Flash Snippets ~ the Black Wolf and the Hellhound Twins

Synchronicity central, my adored and adorable Big Cats... that’s been the Kougaress’s world these past of couple of days... the current Full Moon is in Virgo... and the Virgo Moon Clan is the name for Duke’s Wolf Shifter clan in the story moi is rewriting and expanding ~ The Black Wolf’s Prophetess... this Full Moon is also traditionally known as the Snow Full Moon of the Hunger Full Moon... for the obvious reasons... it’s winter, and the animals are hungry.
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Another absolutely tremendous synchronicity!!!
Robert Ghostwolf, who has since passed away, is a true shaman, in this Big Cat’s humble opinion, and one of those all-too-rare men who lived his truth and spoke it in a way that is easy to understand.
Last night the Kougaress heard an Art Bell: Somewhere in Time radio show via streamlink at Coast to Coast am. Definitely give it a listen if you can, my Shaman Big Cats.

Guests:
Robert Ghostwolf

Art Bell: Somewhere in Time journeyed back to May 27, 1998, when Native American expert Robert Ghostwolf joined Art to discuss his meetings with Hopi Indian elders about grim times ahead for planet Earth.

Website(s):
http://robertghostwolf.com ~
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And! Monday, March 1st , the Kougar is posting at THE ROMANCE STUDIO blog ~ here’s the beginning ~

Hungry Like the Spring Wolf

March is my month, and my favorite month for many reasons. The best one, I’m a Spring baby and, yes, this is my birthday month.

The Kougar also talks about penning THE BLACK WOLF’S PROPHETESS ...and includes an unedited snippet from one scene ~ *posted here just for the Big Cats*

Behind him, the bullet ripped apart the night air. Duke lunged for the great trunk of the tree, still several feet away. Smelling the rich astringent bark, he dropped on his belly and crawled toward the scent.

Desperate to survive, now blind from exhaustion, he pulled himself along with his front paws. Staying on his belly, he shoved himself forward with the remaining strength of his back legs. His head broke through the underbrush at the forest’s edge. With his body begging him to stop, he pushed with his hind legs until he felt the back side of great tree’s trunk.

Knowing he was still an endangered species, Duke crawled deeper. The hellish agony of his wounds, and the pain from his body’s total depletion, felt like the devil’s pitchfork plunging inside him, over and over again.

Despite the fiery sting of his muscles, he inched along through the thick underbrush. Only when he heard his two pursuers pivot their horses away, did he stop.
Duke panted as quietly as he could, listening to them string raw curses together. The force of their violent emotions whirled around him as savagely as a tornado.
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And! Guess what? More wolf howling goodness!!!
Pat Cunningham’s latest release, A LONDON WEREWOLF IN AMERICA, will be available on March 2nd at BookStrand Publishing.
Tomorrow, the Kougar will feature the cover and the blurbie.
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Featured at the Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ the Power of Two by mima

As I’m leading flash fic Sunday today, I’m choosing the theme of DOUBLES in honor of my release March 1st. Twins, pairs, reflections, mittens, anything related to dos, including my favorite Indigo Girls song, Power of Two. Come write your own 100 word moment with me!

From the Kougar’s WIP ~ Kandy Apple for Halloween

“Look at that.” His gaze riveted by her perky peach-shaped ass, covered only by a thin silky black material, Zin watched the witch slide down the mansion’s long curving bannister.
“An arousing sight, indeed, as proven by the extra tight fit of my pants.” Zol particularly appreciated the small witch’s legs as she athletically flung them, maneuvering off the bannister. “Gorgeous gams, slim and curvaceous.” He took a long sip of his extra dry martini to distract his raging ardor.
“She must be who they’re searching for.” Zin followed suit with his martini for the same reason as his twin.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Featured at Serena Shay’s MY MIND WANDERS ~

I'm Crying Uncle...

I am soooo ready for Spring.

Blue skies, green grass, blooming flowers and no more snow. A sense that summer is truly on the way and winter is nothing but a long-gone dream.
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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 427 ~

Sylva decided her hand on Zeke’s chest felt entirely at home. “Pulled him?” she demanded. Her cowboy gave a quick grin. “Lulabelle pulled him toward her puckered lips. Bill puckered and they kissed for some time, making all sorts of smooching and smacking sounds. Well, ole Bill surely liked his bride’s rambunctious kisses, but he liked it even better when she told him she was going to go ensconce herself in their honeymoon bed and await his ‘nekkid’ arrival.” Sylva giggled. “Nekkid arrival. I suppose she was hoping for a look at his honeymoon equipment.” Her husband raised his brows.

Zeke slightly shook his head. “Now Lulabelle was anxious to finally know what a man riding between her womanly thighs felt like... darn anxious, her desires running rampant through her. Though, her maidenly modesty still had a good grip on her. She wasn’t looking when Bill ‘arrived’, and she’d pulled up the bedding covers.” His Sylva gazed at him dubiously. “Are you certain? I bet Lulabelle had an idea... watching farm animals breed. Wasn’t that common back then?” Zeke smiled at the turn his woman had taken his ‘extended’ joke. “It’s not common on your Earth?” He watched her shrug.
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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 ~ 426 ~ 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...

Flash wild kiss from the Kougar...

Flash ~ Battle of the Sexiest Wolf

Warmer, my flash and dash KitKats... meow, yes, the temps are warmer on the tame prairie.
Yesterday, the Kougar’s Golden Lioness ruled. Today, the wolves have battled back and demanded their time in the writing spotlight.
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Gem Sivad held The Battle of the Sexiest?? For Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver SEx blog.
Oh, did those wolves make a howling alpha appearance. It became the battle of sexiest wolf.

Gem says ~

Whether it’s a battle of wills, or a down and drag out clash that has two people rolling on the carpet in sexual heat, let’s see what you can flash us today for the Battle of the Sexes…or is that the Sexiest?

Moi’s late-day comment ~

Talk about a battle of the sexes!
Wow, everyone. What delicious and ferocious heat to wake up to.
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From the Kougar’s WIP ~ Secret Lives of Fortunate Wolves

“Oh crap!”
Keira pressed her accelerator again. And again. No response. Gradually her car slowed while the pit of her stomach churned. She stared at the slashing rain, close to panic.
“Now what!?”
Guiding her car onto the highway’s narrow shoulder, she let it roll until it stopped. Turning off the ignition, she tried to calm herself by recalling past rescues.
“Another crisis! In a long series of crisis.” Keira reached for her cell phone. “Just what I need. Why didn’t I get the number to the Half Moon?”
Drawing in a long breath, she fought despair. ‘What now, Goddess?’

Blinking at her cell, she wondered just who she should try to reach. Her mother didn’t drive. Aunt Debbie didn’t have a car. And all her friends would be working, brutally busy with their lives.
“No service,” she stated flatly, not greatly surprised by her fate. “Well, that solves that. Can’t call anyone anyway.”
Bad luck had been her constant companion for the last several years, despite her best efforts to change her luck – her exhausting, endless efforts to keep her karma right.
“Help,” she appealed to God, Goddess, her Guardian Angel.
Keira sat calmly, waiting for something. Anything good.

Her mind spun chaotically, searching for any idea out of her horrid predicament.
“I definitely need help. A miracle or two,” she spoke moments later. Again to her Guardian Angel. Or any Good Being.
She waited, watching the rain pour in glistening sheets down her windshield. She waited, observing her own internal battle and watching the rain rage harder.
Calm or panic? Both tore at her, the giant claws of an invisible monster living in the ethers.
“Direct from hell. Or the X-Files,” she murmured. A glint in her rearview mirror caught her eye.
Glancing around, she saw flashing lights.

The patrol car rolled behind her.
“Friend or foe?” she wanted to ask whoever sat behind the wheel. The news stories of bad cops, of bad men impersonating cops, gripped her mind. Was it slasher movie time?
“Not a Patrol uniform. More of a sheriff’s look.”
As he stepped out, Keira focused on the man in her side mirror. No rain gear. Not even a hat. But armed. Definitely armed.
“Armed and dangerous?”
“Geez!” Keira straightened fast as her insides ran wild with lust. “He’s gorgeous!”
Flowing to his shoulders, his rain slickened hair revealed his sculpted, rather exotic-appearing features.

“Rain god impersonating a mere human male?”
The casually arrogant way he strode toward her side window twisted Keira’s loins back to life, against all her wishes. Men weren’t her thing now.
“Omygod!” His thighs – sleek, yet powerfully muscled – Keira wanted to carve them with her hands. She broke out in a light sweat. Her hand squeezed the door handle, as she girded herself against the onslaught of rain.
“Hello,” she shouted through her cracked door.
“Follow me,” he invited, more than commanded.
Once she’d grabbed up her purse, he pivoted toward his car. Keira plunged into the drenching rain.

With no protection from the downpour, she dashed behind him and hoped he wasn’t the devil incarnate posing as a rain god.
Quickly, he snatched open the passenger door. Keira dove inside, part of her ridiculously concerned about getting his seat wet. As her rain god sheriff, or whatever he was, opened his door, she finger-combed her stuck hair off her cheeks, and concentrated on not looking at him.
Rain god or devil in disguise, she wasn’t prepared for him. No way.
His door clicked shut, an ominous sound. “Keira Summer Windsor. Would you like to see my driver’s license?”

She reached in her bag.
“Ms. Windsor.” His voice did not disappoint. No, smooth and deep, his timbre reminded her of a long summer night beneath an endless black sky.
Resisting the urge to shudder like a wanton, Keira looked at his face, compelled by his tone.
“Marshall Zane Dominik Vhulfe,” he formally intoned.
He also presented a small formal smile. Though, it was the warmth emanating from his gaze, the flame rising in the depth of his eyes, that captured her attention. The flame intensified.
‘Why his whole name?’
“Your license is not necessary, Ms. Windsor. Are you stranded?”

Keira nodded, shivering inside. Suddenly she felt possessed. Held in some sort of weird hypnotic state while he inspected her.
Strangely, she knew he sniffed her all over like one of her dogs. She felt it as tingles of awareness. Somehow she knew, as she knew the feel of the rain on her skin, he found it immensely pleasurable. Found her sexually desirable. Found...
‘If I open the door, run – I wonder if they’ll find my body?’
Dark, but flecked with gold, his eyes mesmerized her. Gold flared into blazes, leaping toward her.
“What happened?” he asked, breaking the spell.

“No power, when I pressed the accelerator.” Keira averted her gaze. Goddess! The bone structure of his face was to die for. “Know where I can get a tow to a mechanic?”
“I’ll have David bring your car to his garage. 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 patiently encouraged. “Mother read all of Zane Grey’s westerns. 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 the words out, then noticed how tight she’d clutched her bag against her chest.
“We’ll head over there right now. Nothing doin’ tonight with the rain. May I call you, Keira?”
“Of course... Zane,” she managed. “Great name. Read a few Zane Grey books... my teenage years.”
‘Is it possible to actually jump out of your skin?’
“Nervous, Keira?” He moved to switch on the car.
Terribly. Wickedly. Jump out of my skull nervous.
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Author’s news and mews ~

The Kougar joined the Coffee Time Romance forum to participate in Eva Gordon’s Wolf seminar.
February 2010 - Seminar Host is Eva Gordon
Call of the Wild : Wolf Lore, truths and myths every writer should know about wolves

3rd -17th

A month long seminar for writers who are interested in writing about wolves and werewolves in their stories but who want more background on the basic biology and behavior of real wolves. Writers will also learn why the wolf evolved from admired archetype to savage evil nemesis of man.
~ http://coffeetimeromance.com/board/forumdisplay.php?f=480 ~
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BTW, if the time comes when a license is required to be on the Internet, no, this Big Cat will not be getting a so-called licence. She will no longer be on the world wide web.
Remember, all licensing came about as ‘black laws’, that is, the laws/codes were originally created for Black/African Americans after they were supposedly freed from slavery. No, *any* license is actually a form of slavery. We, as the people, have been conditioned to believe otherwise.
Driving IS NOT A PRIVILEGE. DRIVING IS A RIGHT!!!
Getting married does not require a license, it is your right as a free individual.
Course, if you don’t comply, well MIGHT MAKES RIGHT... that’s their pea-brain reasoning.
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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 399 ~

Sylva imagined herself as a gloriously burning torch, sizzling from both ends of her body, her sexual need savage yet delicate. Her husband’s hands wrapped around her breasts, shaping her curves as he continued sucking her nipple. “I think I’m going to go crazy,” she whispered in a moan. Seizing his forearms, she caressed. “Zeke.” Her own voice was foreign to her. Not surprising since she’d never come this close to a passionate paradise like this, this agonizingly slow torment. “You’re making me come apart at the seams, cowboy.” Her cowboy released her nipple tenderly and nuzzled her other breast.

Zeke drew in the heated carnal fragrance of his Sylva. The petal-soft skin of her breast threatened to make him ‘come apart at the seams’. “Darlin’,” he rasped, his lips against the beautiful plumpness of her breast. Stroking beneath her robe’s belt, he palmed the hot skin of her belly, and caressed slow circles. The loud buzz that warned him of a critical incoming message startled them both. Their bodies jerked, and Zeke raised his head. Their breaths huffed, invading the room’s quiet. “Right back, darlin’ mine.” Gently placing his arms beneath her, he scooped her upwards against his chest.
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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 ~ 398 ~ 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. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

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

Sexiest smooch from the Kougar...