Flash for Four & Guilty Pleasures

Finally, Big Kitties, it's cooling down, the evening air soft with sweet breezes. Tomorrow on Title Magic ~ http://titlemagic.blogspot.com ~ Erotic romance author, Renee Knowles, will be blogging about ~ Taking It All In ~ how we as authors rarely have time to enjoy the fact that we are published. Tomorrow is also Renee's release day for Guilty Pleasures at Siren Publishing ~ http://sirenpublishing.com ~. I know her fans are lining up, ready to click on the buy button.
And, woopee, the Kougar has a new banner for When a Good Angel Falls, which moi will proudly unveil soon. It was designed by Darragha, erotic romance author ~ http://darragha.com ~ Darr has her own design site: Chocolate Covered Promotions.
Today is Flash Fiction day at the SEx Liquid Silver blog ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~
Ann Cory hosted, and went with sexy public displays. For some hawt, hawt flashes claw-click on over. If you're near a pool, all the better for cooling off, in more ways than one...

Given the Kougar's heavy writing schedule this is her one quatre flash ~

Quatrefoil

"You never thought you’d want it this hard, did you?"
She gurgled a scream of rapture. The flushing stain of her climax traveled up from her mound.
"Did you?" Zotorro demanded. He sank his cock inside her, a final ruthless thrust. Rapture glowed over his physique, and glowed his eyes to white fire. Then he nearly collapsed, his pleasure so overwhelming he nearly lost consciousness.
Springing up instantly, Zion and Zent grabbed his arms supporting him.
As she began to shiver, overcome with shock and ecstasy, Zavier cradled his arms beneath her shoulders, tenderly lifting her off his brother’s cock.

Four kisses from the Kougar...

Flash of Sunrise Wings & Cherub Wings

Woopee! Big Kitties, the Kougar just learned her 2012 futuristic adventure romance, When a Good Angel Falls, will be released on August 13, 2008 at ~ bookstrand.com ~

Jumping and winging for joy...ever wanted to know about carnal cherubs and what they can naughty, naughty do to the woman of their heaveny desires? Then, this is the story for you.

Today at the Liquid Silver SEx blog, Jeanne Barrack presented a beautiful selection of backdrop pictures for Flash Fiction day. Take a trot on over, my sleek Big Cats, and enjoy the lyrical fiery sexy flashes. Moi had only enough energy and time for one. And the special secret writing project is under the creative gun...

SUNRISE WINGS

Desiring the blazing colors of this day’s sunrise, Kessia unfurled her cellophane-like wings. Instantly the fiery reds, the flaming orange and the iridescent purples stained her large wings like cathedral glass, only the color lived more luminous and more vibrantly than what could be captured in a window. Feeling sensuous and free, she languidly shook her bright red tresses. The heaviness glided between her gently flapping wings and over her small strong back. Sighing with bliss, and with the joy of nature sang around her, she didn’t hear his stealthy approach.
"Kessia, you are mine by capture. Our old way."

Flash-winged kisses from the Kougar...

Feather Flash Day

Greetings, all Gorgeous Big Cats, in honor of Celia Kyle's feather flash day at Liquid Silver's SEx blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~

The Kougar presents ~

Feathered Wings of Fire

ONE
Scrambling quickly up the small pile of red desert boulders, she shielded her eyes from the midday sun with one hand. Fascinated, she peered at the immense dark shape in the sky, unable to tell if it was a small plane or a humongous bird. Staring for all she was worth at the odd-looking shape, whatever it was, maybe even some kind of UFO, her breath hitched when it banked suddenly, then powerfully glided over the parched landscape. Wings, definitely giant feathered wings. Her breath jerked again and her heart drummed with wild elation. Probably just an enormous buzzard, though.

TWO
Still, a tiny, tiny thump of hope tingled in her breast as the magnificent bird grew larger, and seemed to head in her direction. Crouching, she fumbled for her camcorder inside her stuffed backpack, but no go, unless she was willing to take her gaze off the...mygawd! She straightened, sucked in a big fat breath, then forgot to breathe. Thunderbird, echoed in her mind. Thunderbird, it banged around like a large bouncing rock falling into a canyon. Thunderbirds, like the ones talked about on late night radio, the crypto sightings, the American Indian myths, the 1800's picture she’d Googled.

THREE
Like the one sighted in Alaska flying beside a Cessna. Of course, the pilot and passengers had freaked out huge time. “God, I hope so. I hope it’s a Thunderbird,” she whispered, thinking if she spoke too loudly, it would frighten the legendary creature away. As the ginorous eagle-looking bird sailed closer and closer, her blood sang with excitement while trepidation curled her toes. “It could want dinner,” she murmured, remembering the tales of monstrous nests containing human bones. Still, she stood her ground on top of the sun-baked boulder, and waited, greedily searching for every detail she could observe.

FOUR
Brown mahogany, the giant wing feathers gleamed beneath the sun. Looking translucent, the tip edges shimmered with gold. As he flew closer his flight feathers streamed a golden flame of light. He. The ginormous eagle had to be a ‘he’. Sailing beneath the sun, he obstructed her view of the sky, and darkened the land around her with his shadow. Mesmerized, she watched his entire body glisten gold as if an ancient sky goddess poured gold dust over his dark feathers. Stunned by his sheer size, his incomparable glorious beauty, still, she couldn’t make herself believe he was a hallucination.

FIVE
Aware her own body entered a state of paralysis, she did not care. Shifting his flight pattern, the Thunderbird creature rose, flying higher. Her heart nearly stopped, stabbed by raw disappointment. Come back, she desperately whispered inside her mind. Majestically he circled directly above her, catching inside his shadow as he languidly spiraled higher. She concentrated, memorizing his every winging movement. “Omygawd.” Her throat closed in awe at what she witnessed. He sparkled with a fiery aurora of colors as he flew in slow motion. His entire body. Unable to take it all in, she dropped her hand, and blinked.

SIX
Then she shut her eyes. Forcing them wide again, she gasped, her breath ripping from her lungs. His tail feathers blazed, rainbows of fire flowing, jets of amazing color that put the brightness of the sky to shame. Thinking, Firebird....she felt her body fall backwards. Her mind blanked. When she emerged back into awareness, she felt strong arms around her. Incredibly strong arms. She blinked, daring her own eyes to open. Starting violently, she wondered how the strange gorgeous man held onto her. “You are here. As we previously arranged.” His unique bold voice fire-stormed over her senses. “What?”

Feathery kiss from the Kougar...

Flash with Friends ~ All That Star Glitters

Big Kool Kats, Sunday Sex Flashin' with friends and lovers is happening at Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~

The Kougar Kool Kat only peeked out of the writing cave long enough to post her six part Sunday Flash, and to do the mundane necessaries of life stuff...meow! like washing her clothes. Or it will be a naked kitty.

From moi's wip ~ All That Star Glitters
ONE
Tempted to touch weird foam, she didn’t, not prepared for the horrible consequences, like her fingers melting off.
I’m melting. I’m melting. Sandia never knew if she remembered the Wizard of Oz from her childhood, or knew the movie because she’d seen it as part of her re-education program.
Shaking her head once, she turned toward the path. The icky foam had simply disappeared. A gleam embedded in the grass halted her. Tiny, radiating beautifully in a fan shape, it was like nothing she’d seen before. Entranced, Sandia slowly moved toward it. Dropping the branches, she bent over, peering intently.
TWO
His orb ship cloaked, Drovv entered Earth’s gooey atmosphere. Remaining on the standard entry vectors, he sent his code to Base. Accepted, he notified them of his new mission, time of arrival, with the Princess currently unknown.
Drovv growled a few choice cuss words in his favorite language for rude crude expressions. Hurtling toward the North American continent, he honed in on the beam from the Princess’s ring. He formed a cloud around his ship, slowed his descent, and sank over the southwest states. Near the curvature of Earth, the sun blazed white jewels of light over the Pacific ocean.
THREE
Sandia bent at the waist, staring at the bright glittering spot. "A fallen star?" she murmured, entertaining herself with the whimsical conjecture. "I don’t have a clue what you are. You do look like a tiny, tiny piece of a star...stardust." Her imagination soared, stardust sprinkling down from the cosmos, magically gracing Earth.
Not feeling any heat on her face, Sandia bent a bit closer, seeing the outline of circle. "Like a ring...amazing," she whispered. Enchanted and intrigued, she looked over at the branches she’d dropped, checking for a twig small enough to lift up the star ring.
FOUR
"Nada," she whispered. Daring her forefinger closer, she inhaled a deep breath. Slowly Sandia immersed her fingertip in the stardust shimmer around the ring. Cool. No heat at all.
"Wow!" Delicately she picked the ring up. "All that glitters isn’t gold." Inspecting the strange mystical ring, she raised it higher. "All that star glitters..."
Sandia screamed. Brutal male arms encircled her waist, jerking her off her feet. Her air cut off, she sputtered, struggled. "No!" she screamed as the bear-muscled man slung her against his side, carrying her with one brawny arm. Rape flashed through her mind like a horror movie.
FIVE
"I will kill you!" she raged, and twisted violently. Uselessly. His arm was a horrible vice.
"Good disguise, Princess. We’ll play this your way."
What the freakin’ hell! Princess?
"Princess!" she shouted furiously. "I am not your princess."
"You fail to remember our one lusty encounter."
Whoever he was? He thought he knew her. Sandia didn’t know whether to feel some measure of relief – or...? God help her!
"I don’t know you! Put me down!" she ferociously ordered.
"I’ll put you down soon enough, Princess."
Blood pounded in her head, making her dizzy. His gruff peculiar voice pounded through her...
SIX
What? Is he a Sasquatch wearing clothing?
"No!" she shrieked as he powerfully leapt up the cabin’s porch steps.
He sat down on the top step, surprising her. "All due force authorized, Princess." She was hauled over his lap, face down.
His intention sliced though Sandia. Disbelief seized her for an instant. Then she screamed her lungs out. Only interrupted by the heavy smack of his hand on her bottom.
Sandia’s hands flew back, her butt stinging nastily. The beastly man manacled her wrists with one hand, then smacked her harder. Pain flared over her bottom. Enraged, she struggled wildly.

Star glitter kiss from the Kougar...

Saturday with Two Lips

Maooww, my Beautiful Big Kitties, it's been a very naughty, but 'inspiring' chat day over at the Talking Two Lips Yahoo loop with my Siren and BookStrand buddies. For juicy steamy excerpts of new releases and upcoming releases take fast stroll on over, Big Sexy Cats.

Below is moi's sign off post...

Yeah, I did sign off for awhile. But you all are irresistible. I actually got about a page written --my supermen are slinging an attack ship back into space while my heroine is dazed, but not confused about how much she hates being collared, yet her pantheress side wants the hero for a mate...and the bad guys are about to make screen contact...
Savanna
Savanna Kougar
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
savannakougar.com

Over at the Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ , Jeanne Barrack wrote a musically inspiring blog, featuring beautiful Irish ballads. Moi's mew-sings below.

Oh, I love the Irish/Celtic music and a lot of the hot sultry Latin music, also the romantic ballads.
The story I'm working on now has some of my fave old rock songs, which the hero uses to woo and seduce the heroine -- Black Magic Woman by Santana. Spooky, spooky little girl...I Put A Spell on You...Year of the Cat.
In fact as I writing on the story and typing the heroine's name, at that instant a song by The Animals played, It's Your Life...and her name was spoken in the song...
How's that for musical synchronicity? And no, I wasn't playing a CD. It was the bumper music on a radio show.

A few minutes ago, my beloved Big Kitties, the Kougar heard the tame prairie coyotes, yipping loudly and carrying on in the neighbor's north pasture.

Message for everyone, Coyote Spirit?

Beware those who say they tell you the truth, but have been known to lie often...

Thank you, Coyote Spirit

It's a rough world out there. And since Coyote is known as the Trickster Spirit...well...use your own best judgement and intuition.

Late Saturday smooch from the Kougar...

Flash of the Fire Seeker Princess

The Kougar is feeling it, my Big Kitties, summer is taking over her svelte form, and the urge to lounge lazily is like sniffing lavender...maowww...where's the comfy bed?

Flashing at Liquid Silver's SExpression's blog with Mima, was all about the baking sunrays, the last time the Kougar clicked over...and, if you're in the mood for some m/m genre flashing today is your day, stride on over.

From moi's WIP ~ Fire Seeker Princess ~ Chapter One

ONE
June 1, 2007 – Princess Shalarri of the Kwelstar Worlds opened her arms wide in celebration of the rising sun. The new day was gloriously hot already. Standing on her small deck, she stretched like a happy feline. Completely nude, Shala greeted the sun as she did most every morning on the backwards primitive planet called Earth, at least, by most of the sentient inhabitants.
She smiled, feeling the bliss of sun rays soaking into her skin, saturating her to her core. She waved to the sunrise male jogger. He waved, his gaze glued to her body as he trotted by–
TWO
The jogger had become dedicated to enjoying her female form almost since the day of her arrival, about one earth year ago.
Fortunately earth males were easy to control. All she had to accomplish was the draining of their fire energy, enough, in whatever area of their body or mind she wished. It had become routine for her, no matter how dangerous the attacker, from the Men in Black to the rare rapist. It was even mischievous fun on some occasions. She giggled within, recalling how hilarious it was to watch their proud mating bulges diminish, wither to hanging hotdogs.

The fire seeker princess flames a kiss your way...

Flash of the Good Angel

Greetings, my summer-lounging Beautiful Cats! The Kougar is deep in the cave of her edits for When a Good Angel Falls ~ BookStrand Publishing ~ which are coming along swimmingly, but tortoise slowly.

The sky...oh, the sky! Today it is the most outstanding splendid shade of blue, with just a few fluffy deep white clouds. And the temps are delicious and dry. Meow for more, pretty please, Bast.

Late last night several thunderous explosions slightly shook the Kougaress's humble lair. After the initial moment of shock and wonderment, ever-curious moi remembered it was closing in on the Fourth of July. Sure holy enough, with some outdoor investigation, walking into the wilds of the lawn, there it was...a glorious orange burst in the night sky, then a white blossom burst. Yep, a fireworks display. And as if the angels whispered, here's your gift...the most gorgeous purple fiery blossom shot upwards.

Yay! and excitement sweet tingles through the Kougar! Her final edit of Tangerine Carnal Dreams ~ Aspen Mountain Press ~ came today, and is on it's way toward e-publication.

Sadly today, the Kougar didn't have the paw-penning time for SEx Flashing at the Liquid Silver blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ however, it was definitely sex-hot luscious over there with Nina Pierce, author of the Healing Garden, etc., hosting. And the Kougar left her own offering, the 100 word snippet below, from the section being revised.

"Want to remember how to use one of your warrioress angel skills?" Volcano tempted, his tone also deadly serious.
"Warrioress angel skills, what the blasted heck are you talking about? Sedona straightened. "We’re in danger, aren’t we?"
"A drone has discovered us. Raise your palm, Sedona, destroy it."
Without thought Sedona scanned above them. Seeing the glint, she aimed with her hand. Her intention fired, a flash of white light.

Angel flash kisses from the Kougar...

Summer Flash & Fantasy

Summer Kittens, come and enjoy the Kougar's trip into vacation fantasy land. And for more Summer Flashin' join Roscoe James today at Liquid Silver's SEx blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~

Eternal Life and Beauty ~ Click Here ~

ONE
"Once in a blue moon," she whispered.
Stacy blinked and stared at the words – at the invitation on her computer screen.
Want eternal life and beauty? Click here.
Surrounding the words was a Jamaican paradise resort, the gently waving stretch of sand, the spectacular turquoise sea, the azure bright sky – the few distant palm trees – the dreamy hope of a new life, romantic and beautiful.
She sighed, resignation, despair. A tiny part of her still wished – a longing that felt like knives inside – a thousand excruciating cuts – a longing for what she could never have.
Curiosity compelled her. She clicked...

TWO
She scolded herself for clicking on something which could disastrously harm her computer. Or be some stupid pop-up annoyance. Goddess only knew. A wing and a prayer, that was how she used the internet.
"Over fifty. That certainly applies to me," she derisively whispered.
Are you a woman over fifty?
Here at Nirvana Shores we offer the latest and the best in natural and organic rejuvenation therapies – including a fountain of youth.
Believe it! You will once you try it.
Are you over fifty and single?
Do you desire a romantic adventure?
We present an exclusive offer just for you.

THREE
Here at Nirvana Shores twelve young men are searching for that ultra special older woman.
Sexy fun and passionate games await you.
Ten days and ten nights with the younger man of your dreams.
Women over fifty, all free if you’re chosen.
Completely free. Believe it!
Airfare and travel expenses will also be paid.
Simply check the younger man who excites your wildest passions or revs up your naughtiest juices.
Click here.
Her curiosity on the rampage, and her naughty juices, she clicked – half-expecting porno flesh to hump and bump in a nightmarish display she’d never be able to exorcize.

FOUR
Instead she drew in a swift stunned breath of pure female appreciation.The twelve featured men were hunk mostly-naked gorgeous, wearing only brief brightly colored speedos. Each one was truly handsome, sexually appealing in a different way. Their skin tones varied from cocoa to light caramel. Their hair coloring, manes actually, were from deepest raven black to platinum blonde. Their eyes ranged from ice blue to almost midnight.
What intrigued her most, beyond their spectacular looks, were their features – manly, and what she would describe as warrior intense.
Why would men like this want women over fifty?
SCAM! Screamed at her.

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW AT ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ because it's the Kougar's day to blog...

Summer flashing kiss from the Kougar...

Blessed are the Fathers ~ Flash and Fins

Blessed are the Fathers! For it is they who love and guide their children in the ways of life. Thanks to every good and caring father, the Kougar honors you. May the Divine always protect those you love and all those who love you.

A storm today, my Big Beautiful Cats, mostly wind and rain, with another one possibly moving in...the rumbles of thunder are overhead. So, the Kougar has been deep in her writing cave, with good story results, and the computer disconnected from the webbie for most of the afternoon.

However, the Kougar did manage one fuzzy-brain flash on Fin Shifter day with Celia Kyle at Liquid Silver Sexpressions blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~

How often had she wished she could swim beneath the sea, breathing as naturally as she did now? Kyrrien shielded her eyes against the diamond-intense flashes of sunlight as she gazed over the rolling dark turquoise ocean, and wished again. Why couldn’t she simply turn into the Woman from Atlantis like the old TV show the Man from Atlantis? It clawed at her gut, more strongly than ever, this ripping need. Just to walk toward the beckoning shine of water, dive in. And swim.
She sensed, more than heard the steps in the sand behind her.
"Wishes do come true."

On Title Magic, Anitra time-traveled, posting a blog on Friday the 13th. Moi's mew-sings below.

Cute doggie! Yep, I bet she does get lots of attention and treats.
Friday, the 13th has traditionally been one of my better days. Have no clue why, although I was raised not to be superstitious.
Black Friday, when the all the Knights Templars were murdered, is thought to be one origin of Friday, the 13th, also.
That sweatshirt is pretty darn cool!
Time travel ~ the wave of the future.

Beneath the sea kisses from the Kougar...

Flash! the Erotic Lash

No kittens under 18 allowed! Rated a clawing XXX...

Whew! Big Kitties, the Kougar's first round of edits on Tangerine Carnal Dreams, her otherworld stallion shifter novella, are finally done and sent away, having soared through cyber waves to their destination.

And today on Love Romances Cafe Yahoo Loop is an excerpt from Red Lioness Tamed (Liquid Silver Books ~ liquidsilverbooks.com ~) for sci fi day.

On Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ it's BDSM Flash Fiction day with Ann Cory. Big Hawt Cats, if you enjoy a little pain with your carnal pleasures, enjoy the erotic view today.

The following flashes are from the Kougars WIP ~ Book II from the World of the Blue Pearl Moon ~ Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil ~ contracted to Siren Publishing.

ONE
With swift ease, Zag removed his dress loafers, shed his casual evening jacket, then his trousers. Dark charcoal, a fluid silk weave, Sheridan had felt like a mare in heat when she’d seen him in her room earlier. Now his golden physique, enhanced by the golden reflecting candlelight, caused her mouth to water. Ravenously, she hungered, wanton anticipation seizing her loins. He was breathtaking, his mating sword a dark gold, and partially raised.
Her lips were wild to taste him everywhere, anywhere.
"You have displeased me, slave lover," he growled. Moving beside her, he claimed her wrists in one hand.

TWO
"Consider this your punishment." Thin silk cord wrapped tightly, binding her wrists together.
Sheridan gasped in a breath. Dark heat pooled low in her loins, a wicked heat demanding to be assuaged. Her thrust breasts ached from merely the air’s touch. "Yes, my master."
Pivoting before her, he reached down pinching her nipples, his nails biting into them. "Master," she begged, knowing that was the role he wanted her to act out. And knowing part of him still wanted her punishment.
Sheridan didn’t care, her clit ignited. Her silky juices touched her inner thighs.
"Has your wife displeased you, Squire?"

THREE
"Or do you merely revel in the pleasures of Pyrexsia?" Zag indolently seated himself on the chair, propped one leg up.
"My wife adores the pain pleasure of candle wax dripping upon her teats. The burn of the wax between her thighs. I may do anything I please with her then." With a trained elegance, Squire Headrow lit three simple taper candles. Then his weak gaze flitted between Sheridan and Zag, his assessment fed by a cunning nature.
Following the lead of their host, Zag lit the three candles atop the table beside the arm of his large master’s chair–

FOUR
opposite where his gorgeous Sheridan was on erotic display. Idly, he moved his hand before her breast, flicked her nipple repeatedly with his nail.
Her pleasure fiercely exquisite, Sheridan whimpered. She arched her back, allowing her head to fall back. "Please, master, must you hurt me?"
"Your pain merely begins, slave lover."
"No...please..."
"May I, Squire?" Zag swiftly retrieved a small fine crop. Sliding it between his fingers, he arrogantly purred, "I am training my slave lover to obey my whip."
"Anywhere, but where the wax will fall, Baron. I see your whip’s mark on your slave lover’s rump."

Kiss from the Kougar's lash...

Flash! and Experimental Crash

Hello, my Lovely Big Cats, have you ever written that novel, that poem, that story you just purring-positively adored...but *the big sexy butt* of it is, your penned creation just wasn't ready for prime time, or considered publishable by the big boy publishers, or even by all the wonderful small print and e-publishers?

If you have, you will be tolerant and empathetic toward the Kougar's plight. Or to her SEx Flash Fiction offering at ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ and also offered below, just for us, my Exquisite and Adorable Cats.

The theme today was one of betrayal. And there are lots of absolutely FLASHING fabulous, emotionally deep ~ NO ONE UNDER 18 ~ entries. Parade on over, Big Kitties.

Hey all, loving the depth of emotion in all the flashes, and the variety!

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Presented today for your non-enjoyment are three very uneven flashes. And remember, kiddies, this is HOW YOU SHOULD NOT WRITE!!! Consider this a valuable lesson in what it takes not to get published.
However, I couldn't RESIST, since I had such fun writing all the retaliation scenes in this novel, Risk-Fierce Ravishing Pilot ~ which was a writing experiment for me -- you know, writing on the road less traveled.
In my defense, whenever I entered it contests 30% of the judges loved it, 30% hated it, and the rest thought I needed basic grammar lessons. I had one judge rave for three pages over it. And when I entered it in RWA's Golden Heart contest, I received one score of 10, which was the highest score at that time. So, on the whole, I don't consider it a failure. Although, it's not publishable in today's market.
This is a space opera story set on another world and in a different space and time. I was going for culture and atmosphere, which is considerably different than our Earth culture.

ONE

"Is it sporting-sex safe?" Roshee asked, her gaze teasing-curious as she quick-glided beside Kazmaryk. They had been friends since middle childhood.
"So it sport-appears...for now. He claims he is marriage-properly vow-courting me," she desert-dry confided.
"And you ferocious-doubt his bar-words," Roshee probed, signaling for beverage service.
"Chuxor," they harmony-spoke together, memory-grinning at each other.
"That handsome dashing man played me for the heart-soft romantic fool...months of sweetest courtship...a few nights of marathon-glorious passion...and all he truly ambition-desired--"
"Was the commerce-expansion of his import business," Roshee flat-derided, accepting her tingle-elation drink. "Retaliation was fierce fun." She brilliant-dainty smiled.

TWO

"Goddess superiority reigns! Revenge was ambrosia. His mistake was in believing I would remain his passion-adoring puppet. His to command into the vast new market of space."
"I will never...holy convent never...forget the dazed desolate look on his face, when he disembarked from Grinkiv’s delivery ship."
Roshee erupted into loud giggles, sipping her drink to regain some composure.
"I know," Kazmaryk savored, lioness-wide smiling. "And eventually Grinkiv did forgive my tiny deception...especially since there were no repercussions...and as a woman she understood my ruthless rage."
Knowing Grinkiv, a Yeffig woman, salivated over erotic taming men of different races, with their permission, Kazmaryk had delivered Chuxor to the white-fur large primate pilot. She was leaving on a short Run, returning to Artusa within a few cycles of the moon. Kazmaryk had gift-delivered him in Yeffig sexual tradition--with his wrists cuffed before him, his lips clamped--and oiled-completely naked.

THREE

"Sex-besides!" Roshee wicked-smiled. "She did immensely enjoy slave-training him to her particular pleasures. That was the highest fun--listening to her tales of what she made him lusting-do to her. How she enjoyed whip-lashing his molasses smooth buttocks... threatening his male-limp sensitivity whenever he balked at dutiful performance–" Roshee burst into huge giggles.
"And the moral of our little story is: never confide to a woman you plan to ambition-use and heart-ruin, what manner of alien woman most disgusts your passion palate," Kazmaryk triumphed, touching her container to Roshee’s in mutual understanding of the misguided ego-monstrous male.

Experimental smooches from the Kougar...

Liquid Silver SExing with the Kougar

Big Beautiful Kitties ~ Beware! Fantasy Zone Ahead ~ Wait, that sign goes on the door of my writer’s office (or the bedroom door when thinking about Adrian Paul).

For another pic of Adrian Paul as Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander, and for the rare opportunity to enjoy one of moi's poems, my eager kitties ~ take a long-running stride over to the Kougar's Silver Expressions blog ( liquidsilverbooks.com/blog), titled: One Kiss ~ There Can Be Only One in a Kilt

Kisses to all the kilt-adorned lions 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...

Flash! Naughty Birthday Bash

Flash! My Beautiful Big Cats, attend the naughty birthday bash for Jeanne at SEx, Liquid Silver Expressions blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~
Not only is Jeanne, the Gemini birthday girl, hosting her own Flash Fiction day, but she's serving up a bit of astrological insight, and, best of *cake-and-icing* all, she's serving up her HAWT out-of-this-world flash fiction. And I yowling-mean HAWT!
Apologies, Big Kitties, the Kougar's eyes are droopy tired. So, without further meow-adieu moi's flash and birthday bash below ~
From the Kougar's WIP ~ Don't Bite the Fortune Teller ~ King of Spades
ONE
"Remember." The disembodied voice coaxed. "Remember the first time you met him...met Zhayme. That’s good. You’re remembering...it’s only a dream, a harmless dream. How did it all begin? How did you meet him?...That’s it...
***
"Rosie," Solitaire answered her cell phone. "You’re lucky I have this thing on." Rosie coughed, then wheezed. "Hey, what’s wrong?"
"Cold...flu...something swelling my head to the size of a watermelon."
"Too sick for that special birthday party you’ve been bragging about the past of couple of weeks."
"I’d go. Read the Tarot. But I feel like – to go with the theme – bat crap."
TWO
"Bat crap? What is it, a fanged vampire dress up?"
"You remember Steve, my ex from about five years ago?"
"Yeah, yeah – tall, dark, dangerous and definitely unfaithful."
Rosie wheezed a chuckle. "Okay, I got Rick now. I don’t give a witch’s shit anymore about the past."
"Yep, your Rick is a dreamboat hunk and a sweetie with us gals. –You need me to go to this vampire elegante’ evening in your place – right, hon?"
Rosie hacked up phlegm like the best of ‘em. "Yeah, Rick is coming over, soon as he gets off work. Bringing the charmed chicken soup."
THREE
"Charmed chicken soup? I take it he stirred in his lovie dovie vibes." Solitaire grinned for her friend’s happiness.
"Add lots of get-well kisses."
"Great recipe name, sweetie. Can I steal it? Hey, do I have to dress like a vampiress? I don’t really like the fake fang thing. Hard to talk, you know, actually give readings."
"No fangs, sweets. They requested a gypsy fortune teller, the birthday guest of honor’s favorite. That’s why I called you."
"Sure." Solitaire sighed deeply. "I just hope they’re not expecting raven hair and sparkling dark eyes. Yeah, sure, I can do it. –What time?"

A naughty birthday smooch from the Kougar...

Happy Picnic-ing & Two Lips Chat

Happy Picnics, Big Cats all, if that's your meow-fun way to enjoy the holiday weekend. And blessings to all Those who serve and who have served, and to all Those who truly believe in and fight for freedom.

As a tiny cub the Kougar adored family picnics. The food ~ baked beans, deviled eggs, potato chips, chocolate cake, lemonade. Racing around a huge grassy area beneath the wide blue sky, swinging enthusiastically on the swingset, playing tag ~ just being with Mom and Dad, and moi's siblings. Simple family pleasures, and some of the absolute best.

Deep in her heart, the Kougar has always treasured family, the idea, and the reality, despite the dysfunctions, the ones we all face. In today's world, so much of that is simply gone. Sure, there's the ever-popular family values rhetoric and the *it's for the kids* rhetoric -- yet, roaring-truth, the deep down feeling of family, of truly cherishing each other, of actually living those values from the heart, from the soul...yowling! not so much. No, not so much.

If this doesn't apply to you, Big Cats, you are the lucky, the bluebird-lucky ones!

Today, when the Kougar ventured forth in her wilding yard, small butterflies danced around her. The red rose bush with fat buds got a whole bucket full of delicious gray water. And the horse weed around the sunning daffodil leaves got jerked out of the rain-saturated ground. For, moi has gained a bit of strength and is encouraging her body to continue healing with physical activity, as she can manage.

Okay, Big Kitties, the Kougaress did paw-complete posting her blog, The Fun of Writing Red Lioness Tamed on ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ Since moi wasn't familiar with the posting format, the cover art pic was a bit of a problem. Purring-however, it looks bee-u-tiful! And, when moi has time...when is that? Krazed Kat, Crazy Cat! she plans to give her Red Lioness more a presence on the Liquid Silver forum.

And, for her next blog on Siren-BookStrand blog, the Kougar is considering a scene where her Lady Sheridan first enjoys music and dancing with Baron Zaggry ~ music being the theme. Of course, there is also the blog idea of the lover gifts from the Baron to his Sherfantasy.

Ah, my Beautiful Big Cats, the Kougar has resorted to dated lists of everything to be done and accomplished now. Wowza! and it seems to be growing by leaps and bounds. Perhaps, that's why moi encountered that sweet tortoise on her drive. Message: Slow down? Moi slammed on the brakes, praying her van tire would not strike or crunch turtlie! Thank Bast, the turtle was still about two feet away, and was gently place on patch of dry thatch amid the high prairie grasses.

Ah-Ha! Two Lips Yahoo Loop tomorrow! is Liquid Silver Author day. The Kougar almost forgot to meow and roar about it the event! Come on by, indulge in our raucous racy chats. There just might be that book you have to reading-savor!

X-Rated!!! No Kitty Kats under 18! Grrrr...the Kougar means it! Fangs bared.

Run, run, run! Over to Title Magic. Eden Bradley is our guest blogger. And she is absolutely extraordinary. Mew-sings below.

Hi Eden, so glad to have you here with us! Turquoise or purple? Being a purple fanatic, yet also loving turquoise...I dunno, if it were my tattoo, I'm not sure which color I'd go for. Like I said before, I adore your White Tara. And if I ever got a tattoo, I'd like a swirly heart design on the back of my right shoulder, or a fairy on a Pegasus on my leg, near my ankle, where I got brown spider bite, when I was thirteen. Actually, I really want a belly button ring.
Your neck tattoos are very sexy. In fact, I'm reminded of a woman I saw once who had one of the sexiest tattoo placements I ever saw. Her skin color was a beautiful deep olive, and she just had a symbol in black, on the back of her shoulder, close to the base of her neck. I've never forgotten how impressed I was.
'Sploshing'? There's my ignorance showing.
Eden, you are absolutely amazing in your writing and all you've accomplished, and what you are accomplishing.
And, better days ahead.
Again, thanks, for being with us.
Eden, thanks for the 'sploshing' explanation. That makes sense. I have to admit I would find it enjoyable to lick chocolate or honey or whipped cream off a man's body. Hey, just make him into a giant banana split -- okay, that didn't 'come' out right. Yeah, I'll go with the banana being a certain part of his anatomy -- which I wasn't thinking of -- 'cause I love banana splits.
Oh, well, if I go on, it will just get decidedly worse...or better from your point of view.
Anitra, I like those tribal armbands also. The primal throbbing juices take over...for sure!

Picnic fun kisses from the Kougar...

First Kiss of Liquid Silver

The first kiss of liquid silver...my ever-charming Big Cats. On Friday the Kougar will be doing her first blog on the Liquid Silver blog, SEx, or Silver Expressions ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~

Yes and a big meow, the Kougar's blog is ready, all nice and paw-penned. Now if only the techie widget thingies will be cooperative??? Since moi hasn't used that format before, who knows in the Great Kitty Universe? Any yowling-bets out there? On how frustrated the Kougar Kat will clawing-feel?

Purr-continuing, moi's blog is titled ~ The Fun of Writing Red Lioness Tamed ~ because it was huge space adventuring fun. And what Big Cat wouldn't want to experience the future as a red lioness shifter with Kickassitude? Especially with a swashbuckling fierce-resourceful Captain, who desires her most savagely, and no matter what.

Yay! For fantasies!

Roaring dilemma, the Kougar bit the bullet, not the chicken leg, and contacted her editor for Tangerine Carnal Dreams about one issue which needs to be resolved. So, it's wait and watch the savanna until then. However, moi has definitely created a better story with the suggestions and corrections offered. And since the word limit no longer exists, that leaves room for more world building and more action added to the scenes. Yippee, ride that bad boy stud shifter. Which moi's heroine, Kattalonia, definitely does...naked.

Also, Big Beautiful Cats, more published novels are on the horizon for the Kougaress via today's e-mail. Yowie Zowie. And so work-swamped. But that's good thing, a real good catnip thing.

Take a lovely lazy stroll over to Title Magic, my wonderful Kitties. Today Evonne gave us another wonderful blog about how contests are done on the other side of the pond. Mew-sings below.

Evonne, I second what Lexie said. I love your posts. It is traveling where I don't get to -- thanks so much.That will be so cool when we get to hear from Helen on her experience of the awards.Hey, we need a report or a blog on astrologically building a character.

First silver kiss from the Kougar...

Flash! And Burn the Brain Bio

Meow about burning the Kougar's brain cells, my Big Beautiful Cats ~ However, moi has been a good little kitty girl and written her bio...and! her question portion for her Siren-BookStrand Author's page. Then she claw-sent it winging into the cyber ethers. Will it need revisions, the Kougaress doesn't own a tuna salad sandwich clue.
Her squinchy eyes bleary, the Kougaress yawns like she would after a day of time traveling and hunting on the vast ancient savannas. A brief rest, and it's back to the editing cave.
Flash! and the lash of time, moi did manage to add her flash fiction contribution on the Liquid Silver blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~
From my current WIP ~ Don’t Bite the Fortune Teller ~ Chapter One: King of Hearts ~
One
Solitaire struggled to awaken. Her head nastily throbbed, muzzy – as if she suffered from a bad case of the flu. She wasn’t in bed, his four poster magnificent, so-soft bed. She lay on a surface hard as concrete that felt slick as polished stone, with her head resting on her partially numb arm. Something was horribly wrong.
Not moving and not opening her eyes, Solitaire listened for any sound. Only quiet, the kind of quiet she’d known in an underground facilities. Dead quiet. The air didn’t move.
God...she moaned inside. God...I must be locked in...wherever this is...oh no.
Two
Calming herself, Solitaire didn’t move. She focused on any smell around her. First, the faint whiff of an expensive cigar. Human odors, traces of two males – a woman, mid thirties – her perfume floral, delicate.
There was nothing else she could detect.
If he was here...God, God, where is he...is he safe? Help me...help me.
Her head clearing to hazy, Solitaire concentrated on scanning her body, searching for drugs, any substance foreign to her. As he had taught her.
She found a mild nerve toxin, probably plant-based instead of synthetic. Obviously a toxin that had rendered her helpless and unconscious.
Three
Solitaire groaned inside, wanting to scream – wanting to shake the walls with her screams. She moved slightly, as if she merely stirred to wakefulness – anything to relieve her log-numb arm.
Cautiously she opened one eye. Black. Blackness. The deepest darkest part of the jungle sang through her mind.
"We know you’re awake." The words blasted through her, a giant megaphone shouting into her body.
Solitaire deepened her breaths, stared into fathomless blackness.
"So," she challenged.
"Where is he?"
She sucked in two swift breaths, raised her head. "Disney World. Yeah, that’s it, I remember. He’s playing Prince Charming this week."
Good kitty girl smooch from the Kougar...

Flash! then Crash...

Happy Meow Mother's Day to every Big Cat Mama, to every mother. What was the Kougar's gift to her mommy? A totally from scratch, partially organic, made with no recipe Pineapple Upside Down cake. Yummy for the tummy, and one of her mommy's favorite foods. Completed with Breyer's French Vanilla Ice Cream.

Flash! then Crash! into beddie bye ~ the Kougar posted her first Sunday Flash Fiction on the Liquid Silver blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ before she rolled in the sheets this morning around five in the morning. Once again, it was a lovely international day of flashing. And if you never thought libraries were fun...well, shuckey-dern, Roscoe James, Liquid Silver author, just might change your mind, or convince you never to have a late library book???
Without further purring-adieu, the Kougar's fiction-flashing...

From my WIP ~ Don’t Bite the Fortune Teller
ONE
Her hands still shaking slightly, she fanned the cards. And desperately wished she didn’t look like an unprofessional klutz. "Choose a card, Birthday Man."
"You should know, my Solitaire...I have the ability to choose whichever card I desire."
Ohmygawd, his hand...impossibly beautiful and powerful, with tapered fingers. Solitaire swallowed down her passion, now threatening to steam out her ears.
"Prove it," she murmured the challenge, ridiculously breathless.
"King of hearts," he low purred. Selecting one card with the grace of a magician, he presented it to her.
The King of Hearts – the card’s face seized her entire being.
TWO
She tore her gaze away from the betraying card. "Is that a statement?" she inanely crooned.
"Soon to be ‘truth’." His voice grazed over every inch of her flesh.
"Is that so?" She flung up her chin, having knife-flung the question at him.
He smiled, trip-tripping her heart.
"I do have a question for the fortune teller who can see our newest project beneath the ocean."
"What? The manner of my disappearance?"
"We will have to ‘disappear’ for a short time, to view the city."
"View the city...?"
"My question..." he honed in on her eyes with his eyes, darkly intense.
THREE
"Who seeks to destroy me? By sabotaging our restoration?" The importance of her answer shone in his eyes.
"The invisible man," she blurted out, the words pulled from her.
"Make him visible, my Solitaire...to your mind’s eye."
His command was hypnotic. Not to be refused. She wondered at her compliance as the image quickly formed. An office of wealth and power. Expensive subdued furnishings. The seal of the United States, a flag...the politician’s face...the elder politician she easily recognized behind his huge resplendent desk...
Solitaire squeezed her eyelids tightly.
"No need to speak his name, my Solitaire."

Kiss of the Fortune Teller from the Kougar...

Flash! Big Cat with a Burning Brain

Is moi's brain ever on high-burning sizzle today, my Beautiful Big Cats. And not from the joys of writing erotic romance. Meow-darn it. Tail-twitch heck!
Nope. First moi enjoyed learing about her fellow Siren-BookStrand authors. Then the Kougar burned a blaze of fierce pondering through her currently over-worked brain, just writing her Intro for the new Siren-BookStrand Author's blog ~ sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
Having lived a life definitely dancing to a different drummer, this was no small task. Much easier to have written on moi's patiently waiting stack of WIPs. Especially the one contracted.
Flash day! Big Kitties. No, the Kougar has never used a raincoat. However, once she flashed theater actors from up in the control section, wearing only a sheer black babydoll, while they were performing. Shushshsh...that's just our little kitten secret.
Once again, it's an international celebration today on the Liquid Silver blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ Moi's dancing-contribution below.
SEDUCTION BY CELESTIAL OVERLORD ~ One
Soltana danced alone, sultry, wild and free. Mesmerizing shafts of neon light surrounded her. She danced high, on top of one small circle platform. Around her, kaleidoscopic lights shot through the enormous dance area – crisscrossing in sync with the thunder sexual music. The immense danceclub was filled to capacity with the night-playing crowd. And everywhere, bare skin was enticingly boldly displayed, with everyone raging-dressed in their favorite fantasy costumes.
Soltana danced only for herself, her personal once-a-week celebration. She owned no intention of succumbing to a one-night adventure in lust.
Two
As she danced, Soltana’s legs gleamed, bared flesh from her small ankles, to the top of her thighs. Her skin was the color of pale golden caramel from days spent sunning herself beneath the large orange sun. Once her turn was over, she descended the long spiral curve of stairs from the small platform. Soltana danced downward, her body supple lust. Blooming suns of light burst around her, making her small naked waist an invitation.
That was the first part of her he saw after entering the primitive celebration. Her sinuous waist, luminous with the explosion-changing lights. Untamed, he watched.
There is nothing like cowboy lust. Lotta, thanks. This is the third and final installment on this flash. The brain is burned, baby. I need some real dancing!
Three
Her black satin shorts hugged voluptuous hips. Black tight satin revealed her lush round bottom – and black tight satin flaunted her Venus-round belly. Hip-undulating with the change in music to a slow sensual fiery rhythm, she came to him. Not knowing she came to him. And he wanted. Desired. With the heat of a rutting stallion.
Easily, he mind-sensed her innate shyness. Delving deeper, he discovered her interaction with males had been limited. Initiated in the ways of sex, she owned little knowledge of a male’s nature and being. Let alone his true celestial nature and being as her Lord.

Roar-exciting announcement, Big Fantasy Cats. Check this out!
Tooting My Own Horn ~ P.E. Cunningham
Posted by Savanna Kougar at 1:07 PM
Hi Title Magicians, our own Pat 'P. E.' Cunningham, one of the ATIV finalists has a feature story in the Fantasy and Science Fiction Magazine! I'm totally excited for her. The link to the magazine site is at the end of the post.
Pat, Beam-me-up-Scotty congratulations!
Loop announcement from Pat:
This has nothing to do with romance, but ... The June issue of the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction has one of my stories in it.
I even got my name on the cover! It's called "Monkey See ... " and
it's about a warrior woman, her talking sword, and lots and lots of
monkeys. I don't get any extra money for copies sold, but the publisher will
be very pleased.
Pat C. ~ http://www.sfsite.com/fsf/

Burned brain smooch from the Kougar...