The Blue Pleasures of March

A most elegant purring issues forth from the Kougaress's lips for her Blue Pleasures of March.

Monday...monday...monday....echoing...Big Cats, All Shades of Blue Paradise, will be available from Siren Publishing.

The Kougar is tickled blue instead of pink, even if she is *meow purr* utterly female, and adores most every shade of pink ever invented or created.

Shades of pink adorned the sunset sky yesterday in the most amazing and soul-inspiring display. Sweet languorous bow to Bast. All the pink shades the Kougaress wishes resided in her closet, gowns to be worn at fancy elegant balls, evening dresses to be worn during sultry and seductive nights out. Wish..wish...wish...

Once upon a time, the Kougaress had time to adore fashion, to create her own designs...once upon a time. Now that pleasure is reserved for her fanciful stories, her fantasy realms. The silk-sumptuous and satin-splendid, all shades of blue wardrobe belonging to Lady Sheridan, heroine in All Shades of Blue Paradise. For in Sheridan's World of the Blue Pearl Moon the beauty of a woman is cherished, adorned, admired. The enhancement of a woman's beauty is encouraged, praised -- more than demanded or commanded. It is not a world media-screaming that a woman is 'not good enough' unless she turns into a stepford wife barbie doll victoria's secret model. For, beauty is revered, not coerced by fools and ruthless bullies, who loathe themselves.

The World of the Blue Pearl Moon – A world of lush erotic decadence, where the fiercest passions between a woman and a man need never be denied. A world of potent seductive arts, where every appetite is served in the salons and the lavish entertainments. A world of wicked and resplendent pleasures, where the love between a man and a woman is a sensual lusty affair, soaring up to the radiant blue vault of sky.

Blurb: [Erotic Paranormal Romance] Beneath the blue pearl moon, Lady Sheridan's fiance, Baron Zaggry, broke her heart into unbearable pieces. Ten years later, she becomes his love slave. Baron Zaggry never discovered why his Sher broke their engagement. Now, he has ten years worth of denied pleasures to enjoy her however he chooses.

Big Beautiful Kitties, you must paw-spring over to Title Magic. Evonne provides an insightful wonderful interview with Amanda Grange, an UK author featured in the March edition of Romantic Times magazine. Musings and meows below:

Evonne, wonderful interviewing style.
Amanda, amazing! I'd just had a chance to read the March RT, and noticed the feature article. Pride and Prejudice is my favorite of the Austin novels. There was something so heart-wrenching when the heroine and hero finally came together. and such a completion of the heart.
I admire your ability get into the minds of these characters, to tell their stories. Thank you for sharing today. Now if only I could steal that gown on the cover.

Also, a yowl-follow up to moi's Title Magic blog of yesterday.

Anitra, hi April Aries, have you ever looked at your full chart. For example, my moon is in scorpio. You might have some significant scorpio influence.
Yeah, ever since my tomboy running days, I've loved men in that respect. I've fallen in love with a man for his intellect, mostly. Too bad, the rest of the package wasn't all that wonderful.

Blue and pink kisses (double) from the Kougar...

Red Lioness Magic

Big Kitties, just for your all-knowing radiant eyes, my blog on Title Magic today.

March Madness and Magic
Red Lioness Magic – with the release of my first e-novel, a perfect description for the month of March for me. And we have a winner, a new Dorchester author. American Title IV has been decided, the reader’s choice to be announced in Romantic Times magazine. Congratulations to both finalists. Opportunity is blowing your way, fast and ferocious as a March wind.
Okay, okay, I confess. Heaving an enormous sigh, I cross my arms over my heaving bosom (insert your favorite bodice ripper heroine here)...okay, this picture, the God of War from Xena, Warrior Princess – and this blog is a gift to myself, not a picture of a hero from one of my novels.
I’m an Aries, and soon good ole’ Sol will leave the dreaming-creative sign of Pisces, to shine it’s radiance in the pioneering-innovative sign of Aries, ruled by Mars energy. Think of the Spring Equinox as the portal. Yep, the sun will explode on top of my natal sun, or where the sun was at the time of my birth. So, why wouldn’t I, being a red-blooded, ‘Mars Red’ woman, be hankerin’ over that smoldering hunk o’ fiery lust and love, the God of War – the Greek Ares or the Roman Mars. Or, better yet, the actor, Kevin Tod Smith, tragically no longer with us (March 16, 1963–February 15, 2002).
Hmmm...March 16...the month of March being named after the Roman god, Mars...a bit of cosmic coincidence? I dare think not. More like the Fates wove those gold and silver threads in a destiny realized, a depiction of the god Ares for modern times. A gift for the modern TV audience. For those of us starving, soul-desperate for more than the god technology has become in our world. Yes, a gift from the grand cosmos.
But...confession time again, most bad boys don’t do it for me, but then, neither do most ‘good guys’. Just a few bad boys light my passionate fires, spin me to wildfire, then blaze me up to wanton breathlessness. And that’s quite enough to get a gal into real serious up-in-smoke trouble (all confessions deleted here).
Trouble, yep. Thank the goddesses and gods, this is only a picture. March madness is upon me. No, not basketball. Unless, I was star-blinked onto Mt. Olympus, and found myself suddenly engaged in court-dribbling, battle-of-the-sexes combat with that very bad boy in black leather pictured above.
Talk about and swoon over power, power as an aphrodisiac. The power of a god is pure sexual ambrosia.
Yet, like Xena, my fantasy attraction was also a love-hate breathlessness. There was just something about Ares, the god of war, that held me utterly desire-entranced at times, something ‘that did it’. Dark and dangerous, the ability to scorch a woman to such desire, the top of Mr. Olympus would be as nothing in comparison. And...the desire to love a man-god who obviously needed real love, the bad boy redeemed – in fierce conflict with my hatred, a savage hate for the god’s careless arrogant brutality against mere mortals, against humanity.
So, in the end, like Xena, I would be saying ‘no’, more than ‘yes’ to this gorgeous god of war – the love of humanity triumphant in my heart as it was for Xena, Warrior Princess.
So, would you succumb to the god of war? As Xena was tempted, as I was tempted...?
Draxen Z of the Venture, my hero in Red Lioness Tamed, is not the dark god of war, unless he fights to save his woman, or his family. Yep, he possesses that irresistible, take-charge charm and he’s enough of a ‘bad boy’ to captivate the heroine, despite herself and her fate-ridiculous predicament.
Available from Liquid Silver Books.

In contrast to the dark brutal rule of Ares over the mortal realm, Baron Zaggry Dhio Vettura, my hero in All Shades of Blue Paradise, is golden cougar in his fierce-ruling nature, as he battles the court intrigues designed to gain ultimate power in the Realm, and ruin him by destroying his heart.
Available March 10 from Siren Publishing.
Heroes, sometimes you can’t live with them, or without them? Hey! When is Heroes returning? To TV fantasy land?

Moi's meowings below:

Ahh, Mel, my fellow fire girl. Yep, give me that good guy with a rebel bad boy streak. Trish, that was a bad day when I learned Kevin Tod Smith had passed. He had that electric virile charisma that could carry off that god role. Don't see that in a lot of actors.Anitra, yeah, my sis is like that, too. She's a Scorpio.

The Kougar Smiles

The Kougar yawns constantly, her eyes watery and bleary, from lack of slumber and her journey on the long trail to capture her much-needed groceries. Begun beneath mid-morning's immense blue luscious sky. The return, as gusts from the Arctic delivered a chill and chased in the gray blanket of clouds.

The Kougar smiles. Because despite her weariness, she posted an excerpt from Red Lioness Tamed on Kayelle Allen's Romance Lives Forever yahoo loop. Roaring-purr and slap-happy grin. Even if the Kougaress's tail remains un-moving, her energies depleted.

And now, the decision arrives with the ending wind-down of the American Title IV competition. Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis needs a publishing home. A good fit, O Angelic Ones, is the Kougar's rumbling-prayer. A blessing to All concerned.

Meow! Big Cats, did any of you catch Jericho last night? Roar about ramping up the tension to nuclear explosive! And the Kougar morsel-sampled New Amsterdam, Immortal on the lookout for his soul's love mate, so he can be mortal. Strange, although life on current-day Earth fosters a wish for mortality. Promising??? The Kougar did relish all the history references, a taste of splendid wine to her soul. Heliotrope and Sarah Bernhardt. Madagascar Red, mural paint mixed with gold. Speakeasies...the Shaman powers of the American Indians. And ahhh, the con. The magnificent antique desk made by the artisan who crafted it originally...what could be more fun? if the Kougar resided in the realm of the Immortal on Earth, than to craft her own designs of ye olden days for necessary coin.

Lovely Big Kitties, Mai blogs on Title Magic about inspiration, taking those few moments to restore your spirit. Meows below:

Mai, that was so beautiful. I know what you mean, the sunsets on the horizon of my prairie are the Divine's gift. And lift my spirit no matter how much despair has me in it's grip.I wrote this on my blog yesterday: Orchid fading into lavender becoming purple indigo, the sunset on the flat winter prairie yesterday, Big Beautiful Cats. Today, Sol reigns red-pink supreme, neon on the far horizon, staining the Kougar's pond to its blaze-shining color. While the sky is majestic during the day, lapis lazuli blended with crystal, poured as a liquid above the Kougaress.

Yawning smooch from the Kougar...

Year of the March Lioness

Orchid fading into lavender becoming purple indigo, the sunset on the flat winter prairie yesterday, Big Beautiful Cats. Today, Sol reigns red-pink supreme, neon on the far horizon, staining the Kougar's pond to its blaze-shining color. While the sky is majestic during the day, lapis lazuli blended with crystal, poured as a liquid above the Kougaress. And moi thinks 'bluebird skies', that's the description ~ and a perfect reminder All Shades of Blue Paradise from Siren Publishing arrives on Monday, March 10. *Insert big squinchy grin*

Pleasure tingles, Big Kitties. Rolling-on-luxurious-carpet squee with a large feline smile and rumbling purrs, the Kougar brazenly adores viewing her e-novel, Red Lioness Tamed on the computer big screen, and featured in Liquid Silver's newsletter, The Silver Siren, available for purchase. The pride of accomplishment flows through her, along with the hope her story adventure will be enjoyed.

Year of the March Lioness, on Coast with George Noory last night the bumper music was the Kougar's friend. Once again the melodic haunting song, Year of the Cat, played -- sweetly resonating with moi's spirit. And, meow-purr, an invitation from Liquid Silver Books' author, Kayelle Allen, to join her Romance Lives Forever Yahoo group, where all sorts of fictional heroines, heroes and critters live, roaming free for the reader's delight. Kayelle's lion kitties are human and feline bred, whereas moi's Red Lioness heroine is a shifter -- human, lioness woman and pure lioness. Yowl about a cyber world of pc tolerance and cooperation.

On a dark growl...fang-sarcastic kudos to whoever designed this Crud virus. Yep, it travels, hitting one body system after another.

Big Cats, launch on over to Title Magic. Lexie blogs about the creative process in a clear and beautiful way. Meows below:

Lexie, I don't know about the blank screen affect. However, walking has always worked for me, especially walking in nature. I'm also a sky lover, so I'm always gazing up at the heavens. And daydreaming just before or after sleeping has brought about some of my best story ideas, or the next scene, or how the plot progresses.

Air smooches from the Kougar...

March Madness Explosion

An excerpt from Chapter One, Red Lioness Tamed, Liquid Silver Books, my Big Beautiful Kitties, just for you. For the entire first chapter visit Liquid Silver and click excerpt.

"Frax! My brain feels like it’s been spun out of cobwebs," Sun Rocket muttered. She squeezed her eyelids open and shut several times, shifting slightly on the hard metallic surface. Expelling a breath, she attempted to open her eyes. "Frax it to the sun! More cobwebs," she angrily complained.
Pressing her hand over her eyes, she sniffed carefully. Sterile, her surroundings, except for harmless micro dust--except for her--about half a day away from a bath or a good tongue licking. Experimentally she shoved with her foot. Half her usual body weight. She was probably inside some cargo hold, orbiting or...
Sun Rocket shot up to a sitting position. Her head spun at some undefined warp speed. Blinking rapidly, she forced one eye to remain open, seeing ubiquitous gray cargo containers randomly stacked around her. "How the friggin’ frax...?"
She fought to stand upright, assisted by the lessened gravity, and crashed into a tall stack of empty containers. Stumbling into more containers, she kicked at them, managing to knock them out of her way while her head whirled like a new-forming galaxy.
"Not like there’s going to be a port window in here," she muttered derisively. Both eyes open now, she watched the wall circle before her impaired vision like a dimensional portal.
Steadier and steadier on her feet, her brain cobwebs clearing, she automatically reached for her left flank phase pistol. Gone! "Dang the villain! Of course!" she reminded herself. All her weapons would have been stripped during transport into the cargo hold by the beam.
What cargo hold?
Frustrated, wild, she lashed out at the nearest containers with her combat-trained feet--scattering them, semi-floating them away from her. Spying a dark, glass-looking monitor at the top of the hold, Sun Rocket shoved the nearest containers beneath it. Rapidly she threw containers together like a tower. Heedlessly she leapt up the huge makeshift steps, leaned her palms against the wall. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to examine the convex reddish monitor--not a type she knew.
"Get down from there!" a highly irritated male voice commanded in third galactic vernacular.
Wobbling precariously, Sun Rocket knelt on one knee. "Not like I can’t land on my feet like a cat," she murmured, amused for an instant. Gazing down toward the voice’s origin, she saw the fierce male’s flowing locks, well past his shoulders--dark red amber. The humanoid-appearing male glared up at her, hands planted on his hips like a holo-romance buccaneer. From her view, the rest of him could be compared favorably to a lean, yet beautifully muscled hero. Even his garments--a style unknown to her in her far-flung galactic travels tracking down, taking in or eliminating cat shifters who had gone bad--even his garments were reminiscent of swashbuckling ancient Earth.
"Who are you?" she called down to him, resting on her haunches. It was her good luck moon, she was still in human form. Not every galactic race "appreciated" feline shifters. To put it tuna-fish mildly.
"This is my vessel. Get down now!"
Sun Rocket was surprised smoke didn’t billow forth from his ears and his mouth. If he’d been a dragon shifter--well, she could be coughing out lungfuls of nasty smoke.
"You failed to answer my question," she flung down to him, tensed herself to do battle.
Ominously he pressed his belt, eliminating the gravity field. Her tower of containers floated, as she now floated, helpless. The next moment she fell downward, the gravity restored. Forcing herself not to shift, and land on her four cat paws, Sun Rocket twisted to land in a roll.

March Madness Explosion! Big Cats! Today is Red Lioness Launch day at Liquid Silver Books. And! Ta Da! the American Title IV winner was revealed. Shush-meow, our mouths are duck-taped shut. No one must know the winner. Or it's loose the lions of hell against the snitch. Yowl-ouch! Watch those ripping claws, will ya? Moi has not purred a single letter of the winner's name. No, not a rumbling sniffle. For, that sacred honor belongs to Romantic Times and Dorchester. Paws off! King of the beasts...unless...a flirting Kougar rub...

Huge Kougar-smiling congratulations to the winner!

And for the rest of us, success is pounding on the door, demanding a swift entrance. The Kougaress yowling-declares. And knows.

2012, Doomsday, the end of the Mayan calender -- is pounding at the door, having been granted the favor of mass media attention recently. Timing and synchronicity for moi's 2012 love story, When a Good Angel Falls.

Today, on the prairie winter temps return like the March lion pouncing on the lamb spring temps of yesterday. Window-open warmth, until the rains slashed in, drenching the tame resting prairie. And the full afternoon pond shines so mirror-intensely, the light is entrancing, a pure experience of mystical beauty. Wondrous to the Kougar's eye.

Blue skies glow between the passing end-of-the storm clouds...Moi does a few shivers...what if the reviews are receiving All Shades of Blue Paradise?

Lovely Big Cats stroll on over to Title Magic. Holli blogs about how some of use our favorite reads as delayed gratification. A thought not rolled around in the Kougaress's brain until Holli's blog. Meow below:

Holli, I'm the queen of delayed gratification in a lot of ways, but not with books.
My Grandmother kept a room-full of books. And mom is the same way, my dad was too. So, it must be genetic!

Day of the Red Lioness on Title Magic blog, the release date announcement.

Anitra, thanks for the bubbly. That's the look I was going for, much to the consternation of Liquid Silver's head graphic artist, an absolute sweetheart.

Evonne, I have to use that 'unleashing the lioness'. It's too good!

Thanks, Holli, 'roaringly hot'. Yep, that goes on the list too.Mel, hope you like it. You can check out the first chapter by clicking the excerpt button.

Kisses to the all the winners from the Kougar...

Magical March Roar and Meow

Big Beautiful Cats, March 3 is the launch day in the magical month of March for moi's e-novel, Red Lioness Tamed, published by Liquid Silver Books, a Molten Silver release.
If yer partial to a futuristic adventurous romp of lust and love on the high celestial seas of space...if you have a yen for those cat shifter types, and what Big Cat doesn't? this might be the roar-yowl read for you.
Year 3051, the Earth calendar used on Terra-Mars, a terra-formed moon orbiting Mars, the home world of the heroine, Sun Rocket.
Blurb: What does a lioness shifter do when she's suddenly trapped in an unknown space cruiser's cargo hold? Then, despite her ability to savagely defend herself, she's trapped beneath the handsome human Captain. And next, cat-scratching ridiculously, she finds herself carnal-trapped, and meow yowl! bound by leather straps in his bed?
Answer: She fights tooth and claw. Problem: The loner Captain is nova-hot at seducing her.

Purr P.S. Wasn't the half-grown lion big guy with his adorable spikey mane growth, on Jay Leno too incredible and cute? Moi was, indeed, tail-slashing envious...wishing it was she rubbing heads and indulging in some wrestling play.

Magical March kisses from Sun Rocket and the Kougar...

Pleasure of Blue & Gardenia, New Atlantis

Okay, Kougar kitty is still here, despite the horrible eye crude she awoke with during her slumber. Non-disappearing pain in moi's eye was a fate not to be tolerated. After angelic intervention, lots of colloidal silver applications, grapefruit seed capsules and curcumin/bromelain capsules downed quickly...the symptoms have abated. Yay, Great Healing Cats.

Any Big Kitties catch the gorgeous playful cougar on Jay Leno last night? Most certainly moi's long lost cousin, being both so powerful and adorable. The Cougar Spirit rises! And those 'squee-meow-squee' leopard babies, could any kitty babies be cuter?

The Pleasure of Blue rises. Yesterday and today, the Kougar's vault-bowl sky was cloudless from horizon to horizon -- the color, a serene vibrant blue, the paler light of azure and sapphire...and simply stunning in splendor.

Oh, beloved yesterday, as the Kougar awoke, chanting took over her mind. Over and over her title, All Shades of Blue Paradise played like a broken record...yay-purr-celebration, in her e-mail, the arcs from Siren arrived. Along the with info her e-novel was headed for the reviewers on Monday...oh, glorious and ruthlessly troublesome thought!

Spring is close, the prairie warming for now. And synchronicities spring up like dandelions around the Kougaress. On Coast with George Noory last night, 2012 sprung forth, the black & white shades of the Kougar's When a Good Angel Falls. Today on Whitley Strieber's internet radio show, Dreamland, Jay Weidner speaks on the cornerstone opportunity of 2012. Do we thrive beyond the prison of today's world, or do we merely survive in wretchedness? William Henry, the magic alchemy man of our new age, interviewed Mr. Weidner, mentioning the Blue Apple, an ancient alchemy symbol for achieving the impossible. Moi can only selfishly hope to achieve the seemingly impossible will occur for her -- there will be some reviewers, but most importantly, the readers will enjoy her stories. Blue Apple Hope, yowl-hope.

Tangerine and Wolf synchronicity...wolves abound around the Kougaress, with no thought to dethrone her, but merely as beloved mythical messengers. Tangerine fields and marmalade skies, moi paw-pens these words as she radio-listens to the Beatle John Lennon's UFO experiences. Just a couple of days, Big Cats, Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds played as bumper music on Coast, causing the Kougar to wonder if the editor for Tangerine Carnal Dreams will be in contact???

March is the magic month for moi, since the sun arrives in her birth sign of Aries. And meow! March 1st, One being the Kougaress's numerology life path. And now it's time for the New Atlantis rising, the beginning of a new world, the celebration of a new way. Below is moi's American Title IV love scene entry. Shut your eyes, my Beautiful Big Cats, if passion-hot is not to your reading tuna-taste.

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis by Savanna Kougar - love scene entry.

Kalypso nodded, released a huge sigh as Grady pivoted from them. "Stranger and stranger," she murmured. "But not exactly. And that probably doesn’t make much sense. – Wish I could indulge in some real champagne – but the job hasn’t ended."
"He’s not lying," Zryphus growled.
"Yeah, I know. What’d you do? Use that fancy brain scanner the Feds like so much?"
"He’s part Venutian. Don’t have a strong sense of their truthfulness."
"Good excuse as I’ve ever heard...Agent." Kalypso turned to him. "You can unfurrow your over-sized brow. I’m not accepting his sperm, lab or otherwise. – Although, it’s none of your damn business. Really."
"Over-sized?" Zryphus gazed down at her, his eyes implacable sapphire. Except for what Kalypso labeled the ‘puppy’ look.
"Oh, for gawd’s sake! And men think women are over-sensitive. – Not that we aren’t at times. But the shoe fits on both feet. – Oh, never mind. That didn’t come out right. – I just meant ‘large’ – as in bigger than most males I know. – Not un-handsome." She took a breather. He still gazed down at her. "I didn’t talk about your ‘over-sized’ – organ!" she pointed out.
"Organ?"
"Cock. Phallus. Whatever you call IT in your language. – Wouldn’t that bruise your ego more – than a ‘brow’?"
"You haven’t done me the honor of looking upon IT...yet, gorgeous. How would you know if it’s over-sized?" He’d softened his tone to southern gentleman, surprising Kalypso – unnerving her a bit.
"Seemed pretty monstrous when it was pokin’ up before," Kalypso defended, knowing she swam in shark-infested waters with this ridiculous exchange. Him being the biggest shark of all – maybe he was the biggest ‘shark’ she’d ever known. She squeezed her eyelids against her own thoughts. Waited. Felt the inward-outward rush of her breath as if that’s all she could feel.
"Let’s test IT out," he whispered, "let you feel IT." He grasped her elbow, all of a sudden propelling her somewhere. "You can decide if it’s over-sized." His male whisper close to her ear, tormented her senses, taunted her loins – ignited her to liquid fire. Made her ability to think turn to corn mush. She only knew they moved into a private darkened area of The Castle – where lovers went – an area of hidden alcoves, designed for passionate trysts.
‘No’ she tried to speak. The word refused to pass her lips.
He thrust her against stone, the smooth, warm stone wall of an alcove. His huge hard body braced against hers, he held her captive. His lips seized her lips, his fierce kiss conquering her mouth before she could fight him.
His kisses conquered her senses, spun her desire out of control. She kissed him almost as boldly, her arms winding around his neck, her breasts flattening against his chest.
He played her lips, the viking virtuoso – and she desperately adored it. She kissed him as heathen-relentlessly. Not wanting to be anywhere else. Only against him.
Him.
Damn! Damn! The word ran through her soul like a chased rabbit.
She was in mucho big trouble. Big nova-type trouble. That didn’t stop her. It certainly didn’t stop him.
When he slid his large powerful hands up her thighs, beneath her dress. She did nothing, but sigh like a willing vixen against his mouth. She did nothing, but furiously play her lips against his, insatiable for him.
She let him caress her – boldly caress her thighs.
Maybe it was enough that he knew how to stroke her, claim her with long god-demanding caresses. Maybe it was their passion, the ruthless desire of his kisses to hers. Maybe it was how good he smelled. All-powerful male, potent as rich smoking tobacco.
Somewhere – in the very back of her mind – a teensy voice begged, warned her, told her ‘everyone knew’. Gardenia would know, did know. That didn’t stop her.
And somewhere – she knew he was doing carnal-exactly what he wanted to do with her – do to her. That didn’t stop her.
Exquisitely, she burned.
Excruciating, her loins burned to excruciating. Her wetness flowed, sweltering on the inside of her thighs.
His hand stroked between her thighs, all powerful. Gradually he stroked upwards, a delicious wild torment.
Claiming her mouth with steamy forceful kisses, he caressed the juncture of her thigh.
She tensed – believing he would just grab between her thighs, crudely try to excite her.
His caresses didn’t halt, his seductive rhythm continuing.
She moaned into their ferocious clinging kiss. Arching, she pressed her breasts against his chest even more. His strength to her softness, exciting her fiercely.
She whimpered against his mouth as he caressed her mound, as he claimed, gently claimed. He held her mound completely with his palm. So large she kitten-moaned.
Owning no illusion, she knew he claimed her, as a man claimed a woman he knew belonged to him. That didn’t stop her.

Pleasure of blue kiss from the Kougar -- from the ethers only...