Werewolf Friday Five

From Linda Godfrey ~ the dogman ~

Oh, my Big Kittens, the sun as it set today was a glorious ball of red-pink flame... one of those absolutely amazing colors the Kougaress relishes, but rarely sees. The sunset, itself was sweet, a pastel wash of color... but Mr. Sol, omygoodness, did he show himself off!
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No, not the Kougar’s Werewolf Friday Five... this one belongs to shapeshifter author, Serena Shay, over at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ and is it ever just darn fun and quirky fab... here’s the beginning...

Five Reasons NOT to Dine With A Werewolf...

Good Friday Morning, Friends...

One more day and it's the weekend again! So I thought we'd do a little Friday Five, just for fun. Below is my list of five reasons NOT to dine with a werewolf...
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Meow, yes, it’s probably Saturday as you’re perusing this bloggie... yowls, have a delicious-cream weekend, my Big Beautiful Cats... Still, the Kougar couldn’t resist letting all the cool cats know about a good Friday thing.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Here is a public response from Harlequin about Harlequin Horizon ~

Harlequin was very surprised and dismayed to receive notice late yesterday that the RWA has decided that Harlequin is no longer eligible for RWA-provided conference resources. We were even more surprised to discover that the RWA sent a notice to its membership announcing this decision, before allowing Harlequin to respond or engage in a discussion about it with the RWA board. Harlequin has been a significant supporter of the RWA for many years in several ways, including:

• financial sponsorships at the annual conference

• sending editors to the national and regional chapter conferences throughout the year to meet with and advise aspiring authors and participate in panel discussions on writing

• celebrating our authors, most of whom are RWA members, annually with the largest publisher party at the conference.

It is disappointing that the RWA has not recognized that publishing models have and will continue to change. As a leading publisher of women's fiction in a rapidly changing environment, Harlequin's intention is to provide authors access to all publishing opportunities, traditional or otherwise.

Most importantly, however, we have heard the concerns that you, our authors, have expressed regarding the potential confusion between this venture and our traditional business. As such, we are changing the name of the self-publishing company from Harlequin Horizons to a designation that will not refer to Harlequin in any way. We will initiate this process immediately. We hope this allays the fears many of you have communicated to us.

We are committed to connecting with our authors and aspiring authors in a significant way and encourage you to continue to share your thoughts with us.

Sincerely

Donna Hayes

Publisher and Chief Executive Officer

Harlequin Enterprises Limited
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The Kougar’s Grrrrr.... this may be somewhat helpful to Harlequin’s contracted authors and may offer more clarity for aspiring authors... however, as one author put, to paraphrase... you can call a pile of manure a rose, but it’s still a manure.
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Correction ~ on the October 25, 2009 blog by the Kougar, Flash of the Graveyard Dagger ~ an error was made about the pic ~ the artist is Ashley Wood (from his book "Popbot"), not Jeremiah Wishon, who contacted moi about the mistake.
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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 328 ~

Sylva let herself dive into Zeke’s gaze. She surrendered to the deep fires of conviction she witnessed. At least, for now. For now she could believe. It was all there in depths of eyes, in his soul. “You belong to me as my beloved wife. Nothing will ever change that, Sylva. The passion between us has just begun. One day, one week, one month at a time, we’ll grow together and learn more about our desire for each other as husband and wife.” Her cowboy softly grazed her cheek with his thumb pad and Sylva melted, part of her unfroze.

Zeke wandered in the sparkling azure blue that was his Sylva’s eyes. She wanted to believe his words. Her trust for him had already come a long way since he’d roped her. Still, he realized, the journey would be a long one in gaining his woman’s full trust. As his father always said, ‘A man who acts trustworthy becomes trustworthy to those who matter in his life’. Slowly, gently, he pressed a kiss on her lips. “How about snuggling up with me, darlin’? Til our stomachs rumble for breakfast?” She gave a delicate nod. ”You do feel damn good, cowboy.”
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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 ~ 327 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through September 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~ GRATITUDE BLOGS ARE HERE!
Friday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ Gratitude and Romantic Sassitude
Tuesday ~ Linda Blanche ~ Lady of the Stars is a Finalist in the EPIC 2010 EBook Competition! ~ My big news! ~
Monday ~ Guest Blogger ~ Gem Sivad ~ Why Read a Western?
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THE PINK BLOG ~ SPECIAL DAYS ARE HERE!
Thursday ~ L.K. Hunsucker ~ Off The Moon: Home – A Special Fit ~ “A big Hello to Lindsay and all the Romantics. Is it me or does that sound like a music group?”
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ How Special is December 21, 2012... the end of the Mayan Calendar?
Tuesday ~ Linda Blanche ~ Lady of the Stars is a Finalist in the EPIC 2010 EBook Competition! ~ My big news! ~
Monday ~ Kimm Walker: 'A Life Less Lost' - a memoir ~ ‘You should consider carefully how you wish to spend what time you might have left with James.’
Sunday ~ Chelle Cordero ~ Final Sin was selected as a 2009 Pushcart Nominee
And I am soooo excited I wanted to share the news.
Friday ~ Lindsay blogs ~ What's your tipple? “I love tea (well, I am English!). I drink lots of tea, especially when I'm writing.”
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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Friday ~ Serena blogs ~ Five Reasons NOT to Dine With A Werewolf...
Wednesday ~ Crystal blogs ~ Making Our Heroines Endearing ~ “A couple of days ago I started reading a book by a well known author.”
Tuesday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ Gratitude or Assitude? ~ “This is a time of gratitude, of being thankful for those individuals and things that make our lives worthwhile.
However, to go with my thought, gratitude or assitude?” ~
Monday ~ Francesca blogs ~ Seeking Truth finaled in the EPPIES!!!
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ Two men on the moon? ~ Phoebe~ “Liquid Diamonds, two men on the moon, a weird location that maybe wasn’t the moon, and now a big round chamber inside a cave and OMG, was this a gag?” ~ RomanticSynonymous ~
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Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~

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No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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PLEASE! Darling KitKats, if you have any thought about taking the flu shot/swine flu shot, please! Read the insert first, not just the info sheet.
ALSO! *Private* contracts with the vaccine suppliers require that any deaths or injuries not be reported. Plus, all the vaccine companies are immune from being sued for injuries and death due to their vaccines.
Yes, please! Let the privileged have the Kougar’s designated flu shot.
And! DO NOT BELIEVE ANYTHING THE FDA TELLS YOU!
Dr. Sherri Tenpenny ~ http://drtenpenny.com/the_truth_about_the_flu_Shot.aspx ~
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Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Five big smoochies from the Kougar...

Werewolf Bitten... temporarily...

Yep, werewolf bitten... temporarily, my lovely Big Kats. The Kougar attempted to find a scene from the TV show, Hercules, starring Kevin Sorbo, where he is chained by some villain for her new post at HAPPILY EVER AFTER. Nope, no success. However, she did find the movie poster for DON’T CRY WEREWOLF.
Why look a gift wolf in the snarling mouth? So, moi wrote her SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog for Tuesday, November 10 ~ using snippets of her own wolf shifter WIPs ~ Secret Lives of Fortunate Wolves, The Black Wolf’s Prophetess and Moonrise of the Fairy Wolf. Also included, is a new installment for the New Bull in Town.
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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 317 ~

Sylva shivered so much she felt embarrassed. Zeke turned, cradling her closer. “Nazis on my Earth were a blip in our history. Though, it sounds like the same group is operating in whatever form they can.” Burrowing inside his embrace, Sylva nodded against his chest. “So, my nightmare could be real, or partially real. God, you feel good, cowboy.” Her husband rumbled a sound that did wonderful sexy things to her insides. “I think, darlin’, it was real, but played out on an astral level.” His tone was so thoughtfully serious, Sylva glanced up. “What are you going to do?”

Zeke absently stroked his Sylva’s arm, pondering. “First, I’m committing everything you said to memory. I’ll record it later. Second, I think I’ll let what we’ve talked about settle a bit inside my head, let the water clear of silt as we say. Third, I think we both need some more rest, some cozy time with each other. It’s still raining outside and my body is feeling downright lazy, if not my mind.” Reaching downward, he gripped the comforter, pulling it over them. “Those bee men,” she murmured, “I can’t get them out of my head. I mean, their images.”
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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 ~ 316 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through September 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~ GRATITUDE BLOGS COMING SOON!
Monday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ Bound by Erotic Romance
Saturday ~ Lindsay blogs ~Time for a roaring fire ~ “After a rainy and recession-dampened Bonfire Night in my neck of the woods, I began to think wistfully of enormous medieval fireplaces, logs cut from the woods by peasants in grubby tunics, the warm glow of a winter fire.”
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THE PINK BLOG ~
Thursday ~ A Horse with a heart: from Francesca Prescott
He was coming down the long side of the arena the first time I saw him.
Tuesday ~ Linda Acaster: Torc of Moonlight ~ “Do we ignore the history so close beneath our feet because it is dead, or because we fear it might rise again?”
Monday ~ Chelle blogs ~ People do scary things... ~ “By scary things, I mean not nice things, dangerous things - evil even. And we writers capitalize on those nasty doings.”
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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Saturday ~ Paris blogs ~ Pay it Forward! ` “This has been an exciting, rewarding and crazy year!”
Friday ~ Serena blogs ~ I Only Talk To Them Out Loud When I'm By Myself... ~
“Wow, it's Friday again, time is flying by faster than I can keep up. October seems to have flown by on its multicolored broomstick.”
Thursday ~ Welcome Eva Gordon! ~ “Please welcome teacher, author and animal sanctuary volunteer, Eva Gordon.”
Wednesday ~ Crystal blogs ~ I Will Never Kill My Hero. Unless... ~ “If you saw my last post about Primeval, let me just say I’VE CHANGED MY MIND!”
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story by the Kougar ~ When you see it, say ‘Rachel’ ~ “Kallyn flew faster, yet saw nothing ahead of her, except the driving sheets of rain.” ~ RomanticSynonymous ~
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Weekly Angelic Forecast from Volcano

Straight from the Carnal Cherub himself...

Angelic Forecast ~ #62

The forthcoming week follows in the steps of the previous week. Opportunity to grow your dreams continues. There is a golden light enveloping Mother Earth, there to be used by all of us in furthering our lives to the benefit of everyone. The dark forces seek to obscure this light, this golden opportunity, by creating horrendous distractions, by placing mountainous obstacles in our way. By using their foul energies to darken our world and foster chaos.
Grow your dreams. Grow your souls. And remember to love one another.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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MORE... Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~

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No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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PLEASE! Darling KitKats, if you have any thought about taking the flu shot/swine flu shot, please! Read the insert first, not just the info sheet.
ALSO! *Private* contracts with the vaccine suppliers require that any deaths or injuries not be reported. Plus, all the vaccine companies are immune from being sued for injuries and death due to their vaccines.
Yes, please! Let the privileged have the Kougar’s designated flu shot.
And! DO NOT BELIEVE ANYTHING THE FDA TELLS YOU!
Dr. Sherri Tenpenny ~ http://drtenpenny.com/the_truth_about_the_flu_Shot.aspx ~
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Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Werewolf bitten smooch from the Kougar...

Storms, Digging Trenches & Werewolfen Mystery

Evening-meow, Big Beautiful Cats. With the ferocious storms rolling across the tame cattle prairie, the Kougar has resorted to digging trenches, just so her precious canines will remain high and dry in their yard. What moi wouldn't give, except for the lack of actual cash, for one of those little cute cat digger-scooper machines, so she could add a decorative stream and refill a small pond area ~ and, thus, solving two problems at once. Or catching two birds with one stone. Indeed, one of the Kougaress's most fave things to do in life.

On Monday, June 16, moi's author interview for Authors and Books will be posted, courtesy of Renee Knowles, Siren author of the new series, Pleasure, Inc. Thank you, Renee!
Renee Knowles
Sensual, Sassy and Slightly Sinful
Going Topless--"A must read."--Euro-Reviews Out Now! Siren
Guilty Pleasures--Summer 08 Siren
Courting Trouble--Regency Historical--July 23rd! Wild Rose Press
www.reneeknowles.com

And now, for your continued reading enjoyment ~ Part IV of Chapter One ~ Secret Lives of Fortunate Wolves

In no time , they stood within, dripping. He flipped on the lights, carefully scanning the room before he moved within.
"Two people," he spoke. "Man and woman. The woman is not Trista."
"The man is human I take it – your sense of smell," she answered, when he glanced down at her. So briefly, she thought she imagined the wolfen gleam in his eyes.
"Yes, Keira. And those blonde hairs static-clinging to the drape. Trista is a medium brunette."
"Could have been a previous guest." Keira slightly shrugged. "Don’t watch those crime shows for nothing."
"Yes." Laughter edged his voice. "But we don’t get that many guests. The hairs are too recent – my keen sense of smell," he teased over her, the pleasure of velvet on her senses.Then he was slowly moving, inspecting every nook and cranny of the typical room, too typical room. Finally, he inspected the tiny bathroom area, Keira on his heels.
"What do you feel, Keira?" he asked, carefully opening drawers.
"I feel..." She closed her eyes, allowing her intuitive sense to flow, to communicate. "I feel romance – new, light-hearted, fun – then anxiousness, extreme anxiousness. Rob pacing – not knowing what to do – then receiving a call on his cell. I feel confusion. – He’s in danger, isn’t he?"
"I believe so. This is partially addressed to you – is it not?"
Keira snapped her eyes open, stared at the envelope he held out to her. Grabbing it, she looked at the front. It was her partial address – but there was nothing inside. Her frightened eyes flew back up to the Werewolf Marshall.

"Dinner," he softly spoke. "No, Keira – don’t think I betray you."
"What then, Marshall?"
"Dinner because it’s a practical matter. Dinner because there are those I can talk to – find out more information. Dinner because it makes you accepted. By my world."
She shivered. Slightly on the outside. Violently on the inside.
"Your world," she murmured. "Dinner with you – that’s what makes me ‘accepted’. Isn’t it? – No, I won’t ask more questions. Although I know there are tons more. Only! because I want to find Robert."
She whirled. Tucking the envelope inside her half-soaked blouse, she marched outside to his car. Avoiding the largest puddle, she jerked open the door. But he was inside the car before she – it spooked her. Spooked her to greater high strangeness.

Crossing her arms, she ignored him. As much as you could ignore a werewolf, one that was devilishly incredibly handsome.
"We’ll change into dry clothes at my place. I have clothes that will fit you."
"Previous women guests, I may assume."
"Keira, darling," he magically male-flowed over her. "I won’t inquire about your past affairs, if you won’t inquire about mine." His voice had turned arrogantly amused. "However, the clothes belong to my sister. She stays at my place when she’s here."
"And when she’s not here?" Keira did not unfold her arms, yet felt easier – she scowled at herself.
"College. Back east. Not ivy league."
"Darling?" she dared, her chin jutting out.
"Know much about wolves?" he inquired, his tone natural velvet.
"Probably not much. Certainly nothing about werewolves."
"Wolves mate, Keira."

Wilding tingles erupted all over her, dimpled her flesh. Her breaths could have run a race.
"Baby wolfs – cubs," she let her tongue go to it’s sarcastic nature, a little.
"Yes, baby wolfs." She felt his grin. "Baby wolfs," he repeated more softly.
Keira didn’t speak what was on the tip of her tongue. Baby werewolves – were there baby werewolves? And beyond that – werewolf mating. She slammed the door on her mind shut. Hard shut.
Yet, he spoke it. "Werewolves mate."
"With other werewolves," she attempted, squeezing her eyes closed. And squeezing herself with her folded arms.
"The werewolfen men of my clan always know their mates."
Silence sang eerily around her. Keira finally opened her eyes, when she felt them make a turn. Before her stood a turn-of-the-century mansion – carved ivory in the gray rain gloom, in the fall of dusk. "Yours?" she inquired, knowing it was before he spoke.
"Yes, Keira."
"I forgot to call Diane," she suddenly remembered. "It’s absolutely lovely. Amazing – almost like a fantasy house." Keira focused her eyes, soaking in the mansion’s regal romantic structure and features. Until they drove the u-shaped driveway toward the back.
"My sister’s entrance is in the back. Wear what pleases you. There’s a phone, I believe, on her nightstand."
Halting beneath a large canopy, he came around, gentleman-opening her door. Once again, he presented his hand.

Late evening smooch from the Kougar...

Reviews by Cindy & Werewolfen Secrets

Big Adorable Kittens all, today the Kougar will post Cindy's reviews of moi's two e-novels. Cindy is a reader who participates on the Siren-BookStrand Yahoo loop, and loves reading erotic romances. She also likes writing reviews. So the Kougar is purring-glad to present ~

Reviews by Cindy ~

All Shades of Blue Paradise by Savanna Kougar is a great story. I especially liked that the hero was aggressive and the heroine was a very strong woman. The out of control passion they felt for each other was sizzling .The clash between the aggressive hero and the equally strong heroine creates a tension that keeps the reader wondering how they'll reconcile their past mistakes.
Even though I enjoyed this book, the writing style is unique and it makes it somewhat challenging book to read.
Cindy

All Shades of Blue Paradise ~ Siren Publishing ~ sirenpublishing.com

Author's note: Like a historical romance this novel is written in the culture of the World of the Blue Pearl Moon, and thus, all good and dear readers are advised the writing style is unique.

Red Lioness Tamed
By: Savanna Kougar

This is an awesome story, it caught me from page one. I loved the way the hero wasted no time in telling the heroine exactly what he wanted from her. Their interaction and the fact that he found her beautiful, regardless of what form she was in, kept me involved to the last page. This is a fast paced story , that I thoroughly enjoyed. I hope to read more of this series in the future.

Cindy

Red Lioness Tamed ~ Liquid Silver Books ~ liquidsilverbooks.com

Now, just because the Kougaress loves you, here is Part Trois of Chapter One ~ Secret Lives of Fortunate Wolves ~

"Human is not a real good thing to be right now, is it?" she asked, unfreezing enough to sink down in the seat. "Planning on a meal?"
"Only if you join me. – And not as dinner, Keira." He paused, the wolfen magic continued. "My beautiful, fairy-delicate, Venus-lush Keira."
"My Goddess," she murmured, sinking lower – and noticing, through the lessening rain, they approached a quaint town of lovely old architecture.
"Dinner, Keira?" he asked, as if the balance of the world depended on her answer – yet also, as if the balance already belonged to him. The arrogant all-knowing male. Male wolf.
"Why not?" She tried to breathe more normally. Tried to unclutch her bag. Even though she realized she didn’t have any silver bullets – or a gun – or a silver-tipped anything. And maybe none of that would protect her. Anyway.
Silver forks at dinner?"

The Half Moon is on the outskirts, the other side of town," he spoke as if all was completely normal. The world hadn’t just switched to ferociously bizarre.
"Would Rob have been anyone’s dinner?" she tentatively inquired, sneaking a peek at him.
"A bear maybe. Spotted a few new ones lately."
"Running as a wolf?" she asked, figuring she might as well take the wolf by the furry dangerous – if gorgeous tail.
"Yes. – And on night rounds. Had some reports. Wanted to check it out. – Silver bullets won’t kill me, Keira. Or a silver fork," he amused offered, then waited – enjoying, enjoying tremendously.

"Oh, this just gets better and better. Werewolf and mind reader. Do you ‘mind’ letting me know what does work?"
"There’s only one way to kill me, Keira."
Sadness filled her like an empty well. She saw him wolf howl mournfully – the full mammoth moon, radiant behind him – but that was all.
"Half Moon is just up ahead. Stay close, Keira. Let me do the asking."
"Part of the wolf brethren?" she inquired, curious and thinking escape.

"Escape, Keira?" he teased. He pulled in, stopped.
Before she knew it, he captured her hand. His lips grazed just above her thumb, so sensuously she nearly swooned. And felt entirely shocked. Nothing like that had ever happened to her. She didn’t even own the willpower to reclaim her hand.
"Battle me later, my beautiful Keira. Stay. I will open your door."
Werewolf! It bounced through her, pinballs ringing, zigzagging. Beating against her insides.
He opened her door, presented his hand – reminding her of the regency movies she had seen. She gazed up at him, then placed her hand in his. A strange sense of belonging whispered through her – vanished, as they moved through the steady rain, side-by-side, to the Half Moon’s office.

"Marshall Vhulfe," the twenties-something woman greeted, her eyes flashing flirtation.
"Mara, we’re looking for a guest. Mr. Robert Bateman."
"He was here, Marshall. Checked out yesterday about 2:00 in the afternoon. Seemed real enthusiastic about something. Paid his bill. – Everything seemed okay."
"See anybody with him, Mara?"
"I know he’s been talking with Trista. Seen them together. When I went to lunch. At Bev’s place. – But I didn’t see Trista with him when he left – or anyone else."
"Make any calls?"
"One to Trista that I know about. Overhead him on his cell. – Didn’t use the room phone."

"He leave any information about were he was headed?"
Marshall Vhulf leaned on her counter – forward, on one elbow – eye to wolf-penetrating eye with Mara.
"He didn’t speak it, Marshall." Mara cast a speculative cold eye over Keira. "But I think he may have headed north. Recent wolf trails up there. Good swimming place too – if you know what I mean."
"I do, Mara. Thank you. If he you see Mr. Bateman, or hear anything else, I need to know – talk to me quick."
"Yes, Marshall. You want his room key. No one’s checked in yet."
"Thanks, Mara. Say hello to your mother and father for me. Plan to be at the Sunday picnic."

Mara smiled then – beautiful, yet somehow voracious.
Taking Keira’s elbow, in a commanding manner, and not to her taste, the Marshall escorted her outside. "The car," he stated, releasing her.
Obeying him, only because he was a werewolf, and only because she wanted to find Rob – and because she was stranded – Keira quickly strode to the passenger door, sliding in when he opened it.
"Keira, my fierce one," he spoke once he was beside her. He handed her the room key.
"Fierce!" she challenged. "How fierce could I be compared to you?"
"You will be fierce enough," he enigmatic spoke, switching on the car.
Slowly he drove along the row of rooms, until they were before room 216.
"For the sake of expediency, my Keira, I will forego your door. This time."

"Fine!" She quickly shoved open the door. Her foot landed in a pool of water. "That’s why!" she shouted at him, once she’d jumped out.
"Wolves like water, Keira," he absently spoke, his focus on the motel room. "Next time, however, I will lift you out."
She stared at the back of him, until she handed him the key. Her insides were gooey and stunned – because she knew he meant it.

Kiss to Cindy from the Kougar...

What's a Girl to do with a Werewolf

Beautiful Big Cats, half of the year, 2008 is gone, lost somewhere in the mists of quickening time. And official summer time is just around the corner, beginning on June 20. The Summer Equinox, a magical energy, a balance of day and night. This year the full moon is on June 18 ~ or the fullness of summer is there for the taking and making. For the full living of life.

Okay, on the ever-mundane side of the Kougar's life. Plain white washing machine arrived, and moi discovered she still possesses some muscular strength when she wrangled old washer outside, then new washer inside. Hopefully hook-up will occurr tomorrow, once the carpet dries.

It's been a lovely cool dry-air day on the tame prairie, with the crescent moon showing in the late afternoon sky as a luminous pearl.

Just for you, my treasured kittes all, Part Deux from Chapter One ~ Secret Lives of Fortunate Wolves ~ What's a girl to do with a werewolf?

He opened the passenger door for her. She half-dived within, part of her silly-concerned with getting his seat all wet. As her rain god sheriff, or whatever he was, opened his door, Keira concentrated on finger-combing back her stuck hair. Concentrated on not looking upon him – rain god or devil in disguise.
"Keira," she spoke her name when she heard the door shut. "Keira Summer Windsor. – Would you like to see my driver’s license?" She opened her bag. "Ms. Windsor." His voice did not disappoint. Instead – smooth, deep as a long warm summer night, deep as gazing up at the clear black sky.
Keira resisted the urge to female shudder. She looked over, then up at him, as he wanted – indicated by the tone of his voice.

"Marshall Zane Dominik Vhulfe," he formally presented. He also presented a small formal smile. But it was the warmth emanating from his gaze, the flame rising warmth behind his eyes, that captured her attention – that captured her full attention.
Why his whole name?
"Your license is not necessary yet, Ms. Windsor. Stranded?"
She nodded, shivering within. Suddenly she felt possessed. Held in some sort of weird possession as he inspected her. Sniffed her. As if he ‘sniffed’ her all over.
Strangely, she knew he sniffed her. And Keira knew he continued to inspect her. She felt it all over. And somehow, she knew, as she knew the feel of rain on her body, on her senses – he found it pleasurable. Found her pleasurable. Found it...
If I open the door, run – I wonder if they’ll find my body?

"What happened?" he finally asked, the darkness of his eyes compelling.
Dark, but golden, his eyes. Golden flames leaping. Leaping toward her.
"No power – when I pressed the accelerator," she answered, turning away from his exotic riveting face – his bone structure was to die for. "Know where I can get a tow to a mechanic?"
"I’ll have David bring your car to his garage. In the morning. I’m Marshall of Blue Moon Bay. David will take care of you. Fair price."
"Thanks. Blue Moon Bay? What a wacky coincidence, Marshall Vhulfe. I’m looking for my cousin, Rob. Robert Bateman. He’s supposed to be staying at the Half Moon motel."

"Zane," he spoke as if owned all the patience in the world. "Mother was mesmerized by Zane Grey’s westerns – still is. – You said ‘supposed’. Is something wrong?"
"Rob was supposed to call his mother last night. I was on my way past here. Said I’d check on him. He always calls," she rushed as if she ran out of breath – and noticed how tightly she clutched her bag against her chest.
"We’ll head over there right now. Nothing doin’ tonight. The rain. – May I call you, Keira?"
"Of course...Zane," she managed. "Great name. Read a few Zane Grey westerns. Teenage years."

Is it possible to actually jump out of your skin?
"Nervous, Keira?" he inquired, moving to switch on the car.
Terribly. Wickedly. Jump out of my skull nervous.
"I was supposed to be at Diane’s shop in half-an-hour now," she looked at his dashboard display clock.
"Diane Griffith?" he inquired, ease-perfectly moving out onto the highway.
"Yes! You know her?"
"Just to do a little shopping. Gifts," he explained. "Are you one of her suppliers?"
"She likes my jewelry designs. They’ve been selling."
"You can give her a call when we get to Half Moon, Keira."
Goddess! His voice – pure black magic.

"Thanks. No need for everyone to worry. Since I’m safe."
But am I?
She stared straight ahead, at the rain, still a gully washer. She listened to the wipers swish, and wondered if this was another bizarre crossroad in her life. Her life had taken bizarre turns before – but this felt even more bizarre. Somehow.
"Why is your cousin Rob up this way?"
"You’re gonna laugh. I hope you’re gonna laugh. He’s hunting the american werewolf – cameras in hand. Ever listen to radio? Coast-to-Coast? Art Bell? George Noory – only this was a new show..."
"Ian Punnett," he interrupted. "Night rounds. Officer’s best friend at times."
"Rob eats, breathes, lives cryptozoology."

"Lake Geneva, the sightings."
"Werewolves – They’re not just for halloween anymore – on Linda Godfrey’s website. Seen it?" Keira tried a light tone.
"Clever. No I haven’t been to her website. Listened to that show. Quite the conversation in town for a few days, for us night folk. Thought we might get a few people up our way – Blue Moon Bay can always use a few guests. Helps the economy."
You could be a male model – help the economy out. A whole lot!
"Anyone in town every have a sighting?" she asked. With some relief Keira watched as they turned off the highway at the Blue Moon Bay road sign.
"Tales told every now and then. Especially at the Ale House – on spooky nights."
"Ale House? Do you mean like a tavern?"

"Stone building, 1800's. Built by the same family that still owns it. They brew ale – old-fashioned recipes. It’s a gathering place for us – used for town council meetings."
"Grow up in Blue Moon Bay?" she inquired, always fascinated by people’s life stories – and especially his. Now.
"No. Close by. Visited a lot. Relatives. Lots of relatives."
She heard the boyish grin in his voice.
"Always want to be Marshall?" she asked, letting herself enjoy, a little, how he ease-expertly handled the car around the winding curves.

"Destiny," he stated, amusement in tone. "Dad was the Marshall for most of my growing up. Then my Uncle and Aunt teamed up as the Marshalls. Later, my older brother. Now my turn – Married, Keira?"
"No," she loosed before she thought. She felt stalked, but not unpleasurably. "You?" she returned, her breath stuck somewhere.
"No, Keira. I’m not married. I’m not engaged. No girlfriend. And not divorced."
"Wow," she murmured. "Aren’t the women just dripping off you?" Immediately, she squeezed her eyes tight – wishing fiercely that she hadn’t just said that.
"Have to chase off a few."
Instantly, a scene formed – a waking dream. A wolf – beautiful, primal, male-majestic – circled by other wolves, all females. All waiting. All splendidly sleek, breathtakingly beautiful. When the females approached, he charged, chasing them back.
Keira jerked upright, clutching her purse more vigorously against her chest.
"Yes, Keira." His voice touched her, black magic. Wolf magic.

Frozen, and wondering if she would ever unthaw – maybe she wouldn’t have to – he’d just eat her – Keira managed to turn her face toward him.
"Been sighted lately?" she asked.
He laughed. Or male-howled with laughter.
"No, my Keira," he finally answered. "However, a few of the brethren could have been sighted. In transition. Or playing wolfen tricks. On the humans."

Cover art, my Fabulous Kitties, today on Title Magic, Helen blogs about the commercial importance of cover art and posts some beautiful enchanting examples. Mew-sings below:

Ooooh, Helen, I absolutely love your cover choices! I'd be picking up those too. C.L. Wilson did get great artistic covers! While I will pick up a book with a wonderful cover to my eye, even occasionally purchase for the cover. I truly buy on the blurb and reading a page or two at random, first.
Hey, you should have posted your cover!

New Summer kisses from the Kougar...

WereWolfies in the Tall, Tall Grass

WereWolfies in the Tall, Tall Grass ~ meow-hello, my Blue Kool Kats, moi is thinking this blog title should become a title for one of her shapeshifter novels.

The tall, tall grass is the Kougar's pasture acreage, now a potential bountiful crop of hay, given the stems of seeding grasses, which now reach waist high in some places. Lots more rain this year, thank you, great and wonderful Bast. Purring-indeed, moi's tame cattle prairie is wild and wonderful...and there could be werewolfies about, quietly stealing through the tall waves of grass.

Last night, in the wee hours of Coast-to-Coastam, the coyotes paid a short yipping visit.

Hey! and by the way! If you're a werewolf or you know a werewolf, and your reading this post for some unknown and unfathomable reason, please leave a comment. This Kougar Kat adores canines, especially wolfies. And click on over to the Liquid Silver blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com ~ for Shara Lanel's blog ~ What do you like about Werewolves ~ cool wolfie pics and a great informational blog.

Meanwhile, the Kougar is clicking her claws swiftly...so many stories to write and edit, and so little time. Where's that ancient time expansion machine moi owned in another lifetime? It worked great and the Kougaress could certainly put it to good use currently.

Tall grass kisses from the Kougar...