Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ The Rising...

Another amazing synchronicity, my Big Beautiful Cats, today the late afternoon sky on the tame prairie was eerily similar to the sky Jinger Heaston created for the cover art of the Kougar’s newest release at Siren-BookStrand...her ATIV baby...MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS...
The legend and the future of Atlantis continues to live and magically thrive within the moi’s imagination. Kalypso and Zryphus continue to live their love story in moi’s heart and in Book II of the New Atlantis series.
Originally, this story was supposed to be a novella ~ three erotic, then fall-in-love-and-in-passion days at Gardenia’s only hotel ~ between Sheriff Kalypso and Zryphus, the Zerculeon Agent from the Federal Union, while they catch the Hair Spray Killer. But nope, the story swiftly spiraled completely out of control, becoming epic in scope.
However, what are the Kougar’s fave scenes ~ besides the erotic romance scenes where IT takes charge ~ why, it’s the *battle of the sexes*, the verbal sparring between Kalypso and Zryphus.
Hey, Kalypso has had one hundred years to despise the way human males behave in relationships. Zryphus has had a lifetime of wanting and searching for his one woman. She’s not about to give in. He’s not about to give up. What they do agree on, is the immediate capture of the Hair Spray Killer.
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Blurb:

Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing, 100 years old in the year 2051, never knew why she survived the cataclysmic land changes. Or the Conflicts when she battled for freedom beside those who shouted ‘Don’t Tread on Me’. Until the rising of Atlantis, and she began New Atlantis with a group of rebels.
Zerculeon, Zryphus Vasquoz chose an enforcement career with Earth’s Federal Union for several reasons–his fascination with primitive worlds, to make his own way outside the family heritage, and to keep official watch for his own Worlds.
Once he gets an eyeful of the Sheriff, as they investigate the Hair Spray serial murder, Zryphus knows he’s found the woman he wants to marry. Despite her cold disinterest.
When the Hair Spray Killer stalks Kalypso, Zryphus won’t let her out of his sight, or his bed.

Excerpt: Kalypso and Zryphus meet ~

“Sheriff.” The man’s voice commanded first, and announced his presence second. “Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing.”
“Yeah, that’s me.” Turning, Kalypso’s gaze gave no quarter, hard as diamonds on the outsider. “Agent...?”
Dang it to hang, he was a tall and broad drink of water. She’d expected the usual tight-ass wimp, with grim lips and eyes that were mirrors, reflecting nothing but the orders they’d been given. No, this man burned with sheer vitality. His gaze assessed, a damn force of nature. She’d bet if she struck a match and tossed it toward his eyes, they would sizzle like her birthday candles, then explode at his will. Yep, he was definitely a whole load of nano dynamite, unlit.
“Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz,” he answered. “Give me your evidence retrieval. I’ll take over from here.”
Audible gasps burst from Anna and Dr. Victoria at the man’s patriarchal and patronizing tone.
“No, you won’t, Agent Vasquoz. You’re here at my invitation. Only. You follow my rules or you don’t get to play ‘Find the Hair Spray Killer’. Do you understand?”
“Wowzi Powzie,” Deputy Anna whispered, watching her vid screen light up with the sparks flying between the Sheriff and the outsider Agent.
“It’s a Federal Union case, Sheriff. I have priority investigation.” The Agent’s gravelly deep voice filled the entire room.
“You have nothing, Agent. Unless I say so. You can turn around, hit the portal. Or you can cooperate. You’ll have full access. Anna will give you all she’s retrieved so far. If you want, I’ll even act friendly, let you ‘analyze’ this bag more closely.” Sheriff Kalypso approached, a lioness with no fear. “I’ll even sweeten the pot, Agent Vasquoz—let you do a quick exam of the body before we save the fetus. As they used to say, deal or no deal?”
“Whirlwind in the room,” Deputy Anna whispered to Victoria, who still watched her vid screen.
“Deal. For now, Sheriff.” Focusing his gaze like a cannon laser, the Agent straightened his over-large shoulders, his latent power obvious.
“Pull anything against my authority, Agent Vasquoz, and I guarantee you won’t like the results. Deputy, feed your vid evidence to the Agent’s data base, will you, please?”
Once Anna stood, he handed his data vid to her without looking. His gaze relentless, Agent Vasquez followed the Sheriff’s arm wave to the corpse. Moving easily in the small confines of the room, despite his size, he knelt with deliberate care, scrutinizing every detail of the body.
Sheriff Kalypso couldn’t deny his concentration was impressive. She watched him turn the victim over with gentle precision.
Awed, her heart tripping rapidly, Sheriff Kalypso moved closer. “Even her face resembles Jackie O.”
“How do you know?” Agent Vasquoz demanded, not looking up.
“I was born in 1951. Check out your history data base, Agent.”
“Call me Zryphus.”
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Excerpt Two:

“How many victims so far?”
“Twelve. If this proves out, it will be unlucky thirteen. Or lucky thirteen. I have a feeling you’re a very persistent woman.”
“Truth, justice. That’s our way here, Zryphus. Play it that way, we’ll get along. Once Deputy Anna finishes scanning, you can take her data, or follow in her footsteps, and get your own.” She eyed him, wondering if he was a wolf dressed in wolf’s clothing, as he appeared. There was no pretense of wearing sheep’s clothing that she observed. “Do you usually work alone?”
“Back up team for forensics, investigation. Yes, I work alone. No partner. You’re the exception, Kalypso. Let’s investigate the contents of her handbag together.”
“From what I can tell. the makeup and lipstick cases look like replicas of the early sixties era. We have lab verification and analysis, if you want use of it.”
“Let’s see what we’ve got first.” Agent Zryphus carefully dumped out the handbag’s contents. After scanning each item, he professionally murmured, “Just her prints and bio cells. Take a look at the lipstick. Is it the color she’s wearing?”
“Wouldn’t your scan data verify that?”
“Wrongly phrased. You’re the period expert. I wanted your impression of how real the lipstick and the makeup itself are to your recollection.”
Sheriff Kalypso uncapped the lipstick. “It’s been ages, but it looks real. Smells real. Not the same color she’s wearing.”
“The color of lipstick has been the same on each victim. Never found a container.”
“How could you tell on the burned victims?”
“Enough residue remained for holo reconstruction. Take a look inside the other cases,” he suggested.
“Why the nice treatment, Zryphus? I was dirt under your shoes when you first arrived.” Sheriff Kalypso did some burning of her own while she picked up the mascara wand. “Black, black. Just like I remember.”
“Sheriff,” Deputy Anna called out, “finished the personal item scan. Got the body ready for transport. We’re on our way. I’ll leave the door open. Keep airing the room out.”
“Thanks, Anna. You know where I am.” Kalypso picked up a compact case, solid rich elegance in design. Opening it, she studied the pasty heavy covering. “Looks real. But I never used this stuff. Couldn’t stand it. I used the sheer version they came out with, when I used makeup. Except when I acted in college theater. We used the heavy stuff because of the lighting. You haven’t answered my question, Zryphus.”
“Bluntly, Kalypso...I want you in my bed.”
Placing the compact case down delicately, Kalypso absorbed the shock. “No, I don’t think so,” she slowly enunciated each word.
“Do you have a lover?” Zryphys handed her the powder case.
“None of your business, as they used to say. Looks real. Mind if I test it with my finger?”
“Please. You don’t have a lover. Neither do I.”
“Probably because you’re married or in a committed partnership. Or you just ended an affair. Something like that. No ” Kalypso shifted gears. “Feels real, smells real. Are you aware of a company, or maybe a small business, that creates these replica products?”
“Three, to be exact. I can’t tell where these originated. I’m a one woman man, Kalypso. You’d have all my attention.”
“No thanks. I politely decline. Eyelash curler. Never used one. They always looked so barbaric. Hmmm, brow tweezers. Unfortunately, I tried this a few times. Way too painful.”
“I’ll convince you. What’s this?”
“Eyebrow darkening powder. No, you won’t. I don’t like men when it comes to relationship crap. Perhaps you don’t know much about our social structure here. Women rule.”
“I dominate in bed. In our passionate relationship.”
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Atlantis... it’s not just a legend anymore...

~~~ Kalypso & Zryphus invite you to read their love story ~ a match made in intergalactic heaven ~~~

MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~ 2051 suspense futuristic, erotic romance ~ American Title IV finalist ~ sizzling and rising from Siren-BookStrand on January 15, 2009 ~ the future begins here...
~ http://bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar ~ http://www.sirenpublishing.com/savannakougar/mbhsigna.asp ~
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 20 ~

Sylva sweltered inside, a blaze of wantoness claiming her...despite her fear...as his hand possessed the back of her head. His following words fanned her fire, making her feel wildly naughty. “I only hope you do care about my pleasure,” she whispered, recalling the horrific times when that hadn’t happened. “Always,” he murmured. He sealed her mouth with his, swooping her upwards at the same time. Desperate for more of the way he kissed her, Sylva looped her arms tightly around his neck, feeling the brush of suede and the delicious tickle of his hair. God, he was strong.

Zeke ravenously kissed her willing mouth, carrying her to his bed. He’d made certain, a day ago, everything would be ready for his bride. Entering the large, lavishly furnished room, he laid her on the wine-red velvet lounge beside their enormous bed. Nuzzling a kiss on her lips, he straightened and quickly tossed off his hat, then shed his jacket. Bewitched by her, he sat down on his chair pulling off his boots, his gaze trained on her like a hawk. When she reached down to remove her shoe, he stayed her hand. “Let me, Sylva. I am your husband.”
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see the previous blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ see In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis...
Part 17 ~ see Flash During the First Full Moon
Part 18 ~ see Monday on four hours...
Part 19 ~ see The Rising of New Atlantis
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For a ten reasons to purchase a Sony ebook reader, a blog by Sara ~ and some fascinating Egyptian love poetry ~ give a glinting eye to Lindsay’s blog at Happily Ever After ~
Also, for the next part of the Never Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
And, if you would like to meet Moon Dream trot on over to Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

New Atlantis Rising kisses from the Kougar...

The Rising of New Atlantis

The cover art for MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS has risen, thanks to the talent of Jinger Heaston...and the Kougar is so in love...wiggle, roll and scriggle on the carpet...while smiling like a foolish cat girl with an eye for a bad boy tomcat...
But purr-seriously, New Atlantis rises, a glorious new land, in Jinger Heaston’s cover art creation. This is the first glimpse of the Kougar’s story about the future on 2051 Earth. Also, this is the first glimpse of Kalypso and Zryphus, who save the future of New Atlantis, all while battling the Hair Spray Killer, and battling each other over love and passion.
After all IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT for Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert.
IT HAPPENS ONE NIGHT for Zryphus and Kalypso, too.
Note: *IT* is particularly large and dominating.

Atlantis...it’s not just a legend anymore...

Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing, 100 years old in the year 2051, never knew why she survived the cataclysmic land changes. Or the Conflicts when she battled for freedom beside those who shouted ‘Don’t Tread on Me’. Until the rising of Atlantis, and she began New Atlantis with a group of rebels.
Zerculeon, Zryphus Vasquoz chose an enforcement career with Earth’s Federal Union for several reasons–his fascination with primitive worlds, to make his own way outside the family heritage, and to keep official watch for his own Worlds.
Once he gets an eyeful of the Sheriff, as they investigate the Hair Spray serial murder, Zryphus knows he’s found the woman he wants to marry. Despite her cold disinterest.
When the Hair Spray Killer stalks Kalypso, Zryphus won’t let her out of his sight, or his bed.

*** MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ***

The future begins here...

Atlantis rises at Siren-BookStrand on January 15, 2009...

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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 19 ~

Sylva trembled involuntarily. “And if I’m from another world, why are you speaking English?” He grinned for a breath, his gaze searing into hers. “Parallel worlds, as we figure it here.” He leaned forward, his fingertips grazing over her cheek before he slid his hand through her hair. “Oh...SUV, it’s a type of vehicle.” Damn, were her lungs racing breaths against each other? “You were in its path?” he asked, a low deep whisper that tingled her earlobe. “Yes.” She’d leaned closer without knowing it. “Then you were in my path.” His tone seductively teased her senses. Sylva whimpered.

Zeke darkened with lust at her whimper. Drawing in the fragrances clinging to her skin, and to her chestnut golden hair, he palmed her shoulder gently. They would have to learn about each other later. Even his gratitude for her arrival was reined up short. He skimmed his hand toward her neck, the feel of her shoulder causing a groan to escape against her ear. “Sylva, don’t be afraid,” he encouraged. “I swear your bride’s pleasure will come first.” A hitch interrupted her little gasps. “Bride? What does that mean...here?” Zeke cupped her head. “You’re about to find out.”
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see the previous blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ see In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis...
Part 17 ~ see Flash During the First Full Moon
Part 18 ~ see Monday on four hours...
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For some fascinating Egyptian love poetry give a glinting eye to Lindsay’s blog at Happily Ever After ~
Also, for the next part of the Never Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
And, if you would like to meet Moon Dream trot on over to Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Kiss to Jinger Heaston from the Kougar...

Monday on four hours...

Monday on four hours sleep, that was the Kougar’s, heavy-lifting included, shopping trip today, my Big Beautiful Cats...and the eyelids drop down like curtains that want to stay shut...meow-apologies for the poor analogy. This is the Kougar’s brain on sleep deprivation.
And this is a pic of an ice storm featured on Coast-to-Coast am ~ which is splendid in it’s prism-coated loveliness...however, what jolted the Kougaress yesterday is the name, Wendy. Because that’s the name of moi’s heroine in ~ Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ coming from Siren-BookStrand. And with synchronicity an increasing reality in this Big KitKat’s life, she was claw-penning the name as she saw it beneath the photo.
Total tail-flicking cool and icy pic cool...

These are real photos of the severe ice storm we had in New Hampshire (and surrounding states) in December 08. As you can see, the ice was very thick even though the morning after the storm was sunny. Almost other-worldly! Many residents were without power for up to three weeks!

--Wendy
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FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 18 ~

Sylva’s heart flipped to a stop. “I don’t understand.” The next second her heart thumped furiously. Sexy didn’t describe him. All-male, smells like a cowboy...yes, I want to be roped by you...described him...with pale gray eyes, silver meets crystal. “You were brought here, Sylva. Sent through what is called the sacred portal. My gift.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Now I really don’t understand.” Lifting her muddy hand, he held it beneath the warm running water. “There aren’t many women around these parts. Occasionally, a woman arrives from a similar world. What do you remember last?”

Zeke thoroughly rinsed her ivory-colored hand, tenderly handling her dainty fingers. Delicate golden freckles covered the top, traveling up her forearm, and fading away on her upper arm. Lordy keep him sane. He could feast on the feminine beauty of her shoulders forever. Wrapping her hand in a small towel, he pressed away the moisture. “I remember.” She halted, furrowing her brow. “I dodged an SUV. Saw a circular flash of light. Leapt, and landed in a mud puddle.” She blinked, absorbing the shock of her situation. “SUV?” he asked. Raising her brows, she returned, “Flying cars parked on rooftops?”
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see the previous blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ see In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis...
Part 17 ~ see Flash During the First Full Moon
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For some fascinating Egyptian love poetry give a glinting eye to Lindsay’s blog at Happily Ever After ~
Also, for the next part of the Never Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
And, if you would like to meet Moon Dream trot on over to Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Monday weary smooch from the Kougar...

Flash During the First Full Moon

The Blue Funk Full Moon, my Big Lovely KitKats...that’s what it should be called instead of the Wolf Moon...at least, by all the authors the Kougar knows who are down and experiencing the blue doldrums.
Definitely not a fun day for moi, either, except for her paw-penning...which has gone exceedingly well, once the nasty series of domestic crises had run their course.
A Wolf Full Moon, and the first one for 2009...well, the Kougaress could have used some ferocious wolfies to chase away all the bad vibes. Given this is the eleventh day and the year, 2009, also breaks down to an eleven in numerology, this must be the year to master your emotions, not as in containing them, but more to the fanged point, expressing them in the cause of your destiny, and expressing your deepest emotions to show others how much you love them.
The 2009 Wolf Full Moon is in the astrological sign of Cancer, sign of hearth and home, and home to all those moody, rising tides of emotions. Okay-meow, great for writing those emotional passionate love scenes...but yowl! not so fun to actually live for the Kougar.
But harken and barkin’, what else does our first Full Moon of the year bring ~ you heard it howling-here first, unless you’ve visited ~ http://cryptomundo.com ~ and read Lauren Coleman’s bloggie ~ which begins this way ~
What does tonight’s first Full Moon of 2009 foretell? This one is called the Wolf Moon, a Full Moon in Cancer, and it is indeed a precursor to a year that will be full of werewolf news.

“Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.” - The Wolf Man, 1941.

For more on this Year of the Werewolf, head on over to Lauren’s Cryptomundo.
According to the fortuitous signs, we authors should take notice of, masterful werewolf heroes with a sense of universal destiny will be all the reading rage.
Or has the masterful werewolf heroine come of age? She not only protects home and hearth, but wins her mate and fulfills a cosmic destiny.
Yep and yip, it may be time for moi to revise her wolf shifter novella, Kill the Black Wolf ~ find the right publishing home and hearth, and fulfill this year’s eleven destiny.
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Moving on, Big Kittens, since time and Full Moon Flash-ing wait for no one. Jolie Cain, erotic romance author, popped her cherry, hosting her first Flash Fiction at the Liquid Silver SEx blog today. Going with the theme of *FIRSTS*, she was the hostess with the mostest naughty, fun and sexy-hot firsts.
Since it was a rough beginning to the day for moi, she added *Part 17* to her current Serial Flash, using the theme of ‘firsts’.

Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred

Part 17 ~

Sylva felt fear slither up her spine and a thrill chase through her belly. Desire had her in its grip. Yet the cowboy, Zeke, holding her like some prize heifer, was a total frightening unknown. Honeymoon? Bride? What? Was she like some mail order bride, only tossed here by a strange-universe force? Not that she didn’t enjoy being on his horse. She loved horses, especially galloping horses. And , yee-ha, his body was all lean rawhide and ropes of muscle. Damn, his cock made itself at home in her butt crack, already. Abducted by a cowboy, yep, a first for her.

Zeke plucked his dazed-looking bride off, cradling her in his arms. “Go on,” he told Smoky. Knowing where to go, the stallion trotted toward the Hotel’s stable. Immediately Zeke bolted up the steps with her. Balancing her against his chest, he opened the unlocked door, entering swiftly. Luminous lamps switched on automatically, providing a path of golden light back to his private room. Moving into his lavatory, he placed her on a stool next to the wash basin. “Let’s get the mud off you, honey.” Kneeling before her, he gently rasped, “I apologize, Sylva, consummation first, then our wedding celebration.”
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see the previous blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ see In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis...
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Psssst...just for the Big Cool Cats ~ the Kougar’s dialogue entry for American Title IV ~ since revised for publication ~

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis
by Savanna Kougar

"Why the nice treatment, Zryphus? I was dirt under your shoes when you first arrived?" Sheriff Kalypso picked up the mascara wand. "Black, black. Just like I remember."
"Sheriff," Deputy Anna called out, "finished the personal item scan. Got the body ready for transport. We’re on our way. I’ll leave the door open. Keep airing the room out."
"Thanks, Anna. You know where I am." Kalypso picked up a compact case – solid rich elegance in design. Opening it, she studied the pasty covering. "Looks real. But I never used this stuff. Couldn’t stand it. Used the sheer version they came out with – when I used makeup. – You haven’t answered my question, Zryphus."
"Bluntly, Kalypso...I want you in my bed."
Placing the compact case down delicately, Kalypso absorbed the shock. "No, I don’t think so," she slowly enunciated.
"Have a lover?" Zryphys handed her the powder case.
"None of your business, as they used to say. – Looks real. Mind if I test it with my finger?"
"Please. – You don’t have a lover. Neither do I."
"Probably because you’re married or in a committed partnership. Or you just ended an affair – something like that. No!" Kalypso shifted gears. "Feels real, smells real. Are you aware of a company, or maybe a small business that creates these replica products?"
"Three, to be exact. Can’t tell where these originated. – I’m a one woman man, Kalypso. You’d have all my attention."
"No thanks. I politely decline. – Eyelash curler. Never used one. Always looked barbaric. – Brow tweezers. Unfortunately tried this a few times. Way too painful."
"I’ll convince you. – What’s this?"
"Eyebrow darkening powder. – No, you won’t. I don’t like men when it comes to relationship crap. Perhaps you don’t know much about our social structure here. Women rule."
"I dominate in bed. In our passionate relationship."
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HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Flash Kiss beneath the Wolf Moon of New Atlantis from the Kougar...

In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis...

Good close to the Full Moon night, my Big Beautiful Cats...it’s too cold for prowling and yowling tonight. So the moi has paw-penned *Part 16* for the Serial Flash ~ Happy New Year... on another Earth ~ see below.
For a long, long time the Kougar wondered what it would be like if/when the land of Atlantis rose once again...so she wrote a story about it...and that story was her American Title IV entry. And, now, the future of New Atlantis is here, the story about to be released.

Story Summary for Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis:

In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis. The risen land of the antediluvian empire, Atlantis, is now a sovereign land colonized by freedom fighters from the former USA, survivors of the Conflicts fought against the New World Order’s attempt to openly rule the world. A Jackie O look-alike is murdered inside her Gardenia, New Atlantis motel room. To Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing it looks like the horrific work of a serial killer from the Federal Union, the Hair Spray Killer, his unlucky thirteenth victim. In a gesture of cooperation she invites the Federal Union Agent in charge of the case, Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz, to assist her in the investigation. Arrogantly, Agent Vasquoz assumes he will be taking over, a notion smashed by the Sheriff. After all, she’s in charge and women run New Atlantis. The battle of the sexes sizzles between them immediately. Zryphus has found the woman he wants to marry. Kalypso has sworn off men forever. Since the protection of citizens is her highest priority, she needs his help to swiftly capture the notorious Hair Spray Killer, a chihuahua shifter – and help her figure out who wants the diary Jackie O may have been murdered over – a newly found diary written by Jacqueline Kennedy during her White House years. When the Hair Spray Killer comes after Kalypso, Zryphus won’t let her out of his sight or their bed. However, the hidden group pulling the Killer Chihuahua’s strings, wants New Atlantis under their thumb – using every necessary evil.
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*** MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ***

The future begins here... on January 15, 2009...

~~~ Kalypso & Zryphus invite you to read their love story ~ a match made in intergalactic heaven ~~~

MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~ 2051 suspense futuristic, erotic romance ~ American Title IV finalist ~ releasing from Siren-BookStrand on January 15, 2009 ~ the future begins here...
~ http://bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar ~
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FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 16 ~

Sylva blinked. Gift? What the hell did that mean? Suddenly scooped off her feet, she felt herself bundled briefly against his granite-like chest, and placed on top of his horse. “Stay still,” he ordered, then rapidly grabbed up her cloak and bag. Stay still? What was she going to do? Leap off like a rodeo cowgirl, and hogtie him? Faster than a whirlwind, he draped the semi-muddy cloak in front of her, and mounted behind her. Sliding one arm around her, he held tight, while urging the horse into a gallop. “Where are we going?” she shouted. “Our honeymoon begins.”

Zeke headed straight for his family’s private floor in the Hotel Wisteria. He had only about an hour’s time left. Whenever a woman arrived through the sacred portal, she had to be claimed and bedded within ninety minutes, or she would be returned. He wasn’t about to let that happen. Reining Smoky to the right, down the next street, he touched a heel to his flanks. The stallion stretched into a faster gallop, straight for the side entrance to their floor, and slid to a halt next to the stairs. Not giving her a chance to ask questions, Zeke dismounted.
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TO BE CONTINUED

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Part 1 - 15 ~ see the previous blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...

HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

A New Atlantis kiss from the Kougar...

January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...

Spring to Winter, once again, my Big KitKats. A balmy 60 degrees today, then bam and slam, the winds whipped up, and now its heading down into the twenties...
Ferocious-twitching tail, my Lovely Big Cats, the Kougar is about to begin Chapter Ten, the last Chapter of * HER INSATIABLE DARK HEROES *, which will be available from Siren-BookStrand, the Menage’ line. It will be revision time, then, which this Kougaress hopes will go smoothly as sliding on ice.
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First, here’s the Kougar’s latest promo for her January 15th release of MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS...insert one big happy meow here...
Then...
FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ another first, Part 1 - 15 of Happy New Year... on another Earth ~
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Promo... The evil cloud of hair spray...

Atlantis...it’s not just a legend anymore...

First Line:
The evil cloud of hair spray dominated the air in guest room 666 at Gardenia’s only motel, The Eternal Magnolia – so named because it was surrounded by a park-like acre of Magnolia trees, saved despite the cataclysmic weather, wars and land changes on Earth.

Heroine and Hero:
Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing is 100 years old in the year 2051. A rebel at heart, an artist by soul, she survived the sterile fifties’ suburbs, the revolutionary turbulence of the sixties, the disco guru seventies. After the suicide of the man she loved, Kalypso barely survived the designer eighties, the fast-forward nineties. In the 21st century Mother Nature rebelled. Kalypso battled for freedom. She never knew why she survived. Until Atlantis rose. Once again.

Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz chose an enforcement career on Earth for several reasons – his fascination with primitive worlds, to make his own way outside the family heritage, to keep official watch for his own Worlds – and, Zerculeon men find Earth women highly desirable, like the gods of old they rival in strength. Since there aren’t enough Zerculeon women, it’s a match made in intergalactic heaven. Especially when Zryphus gets a real eyeful of the Sheriff.

*** MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ***

The future begins here... on January 15, 2009...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~

~~~ Kalypso & Zryphus invite you to read their love story ~ a match made in intergalactic heaven ~~~

MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~ 2051 suspense futuristic, erotic romance ~ American Title IV finalist ~ releasing from Siren-BookStrand on January 15, 2009 ~ the future begins here...
~ http://bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar ~
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Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 1 ~

Sylva stroked on the red lipstick carefully. The shade was deep scarlet and it looked like a swathe of gleaming velvet on her lips. “Who needs collagen injections?” she murmured, then surveyed her festively made-up face. Dusky twilight purple shadowed her eyes, highlighting the blue-green color. A shimmer of pale gold brought out her high cheekbones ~ a magical contrast to the glistening pink-gold powder covering her face, her neck, and artfully ending at her propped-up cleavage, displayed by a heart-shaped tight bodice of midnight satin. “Mirror, mirror, on my bathroom wall, who’s the New Years Party fairest of them all?”

Zeke flashed a cocky half-grin at his appearance in the mirror his mother had given him decades ago. The white-gold scroll work surrounding the tall oval mirror contrasted sharply with his tan leather vest and matching pants, both designed for riding his horse into town and as evening wear for the new year’s celebration. His cream-colored silk shirt clung to the muscles of his chest, won by hard work on his family’s ranch empire. And won by the fistfights he was famous for ending, but never beginning. Tonight, by long-standing tradition, he could claim any available woman as his bride.
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Part 2 ~

Sylva flipped a smile at her reflection. Stepping back to see herself more fully, she thrust her hip, accentuating the sassiness of her short satin and tule-layered skirt. “Adorably sexy,” she complimented herself. Okay, her thighs were full unlike the stick figure models that had successfully invaded the fashion world. Her calves were shapely, what used to be considered starlet-sexy...especially since she wore spectacular ankle-strap black heels, along with a pair of old-fashioned seamed hose. Tonight, she would strut her stuff with the best of them. Tomorrow, no more job. She was one more victim of the current economy.

Zeke strapped on his pearl-handled revolver. He’d cleaned and oiled it earlier, then made certain it fired properly, shooting several pennies out of the air. Since they’d become non-legal tender eleven years past, he figured that was a damn good use. Leaning down, he slid a dead-aim derringer, one of his grandfather’s designs, inside his fancified riding boot. Decorated with swirls of gold thread and engraved with the ranch’s crest, his new boots were a show of his hard-won status as the Overseer of their horse operations, from breeding to sales. Yep, it was time to settle on one woman.
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Part 3 ~

Sylva beat back the worry that threatened to overwhelm her. Pasting a smile on her face, she tossed her strawberry blonde hair a bit. The long length waved over her bare back while her dangly ruby-imitation earrings swung enchantingly...to her eye. She felt sexy and sultry. Swivelling her head, she looked at her profile from the corner of her eye. She’d pulled the sides of her hair up, banded it, then attached a tiny glittering rose. As if possessed by a spirit, she faced the mirror, whispering, “I wish I may, I wish might, find my true love tonight.”

Zeke plucked his mahogany leather cowboy hat from the bronze curlicue hook, plopping it on his head. From years of practice, since he’d been knee-high to his father, the broad-brimmed hat settled at the perfect rakish angle, and covered most of his bay-colored hair. The curling waves at the nape of his neck and above his ears were touched by a golden sheen from all the time he spent outdoors. He’d had more than one woman, scarce as they were in these parts, run her fingers through the fringes of his hair, as if she sought real gold. He grinned.
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Part 4 ~

Sylva grimaced and shook her head at herself, before whirling away from the mirror, and out the bathroom door. Yeah, that would be the day. True love, ha! She’d tried it several times now, with results more dismal than the prospect of not being able to find job. Refusing to think about what possessions she could sell to get by, she lovingly picked up her long velvet cape. Reversible, the hooded cape was a glorious red velvet on one side and a deep midnight black on the other. Who cared if people thought she looked like a witch in it.

Zeke swung the fringed buckskin jacket off the garment post, and slid into it. It fit his frame perfectly. He’d made certain of that by having it tailored in town, despite his family’s protest and ribbing over his extravagance, as they called it. But hell to the four winds, Brennon outfitted the other young bucks and the ranch gentlemen. All of whom partook of sophisticated entertainments in town, other than Sophie’s Sin Saloon. What did he care if others thought he was too dandified? His quick aim with a fist or gun meant most would keep their comments to themselves.
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Part 5 ~

Sylva tucked her evening bag beneath her arm, then carefully locked the door to her apartment. Barely adequate, it was all she could afford. Maybe it was time, to leave the windy city, Chicago. Corruption grew like a weed everyday. And, if she had to be tormented one more time by the garlic-on-steroids cooking smells that seeped into every crack of the building, and saturated her clothing, along with the constant fog of cigarette smoke, she was going to scream bloody murder. Her only humorous consolation...garlic kept the vampires away. But, not the real bloodsuckers lurking around every corner.

Zeke enthusiastically trotted down the private stairway that led to his section of the rambling ranch house, one hand perched on the butt of his pistol. The construction of a grand new wing was almost constant. Currently his sister and her new husband had decided to make the ranch their permanent home, and were overseeing the latest plans. His boots hit the expensive sierra-colored granite floor of the entryway, clicking loudly. His mother had finagled it out of his father, using her seductive wiles toward the end of their shouting-rambunctious negotiations. Glimpsing his father in the side hall, he halted.
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Part 6 ~

Sylva halted at the top of the stoop, enchanted. The crescent moon hung in the sunset sky like an enormous lemon slice, only cast in gold. Smiling, she hugged her cloak closer against the windy chill. Sweeping down the short flight of steps, she clicked toward her small car, watching out for the vein-like cracks in the sidewalk. As she stepped off the worn-down curb to cross the street, her ankle wobbled from a pebble beneath her shoe. With a talented balancing act she righted herself, but not in time to avoid the speeding black SUV wheeling around the corner.

Zeke wheeled toward his father, who winked broadly, and grinned. Saluting with his hat, Zeke continued out the door. The crescent moon shone above the tangerine-pink horizon while the planet of love, Venus, blazed brightly. Inside the shelter next to the hitching rail, he saddled and bridled Smoky, one of his favorite riding stallions. Making certain the soft lariat was secure, he swung astride, appreciating the familiar creak of leather. Smoky stretched into a fast walk, then a long trot, eager for a gallop. Without cue the stallion settled into a ground-eating lope. In an hour they would hit town.
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Part 7 ~

Sylva froze in terror, the scream in her throat failing to pass her lips. Desperately, as time slowed around her, she looked for a way to escape becoming a bloody broken *okay,sexily-dressed* pancake. The headlights glared like devil’s eyes. The grill suddenly reminded her of a dragon’s face. When a blast of light struck her, then formed into a mirror-bright circle, Sylva dived toward it, not knowing what else to do. The first thing she noticed ~ she’d landed on her butt in a shallow mud puddle. Then she noticed, the air smelled heavenly despite the drift of fresh horse manure.

Zeke reined Smoky down to a slow trot at the edge of town. With excitement charging through him like a bull, he scanned both sides of Main Street, looking for the rowdiest celebration. A woman wanting marriage would be making herself available there tonight. He hadn’t confided in anyone. No, he’d cherished the notion he’d have his pick of fillies without the two local women who chased after him, scaring any newcomer away. As a shooting star appeared, he halted Smoky, taking in the celestial beauty and making his wish for a woman he could love with his whole heart.
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Part 8 ~

Sylva glanced back and forth, completely bewildered. Illumined buildings that were no more than three stories, looked as if they’d been the victims of an all out war between an old west movie town and the elongated elegance of art nouveau. Not only that, horses adorned by silver-laden saddles stood at hitching posts while some manner of flying automobiles were parked on rooftops. Where in the freaking hell was she? Swivelling her head in slow motion, she nursed the hope she’d wake up at any moment. Even the music sounded like a strange mix of honky tonk and a waltz.

Zeke fingered his lariat as he urged Smoky forward. From what he could tell, the Diamond Flame had the most action. The piano-tinkly, fiddle-swinging music streamed toward him and the most expensive air cars packed the rooftop. A glint of light caught his eye. Instantly he focused on the center of Main Street, one hand ready to draw his pistol. He blinked, blinked again, an attempt to clear his vision, though it was as clear as a hunting hoot owl. The woman sat in middle of the street as if she’d fallen. Probably those strange ankle-breaking shoes were to blame.
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Part 9 ~

Sylva stared at the slow approach of a man on horseback. The luminous glare of lights spilling into the darkness revealed his chiseled lean features beneath the cocky set of his cowboy hat. Had she somehow been transported to a movie set? When he lifted a rope, then began twirling it above his head in ever-widening circles, she glanced all around looking for a calf, or an escaped horse ~ all while the theme from Rawhide played in her head. She wondered if she was in any danger. Should she stay put, or get up quick as she could, and run?

Zeke ran his gaze up the woman’s shapely legs covered by saloon dancer hose. The full swell of her hips were revealed by her flipped up skirt. Never more grateful for a pool of light, he stared at the daring display of her bosom, plump creamy mounds that begged for his hands, his lips, his face buried between them. She wasn’t shy about showing them. He surely liked that. As his cock sprang to life and demanded to be unholstered, he lifted his lariat, swinging it above his head. Rapidly flicking his glance around, he saw no competitors for her.
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Part 10 ~

Sylva fastened her gaze on the whirling rope, a whoosh of sound cutting through the air. Maybe he was a champion roper with a skill that good. As she began to rise, her hand sank deeper in the mud. “No,” she moaned. The cowboy’s horse stopped in front of her, not thirty feet away. Realizing she showed too much, Sylva smoothed her skirt down with her other hand. Now what? If she tried to get up, she would be even muddier. Sighing with resignation, she twisted...suddenly she felt the rope settle around her shoulders, bite into her bare skin.

Zeke kept his lariat smooth and easy, aiming his gaze toward her face. He wanted to see her beautiful features more clearly, and glimpse her eyes on him before he claimed her as his bride. Unless she wore another man’s mark. But what man let his woman out by herself on this night? The more he saw of her, even as she flattened her stiff skirt, the more he blazed like a stallion for her. She had the most adorable curves he’d ever witnessed on a woman. With focused ease, Zeke sailed the loop toward her, certain of his capture.
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Part 11 ~

Sylva didn’t move for a few moments, paralyzed with shock. Outrage flared through her, quick as a wildfire, and she screamed. The instant she reached up to remove the rope it tightened enough to stop her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She used her fiercest *don’t mess with me* voice. Whipping around, she saw him swing a leg over the saddle horn, then dismount in one unbelievable motion, all while keeping the rope taut. “And where the hell am I?” Good Lord, his lean defined muscles looked like living bands of steel as he moved toward her.

Zeke felt his belly somersault with pure celebration as he kept her lassoed. She was far more than he’d expected, even with her loud rude talk. Damn, she’d be a little scratching wildcat in their marital relations with that *come get me* attitude. Lifting one corner of his mouth in a grin, he approached. He’d had women all soft and willing. He’d had ‘em ferocious for what he could deliver. He liked both. He wanted both. He was surely fond of her spirit, even if it meant throwing her over his lap ~ tanning her bottom to teach her a lesson.
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Part 12 ~

Sylva figured she wasn’t going anywhere yet, given the way he handled a rope. Not only that, she had no clue where the crap she’d ended up. Where was a cop when you needed one? “Looks like you’ve made friends with a mud puddle, little lady. Give me your hand and I’ll help you up.” He stretched a lean, long-fingered hand down to her, yet kept the rope tight. What? Was he going to hogtie her next, if she didn’t? She blinked, the timbre of his voice registering. Molten and smoky, with a smooth twang that melted a woman’s sexiest insides.

Zeke ached to her know her name. However, his beautiful little filly didn’t appear to appreciate his husbandly claim of her. Yet. He aimed to convince her right quick about what he had to offer. If she’d arrived to meet another man, she was plumb in luck he’d found her first. “Hope you like mud, Mr. Cowboy.” Rebellion glinting in her eyes, she clasped his hand with her mud-covered, but dainty palm. Given it was the hand she would have used, he smiled. Besides, by sweet heaven, if she wanted to play rough and untamed as sin, he’d oblige her.
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Part 13 ~

Sylva felt herself pulled upwards in a gentlemanly manner. Tempted to use her own skill to flip him into the mud puddle, she decided his impressive reflexes would take her down with him. Keeping her muddy hand, he drilled his gaze down to her soul, then used the rope to force her closer. The brilliant glints in his eyes had her wondering what color his eyes were. Damn it to hell, she should knee him in his arrogant, okay, handsome groin, and make a run for it in her *tip me over* heels. “Planning to hogtie me, whoever you are?”

Zeke had never felt so savage for a woman. He didn’t think it was because she now belonged to him. Her womanly fragrance, like warm honey and blooming sage, filled him up more than a prime steak dinner. Her face was what a man dreamed about when he rode the land for days at a time, lonely. Her lips were made for a man’s pleasure. Her hair tumbled beautifully. His bride wasn’t from around these parts if she didn’t know him, for damn sky certain. “Zeke Dhurago Vintorr, from the ranch, Sunrise Two Rivers.” He jerked her flat against him.
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Part 14 ~

Sylva collided with his rock-solid chest, the buttons of his vest, his holster belt and a bulge she would call Sears’ tower impressive. His rope held her prisoner as his mouth dived for hers, capturing. Forced backwards over his impossibly strong arm, Sylva felt herself kissed with such raw passion, she was stunned at first. When her own passion surged wildly, she hooked her fingers in the wide leather of his belt, and kissed him back, measure for measure. Her blood turned to fire. The tightened loop around her shoulders suddenly felt damn erotic. But hell! What was she doing?

Zeke had figured to woo his bride toward their first night of conjugal bliss together. He possessed no such sanity with her. Especially not when his little filly kissed him back with a passion that matched his own, and set his loins ablaze. He pulled harder on the rope, the feel of her womanly flesh his best paradise. He kissed her harder, the ripeness of her lips and how she used them his undoing. He had her lassoed. She had him by the balls. Hell, his balls felt as blistered as if he baked them naked beneath the noon sun.
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Part 15 ~

Sylva resisted. She encouraged a man who obviously abducted her in some way. Or, had she mysteriously stepped into some sort of staged sex fantasy? “Wait.” She burst the word against his lips when he took a breath. “Wait. Sex Fantasy?” His arm trapped her tighter, his breath harsh, his eyes heavy-lidded as he gazed down at her. “You want a sex fantasy, my bride? Which one?” Oh...my...god, was she in mucho trouble! “No, is this a staged sex fantasy?” She felt him try to ponder. “Staged?” he asked. “Pretend,” she clarified. “Do you think I’ve agreed to this?”

Zeke tried to understand, despite the throbbing blaze of his cock. Sex fantasy. Hell, anything sounded good to him. What did she want him to pretend? What was he supposed to agree to? Maybe he better start with her name. Forcing himself to loosen his hold, he rasped, “What’s your name?” Was that relief in her luminous beautiful eyes? “Sylva,” she answered. “I’m not supposed to be here.” God was he glad as stud she was. “What ranch do you hail from?” A look of confusion crossed her features. “Ranch?” Zeke remembered the shooting star, and understood. “You’re my gift.”
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HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Fifteen happy smooches from the Kougar...

Romance in Blue and Tango in Red

Romance is in the winter air, my Big Fierce Kittens, the Kougar posted her first bloggie at Happily Ever After ~ titled ~ Winter in Blue & Romance in the Year of Two. Moi expanded on the topic of romance and offered a bit more insight into this New Year of Two, than when she posted on her Big Cat blog, here.
Also, today the Kougar went cyber spelunking for a catalogue company who sold prints of romantic paintings, gargoyle and dragon statues ~ and all sorts of the fantastical, magnificent and magical decoration for home and lawn. Moi couldn’t quite remember the name, although she adored the name...brain cell leakage?
The pic above is one of the romantic prints from the Google-discovered internet shopping venue ~ designtoscano.com ~
The Kougaress would absolutely *the cat’s whiskers* love to dance the Tango like that. Meow and passion oh-so purring extreme.

Big Amazing KitKats, Lexie’s Title Magic blog on the affects of the color red on the male of species was fun and informative. Plus, the info fueled story ideas for a Red World novel written by yours pussycat truly.

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FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Claw snippet from the menage’ WIP ~ Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ coming from Siren-BookStrand ~

“I should make myself such a bad distraction you’ll want to get rid of me.”
“Backfire,” he whispered next to her ear. He nipped the rim of her little ear. “Don’t distract the Dark Wizard too much, or he’ll use his very own wand of fiercest strength.”
“Fiercest strength,” she mock-derided. Naughtily she wiggled back and forth on his rod.
“The wand is gathering its lightning force,” he growled.
“It is. I can definitely feel the white heat.”
“If we weren’t facing Mowzolinn, his weather war machines and his evil thugs, I’d white-heat your sweet kwim hole.”
Straightening to a serious posture, she asked, “How can I help?”
“Snuggle up, my kitten, let me work my tech magic. I’ll explain along the way.”
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Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~

Part 14 ~

Sylva collided with his rock-solid chest, the buttons of his vest, his holster belt and a bulge she would call Sears’ tower impressive. His rope held her prisoner as his mouth dived for hers, capturing. Forced backwards over his impossibly strong arm, Sylva felt herself kissed with such raw passion, she was stunned at first. When her own passion surged wildly, she hooked her fingers in the wide leather of his belt, and kissed him back, measure for measure. Her blood turned to fire. The tightened loop around her shoulders suddenly felt damn erotic. But hell! What was she doing?

Zeke had figured to woo his bride toward their first night of conjugal bliss together. He possessed no such sanity with her. Especially not when his little filly kissed him back with a passion that matched his own, and set his loins ablaze. He pulled harder on the rope, the feel of her womanly flesh his best paradise. He kissed her harder, the ripeness of her lips and how she used them his undoing. He had her lassoed. She had him by the balls. Hell, his balls felt as blistered as if he baked them naked beneath the noon sun.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 ~ see Happy New Year... on another Earth
Part 2 ~ see Purple Squirrel & Happy New Year... Part 2 ~
Part 3 ~ see Bound by Gold Ribbon... New Year’s Day, 2013
Part 4 ~ see Monday, oh the madness...
Part 5 ~ see Remembering... Happy New Year, Part 5 ~
Part 6 ~ see bash, crash and cash... Ring in the New Year
Part 7 ~ see Tomorrow... Happily Ever After...
Part 8 ~ see Winter in Blue & the New Year of Two
Part 9 ~ see The Wind’s Cold Howl...
Part 10 ~ see Good Roaring News!
Part 11 ~ see The Dark Wizard of Machines
Part 12 ~ see Blue Gold ~ Back to Egypt
Part 13 ~ see Snake in the Glass

HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Tango Red smooch from the Kougar...