous blog by Judah!
Wednesday ~ Sarah Simas: Hero Worship
Sara, fantastic bloggie! I first fell for Robinhood watching that 1937 black and white film. No one has the unique dash of Errol Flynn. Course, I wondered why Maid Marion wasn't riding with him... actually, she does in a lot of stories.
We are exceptionally lucky to 'create the men of our dreams over and over' ~ You are so right. Beautifully spoken.
I HERO ~ Adrian Paul in his role as the Highlander, especially.
However, there have been many, many romance novel heroes who did it for me. Johanna Lindsey's heroes included.
Note: I thought it was Clark Gable who starred in IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT.
Cary Grant is ultra sexy in TO CATCH A THIEF
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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Tuesday ~ The Kougar ~ My Prince of a Stallion
Monday ~ Francesca blogs ~ Going Viral... the good and the bad
Saturday ~ Paris blogs about ‘Something Different’, the ugliness of commercials
Friday ~ Serena blogs ~ Shapeshifter Males: 7 Reasons He's The Mate For You?
Thursday ~ Full Moon ~ Running with the Pack by Pat Cunningham
Wednesday ~ Crystal blogs ~ Tip#1 for the New Author: The Revision Process ~ Or, What I Wish I Had Known
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ RomanticSynonmous ~
"The Big Guy?" Kallyn asked, fear and dread swirling around her. Please don't mean whom I think you mean...
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Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~

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

The stuff of fantasy smooch from the Kougar...

Twas the Night of Twelve Drummers Drumming...

What the Kougaress would wear if she was going *Holiday partying* tonight...

Big Kittens...the terrible chill has lifted, for now, on the tame prairie. And the Kougar is recovering from being under the weather...sniffle...
May you all be snuggy warm and truly blessed on this day before Christmas...
Guess *tail-twitching* what? Looking for a cover art font, moi discovered the BookStrand ad in Romantic Times magazine...and there was the cover of When a Good Angel Falls, in the midst of, and along with all of the outstanding authors’ book covers. Meow-wow and pow! What a lovely giftie for this Kougar girl...check out page #117 of the January 2009 issue.
Also, tomorrow, the Kougar will be blogging at Title Magic...find out about a naughty version of Rudolph, the Red Nose Reindeer...

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Twelve Drummers Drumming...

Part Seventeen ~

Who was this man...this shapeshifter...this alien from the stars? The questions struggled against the staggering blissful drunk her mind had become.
“Dillon.” She heard her voice reach out to him, even though he could tell her anything he wanted. How would she know?
“Kaily.” His rough, but gentle purr covered her skin. Slipping his palms over her waist, he stroked over her breasts, then caressed the swells. Omygawd, what was he...her dream lover come to life?
She pried one eye open, and gazed at his strong taut groin. “Eleven pipers piping...gonna pipe me, with that pipe?”
“Your wish, my woman,” he growled softly. “One.” He seized her breasts, then lunged.
She moaned with the torrid pleasure, the rapture already simmering through her sheath and igniting her pussy mound.
“Two,” he growled savagely.
She gripped his forearms, luxuriating in the feel of his hands as a blaze of ecstasy shot up her belly.
“Three.”
The immense weight and size of his cock lit her up like a bonfire.
“Four.”
As he plowed his manhood deep inside her, she whimpered, and dug her nails into him.
“Five,” he roared. With primitive strength, he thrust inside her six more times.
Her orgasm flared into an inferno of rapture throughout her flesh, and Kaily felt him strike deep, then squeeze her breasts into cones. Groaning her name, he raised up, rigid with his orgasm.
Long moments later, he languidly rolled her on top of him, his embrace heaven.
“God, can your lord leap,” she praised, letting herself snuggle against his chest.
“Then, my pipe is pleasing. And remains pleasing in you.” She opened her eyes meeting his dark golden eyes.
He looked so smug, she muttered drily, “You’re not an actual lord, are you?”
His grin could have eaten a canary. “No, my beautiful gift, I am not a lord as you mean it.”
She waited a breath or two before asking, “What are you?” Her heart tripped rapidly, suddenly, as if some part of her knew.
“On my world I would be considered a King.”
Despite his sumptuous molding of her butt, her eyes flew open, and straight into the amused brilliance of his. Her heart pounded like a damn hammer. “What? The King of Beasts?” The silly words burst out the instant they appeared before her mind’s eye.
“The King of Vhayquexia. One of thirty realms.”
Nothing made sense anymore. She merely gaped at him, still as a mouse hiding from a stalking cat.
“There is no urgency. I am certain my brother enjoys ruling in my absence.”
“I’m sure I don’t understand,” she hesitantly whispered.
“I traveled to meet a bride I did not wish to marry.”
“A princess?” Kaily blinked, feeling like she lived in a fairytale.
“A ferocious and particularly vicious princess with claws like scorpions.”
“Why?” She had to know.
“As firstborn it was my obligation to fulfill the treaty. Even though I objected.” His gaze turned to smoke. “On the twelfth day of Christmas...”
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
Part Thirteen ~ see Smiling for the Holidays
Part Fourteen ~ see Nine Ladies Dancing... & the Grand Gift Winner
Part Fifteen ~ see Winter Solstice & Ten Lords A-Leaping...
Part Sixteen ~ see Santa Baby ~ Eleven Pipers Piping...
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HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

&

A MOST BLESSED CHRISTMAS EVE

Twelve tiny kisses from the Kougar...

Warmed, then Frozeled... & Blocking My Sun

Greetings, Holiday Big Cats, the Kougar warmed up very nicely with the 60 degree temps yesterday. Today she is frozeled, and it’s blowing and snowing, and icky cold.
Moi has also begun a new WIP titled ~ Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ the passionate love story about a horse shifter of a different phase and his intrepid lady who refuses to love him. Yes, a love that was never meant to be, or was it?
And, yowling-yay, now the Kougar can complete THE SPECIAL SECRET PROJECT.

Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ with two more flashes added ~

Blocking My Sun... Flash of Sun and Beach

ONE
All alone. She sighed with complete satisfaction, and planted her elbows in the beach’s almost too-hot sand. The surf shone brilliantly, green turquoise with thin lines of iridescent bubbles on the rolling gentle edges. Sorrenna wore her favorite red bikini just in case. So far, no one else had intruded.
She reclined back basking in the burning delicious rays of the sun, with only her thin towel between her and the sugar-fine incredible sand that conformed to her body. Was this a slice of heaven, or what? She smiled, let her eyelids flutter closed and relaxed.
“You’re blocking my sun.”

TWO
The snarl in her voice should have warned him. She didn’t bother glancing up at him, or moving her perfectly curved body–designed for every carnal sin he’d ever had in mind. As he knew it would be. He’d been tailing her the past three weeks for a business client. Suddenly she’d left the city on vacation. The Dragon Lady of the corporate world, who advised when to fold ‘em and when to hold ‘em. When to expand. When to cut back.
Drave couldn’t believe his luck, even though luck favored him like blossoms attracted bees.
“Gonna do anything about it?”

THREE
Sorrenna ignored the crude insolent challenge. From his overwhelming potent smell as he baked in the high tropical sun, she figured he was muscled and male to the core. Sensually arching like a happy cat, she settled even more comfortably in her sand bed, deciding her best strategy was to wait him out. Men like him weren’t noted for their superior patience when dealing with the opposite sex. Still, it was more than annoying that he blocked her sunlight with his obviously huge body. Not one ray touched her skin.
“If I’d wanted shade, I would have brought an umbrella.”

FOUR
Drave had spotted her leaving the flower-prettified bar next to the lobby of his vacation hotel hangout, as he’d been checking in. He’d quickly thrown cash, practically dumped his bag on the bell hop, then stripped down to his suit when his feet hit the sand.
His breath hitched as she moved, tantalizing him brutally with not one thought of doing so. Scenes of her naked and writhing on his bed while he plundered her body with his, exploded in his head. Not to mention his loins exploded to instant need.
Down, he ordered his cock.
“Consider me your sun.”

FIVE
Sorrenna deigned to open one eye. All she saw was tree trunk-sized bronze legs.
After hissing a long impatient sigh, she reluctantly rolled over and wiggled into a comfortable position. It so figured. Finally she’d been able to sneak off on vacation and now this impossible lout wanted to be her ‘sun’. Maybe if she slipped into a nap, maybe if she snored, he’d get the hint pounded through his obviously thick skull like a damn ten inch nail.
Drowsiness seeped into her limbs along with the warmth of the sand. He didn’t leave.
“You’re a damn shade tree. Move.”

SIX
Drave stared at her voluptuous ass, so round and such a blatant invitation, with only a red strip of cloth in his way. He groaned silently. His entire body growled for her, a damn bear claiming a honey-filled tree. He forced himself not to grab his cock, rising like a sentinel on watch in enemy territory.
Front or back, she was the kind of woman a man watched, raised up his on fists, while his cock took her with long pillaging thrusts. While she moaned with extreme pleasure. And let him do whatever he wanted with her.
“I can’t move.”

A LARGE GLASS

SEVEN
Effing annoyed, Sorrenna stifled a massive sigh. Deciding to open one eye, she reluctantly peeked out the corner. Good God! The man’s organ towered like a friggin’ utility pole. Instantly her brain flashed a scenario of her saying, timber, as if she’d just sawed it off and the enormous pole now fell on top of her. Even worse, the ridiculous urge to cover herself with her arm almost caused her to do it. Forcing her casual reach, she idly lifted the corner of her towel, then pressed the electronic waiter.
“Large glass of ice water. As soon as possible, please.”

EIGHT
Ice water. For an instant his brain froze as if she’d just dumped ice water on his head. In another firing of his neurons, he realized that wasn’t the head she was planning on freezing with her large glass of ice water. What the fuck hell now? He wasn’t leaving. His feet wouldn’t move. And, damn, his cock felt like an anchor effectively weighing him down to the spot. Not like he could hoist himself, despite the lack of other patrons, and sail away. Mentally, he shook himself, thinking through the heavy carnal fog.
“Raoul, over here. I’ll get it.”

NINE
Sorrenna froze as if he’d drenched her with a barrel of ice water. Her heart pounded painfully. Now what? The odious beast blocked her sun. And blocked what she’d yearned for since the beginning of summer. To be alone, damnit! On vacation. Fury whipped through her, and she whipped around. Good god, it was even more humongous. Up close. And way too personal. She felt like her eyes crossed as she stared at his cock. Hell, no wonder he couldn’t move. A ton of cock weighed him down. She wanted to ask him if he’d ever considered reduction surgery.
“Leave.”

TEN
Her voice blazed ice and rage, and sliced up his middle. Her gaze trained on his cock, however, had him happier than a callow youth noticed by his first crush. Fuck, her full high breasts still jiggled, barely contained by the red scraps of material. There wasn’t one part of her body his cock didn’t want. Raoul placed the large glass of ice water in his waiting hand, said nothing, and quickly departed. Drave figured he had only three options. Pour the water out. Pour it down his pants. Or let her pour it on his cock.
“Your ice water.”

ELEVEN
Sorrenna snapped her hand forward, grabbed the ice water, and felt it nearly slip from her grip because of the cold sweating glass. Hanging on tightly, she scowled more formidably, as she held up the glass in a warning for him to leave or suffer the consequences. When he stood steadfast, refusing to un-root himself, she rose to her knees. Grinning with dark glee, she targeted his giant cock with her gaze. Slowly, with his torment in mind, she lifted the glass higher and higher, until it hovered directly above the jut of his trunks. Then she poured. Gradually.
“Enjoying?”

TWELVE
Clenching his eyes shut, and chomping his teeth together as if he bit the bullet, Drave let the icy agony take over his body. God. Hell, what ugly pain and what unexpected pleasure. The strange ecstasy stabbed through his cock, then flooded his loins. He quaked inside, the visual of her wrist turning the full glass of water so it spilled in a small stream onto the head of his cock, then the dream-like darkening of his trunks...weirdly, as erotic as hell. Even as the cold burned his balls like hellfire.
Shock, he decided. But fuck, he ‘enjoyed’.
“Yes.”

ANOTHER GLASS?

THIRTEEN
Yes, his answer clanged through her like an antique fire engine bell. She knew it was also an emergency warning. This man was dangerous. Dangerous to her. Dangerous on every level. Although his utility pole cock had diminished in size. Not much. Still, the thrill of some victory bubbled through her veins. Gradually, she surfed her gaze up his body, noting the bloodless clench of his fists. The tough bands of bronze muscle. The dark V of hair on his chest. The swimmer’s breadth of his shoulders. Finally, the determined V shape of his chin.
“Another glass of ice water?”

FOURTEEN
Hell, he didn’t like it. But he’d stand her all day letting her pour whatever she wanted on his begging cock. Even though shards of pain blistered along his length. He felt her slow perusal up his body, as if erotic razor blades cut up his torso. He clenched his eyelids savagely, the image of her lips tasting him, soothing him. First, sliding over his cock’s head. Blood poured into his loins, threatening to raise the sentinel again. Fuck! He wanted to tell her to lower his trunks, to put her sweet sexy mouth on his cock and suck.
“Please.”

FIFTEEN
Damn fucking dangerous. And a glutton for icy punishment. Sorrenna figured, why not? At least, if she couldn’t enjoy the sun, she could perversely entertain herself. Especially, since he seemed so stupidly willing. Dolt. What a dolt head. Actually, from her position, she couldn’t see his head. Only his clean-shaved tanned chin, stalwart, male stubborn. And the big lobes of his ears. But, not his head. Or his cock’s head. Though, the enormous spear-like tip was outlined by his wet trunks.
Sitting back on her heels, she plucked up the e-waiter device.
“Another glass of ice water, extra large, please.”

SIXTEEN
Damn, he shivered inside like a wind-buffeted leaf. Feeling again, the blaze-icy sting of water being poured on his pleading arousal. God, he wanted it again. And he didn’t. He wanted to watch her stream the erotic torture over his cock. But hell, not more than he wanted to jump her lusciously curved bones. Feel her struggle wildly beneath him, as he pleasured her to wanting him so desperately, she writhed like an utter wanton. Against his entire body. Then parted her wet thighs, crying for him to ride her to orgasm, into their oblivion. Theirs, alone.
“Yes, extra large.”

SEVENTEEN
Hell, she’d give his towering manhood its obvious due. It was definitely ‘extra large’. Crap, the whole man was extra large in stature. Or he wouldn’t be blocking her sun so effectively. Damn, she’d need an extra large glass of extra icy water to shrink that son o’ shooting sperm. Sorrenna nearly laughed hysterically. An image of her rolling, holding herself, laughing until her sides hurt grabbed her mind’s eye. Come to think of it, maybe that would cut it down to size. If she suddenly fell over in a screaming fit of laughter. Timber!!!
“Extra large for extra large.”

EIGHTEEN
Even though her voice dripped with a healthy dose of sarcasm, Drave’s ‘extra large’ bobbed appreciatively, straining the waistband of this trunks. Fucking hell, at least, her gaze remained fastened on his brave cock. But was that a suppressed giggle he’d heard? He bent forward, peering past the wet tent of his trunks to study her face. Her shoulders began to shake slightly, as if she controlled herself. She chewed on her cherry-plump bottom lip. And he would have bet a hefty sum, laughter glittered in her eyes. Hysterical laughter. Now the gorgeous swells of her breasts quivered.
“Go ahead.”

EXTRA LARGE LAUGH

NINETEEN
Go ahead? Had she heard right? Her stifled giggles escaped like small bubbles. At first. Her shoulders shook faster. Then her laughter burst free, springing up from deep inside her belly. Louder and louder. Hugging herself Sorrenna collapsed back on her heels. Her laughter erupted uncontrollably, cascades of rising sound. Whenever she managed to open her eyes, she only laughed harder, since the wet jut of his trunks remained impressively the same. Extra large, his cock still towered above her. Although, his balled fists were now white beneath his tan.
Sorrenna laughed as if she hadn’t laughed in ages.
“Timber.”

TWENTY
Timber?! Drave arched one brow, even as he ogled the sheer sexual beauty of her jiggling breasts like a damn deprived pervert. Her uninhibited laughter should have shrunk his libido down to a lesser size, and made his trunks feel a hell of a lot more comfortable. Nope. Like a besotted fool, he relished the sight of her unrestrained reaction to him, even though she howled harder every time she glanced at his unsinkable cock. My god, the delicate, yet lush line of her creamy throat, revealed as she laughed, tempted his mouth to consume her with kisses.
“Timber?...oh.”

TWENTY-ONE
Laughter threatening to split her sides, Sorrenna fell over on her side, her arms wrapped around herself. She rolled back and forth, the hot sand beneath her towel a wonderful cushion, and not a deterrent whatsoever to her unceasing chortles. Faster and faster, she shook with her shrill guffaws. God, it hurt, and she couldn’t make it stop. And it felt good all at the same time. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. Now all she could do was lay weakly on her back, with absolutely no sun shining on her, and laugh.
“Make it stop. Go away.”

TWENTY-TWO
No with a capital N, he wasn’t going away. Yeah, fuck, he could make ‘it stop’. Damn hell, he wanted to make it stop. But she’d never let him near her bed, let alone her precious all-perfect life, if he launched on top of her like a raunchy humping dog, and ravished her to a raw blazing lust. Here. In front of everyone. On a public beach. Not that he’d mind. He didn’t care with her. Truth to God. All he hellfire cared about was her. Having her. Fucking her forever.
“If I go away, I can’t make it stop.”

TWENTY-THREE
If you go AWAY, it will stop, she desperately wanted to shout at the brainless male who looked like he could be a man-bull hybrid. But, her vocal chords refused to cooperate. Nearly exhausted, and boneless as a ragdoll, Sorrenna opened one eye. It was still there and still damned extra large. Helplessly, she vibrated with more chuckles. Some crappy unhappy vacation, she thought, yet, shook with more laughter. God, her sides hurt. Hell, her hand was so limp on her belly, she couldn’t lift it. Damn, except for her uninhibited laughter, her vacation had taken a vacation.
“Get lost.”

TWENTY-FOUR
Lost in you. Lost between your sexier-than-heaven thighs. Lost between the gorgeous swells of your breasts. Yeah, baby doll, I’ll get lost. Lost in you until your pussy begs and bucks for my hammering cock. Drave accepted the giant-sized glass of ice water, the cubes rattling against the sides of the sweating glass as he brought it before his chest. His cock didn’t know whether to shrivel like a coward or do an erotic bobbing happy dance. God, she was the perfect temptress as she lay still, conquered by her own laughter
“You’ll get lost every time I kiss you.”

ICY DOSE...

TWENTY-FIVE
Yeah, sure. In what universe? Yet, her traitorous lips tingled, a tiny bit. It had been ages since she’d kissed a man. Balefully, and with one eye, she stared at the extra large glass of water above the man’s extra proud cock. Rivulets of moisture ran down the sides of the glass. Dripping down his beefy-sized, yet somewhat attractive hand. It was just too damn bad, for her, she’d laughed herself into exhaustion. Or, she could rise up and give his Mr. Extra Large another icy dose of her extreme displeasure. If he handed it over.
“Save me the trouble.”

TWENTY-SIX
Drave fastened his gaze on her, as he’d never done on anyone or anything in his life. Even when facing down the bad guys, holding weapons bigger than he held, who wanted like every fucking hell, to take him apart piece by bloody-dripping piece. Then throw him to the fishes. The urge to turn the glass over, and slowly pour a stream of icy water on her gorgeous middle, then dive down and lap it off her silken skin, before one drop escaped, scorched through him hotter than the sun.
“Hell, I am blocking your sun. You should thank me.”

TWENTY-SEVEN
His words rolled roughly over her flesh. And his bold stare penetrated her like she knew Mr. Extra Large wanted to penetrate her. Still recovering from her laughing fit, Sorrenna considered how to resolve her galling ridiculous situation. Mr. Determined Bull was not the type of man a woman appealed to for mercy from his humping lust. Quirky inspiration struck her the next moment. With the double whammy of her curiosity. Why not? She eyed the water glass for several seconds, then slid her gaze down to his cock. Then up. Then down again.
“Does it look like a bull?”

TWENTY-EIGHT
From her silent communication, Drave nearly dumped the glass of ice water on his own desperate cock, fiercely surprising himself. Still, her question stunned him even more. And he fucking figured, it had stunned her too. By her frozen expression, and the flash of wild fright in her eyes, quickly replaced with defiance. In a fraction of a second, he decided. Gritting his teeth, he slowly saturated the front of his trunks with icy water, outlining his desire for her. His cock complained, aching like fire.
“ Does it look like a bull? Or, am I bull-sized? What do you think?”

TWENTY-NINE
Never had Sorrenna felt so utterly still. She couldn’t feel her breath. For a cock, it did make somewhat of a majestic impression, in all it’s icy soaked glory, she had to admit. Effing hell, not that she knew much about a man’s penis, not being an avid *drooling* connoisseur of the male anatomy. Damn beyond damn, why had she impulsively blurted out a private thought? It had impaled her brain like a lightning bolt? Then leapt from her lips. What was she supposed to do now? Actually answer Mr. Extra Large’s questions?
“More like a marble monument, I think.”

THIRTY
It was his turn to bust a gut laughing. Drave allowed the corners his mouth to curl upwards, briefly. Too bad his ‘marble monument’ ached, burned viciously. Too fucking bad his cock strained toward her like a barbarian who’d finally found a woman after years of deprivation...or, he would let loose. Boom with guffaws. Shake the sun-drenched air. Fall beside her, and quit blocking her sun. Then touch her.
No, his restrained laughter quivered his stomach muscles, because his needy greedy cock ruled. Ready to mount her senseless.
“I’ll donate my marble monument to your private museum. Delivery date?”

DRINKS LATER...

THIRTY-ONE
Enjoying his clever-enough innuendo, Sorrenna allowed a small smile to curve her lips. Damn his giant blocking hide, it might be an invitation, yet his incredible perseverance would likely continue, whether she grinned, or not. He returned her smile in kind. Hell, at least, he looked at her face. Not just her body. Perseverance was a quality she admired, even if Mr. Extra Large’s bullish behavior was boorish in the extreme. In point of fact, she could use a man like him as a silent member of her investigations team.
“Go away now. I’ll have a drink with you later.”

THIRTY-TWO
Her little smile did things to his insides, his best lovers hadn’t done in bed, or wherever they’d fucked. Groaning inwardly, he shut his eyes, her plump beautifully-shaped mouth a torment he couldn’t endure, without straddling her like a mad mating bull, and taking her unwilling lips. God as his witness, he wanted her. Bad. Bad to the bone. His bone of aching cock, that refused to give up hope, it was going for a long sweet hot ride inside her sultry heat. Soon. He groaned inwardly again, a special agony coursing up his torso. A damn drink later...
“Promise?”

THIRTY-THREE
Promise. He wanted her to promise him she would have a drink with him...yes. However, the way he’d spoken it, he also wanted her promise that she would be his willing sexual prize, afterwards. For an instant, she stared unblinking at his stalwart frame, obviously not deprived of the sun’s benefits, since his skin was bronzed. Her eye traveled from his who-cares-if-you-kick-me shins upwards. And, she wished the sex-crazed idiot would, at least, turn to the side, so the sun could shine above the tip of his lance-like cock. So, she wouldn’t be deprived.
“Want a specially engraved invitation?”

THIRTY-FOUR
‘Yeah, written right on the hard length of my cock with your nails, baby doll.’ Fuck, anything to ease the pulsing agony. Her cute little nails carving out a special invitation, seemed a lot less painful, than his unrelieved manhood. Still, Drave liked her grit, hell, almost as much as he liked her beautifully curvaceous body. ‘Like’ being an available word, that barely covered the way he really felt. But, damn, yes, he wanted an engraved invitation from her, simply because it meant she’d show up. And he had to have that.
“Yes. As special as you can make it.”

THIRTY-FIVE
Sorrenna knew crazy hit her like a sledgehammer. Maybe she should count herself lucky, he hadn’t hit her with his built-in sledgehammer. Thwack! If he swung that thing. She’d probably be sent flying. Well hell, at least, he hadn’t flashed the damn thing naked at her. Not yet. She tried to dispel the dense cloud of crazy overwhelming her brain. She really did. Composed and in control, nerves of ice, that was her preferred style...usually. She had her wild, blazing out of control side, the times when she let hair down...
“Kneel down, if you want it really special.”

THIRTY-SIX
Drave knew trouble was about to hit him like a ten ton truck. Hell, trouble was about to back up and roll over him several times, just to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t learn. The ten ton truck being her. The woman he longed to capture beneath him forever. ‘Kneel down’, at her words his cock had beat against his trunks like a savage. What was she going to do? Fuck, order another glass of ice water, then torment his already tormented cock. He sank to his knees beside her, his body desperate for action.
“I want it special.”

GET IT SPECIAL...

THIRTY-SEVEN
You’re gonna get it special, Sorrenna thought. Her jaw firmed, her hands and body tensed for action as he took a few steps, then crashed his knees into the sand beside her. For a delicious moment she was blinded by the sun. Shutting her eyes, she smiled, basking in the paradise she had craved, the warm rays striking her flesh. Until he leaned forward. His enormous shadow fell on her, blocking her sun. Fury seized every particle of her. She whipped around, her hand dive-bombing beneath Mr. Extra Large. Capturing his over-sized balls, she squeezed.
“You have a choice.”

THIRTY-EIGHT
One moment Drave leaned forward, lured by the smile on her lush lips...the next moment she flipped toward him faster than his worst enemy. In slow motion he watched the flight of her small hand as it speared toward his groin, then disappeared beneath the tent his cock made out of his trunks. Before he possessed one thought about evading her strike, her little hand gripped the treasured prize of his balls. She squeezed. His first instinct had been to rip down his trunks, and shove himself toward her in a bid for paradise. But, she meant business.
“Choice?”

December 9, 2008

THIRTY-NINE
Her fury an icy blaze throughout her body, Sorrenna glowered at his enormous mug...actually rather handsome in that overdone way. His jaw was too large, the planes of his face looked like landing strips for a plane. His mouth was formed attractively, she’d grant that. Of course, his eyes had darkened to the point she couldn’t tell what color they were...maybe a steel gray. She knew with certain instinct, he was a man who played to win, knew how to win, despite the harsh realities of the world.
“Leave now. Or I make mincemeat out of your balls.”

FORTY
Fuck, her grip was unrelenting. Yet, an extreme version of paradise. Drave drowned his gaze into the scorching sparkle of her unbelievable sea-colored eyes. After he took in the determined thrust of her little jaw, and the battle firmness of her lips. The thought of her fighting him as a form of sex play traveled through him like a two ton bomb, and only jutted his cock harder toward her. Still, he had a decision to make. It hammered at the back of his brain. And he tried to think, if only for the sake of his balls.
“Go ahead.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Tomorrow, my Big Kittens, the Kougar will be blogging at Title Magic ~ her FIVE PART Serial Flash... Santa Baby, waitin’ just for you...

Summer-Winter smooch from the Kougar...

American Title ~ It's Baaack...

Good evening, my Beautiful Big Cats, it’s that time of year again. No, not just Thanksgiving *oops, the Kougar has neglected to mention what she is grateful for the last few days* ~ then, the holly jolly season of Christmas...NO! it’s time once again, to tune into the AMERICAN TITLE V competition. Yesterday, moi went for a stroll over to ROMANTIC TIMES online, to eagerly check out the finalist’s first lines, then to make that difficult decision...which entry? Does she choose to vote for?
It was tough, since the Kougar had her top three preferences, one being Evonne Wareham’s entry ~ moi’s ATIV buddy, who finaled again this year, a feat never before accomplished. Take a peek at Evonne’s TITLE MAGIC blog today, for an inside look of what it’s like during the roller coaster ride of the American Title competition, sponsored by Dorchester.
Personal Note: Flavia seemed a bit subdued in her comments for this round. Have her fangs been pulled?
Purr-purring gratitude...the Kougar is entirely grateful for her Aunt, who has helped her immensely during the past few years. And! so grateful for all the hugs her doggies let her give them everyday, and their sweet little paw hugs back. She is also grateful it’s not cold today.
Below is an autumn garden picture, the Kougar discovered at
~ http://cottage-garden.org ~ wouldn’t it be loverly? If only there was more time in the day...

Now! Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ a claw snippet from the SPECIAL SECRET PROJECT ~

“God, Wendy. What you do to me.” Clasping her waist with one arm, he lifted her up, and plucked the bottle away from her, while she struggled valiantly against him.
“Horrible, despicable donkey beast.”
She slashed him good with her tone. Shoving her palm against his flank, she shot her flame against his flesh. Quickly, a small cloud of steam surrounded her hand. Zavier tamped down his laughter, but a few rumbling chuckles escaped. Disgusted, she removed her hand, tiny pops of sound bouncing between her palm and his body.
“The only thing you did, honey, was lessen my super libido. Good, since I’m about to cleanse your hair.”
“My new secret weapon,” she blasted back. “Maybe I should fire directly on the target next time.”
“You’d just be firing up the missile, honey. Full speed ahead.”
“So you say. I’d like to flame test it. See if it rises to the occasion.”
“I can’t wait for that test, honey.”
Lowering them into the water, Zavier had no real idea how to handle his wild kitten. Still repressing his amusement, he went on sheer instinct, bringing her to him, so her back pressed against his chest.
“You’re not invincible,” she haughtily slammed him over her shoulder.
“My heart isn’t invincible.”

Autumn kisses from the Kougar...

Black Cat Beauty ~ encounter with a witch

From the land of cold steady rain today, my Beautiful Big Cats, it's good for the tame prairie... meow-however, moi's precious doggies don't like it.

Tomorrow, the Kougar will be blogging on Title Magic ~ Three Magical Good Things ~ is the title. Featured in moi's blog will be Lindsay Townsend's review of ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE, the Kougar's aristocratic fantasy, available from Siren-BookStrand ~

Now for the Big Cool Halloween Cats ~

Black Cat Beauty ~ encounter with a witch
Not the first glimpse, my Pretty Big Kitties...but a private peek at an unedited excerpt from the Kougar’s novella, BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~ coming soon from Liquid Silver Books.
First the blurbie ~

Blurb: A private Halloween party in a gothic mansion hidden in the Hollywood Hills. Add one party crasher, Sable Kiki, a naughty black cat with a sexy wild human side.
Her covert assignment from her devious, always-cunning father: use her seductive wiles to find out the truth from Devon Zant, a movie star on the rise to super stardom.
Posing as the superhero actor, Devon Zant, D’Torr has arrived on Earth seeking revenge for the capture of his younger brother, and to assist in stopping a powerful enemy.
The leviathan warfleet of the Altirrux wants rule of all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D’Torr’s race, and all the inhabitants of the rare blue jewel, Earth.

Excerpt ~ an encounter with a witch

Warning ~ x-rated language

...the woman suddenly appeared, stepping in front of her.
Halting instead of gliding around the woman, Sable ran her gaze up from the stiletto black heels she wore, to the woman’s gaunt face, decorated like an Egyptian cat statue. Unblinking eyes that reminded her of dirty pool water analyzed her face.
"What black arts’ technique did you use?" The woman’s tone spiraled around her, cast from a cauldron spell.
"And why would I share anything with you?" Sable didn’t bother disguising her utter disregard. When she moved to walk away, the woman stepped in front of her again.
"He’s mine." The sinister woman’s voice coiled like a serpent in Sable’s belly.
Placing her fist on one hip, she faced the woman fully. "Is that so?" Sable seized the attacking energy, then twined it around the woman’s throat.
Sinister woman blanched for a moment, her eyes dilating mummy-style before she dispelled the energy, and scowled ruthlessly at Sable.
"I knew it." She growled, her voice like an inner-world gargoyle.
"Knew what?" Sable envisioned batting her head around like a play toy, but didn’t throw the energy at her.
Narrowing her eyes, then pointing a bony finger with a dagger nail that could slice open many a sardine can, sinister woman intoned, "I’m not done, if you’re smart you’ll get out of my way. Everyone gets out of my way...eventually."
Sable idly slid her gaze over the woman’s scarecrow features, her enraged glints for eyes. "If Devon was interested in fucking a woman with a body designed by Skeletor, I would be more than thrilled to send you in his direction." Casually, she regarded her own nails, popping out one claw. "As it is, I would advise you to express your sorcery talents elsewhere."
"Everyone in Hollywood bows before me. I’ve ruined countless careers, and decreed countless others into existence. You’re no match for my sorcery talents, you fat ugly toad." A sparking black cloud emanated from the center of sinister woman’s forehead.
Creating a gale-force wind in her third eye, Sable blew it, dissipating the nasty soupy stuff before it could cause a second’s harm. "Since I have no wish for a career in Hollywood, your dire threat is just so much jibber jabber to my ears." Sable remembered not to flick her ear. Or her tail in haughty satisfaction.
"Do you think your amateurish use of magick can stop me from getting what I want? I can enslave you to my will as easily as crooking my little finger." Demonstrating, sinister woman thrust her Grim Reaper hand in front of Sable’s eyes.
"A big ole’ oops, witchie poo, but you’re too late." Sable languidly tossed her waves of hair. "I’ve already been enslaved. Any advise for removing this collar?"
For an instant, mean ole’ witchie poo gleamed her gaze directly on the collar, then stared at the matching bracelet.
"Want to give it a magickal try?" Sable held up her wrist twisting it in front of the woman’s eyes. To further taunt sinister woman, she glittered the bracelet in the spooky illumination of the neon disco lights. "Maybe a tiny bolt of lightning. Want to try?"
Silent long enough for Sable to hear the lyrics ‘love to love you, baby’ of the sensual disco chant behind her, witchie poo finally looked up from the bracelet. "You’ll regret angering me, you cunt stupid bitch," she snarled, her eyes gleaming greenish streaks of demonic hatred.
Sable smiled widely, her most I’m-going-to-make-you-prey grin. "Spells at dawn? Since I’m the challenger you can choose your favorite weapon from your black arts’ bag of tricks."

HAPPY SPOOKY HALLOWEEN !

Black Cat hiss and kiss from the Kougar...

Tail Frazzled...

Lovely evening, my Beautiful Big Kitties, the Kougar has frazzled her own tail and definitely over done it, so she will attempt to keep this meowing short.
If you remember the launch of sputnik, then you might know why the moi’s tail is extra frazzled.
Yes, thanks to the Kougar’s dad, she witnessed sputnik arc slowly across the night sky, as a wittle girl cub. Now comes the revelation via Richard C. Hoagland on Coast-to-Coast am ~ http://coasttocoastam.com ~, that President Eisenhower allowed the Russians to beat the US of A into space, thus, generating the American will and the funds for the forthcoming heated space race.
Yep, as Richard C, author of Dark Mission ~ http://darkmission.net ~ says: NASA...never a straight answer.
And did you know the Vanguard satellites are still up there circling good ole’ Mother Earth...Google the Vanguard satellites...
It seams, and yowling-yes, there are often seams sewn into garments...and there are also seams in space...never mind how the Kougar girl knows this...however, suffice it to purr loudly...any scientist with an ounce of brains should have realized that the fabric of space would be different, as in physics different, than the Newtonian fabric of material Earth. Come on, any seamstress knows there’s a huge difference between types of fabrics, silk is not cotton...and cotton is not linen...and so forth...physics here is not physics in space...
The real meaning...anti-grav ain’t nothing to accomplish, but we all, as the unloved masses, don’t have it. Nope, it’s the dark oil ages for us peasants.
Okay *hiss, hiss* and flattened ears...never mind, this is just the Kougar’s untamed imagination and the premise for one of her smut novels.
On Title Magic today, Lindsay Townsend, was the Kougar’s guest blogger. Lindsay wrote a lovely blog. Below is the beginning...
Greetings, Title Magicians, today we have a wonderful lady and a most splendid author, Lindsay Townsend, with us who pens remarkable and atmospheric romance novels, the kind of novel you can lose yourself in, and simply be transported to another time and place.
Reading Lindsay Townsend's Flavia's Secret is an opportunity to experience living in Roman times, and to immerse yourself in a love story as it could have occurred in that culture. There is something truly magical about how Lindsay writes, as if she herself is living during the Roman period, observing, then transcribing the story for all of us.

Five Reasons Why I Love the Genre of Historical Romance.

Hello, and thank you to TITLE MAGIC for having me along today! I'm a British writer, living and working in the United Kingdom, mainly in Yorkshire. I'm married and I write full time for Kensington Zebra and Bookstrand of Siren-Bookstrand.
For the rest of the story ~ http://titlemagic.blogspot.com

Flavia’s Secret
Lindsay Townsend
How far dare you trust your lover? Especially when your lover is also your master.....
Spirited young Celtic scribe Flavia longs for freedom. She and her fellow slaves in Aquae Sulis (which in modern England is the town of Bath) have served the Lady Valeria for many years, but their mistress's death brings a threat to Flavia's dream: her new master, Marcus Brucetus, a charismatic, widowed officer, toughened in the forests of Germania. Flavia finds him overwhelmingly attractive, but she is aware of the danger. To save her life and those of her 'family', she has forged a note from her mistress. If the deception is discovered, all the slaves may die.
For his part, torn between attraction and respect, Marcus will not force himself on Flavia. Flavia by now knows of his grief over the deaths of his wife, Drusilla, and their child; but how can she match up to the serene, flame-haired Drusilla?
As the wild mid-winter festival of Saturnalia approaches, many lives will be changed forever.

RED ROSES FOR AUTHORS/REVIEWS
An exciting mystery set in ancient Italy and Rome. The romance between Flavia and Marcus is strong and passionate and the mystery is intriguing. Very enjoyable. 4.5 red roses. Morna
For my Bookstrand titles, on the Sirenbookstrand blog: http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com/ as well as at the publisher’s website: http://www.bookstrand.com
FLAVIA'S SECRET: http://sirenbookstore.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=139

Also, today, moi read a blog by Wendi Darlin, a premier author for Siren-BookStrand, known for her hot cowboy heroes...
Apologies to Wendi, but the Kougar did a *bad* and forgot the exact name of the blogspot...naughty and nice???
Moi’s mew-sings below.
Hi Wendi, thought-provoking blog. I'd adore being able to express all my passions, and the true depth of my passions. But in this world, the way it is, it just ain't possible, unless you want to be locked up in the looney bin with Prozac shoved down your throat.
So I try to walk the balance beam of sharing some of my passions, but keeping a lot of them severely limited.
And, yes, I luv those hottie cowboys too. Everyone needs a fluffy eye candy break!
A big hopefully, the Kougar will get significant writing time on THE SPECIAL SECRET PROJECT this weekend...a kitty wink...sex hawt scene coming up at the end Chapter Three...although, there is a loop chat for the Liquid Silver authors, and moi neglected to pen down which loop...silly kitkat girl...oh well...

The Ken Doll Murders Weren’t Kinky
Heroine: Detective Sorza Krysty Wandcorp
Hero: Leader One Zye Draiden of the Votroque
Earth Year 2036
Pluto Colony City, Morbbeus
Part I ~ on blog dated 8-19-2008
Part II ~
Sorza kept an eye on the team’s work while she walked the perimeter, searching for anything that would tell her how the Ken dolls were dumped here – placed actually. Why they were placed?
No scrap of anything – just like the prior cases. One Ken doll, eventually reanimated, genitalia restored. The next two, lost, their bodies left to the elements of the small frozen desert for too long. Murdered.
"Detective Wandcorp."
His impossibly virile voice summoned her. "Leader One Votroque," she spoke her most respectful tone, pivoted toward him. Slowly she moved the small distance between them. Ignored the fluttery rapid sensations in her belly, her loins, her thighs.
It’s been too long, Sweetheart, he mentally spoke to her.
Not long enough.
"Report, Detective."
His voice was too intimate, caressing her. Sorza quickly outlined her investigation.
"Ken doll." He raised his ebony brows.
Sorza avoided his eyes – dark glowing copper, the whites of his eyes crystalline. He could touch her soul at will. "I’ll search the Earth archives. Probably tons of sentimental data bytes on Ken and Barbie."
"I will accompany you inside the club. Assist your investigation."
Sorza chanced his eyes, scalding him with her gaze. Briefly. "Yes, Leader One, your command."
"My bed," he barely whispered. "Or anywhere, Sorza."
A core of molten ice and heat slithered through her.
"No!" she whispered, turned toward Illy, waiting to speak with her.
The man made her slide into sex blaze. She didn’t like it. Well, she did. She had gone wanton speed with him – the three times he had seduction-tricked her.
She didn’t like his affect on her. True mating was forbidden with him. By decree of his race. In the Earth year 2020 his race, the Yorphyzz, had introduced themselves to human groups interested in contact with OtherWorlders.
Developing an instant fondness for Earthers, human, human-animal hybrids, cyber humans, the Yorphyzz had assisted those desiring it, to escape the numerous political turmoils, the natural disaster hardships – basically hiring them as workers, assistants on several of their planetoid realms. Also, inviting their art cultures.


Tail-frazzled smooch from the Kougar...

Angel Speak ~ 4:44

Yowsa, Wowsa, Big Cats ~ another sacred synchronicity. Today the Kougar was posting on Just Another Paranormal Monday about the release date of When a Good Angel Falls. At precisely 4:44pm tame prairie time, moi hit the 'publish post' button.

In angelic numerology according to Dr. Doreen Virtue, world renown angel reader, the number ~444 ~ is that moment when your angels want your attention and speak to you, download their messages, in current vernacular.

Roaring another WOW! For you, my blessed Big Cats, the Kougar's Title Magic blog posted today. It's all about the number: FOUR.

What is Magical about August 13?

Let’s see now, what is magical about August 13, 2008 ~ it’s Wednesday the 13th, not Friday the 13th, which may be a very magical day for some, especially if your story is halloween spooky with lots of naughty tricks or treats.
August is an 8 month in numerology, meaning all things material, money and what looks good, or appearance makes the woman or man. The day is a 4 (1+3) which denotes stability, the four corners or what you build a future on, whether an event or a decision. This is a 1 year ~ numero uno ~ ‘we are number one’ is the attitude.
What does it all add up to in numerology? This is a 4 day (8+4+1 = 13 = 4). So NOT my best numbers, yet very magical in the realm of the practical, bringing forth a stable future and making good decisions.
Okay, what’s really magical about the day for me is ~ ta-da! This is my release day for When A Good Angel Falls. This story is truly a labor of love on several levels, especially on a the spiritual level, for me.
Being an avid listener of Coast-to-Coast am, night talk radio, famous for its paranormal topics ~ the subject of 2012, the end of the Mayan calendar ~ is one of the hottest conversations going, and only gets hotter as we come closer and closer to what some people refer to as the endtimes.
So, what if? What will occur on that magical and mystical winter solstice date of December 21, 2012 ~ that final day of the Mayan calendar?
Well, I’m here to tell ya, my imagination couldn’t resist the fun of answering that question. No, indeedy, my muse was transformed into a crystal ball, and I forged ahead into the mists of the near future.
And thus, When a Good Angel Falls was born. This is Sedona and Volcano’s story as they travel to Maya Toga Days in LA.
Truthfully, this story was not only a delicious adventure and a fun passionate love story to write, it was also darkly disturbing, since all is not angel brightness in our world. The dark force rises just like Darth Vader rose to power in Star Wars. And that is the evil Sedona and Volcano must overcome to save Earth for humanity.

Blurb: When a Good Angel Falls
Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar
What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down? Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp? Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal, with the hope her death will be quick? Or does Sedona trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her? Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges from the darkness astride a super-speed black motorcycle.
Is he her savior from the brutal hell of end times, or is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
Sent from heaven to help her save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

Page Link ~ http://www.bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar/wagaf.asp ~

What do you think ~ December 21, 2012, just another day? Just one more winter solstice...

Angel speak smooch from the Kougar...

Growl Up a Storm ~ ?

Summer evening greetings, all Big Cats...the Kougar is un-blurring her eyes from a catnap. A very well deserved catnap since her sleep habits, such as they are, have been severely interrupted by finishing up Black Cat Beauty and e-winging the Halloween Tail or Tale off to submission-landia, where hopefully moi's novella will find a home. Meow-yowl, was this story trick or treat fun to claw-pen...mostly. There were only a few caramel apple sticky parts, but growl up a storm, they were a super-glued mask that didn't want to come off.

Hmmmm...growl up a storm, perhaps the Kougaress's next Big Cat shifter tale, or is that tail, as in Tiger by the Tail???

To shift paths, my Beautiful Big Cats, moi has a final divine run through of When a Good Angel Falls from Siren-BookStrand...before her angelic 2012 story is released. Excitement purring! rrraorrrr...lots of excited purring! Rev up your super-charged black motorcycles for this futuristic adventure romance.

Also, on the paw-penning horizon, a new project which must remain completely mysterious, and may or may not come to super hero fruition...moi will dive in with the pen and give it her best...assuming an unexpected or or expected speed bump doesn't take her out.

On Title Magic today Evonne blogged wonderfully, and when doesn't she blog wonderfully, about time travel...one of the Kougar's absolute fave topics!

And yesterday Mel blogged about the Abused TBR, in which moi's title was mentioned, and for which the Kougar plants a e-smooch on Mel's cheek.

Moi' mew-sings below for both blogs ~

Mel, that was too good. I was reading that fabulous title, thinking how much I luved it, then you mentioned Murder by Hair Spray!
What am I reading? I'm reading and editing Black Cat Beauty right now.

P.S. I need to get a copy of 'said' great title. It looks wonderful.
Time travel is endlessly fascinating. I love time traveling through books and movies. What could be more fun than Back to the Future...well, never mind. Actually, there are an infinite possibility of fun scenarios.
Terry, I'm with you. I love those historical sites, and got to experience Colonial Williamsburg.
Okay, I could pen pages and pages. One of my fave time travel notions is as a type of OverSight or OverSeer. That is, I could travel back to the beginning of Earth as a planet, and watch life unfold from the beginning up to the present time. Without being trapped in any particular period of time.
Anitra, I never saw Red Dwarf. That sounds good. And funny.
Anyone hear the name John Titor before? or past, present and future?
Cool, cool blog, Evonne!

Black cat smooch from the Kougar...

Baby ~ the Alien

Okay, my hep Big Cats, the Kougar had another blog planned for today. However...meow instead, just enjoy this pic of Baby, the Alien, who is alive and well at the Roswell UFO Festival.

Here's the link for all the pics ~

http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/Roswell-UFO-Festival/ss/events/tr/061107roswellnewmex/im:/080706/480/069e100a27434b8bb88954ab04b6c518/#photoViewer=/080703/480/f519e69014bc43cabaee33808bc7d34e

And enjoy this snipped from moi's current WIP ~

"What are you going to do? Heat me up with your dynamite super sex appeal?" Her blood on bubbly sizzle from him and their soaring flight, Sable took another look downward. The mountain peaks shone like gargoyle lairs, higher and more jagged.

Finally, take leisurely walk over to Title Magic and enjoy Lexie O'Neill's introduction of herself. Moi's mew-sings below.

Hi Lexie, nice pic. Good idea about intros. Although, I'm not sure, at this point, the best way to accomplish them.
It sounds like from what you said about your rejection letters, that your novels would fit a niche market more than mainstream. Have you explored small print publishers who are successful with your type of stories?

Summer livin' smooch from the Kougar...

Jimi Gaskin, O He of the Cute Smile

Big Kool Kats, O He of the Cute Smile ~ Jimi Gaskin is a guest at Title Magic ~ titlemagic.blogspot.com ~ This is Helen's intro

Jimi Gaskin, Feeling Poetic! Posted by Helen Scott Taylor at 1:08 AM
I'm delighted to welcome James Gaskin as our guest blogger today. Jimi was one of the runners up in Mr. Romance 2008 at the Romantic Times Convention. We had the pleasure of meeting him in Pittsburgh, and he is very much a gentleman of the old school. During the Mr. Romance contest he played a British Lord from one of Bonnie Vanak's historical romances and I think he has found his niche.
Jimi gives us a glimpse into his romantic soul with his thoughts on the meaning of life, in a poem.

Moi Mew-sings below...

Hawaii...oh my, I got to visit once. Maui was peaceful and spectacularly beautiful. I loved just walking around, looking at the scenery and garden yards, and, of course, the ocean. I actually got to ride a horse through a pineapple plantation and along the beach. One dream come true.

Tomorrow, my Beautiful Big Cats, the Kougar will be blogging on Title Magic ~

Tangerine Magic is the title, and moi will presenting for the first time, a final edit excerpt from her OtherWorld stallion shifter adventure (erotic romance) novella, Tangerine Carnal Dreams ~ coming from Aspen Mountain Press.

Kisses to Jimi and all those with cute smiles, from the Kougar...

Needed Eye Candy Break

Entirely for the Kougar's lusting entertainment, my Big Kitties, this pic of Adrian Paul. Rrroarrr, how ya doin', handsome Highlander?

Indeed, moi had to sneak out of her deep dark edit's cave...just for this eye candy break.

Meow okay, okay, you twisted the Kougar's tail. Just for you, Big Angel Cats...one little tiny tasty tidbit of the Kougar's revisions for When a Good Angel Falls ~ BookStrand Publishing ~

"At least get under the covers."
He made a grand production of rising, pulling the covers back, and getting in, then waiting expectantly.
"Do I have to rest with you?" Her irritation felt like effing razor blades.
"Energy infusion. You’re going to need it," he seriously spoke, and tempted.
"Sure, I bet you offer that to all the fallen angels." Sedona flounced toward him, intuitively knowing he spoke the truth. Knowing from previous experience he could achieve it. She let the blanket fall, then lifted up the covers sliding in. "This is completely awkward. And my hair is still wet."

For Mai's fave book reviews stroll on over to Title Magic ~ titlemagic.blogspot.com ~, Lovely Big Cats. It's summer and reading is easy!

The Darkest Pleasure

By Gena Showalter

Worth Any Price

By Lisa Kleypas

The Very Thought of You

By Lynn Kurland

Unmasqued
By Colette Gale, An Erotic Novel of The Phantom of the Opera

Tired smoochie from the Kougar...

Title Magic Welcomes Chris Winters ~ Mr. Romance, 2008

Hi! Beautiful Big Cats, if you would like MORE than just to gaze longingly at Chris Winters, come on over to Title Magic ~ titlemagic.blogspot.com ~

Not only does Chris speak about how he loves to ‘touch’ his woman, but his current writing project is utterly fascinating.

Here is a snippet of Helen’s interview with Chris:
When we were in Pittsburgh in April for the Romantic Times Convention, some of us had the pleasure of meeting Chris Winters, Mr. Romance 2008. Chris is more than a handsome face and yummy body, he’s a lovely guy with a great sense of humor. Today we’re delighted to have Chris visiting us on Title Magic to answer our questions to give us a little insight into what makes him tick!

Moi's mew-sings below.

Helen, thanks for asking that last question!

Chris, there is so much in your blog that is thought-provoking. And since Wonder Woman is your fantasy, I'll forget my Redhead question. However, as a woman I luv your answer.

Regarding your current WIP, are you coming from what some would call the Anti-Christ?One reason I ask, is pure curiosity. The other reason I ask is because my 2012 futuristic, When a Good Angel Falls, coming out from BookStrand (when I can get to the edits) -- deals with similar themes, only the romance is front and center, of course.

You are such a fascinating person, it would be just lovely to talk with you.

Kisses to Chris Winters from the Kougar...

Big Fat Toadie of Summer

Beautiful Big Cats, meow-hopefully a quickie blog today. Since it looks like Blogger is about to pull the proverbial cyber plug.
A couple of days ago the Kougar had a lovely short visit with an adorable big fat toadie. Toadie made her way into moi's lair causing quite a frantic ruckus with the Kougaress's beloved doggies. Imagine if you will....huge yipping crazy carrying ons...the Kougar flips on the light. And sitting there is a toad. A large plump toad. Moi springs into action attempting to rescue toadie before she's harmed. Picture the Kougar in a long t-shirt grabbing up a large tuna tin can and following the now hopping toadie. While praying she could catch the plump wartie cutie. Success, adorable toadie allowed moi to coax it inside the tin, which was barely large enough for brave toadie. After cooing and gazing into the sweet dark eyes of Ms. Toadie, it was time for release. It took a bit of convincing but toadie finally sprang away, out the back door...hopefully to enjoy a happy toad life.
Okay, the Kougar has always thought toads were adorable, ever since seeing the babies and the biggies in her basement well window as she was growing up.
Today on Title Magic Lexie discussed editing and the writing process. Summer slink on over, Big Kitties. Moi's mew-sings.
Hi Lexie, I'm envious of your page count too! Glad you're getting time to write.
That is so cute about your daughter. And, truth to tell, that's been my experience on the road less travelled. All the beasties and meanies are lurking to take their turn at devouring me. And, oh! do they! sometimes.
Omygosh, if I went through your editing process, my eyes would be spinning back into my head.
Not that I don't edit. I'm darn ruthless with certain elements of a story and how it's put together. I want it to sing and live for me. To be intense with color and passion, the passion of life, not just romantic passion -- but, that too.
Lexie, you made a good point about sometimes there is too much 'showing'. That can take away from the story for sure.
Your blog is very timely for me. I just spent last night on the second edits for Tangerine Carnal Dreams. The most intense editing process so far, because I ventured out on the road less traveled with my intentional POV shifts.
Oh well...but I am thankful the book is coming together and is definitely a much better story. Thank you, to my editor. Hopefully, I'll get the last chapter done today, and get it sent back.

Air kisses for Toadie and from the Kougar...

What's Worse than a RITA Cat Fight?

Meeeowww-phssst! Big Cats! What's worse than a RITA finalists cat fight? It's here. On Youtube ~ Trash Talking Romance Novelists: Bring on the RITAs, baby! ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2UXH_LWkic ~

Okay, the Kougar had a yowl-huge laugh fest over this one. And did moi ever need it after compiling her six scavenger hunt questions for the BIG DAY! When? About what? you politely mewing-ask? Why roar and prepare to fun-soar, it's the Siren-BookStrand membership drive on June 28. And yours truly Kougar Kat will being playing hostess with the least mostest on the chat loop for a few hours, which is accessible by claw-clicking on the Siren-BookStrand banner, located on the left.

Big Cat Congrats to Valerie T, who won a PDF copy of Red Lioness Tamed, because she successfully answered moi's trivia question about the animated version of Catwoman.

Just for your entertainment, my exceptional enchanting kitties, the beginning and only the first draft of moi's WIP ~ Absolute Sacrifice
Heroine: Karlisamio of the Sujyon World ~ Kar ~ Karlisa
Hero: Prince Commander Dronth Zexxer of the Vault-Realm
May 2, 2008
Kar bit the inner flesh below her lip drawing blood as she regally strode through the generous corridors of the Vault-Realm’s flagship. She was about to lose a piece of her soul. She was about to do what she never believed in a million yerrns she would ever do. Not in her worst scenario thoughts. Her outward appearance was one of utter calm and utter resolve, even as she continued biting her sore bloodied flesh. Even as her heart pounded too loudly, too rapidly. And all she wanted to do was close her eyes and collapse. Be dragged somewhere. Anywhere.
Still, her feet moved with flowing precision. Her shoulders were back, and her body moved proudly, a natural showing of her heritage and her nature. Her long stately gown, of the purest platinum thread, gracefully swept the floor behind her. Her blood thrummed through her, yet it felt as though ice particles owned her flesh.
Behind her, three of the flagship officers followed in attendance, a custom she didn’t understand, but seemed of utmost importance to the Yuilgurri, an ancient celestial peoples with god-like abilities and advanced technologies far beyond the comprehension of her world’s scientists and engineers, even the Union’s hidden technologies.
With icicles stabbing her drumming heart, Kar entered the formal chamber. Since the Yuilgurri were all so similar to her eye, her gaze flicked to the badge rank of the One hearing her beseechment, the One standing with serene power on the plain half-circle dais, a pale luminous gray. Taller, slimmer than her race, they were radiant silvered-flesh beings without one hair on their physiques. Their heads were perfect elongated ovals and their eyes, as she had witnessed, were minimally varying shades of deepest midnight purple.
Because of the emerald tint of his platinum hide, The One Who Decides, as the badge revealed, was of a male gender. Her heart leapt into her throat, hope and a severe anxiety, given he was of highest rank, and could offer an immediate decision or pronouncement. The Yuilgurri were strict in enforcing merit advancements as opposed to political or popular appointments. And while on duty wore the same body skimming uniforms, pearled white with a sheen of stardust. Off duty, they often indulged in the most outrageous colors and color combinations, with fashion designs that could have rivaled the galactic gypsy outpost parties.
Refusing to shut her eyes briefly as she approached, Kar attempted to swallow down the thump thump of her heart in of her throat. She squared her her shoulders, lifted her chin a fraction higher, and stiffened her resolve. Her life was no doubt over. At least, as it had been. Most of her own people would turn against her, once they learned...whatever the outcome of her fiercely desperate plea. It was for this reason, she had donated most of her possessions and not renewed the life spans of her beloved pets.
Halting upon the small lit circle before the One Who Decides, she waited, not meeting his gaze. Yet, she felt the energy flow of his perusal, deliberative, assessing. Patient. Annoyingly, her heart still hammered, and she noticed in the corner of her eye a humanoid male. He was of impressive bulk, his natural carriage one of command.
A race unknown to her, his physique was similar to the men of her race, as she could observe. The difference, he was larger in build, his height taller. The breadth of his bull-muscled chest would have been the envy of many men in her world. And the coloring of his skin reminded her of deeply tanned rawhide. Whereas her own skin coloring was nearly as the pale as the white pearl uniforms of the Yuilgurri.
Why he was allowed this attendance she could not own one guess. At least, he was a focal point, a distraction from her wildly thrumming nerves. His hair was thick, springing boldly up from the crown of his head. Cropped neatly below his ears, it was a dark deep shade of copper. The carved prominence of his jaw caught her eye next, and she wondered about the color of his eyes.
"Karlisamio of the Sujyon World, why have you come to us?" the One addressed her, speaking her language flawlessly.
"I would beg your assistance in aiding the innocent and good people of my world against those of blackest heart and soul. The current ruling darkness, the evil that has swept across every continent of my planet-world, has become an infestation in every individual state. And so oppressive, it becomes impossible to effect change without taking up gun and sword, or any available defense and weaponry. Even if the evil is eradicated, and justice restored. The horrors brought to bear against them, the innocent, would be a massive slaughter. In truth, I cannot bear the thought. And in further truth, my anger could rival any volcano. I grow weary of the innocent suffering at the hands of those who should know the suffering of a justice claimed against them, instead. Therefore, I come before you. I bow before your wisdom." Kar bowed at the waist, waved her hand in a gesture of ultimate respect, as was the custom of the Yuilgurri.
Long moments passed as Kar waited. She knew her breaths arrived and departed, yet she could not feel her body, nor the satin formal stiffness of her gown against her skin. What she could hear was the breathing of those around her, the three attendants, two other Yuilgurri officials standing on either side of the dais, and him, the man. Their breathing seemed to roar in her ears, or perhaps, it was the sound energy of their telepathic conference.
"Karlisamio of the Sujyon World, indeed, it is never our way to interfere with the growth lessons of any sacred-conceived world. True, at the invitation of a world’s citizens and the divine counsel of our own High Mind, we have taken certain actions deigned to restore a more spiritual balance. However, such an action is decidedly rare. I will tell you, daughter of the Interplanetary Ambassador Grevorz, we, and several other of the Confederate Worlds, are exceptionally concerned with the unbalance of your world. Not only for the welfare of your innocent citizens, but how the ‘unbalance’ now takes it toll on our Galaxy Whole. That being spoken, how would you have us proceed?"

Launch on over to Title Magic ~ titlemagic.blogspot.com ~ , Big Kitties. Anitra is talking about an astoundingly prolific reviewer residing at Amazon Books. Yeah, and check out the puking pumpkin. Moi's mew-sings:

Shows you where my head is -- I didn't even a 'Harriet Klausner' existed.
Gee, if she ever reviews one of my books, I'll know to hit the ignore or giggle button.
I did do a Google search last night because Rachel at Liquid Silver recommended to do a check every month, to see if your books are reviewed. I didn't find any reviews, but I did find All Shades of Blue Paradise listed beautifully and with it's own page on ParaNormal Romance ~ paranormalromance.org/reviews/book ~ with an Amazon link. My book was awaiting it's review, a possibility which may never occur. But it looked darn cool there.
It seems to me Harriet Klausner is a perfect name for a reviewer, designed to stick in your memory banks. So, gosh only knows what's really going on -- one mad hair-frazzled librarian who is going for infamous status -- or just a fluff promo designed to sell books???
Neat blog, Anitra

Siren smooch from the Kougar...