Monday Madness

Monday mad brain, Beautiful Big Cats, and the Kougar can't keep a claw in every dish of promo out there. Not to meow-mention she had every pen-plan to continue the erotic scene in Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil, the agreement which delivers the sacred oil to Baron Zaggry. Instead, she has completed a sorta silhouette blue drawing, which may or may not be used, since it seems there is no stock pick of Lady Sheridan on a Braverth racing horse. Yowling-comments, Big Kitties?

Growl-okay, Just Paranormal Mondays is a new Yahoo group courtesy of Destiny Blaine, multi-published author with Siren Publishing. Good roaring opportunity for all, and great paranormal genre fun. Take a kitty run on over.

The Kougar did promo with review snippets. Then, moi did ask for feedback on her fang-spoof scene for Red Lioness Tailspin...should she, or shouldn't she? Include this scene in book II of Adventures of the Red Lioness.

Meow! Howling! Help! Back to writing!!!

Monday madness kiss from the Kougar...

Aries New Moon

Today the moon hides from Earth, from our eyes, Big Kitties, the Aries new moon, while the afternoon sun masquerades as the moon, the flowing clouds disguising Sol. The juicy winds of Spring warmth blow over the tame prairie. And the froggies raucously sing.
Sun and new moon, Warrior Aries rises, demands the right to live and fights for freedom, battling against every injustice. Explosions blast over the globe in every domain, from the emotional psyche to the horrible destruction of bombs. Explosions rule our current world.
Watch out, hang on, Keen-eyed Kitties, we're in for a bumpy ride.
Flash and dash, Big Cats. Below is moi's offering for flash fiction Sunday at Liquid Silver Blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ Some intriguing and inspirational pictures taken in Memphis, Home of the Blues.
"Imprisoned in stone," Shevra muttered derisively, flipping back her long tresses. She planted one hand on her defiantly thrust hip. Impatience and boredom had been her only companions for the several sun spins she and her well-hearted parents had arrived for an educational tour of this backwards mud-slow world.
Shevra stepped closer studying the magnificent woman draped in the hiding folds of her robe. Sensing the sparkle-flow of life inside, she glanced all around her. On fiery impulse, she touched her fingertip to the statue’s knee.
"Freed...where do I go?" the stunned woman whispered.
"It’s a big universe. Your choice."
Aries New Moon smooch from the Kougar...

Kiss to the Winged Messenger

Kiss to the winged messenger, Big Kitties. Upon awakening the Kougar stuck her head out the window, admiring the emerald green grass growing like weeds on her prairie, and enjoying the air, warm with Spring's arrival, and bright with the overhead sun. From the corner of her eye, the Kougaress spied a brown bird arrowing toward a tree branch. Even perched for a bit, moi could not tell what kind of birdie it was, so she sent a little message asking the bird to come closer, yet not expecting that outcome.

Yep, the deep brown birdie, medium-sized, with a pale orangey breast coloring, flew right before the Kougar, landing on top of the dried up stalk, one from last year's milkweed forest. Ready to be praised and admired, brown birdie preened handsomely, yet kept a careful watch for predators. The Kougaress cooed, speaking lovingly, using both thought and her voice. Amazingly, brown birdie boy, remained a long while, then hopping-flew from stalk to stalk, staying close.

It was a wondrous experience, Big Beautiful Cats, and the Kougar does not know if it was simply a lovely inter-species contact or a shamanic message...or both. However, the birdies are trilling and feeding, winging and swooping...probably building their nests.

Just outside moi's writing area, two itsy bitsy birdies quickly peck, concentrating on nourishing themselves.

O Winged Messenger, a message for moi?

Perhaps, the winging of her novels into the hands of those readers who would enjoy them...hope, hope.

For now, back to writing...Lady Sheridan and Baron Zaggry are winging inside his flight limo toward a carnal appointment neither one of them desires...yet one which will offer them a sacred prize toward victory in the Braverth ~ All Shades of Blue Paradise ~ Book II, Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil ~ Siren Publishing.

Winged kiss from the Kougar...

Untamed Giggling With Mrs. Giggles

Aahhh, Big Cats...yes, meow, the Kougar's Red Lioness Tamed, Liquid Silver Books, has been officially 'Giggled'. A definite rite of passage, moi must believe in this strange new land of the e-author.
Paw to the truth...her funny bone struck with a hammer, the Kougar was a giggling kitty for quite a while over her Mrs. Giggles' dry-to-the-bone and drill-to-the bone review.
Alas, there is only one loud complaining mew. See the unedited scene from Red Lioness Tailspin below. Captain Draxen Z of the Venture has his say and bit of retaliation-more. *
The score? You roar...84. There ya go. With the requisite snippet:
Still, on the whole Red Lioness Tamed is a most enjoyable quick read that doesn't take itself too seriously but instead revels in its more cheesy elements. You may need to adjust your expectations before you begin reading to enjoy this story, although the cover art - deliberately designed to reflect its dime/pulp novel nature - should have been clear indication enough of the author's intention. I believe that if you have a fondness for stories that aren't afraid to be deliberately campy and cheesy, this one may find a home on your hard drive, right next to your dubiously-obtained complete series of the original Battlestar Galactica, Jason Of The Star Command, and Buck Rogers In The 25th Century TV series.
For the full review ~ Google Mrs. Giggles, click on e-book reviews, then on 'K' for Kougar.
Take a quick long stride over to Title Magic today, Big Beautiful Kitties, Nina Bruhns, a very accomplished lady and author speaks to the current trends in what readers clamor for in a romance story. Meows below:
Welcome, Nina. Utterly fascinating topic and big congrats on being a RITA finalist.
I enjoy a light-hearted story as well as the complex darker stories.
Personally, I compare this time in our history with the depression era and WWII film fare -- Pennies From Heaven, for example.
Often people needed a break then, like they do now. Not hard to figure out. What sold back then? Booze and entertainment. Escape into fantasy is often what people need to endure these darker times. Whether it's a light-hearted fantasy or the darker-edged urban fantasy coming into its own.
Art, and the art of writing serves this time we live through, as well as creates this time in our history.
At least, that's my over-simplified viewpoint.

* Unedited scene from Red Lioness Tailspin by Savanna Kougar
The woman’s gaze felt like sucker tentacles on the back of his neck. Draxen idly lowered the collar he’d been examining at the vendor’s stall, where he purchased items whenever in port, since the owner possessed a superior eye for quality merchandise.
"Not to your preference?" the tiny eel-slick woman seductively inquired.
"It is to my preference, keeper Maunfa." Draxen flirtatiously grinned at the pewter-colored, green-tinted Yligor. "If you will place all similar collars together, I will choose when I return shortly." He offered a rakish head bow, then surreptitiously slid a prized data-containment coin beneath her webbed hand.
"Service is our desire," she crooned, smoothing the illegal payment into her waistband pouch.
Spinning on his heel, Draxen glanced up at the space port’s High Beam level, as it was called. Without a blink of apology, the woman, one of the commerce OverSeers focused on him, her bearing as powerful as a plasma anaconda. Hybermion, she was a liquid shape shifter, her current body incarnation reminded him of his grandmother, her count-the-stars probable intention. Her lasering gaze, the subtle imperious movement of her head, indicated she intended to speak officially with him, either with or without his cooperation.
Curious to the sunflare max, Draxen also tingled with primitive wariness as he strode to meet her. Obviously, he had not committed any observed code misdeed, or she would have summoned an enforcement team. Instead, the OverSeer glided down the zigzag of descending translucent planks, her robe billowing out behind her, great impatient waves of pale glistening material.
"Dear Lady." With care Draxen swept up her hand, pressed his lips onto one of her large knuckles. "How have I offended your sensibilities?"
Her gaze narrowed, black as a gathering storm on his home world. Withdrawing her hand, she assessed him. Zero favor glimmered in the depths of her eyes. "OverSeer Ghiggles," she corrected in a manner suggesting she was accustomed to offering correction often. "The woman, who was with you. I have become concerned for her welfare. Where is she?"
"Currently my bride is resting aboard my vessel."
"No doubt, Captain of the Venture, she is resting." The OverSeer glared at his crotch as if his actual shaft had criminal intent. Indeed, to his amusement and puzzlement, as if his cock had suddenly transformed into his face. "You have over-burdened her with your insatiable activities."
More amused, Draxen crooned, "Am I to be condemned for carnal appreciating my wife?"
"I believe, Captain." Her gaze raked up and down the outline of his shaft, as if she measured it’s precise rutting proportions. "From the visual reports received, your ‘carnal’ state was constant in your bride’s presence. Although..." She leaned a particle or two closer, inspecting his crotch with professional intensity, "I believe the front of your pants are shriveled compared to the prominent stretch endured by the material earlier."
"My beloved Sun Rocket is splendid in her beauty, ‘stimulating’ the large carnal appetite of my race, OverSeer Ghiggles. Quite common, I assure you."
"I am knowledgeable about your race, Captain." She continued scrutinizing his lessened shaft, causing him to wonder if her ruthless interest was a ‘stimulation’ to her. "Which brings forth my further concern for your...your bride. I am not familiar with her race, or her capability to withstand your constant lusting assault, as is indicated by your genetic birthright."
"Your concern is to my understanding, OverSeer. I would offer a meeting with my Sun Rocket. However, it is vital she remain resting."
When her unhurried gaze arrived to his, her eyes sharply whipped him with further questions. "Yes, your Sun Rocket was overly pale. And by our health monitoring in a somewhat weakened condition."
"Easily explained, dear Lady. When we met she had been through a draining ordeal. If you have already reviewed my purchases, you will notice I have provided for her swift recuperation."
Her following silence and her unblinking gaze gripped him as if the OverSeer’s hands, themselves, were around his throat, choking. "Did you purchase your bride, Captain?"
"That was my original plan. However, OverSeer Ghiggles, fate, in a benevolent-sailing mood, intervened. Delivering my adorable bride."
"Your bride looked to be quite un-enchanted with you earlier."
"Merely a difference in our cultures. And my bride is fiery spirited, as you evidently witnessed. If I may speak more boldly, dear Lady." Draxen moved closer to her as if they were friendly companions. "My Sun Rocket is quite untamed in her temper, thus in her passions, and one reason I am nova-smitten with her."
"Then, you do not choose a biddable wife as many men of your heritage do."
"As I explained to my new wife, not all men of my world seek a biddable wife. " Seizing on a gamble, Draxen leaned closer to her ear. "If you wish to meet a man from my world, closely study his prowess stamina, may I introduce you now?" He offered a gentleman’s arm. "The Celestial Salon is not far away. And my presence is welcome."
"Yes, I would further investigate. For the welfare of women who may be enslaved or ‘purchased’ against their will." Stiff with her official status, she laid her arm upon his, then moved with him. "Since you are welcome, this will be an unofficial visit, Captain."
"Of course, OverSeer. Please prepare yourself for an explicit gallery display. My culture is proud of their erotic art statues."
"So, I have heard," she dry-as-afterburn spoke.
Still, Draxen allowed a tiny inward smile. The OverSeer’s cool patina flesh had warmed against his arm in anticipation.
Arriving before the entrance of the Celestial Salon, Draxen applied his right palm to the convex blue-silver disc on the side of the open arch. A minimal surge of energy moved upwards, identifying him. Rapidly, the solid ultramarine color before them phased to a twinkling deep blue, abundant with clusters of jewel-blazing stars and the majestic whirls of distant galaxies. As they strolled inward, it was as if they walked the galactic, unencumbered by a craft.
Gradually the deep blue lessened to the magnificent brilliance of a blue sky. On either side of them partial alcoves held the statues of their world’s artists, and the replica statues of men who wished their aroused attributes fully displayed.
"Oh, my..." the OverSeer whispered, her breath rushing out as successive pants. One hand captured her throat.
"Do you prefer the artist’s creative interpretation?" Draxen brought her before an elegant stylized statue shaped from a translucent cobalt substance. The long sleek phallus was aimed like an ancient missile. "Or perhaps," he deeply crooned, "you prefer more realism." Guiding her toward the other side of the long galleria, he intoned, "One of our world’s founders, Garrustus, the Brave."
"Brave is correct," the OverSeer murmured. Greedily, her gaze devoured the replica statue, finally savoring Garrustus’ mightily raised phallus. Thick and brawny with a brute head, the shaft nearly reached his navel. "One of your ancestor’s?" She pushed the words out, the sound like a sudden strong breeze.
"On my maternal side, yes." Draxen carefully urged her forward. "If you will confide your utmost favorite, then I will know which of the men here would be to your pleasurable introduction."
"Yes...of course. Let us keep looking," she muttered softly. Thoroughly, hungrily, she ran her gaze over the next ‘founder’.
Draxen escorted her from one statue to the next, a smug grin curving his lips. When OverSeer Ghiggles halted before a replica similar to his younger brother, her flesh molten, feverish with desire, Draxen fingered the side panel, slowly spinning the pedestal, so she could view every physical asset of the statue. Her hand flew to her chest, and flattened.
"To your passion?" he murmured confidentially.
"Yes," she breathlessly hissed, trembling a bit before composing herself.
"This way," he encouraged her. "The available men wait in the lounge."
They stepped through a circular arch into a midnight blue realm, illumined as if tiny moons shone from above. Thirty-four men from his world enjoyed seats at the large curved bar, or played a variety of gambling games on the three levels of the immense room. All of them paused, idly watched. Waited. Casting his gaze around for the man of the OverSeer’s lusting dreams, Draxen quickly settled on Jauxur.
Subtly, he head-signaled him, then leaned close to her ear. "Already he tightens for you," he crooned, low and bold.
"Tightens?"
"His trousers tighten for you," Draxen sensuously purred. "In my culture, a husband will say to his wife, ‘I tighten’ for you’...meaning his pants, his breeches, his trousers become tight with his engorged shaft. And his seed tightens with passion."
"Oh my heavenly gods..."

Tailspin kisses from the Kougar...

David Burton ~ The Queen & The Red Lioness

David Burton ~ The Queen & The Red Lioness, Good Kitties all, that is moi's exciting blog topic on this chill-gray spring day. Especially fond of fantasy art, Big Cats, don't hesitate, claw-click over to admire David's Queen ~ she is mesmerizing, ancient-exotic and gloriously nude.

The Kougar has always purred, meow-yes, been caught in the weaving euphoric spell of fantasy art, her gaze captured by the exquisite enchantments before her. Or enthralled by the savage rapture of raw color transmuted to OtherWorld beings and creatures.

The roaring question: How can it be that not everyone is as entranced by the phantasm-sorcery of the artist's imagination? The fantastical world of the imagination trapped for a moment, that magic-wondrous moment to live for a generation and beyond as a drawing or painting. For, the Kougaress has always imagination-drooled over her fave fantasy works of art, wishing she could enter those worlds, since earliest cubhood.

Yowling-yes, every world, from fairy-delicate ethereal to god-barbarians challenging the stark gates of hell.

Thus, the pure thrill of seeing her lioness shifter heroine come to life on the cover of her e-novel, Red Lioness Tamed (Liquid Silver Books) was a dream realized, thanks to cover artist, David Burton.

David was wonderful and exacting to work with ~ much, meow-much appreciated by the Kougar. For more of David's cover art (moi's cover included) check out his website ~ davidburtonart.net ~ and his Published Covers Page: http://www.davidburtonart.net/photo3.html ~

David Burton’s bio ~
For nearly 20 years, Northwood artist David Burton has been providing high quality and creative images for a wide diversity of clients. His paintings and illustrations have appeared as covers and interiors for hardcover and paperback books, magazines, comic books, character design for movies and advertising art. His work resides in collections all over the world and is highly sought after by publishers, studios, and collectors.
Burton's take on Burroughs' famous characters is unique and has been hailed by some of the top writers and artists working in the field of science fiction today for being perhaps the most realistic attempt yet to capture this alien world and its inhabitants. After seeing Burton's work on the project, Ray Bradbury (author of such SF classics as "The Martian Chronicles" and "Fahrenheit 451") immediately commissioned Burton for a painting of King Kong.
Unlike some artists who embed themselves in one area or genre, David enjoys the challenges encountered by illustrating a diversity of job types and subject matters. As such, he is just as comfortable painting a domestic scene of young adults as he is in painting a film noir detective or a fantasy scene with a dragon.
Born 1960 in Manchester, New Hampshire, his earliest artistic influences were comic books. David is a mostly self-taught artist. He also teaches a free art class for anyone willing to participate at the Chesley Memorial Library every Monday night.

What are a writer's favorite tools to create that next story? Lightly spring on over to Title Magic where Anitra blogs about her faves, and asks the question answered my moi's enthusiastic mews below.

A few of my fave things? Anything that works -- pens, hard surfaces. My IBM electric typewriter, that now does not get used -- but I adored it when I worked after graduation at Park College.

The bells and whistles are great on my computer, when they work, which is most of the time. When they don't! Flashfires of upset abound -- if only I were a fire-shooting goddess.Okay, copy, paste and cut are my fav features, and the fact that my fingies can move much quicker than on a typewriter. It means I can write and re-arrange sentences, paragraphs without having to re-type a whole page. Now, that's real progress to me.

One of my old faves, and still is -- My old poor Thesaurus is in brown-piece pages, held together by clips. And my crossword puzzle dictionary, if I could find it.

Also! Paper, I'm crazed over paper, any color practically, as long as I can write on it, and create on it.

Fantasy art kiss from the Kougar...

Smooch for Debra Gaynor ~ 5-Stars

From out of the blue ~ It's Big Kitty smile-on-my-squinchy face day for the Kougar. Yep, moi is thrilled over the moon, and body-shaky...and reclining on a lovely floating cloud.

And, she does have a huge ole' paw on the ground...finish current WIP...finish...finish...

However, with further meowing-adieu:

All Shades of Blue Paradise
World of the Blue Pearl Moon
Savanna Kougar
Siren Publishing, 2008
ISBN: 1-60601-013-1
5 Stars
Reviewed by Debra Gaynor for ReviewYourBook.com, 3/08
Gryphiz is a world two dimensions from Earth. The people evolved differently from those on Earth. Their stamina and sexual ability increased.

When Lady Sheridan saw her betrothed, Baron Zaggry, betray her, she ended the relationship without ever telling anyone why. Ten years later her brother, Brad, begged her help. He owed money to the Baron and needed more time. Regardless of her feelings she agreed to approach him on the subject of the loan. Zag agreed to forgive the debt if she would be his slave lover for one year. He would also help her with her project of a riding stable for children. She agreed. He needed her help to stop a corporation from possessing the Vettura lands and destroying the world as they knew it. Zag hoped to win back her love during that year.
All Shades of Blue Paradise: World of the Blue Pearl Moon is part one of this series. Savanna Kougar is a talented author. The plot is extremely steamy. I would not mind being a slave lover for a year or maybe 20. Kougar has created a completely new world and culture. The characters are well-matched. Sheridan is a strong and very sensual. Zag is incredibly sexy, dominating, and loving. Fans of erotic romance will enjoy All Shades of Blue Paradise: World of the Blue Pearl Moon.
reviewyourbook.com/review.cfm?reviewid=466&k=1

Psssst...any of your Coast Cats out there...it was the night of Project Blue Light.

Lazy bed kitties, check out Mel's fab post on Title Magic about e-book or print book. Long purrs below:

Illuminating, even backlit post, Mel. Adobe PDF works fine for me. Although, you can't beat the feel and smell of a paper book! Especially curled up in bed, if you don't have a light sensitive spouse.

I think both 'e' and print will be around for a long, long time to come.We humans like texture, the feel and look of print. We like the design, the moods evoked.

Whereas, e-publishing is a different experience, yet wonderful in convenience and it's own digital artistic expression, IMH.

Personally, I believe there's a lot of room for both. Look at the growth of graphic novels on the side of print. At the same time it could go digital, almost a video version of the story.There's a lot of exciting possibilities, which I hope will serve the preferences of all readers and authors.

I have to say, it is exciting to see my novels go digital. I think as exciting as it would be see them in print. Who knows, though? Until I actually hold one, the paper book in my hot little ole' hand.

Smile-cat smooches from the Kougar...

Two Kisses for Passionate Ink BookNotes

A few hours of sleep, Big Kitties, and the Kougar can't sleep. It's grocery hunt day, anyway. Meow-Yowl! What an exhausting hunt! The Kougaress is now worn to a fine roaring frazzle. With her eyelids wanting to close.

Yet, on her journey many winged messengers appeared, spring-flitting birdies. One shot so close to the windshield, the Kougaress was amazed the blurr-flying critter made it and wasn't smashed nastily on her windshield. A cardinal swooped and winging-dashed across the road. A hawk circled, wings steady and fully spread, searching for dinner. And, the wild turkeys, at least twenty-five turkles were gathered in one area of a flat pasture near a small creek, dark forms against the bright blue of the horizon sky. The male turkeys strutted boldly, their tails fanned splendidly. Oh, the lusty mating days of spring. Moi halted, and merely watched the display, having not see them for a long time.

On the journey home the Kougaress watched the magnificent tundra of clouds, such as she has not observed for years. The blue ray sky peeked through, Bast-indeed, the light of the Divine. Her transport was packed with drive repair materials and groceries, and as the Kougaress ambled down asphalt ribbon, she had a visit from brother Crow, who alighted on the side of the highway, stood still as a stuffed statue as moi drove by, not bothering to fly off until after he was passed...the message? Moi hopes it is continued resurrection from the ashes of life. Or, perhaps, it was just a nice 'hello' from Crow Spirit.

Oh Kitties, happy news! The cover art for When a Good Angel Falls is even more gorgeous! Moi so adores all of her covers!!!

Purr-speaking of...David Burton has Red Lioness Tamed presented on his website along with his other works of cover art...oooh, those luscious women! As soon as moi claw-can, the Kougar will put David's bio and his links up here, and on her presentation blog, romancerebelship.blogs.com.

Also, purr-happy sigh...Passionate Ink BookNotes e-arrived yesterday. This is the monthly presentation of new novel releases by the members, and! Roar-voila, there are the Kougar's first two e-novels, which she wasn't quite sure were e-sent correctly. What a sizzle-delicious roll on the velvet carpet, Big Cats. If this is your genre, erotic romance, sign up. You won't be disappointed. And the eye candy of the covers is just yummy-fun.

And for a lovely respite from stress, Beautiful Big Kitties, join Helen for tea and her reading faves on Title Magic. Mews below.

Helen, I've never gotten that specific -- but a wonderful romance regardless of the genre is my first choice. That or non-fiction subjects I luv exploring.

Anitra, I can relate. Not with the tea. Usually it was juice. My dad would mix orange juice and grape juice, and I'd have my books to read. My horse books like The Black Stallion.

Two passionate kisses from the Kougar...