Grumbly Mumbly and Smiles, too...

Evening greetings, holiday-gamboling Felines... delightfully warm on the tame prairie during the afternoon, yay-meows! and later, the Kougaress was surrounded by the enchanting pink clouds of sunset, drifting low on the northern horizon.

What a mixed bag of a day, KitKats, including this Big Cat writer became stuck on what to use for a dialogue tag... yowls, that up-to-your-ankles-in-mud feeling... it was one of those tricky spots in the scene where an action wouldn’t work, and no dialogue tag worked, either. Zol had to be identified as the speaker, instead of his hellhound brother, Zin. Yee-owww, you try writing twin heroes.

After searching ‘dialogue tags’ and finding a useful list, and discovering a helpful blog, moi created a long, long list of every dialogue tag she could remember, or find... but, yeah, baby cats... this is why she never went hunting before... who cares about all the damn ‘do this, do that’ rules for writers!!! What works is what works. ~grumbly mumbly~

Still, once she finally got that log jam cleared in the scene, she made some good progress, and is so hoping to make more. ~SMILES~

But, O.MY.GAWD! CAN THE SPAM!!! Already. Today, it was like a snow flurry. What? Who gets paid for being a hyper annoyance? And, like this Big Cat cares about any of that CRAPOLA!!!

Oh, yes, moi managed to get some outside stuff done on this mild lovely day [shhh, don’t tell the Goverment O-ficcials, since soon planting will be outlawed in your own yard without a license]... yeah, like plants need a license to grow.... James Bond, 007, needs a license to kill, but trees simply grow. Thank the Divine.
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The tail-switching holiday moment: Listening to a new Bruce Springsteen song on the radio, and hearing him sing, Fire.
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Big Cat by-the-numbers ~

2:22 am... 3:33 am... 4:44 am... 12:12 pm... 11:11 pm... 12:12 am... watch your tails, there’s a weird week ahead...
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Authoress news and mews ~

Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~

Ms. Etiquette's Lessons Continue
by Solara

“Uh, Anthony, what do you intend to do with that?” Victoria nodded her head toward the flogger Anthony held. She squirmed hoping to loosen the soft rope binding her.

“Oh, this little thing?” Anthony whipped the flogger through the air creating small cracking sounds just above her closest breast. “Pray tell me you don’t know what I do with this. How about I warm up your nipples and clit with it before I answer you?”
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

Sinful Saturday-Cowboy Love
by Gem Sivad

Trolling picture sites for seductive, scoundrels is the rough part of writing historical western romances (*yeah, right*).Ahem. Before I begin a book, I find a visual representative of my imagined character.

Today, I thought I'd share a mini excerpt and the cowboy image inspiring sinfully sexy, Sam McCallister--my bad boy, bounty hunting hero in Five Card Stud.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 699 ~

Sylva wrapped herself more tightly around her long tall cowboy, her husband. Her Zeke. Their languorous, incredibly long kisses ignited her almost unbearably, and she was struck with passion’s fever, her whole body burning. When their mouths eased apart, and their breaths burst against each other, she murmured, “You ever plan on using that torch you call a cock, handsome. It’s so hot I’ll bet my thighs have turned red.” His whiskey-colored eyes darkened more, becoming black as smoke. The raw dangerous power that he was as a man flared in the depths of his eyes, fascinating Sylva. She stared.

Zeke witnessed the soul of his woman, and felt utterly mesmerized by the facets of wisdom, strength and beauty he saw. More, she bewitched him. Her. Who she was as a spiritual and flesh being. “Sylva,” he finally rasped. “Zeke,” she breathed out his name, as if he were her very breath. Their mouths fused tenderly, then their lips blazed against each other. Keeping their lips sealed, Zeke nudged his woman’s thighs open with his knee. Her sheath’s entrance warmly welcomed the thrust of his cock, and he smoothly penetrated his wife. She moaned against his lips and he lunged.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 698 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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The roaring outrage moment: Screw the UN-codex-psychopaths and the congress-creepazoids with the biggest, fastest, meanest drill bit there is, moi is planting her ugly pumpkin with the hope that the seeds are viable... and she doesn’t give a damn what the food-un-safety bill says she can or can’t do!!!
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The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.

~ HAPPY HOLIDAYS ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~

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

Holiday moment smooches from the Kougar...

Genius, Missing the Point

Friday into Saturday mews, my frisky and phenomenally incredible KitKats... yesterday morning the before sunrise, the Kougaress saw the planet, Venus, low in the eastern sky... she was so magnificently bright and large, it’s difficult to describe her true emotional impact.

Venus, the goddess of love... shouldn’t we all be that bright and large in our love for others?
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Genius, Missing the Point... in these strange upside down days, someone who is considered a genius is given accolades of respect... as if she or he is light years ahead of the rest of us. NO, it ain’t so. It’s all myth, much of that myth is manufactured by various not-so-good dynamics.

Actually, the opposite is true in these times. Many of those with supposed genius IQs remain totally blind to society and culture as it is now. They live in some ivory tower that has little to do with anything other than their individual and often-controlled perceptions of the world.

Everywhere this Big Cat looks, *genius* is missing the point. No, the iphone and ipad [as examples] are not some marvelous and momentous cutting edge technology that we should all bow down to as proof of human innovation.

In truth, these particular technologies are *proof* we live in a dark age of repression. For, in fact, there are truly genius inventions, there are technologies so far advanced we wouldn’t even recognize them as being a human invention in our world today. And, no, we are not allowed the benefit of their use. We common folk are not allowed the real genius inventions. Nor, are we allowed the good ole common sense inventions this beloved country was built on, and thrived on, at one time in our herstory/history.

No, this Big Cat can’t make her case in this allotted space. And, she doesn’t have the time, either. Yet, she asks you to consider her worlds. And, don’t bother thinking outside the box. Screw and claw the box. Be your own genius. The genius YOU are!!!
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Big Cat by-the-numbers ~

4:44 am... angels speaking...
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Authoress news and mews ~

The Kougar posted her flash story, The Awakening of Sharomond, at HAPPILY EVER AFTER just because she felt like it. There’s a delicious sleeping beauty art picture.
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Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~

The Green-Eyed Alpha...
by Serena Shay

“Dirty, low down, rotten wolf boy!” As Ziva steamed, her pen hit the desk with increased force. “Firing his brother by text message, pimping out his workers and invites to the Hancock party—no doubt acquired by ill-gotten means.” How had he scored those little bits of gold and who the hell was he planning on taking, not that she was interested or jealous. She wasn’t!
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

Flirty Friday
by Mary Quast

Flirting is a subtle and not too serious aspect of romance. It is a basic instinct to want to charm the other sex. However, flirting isn’t only for singles; just because you are in a committed relationship doesn’t mean you need to stop flirting with your honey. Flash an unexpected smile at him and watch his eyes begin to twinkle as he smiles back. Flirting can be fun and sexy.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 698 ~

Sylva jerked inside. For an instant, she ached sharply with emotion, back to the time when her ex would reprimand her nastily. Only, now Zeke’s next words sizzled her passions again. “My cock is feelin’ just fine this way.” His half-lidded gaze studied her so briefly, Sylva barely noticed. But, the bold crush of his mouth left her in no doubt how much he wanted her. And, how much she pleased him. Their lips tangled with wild abandon, yet with a deliberate hardness that had Sylva feeling beautifully primal. He nipped her bottom lip, nipped again, and tugged. Sylva whimpered.

Zeke let his stud ardor rule. As much as he wanted to lunge inside his Sylva, and let his cock rock them both in a slow lazy rhythm, he wanted the entire feel of her lush dainty body more. He wanted her lips as he took them now. The pleasure of their steamy tangling kisses took him to new heights of carnal enjoyment. More, he was darn well enjoyin’ their marital bonding. Husband and wife. They would be dance partners everyday, and he wanted it this way between them. This intimate lusting for each other. He tasted her whimper. “Sylva.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 697 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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Airports are disease factories. The flesh-easing bacteria that many die from, MRSA [Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA) is a bacterial infection that is highly resistant to some antibiotics. Staph skin infections cause a red, swollen, and painful area on the skin ...] is being spread at airports because of the intrusive pat downs and the outright rape-downs. No, they don’t change their gloves much.

This Big Cat is not over-worried about germs, in general. However, common sense dictates that this reprehensible practice could create a real pandemic by spreading germs like mad. Not to mention, this complete power-trip idiocy could ruin folks lives with terrible illnesses. Flying in a commercial airplane is already a nasty business as far as being exposed to all kinds of germs, with no escape. The air quality is poor, the oxygen low, and, no, they do not properly sanitize the planes. Just being confined in that small space with that many people for so long, is a health risk due to the concentration of bacteria, viruses and fungus that could be, and likely are, contagious.

Airports are also radiate-you-to-death centers. The Naked Nuke Scanners deliver doses of radiation that are illegal in the practice of Dentistry. For a good reason, it can and will kill you [unless you know the right supplements to take] at those levels. No, not on the spot, in most cases, because radiation builds up in the body. Whenever you fly in a plane you are already receiving a higher dose of radiation than if you remain on good ole terra firma. Plus, the radiation is not only contained within the scanner, but is radiating all the airport employees on a daily basis with these dangerous levels.

From this Big Cat’s perspective, commercial airports should be avoided at all costs, the exception being a true emergency. Look for small private companies that fly out of a smaller airport. Look for other ways to arrive or fly to your destinations. Get a travel group together and share the cost.
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The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.

~ HAPPY THANKFUL DAYS ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~

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

Goddess of love kisses from the Kougar...

Black Friday Frenzy

Wide cat grin and greetings, my generous and gorgeous Big Cats... hope this finds you well fed and happy among your loved ones... if you do the BLACK FRIDAY FRENZY thing, enjoy and grab those bargains. If not, follow the fancies of your heart. And love on your loved ones. The Kougaress is staying home, away from the crowds. Though, perhaps, she’ll be tempted by some online bargains.
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Kittens, this poem was posted by erotic romance author, Bekki Lynn, at HAPPILY EVER AFTER. May you enjoy it as much as this Big Cat did.

Thanksgiving

(Edgar Albert Guest, 1881-1959)

Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice,
An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice;
An' kissin' the girls an' declarin' that they
Are growin more beautiful day after day;
Chattin' an' braggin' a bit with the men,
Buildin' the old family circle again;
Livin' the wholesome an' old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.

Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
Mother's a little bit grayer, that's all.
Father's a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp an' to laugh with a will.
Here we are back at the table again
Tellin' our stories as women an men.

Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;
Oh, but we're grateful an' glad to be there.
Home from the east land an' home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest an' best.
Out of the sham of the cities afar
We've come for a time to be just what we are.
Here we can talk of ourselves an' be frank,
Forgettin' position an' station an' rank.

Give me the end of the year an' its fun
When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin' with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers.

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Big Cat by-the-numbers ~

2:22 am... 3:33 am... 2:12 pm... 5:55 pm... 1:11 am... winter solstice is nearly upon us...
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 697 ~

Sylva slowly pressed a long kiss on her cowboy’s shaft, the pressure pleasing her own lips. Curious, she opened her mouth a bit, and gently lapped up his crown’s slit. His entire body tensed, flesh ropes of muscle that felt exquisite. “Untaming is good,” he hoarsely ground out. Smiling to herself, Sylva delicately shoved the tip of her tongue against his cock’s slit, then gradually licked. She had just finished when she felt her hair yanked, then felt herself being hauled upward. “Darlin’,” he gravelly blurted out. Within seconds he rolled her beneath him. His weight raged excitement through her.

Zeke sought his Sylva’s mouth. He crushed her lips with his until the sumptuousness of her mouth caused him to groan. Quickly, their mouths moved in a dance of fierce passion. His woman’s tight hold on him, the warm lustful way she molded her soft ripe curves against him, had Zeke, once again, grateful for the day he was born. He broke apart their lips long enough to rasp, “Sylva.” Renewing his hold on her tresses, he cradled his cock deeper in the crevice between her voluptuous thighs. “No,” he burst out when she began to spread them for him.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 696 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.

~ HAPPY THANKFUL DAYS ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~

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

Friday frenzied kisses from the Kougar...

Thanksgiving Day Purrs

HAPPY THANKSGIVING! My darling Big Cats... may today find you warm and loved, and, yes, adored as is your birthright.
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Wednesday’s tail-switching thankful moment: Hot Chocolate made with organic cocoa, the beautiful quiet of being on the tame prairie, and being surrounded by those you love.
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More Thanksgiving Day Purrs... The Kougar is grateful for each and every one of you. And, she is grateful to have her books published. Thank you, to all of you who have read and enjoyed her erotic romance novels. The Kougar loves ya!
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Big Cat by-the-numbers ~

12:12 am... 2:22 am... 1:11 pm... 11:11 pm... a whole new day is dawning...
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Authoress news and mews ~

Free Read from western erotic romance author, GEM SIVAD ~

Happy Holidays everyone! As promised, Comfort and Hamilton are having Thanksgiving dinner at their Double-Q ranch house. Stop over @ ~ gemsivad.com/holiday-treats/thanksgiving-comfort ~ and read this special installment of Sweeter than Honey.
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Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~

Cat fight over a non-alpha???
by Rebecca Murray

Mooney sat at “his” spot at Mocha Joe’s, the human-run coffee shop, and stared dumbfounded at the two females fighting like cats. As one was human and the other a coyote, this was very odd. And as a male wolf, he had no freaking clue what started it. Well, that wasn’t strictly true- he knew that Marissa putting a triple shot of chocolate syrup in Maggie’s “latte only and none of the monkey frou-frou stuff,” what ever frou-frou stuff was.
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

Coffee with floor stripper ma'am?
by Kayelle Allen

One of my oddest memories of life in the Navy is discovering the true use of coffee. The First Class Petty Officer in my squadron's department handed me fifty cents and asked me to go down to the coffee mess (the Navy version of a break room) and bring back plain black coffee. I thought this was odd, because he never drank coffee, but I got it, walked back carefully so as not to spill it, and handed it to him.
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AUTHORS/ASPIRING AUTHORS ~

Mainstream romance from Ellora's Cave - new Blush inprint

Posted by: "Lindsay Townsend"
Tue Nov 23, 2010 4:49 am (PST)

Ellora's Cave Blush Line Call For Submissions.
I snipped the following from ~ romancewriterwoesblogspot.com ~

Ellora's cave will begin accepting submissions for its Blush line of non-erotic romances in January. Here's some info:

Blush ~ Mainstream Romance

Blush is our line of non-erotic romances, of any genre. (Formerly known as Cerridwen Press.) We will be accepting submissions starting in January 2011.

Story length is 7,000 to 125,000 words. Sensuality level can be anything from sweet (kisses only) to sensual-but- not-quite- erotic. We do not publish inspirational/ religious romances or category-style romances. (No secret baby, Big Misunderstanding, amnesiac in the storm, ex-SEAL-turned- sheriff, billionaire' s secretary/mistress, or TSTL heroines.)

Cotillion is our line of sweet Traditional Regency romances. Story length is 7,000 to 75,000 words.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 696 ~

Sylva trailed several kisses down her cowboy’s loins until her cheek met the warm silken tip of his rigid cock. After a long nuzzling press of her lips, and the delicious press of his shaft against her cheek, she lifted her head long enough to say, “Untaming is good, isn’t it?” Her husband barked a groan, then tightly fisted her hair. His impassioned yank had Sylva moaning against his hot skin. She turned her head, and repeatedly flicked her tongue on the velvety flesh of his crown. She hoped it pleased him, but, really she lightly licked to sensually please herself.

Zeke’s curiosity won out. He’d been about to haul his woman upwards and roll her beneath him. The tiny flicks of her tongue not only sparked his loins, but made him wonder what she would do to him next. His wife seemed to be highly enjoyin’ herself. Why interrupt her womanly pleasures. That is, as long as he could hold out. But, he was already darn near cocked and loaded. Keeping his tight grip on her tresses, Zeke threw his other arm over his brow, and suffered his pleasures in silence. Her lips pressed softly against his slit, and stayed.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 695 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.

~ HAPPY THANKFUL DAYS ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~

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

Thanksgiving Day purrs and kisses from the Kougar...

May Love Hold You In Its Embrace

A strange day and times, my adored and amorous Felines... the Kougaress hopes your Turkey Day preparations are going well... seasonally cold on the tame prairie with a gorgeous, robin’s egg blue sky... wow, how plans change when health goes awry, even if only for an hour, or so... so take care of yourselves, darlings.
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May Love Hold You In Its Embrace ~ That is the wish and the stand this Big Cat is taking now, and for Thanksgiving... and for the Holidays... for, she realized today at a deeper level how much all of us in this world, ALL OF US, need love... need to love and to be loved... how much all of us need to be taken care of and need to take care of others... and not only each other, but Gaia, our beloved Earth... and all her flora and fauna. It’s time to love and be loved in a whole new way. It’s time to care and take action where and when you are able. No, not as a sacrifice. But, as you are called, as you see the need.

And since, this Big Cat author obviously pens romance stories... so, yes, may love hold you in its embrace as you read your favorite romance novels and stories.
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The tail-switching thankful moment: Completing the revisions of Chapter Thirty-Five, and about to start penning the next chapter of Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds. Yay! Also, thank you to the Divine, overcoming a bout of low blood sugar.
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Big Cat by-the-numbers ~

2:12 am... 2:22 am... 3:33 am... 2:12 pm... 2:22 pm... 3:33 pm... 5:55 pm... 10:10 pm... 11:11 pm... love by the numbers as we move toward 2012.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

X-Cerpt: BANGED UP by Jeanne St. James

Two scarred souls: one physically, one mentally. Both on the mend, hiding from their pasts…

Mace Walker can’t wait to get home.

Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late one night, his relief is short-lived as he’s faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his head, acting like he is the one who doesn’t belong there!
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 695 ~

Sylva heard the pleasure in her cowboy’s voice. Elation and desire seized her as she covered Zeke’s chest with kisses. Sylva loved the feel of her husband beneath her lips and she took her sweet time claiming every inch of him. Feeling bolder, she smoothed her hand over his chest, as well. She kissed lower, caressing his unbelievably taut abdomen. His circling strokes on her back quickened. God, he could touch her in just the way that thrummed her sexiest spots. “Mm-mm,” she hummed against his firm, very warm skin. Pressing her lips leisurely, she moved lower, her hand following.

Zeke had to wonder how much of this sweet sensual torment he could take. His woman had him on the edge between wantin’ to bask in the pleasure, and his fast rising need to enjoy her carnal charms again. He thrust his fingers into her hair and palmed her head. As she pressed kiss after kiss on him and stroked his chest, he continued caressing her back. At the same time, he kneaded her head and also drifted his fingers through her thick mane of hair. Lord above, she was luxury itself. His woman. “Sylva, darlin’, you’re untamin’ this stud.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 694 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.

~ HAPPY THANKFUL DAYS ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~

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

~May Love Hold You In Its Embrace~ kisses from the Kougar...

Slow News Day at ShapeShifter Seductions

Late evening maows and purrs, my independent and impish Kittens... oh, brrrrs and shivers... all of moi’s lovely warm weather disappeared... cold winds swept over the tame prairie significantly lowering the temps... however, the Kougaress did get her leaves piled up around her red rosebush.

Omy, omy! The world is changing so fast, faster than a couch potato changing channels...but, is it the train coming down the tunnel... or, the light at the end of the tunnel? Or, both...
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Slow News Day at ShapeShifter Seductions ~ Oh, my adored Big Cats, go enjoy Pat Cunningham’s clever and amazing post, as well as all the fun and fabtastic *Guts and Butts Gazette* blogs. The Kougar is immensely enjoying like no tomorrow...
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The tail-switching thankful moment: Finding out more of the truth about the assassination of JFK. That ‘more than horrific’ event has haunted this Big Cat since she heard President John F. Kennedy’s death announced.

Featured at Coast to Coast am~

Oswald & JFK Assassination

Date: 11-21-10
Host: George Knapp
Guests: Ed Haslam, Peter Gleick, Judyth Vary Baker, John Barbour

JFK assassination expert Ed Haslam recounted the story of Judyth Vary Baker, a once promising science student and cancer researcher, who became involved with Lee Harvey Oswald over the summer of 1963 in New Orleans. Baker had been recruited to work with Dr. Mary Sherman on developing a cancer cure, but instead found herself helping to create a cancer bioweapon that would reportedly be used to assassinate Fidel Castro. "They gave Judy a bodyguard...to take care of her," and that was the role of Lee Harvey Oswald, he was her handler in New Orleans and that is how they met, Haslam explained. The bioweapon project involved David Ferrie (later implicated in the JFK assassination by Jim Garrison), and Baker said she got to know him as well, while in New Orleans.

Appearing for a segment at the top of the third hour, Judyth Vary Baker described her love affair with Oswald, and characterized him as a hero and patriot who was set up to be a patsy for JFK's murder, and subsequently unjustly demonized. By July 1963, "Lee Oswald thought he was going to die because of his attempts to do what he could to penetrate a ring he believed was forming for this, first in New Orleans..and then in Texas. He was aware of what he was getting into and did it anyway," she said. Oswald went along with the plans in Texas because he was afraid the perpetrators were going to kill his family, Haslam suggested.

Appearing in a later segment, John Barbour, the maker of the documentary, The Garrison Tapes, talked about how attempts were made to discredit certain witnesses like Judyth Baker. Oswald's shooter, Jack Ruby, died from cancer and according to Haslam, he said he'd been injected with the biological weapon that Baker and Sherman developed, which reportedly killed subjects in 28 days.
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Big Cat by-the-numbers ~

4:44 am... Volcano’s Angelic Forecast written during this angel moment... 1:11 pm... 2:12 pm... 2:22 pm... 10:10 pm... There’s a fight for the heart and soul of humanity...
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Authoress news and mews ~

Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~

Slow News Day
by Pat Cunningham

Maggie glared at her computer screen. Her blank computer screen. No words marred its pristine surface. That was never a good thing, not with deadlines looming. The gossip trail had gone cold of late. She needed a fresh, steamy kill.

AND...

Here’s the first paragraph of the Kougar’s post on Tuesday, the 23rd, starring Ace Reporter, White Fang Kent.

Werewolf musk hung in the night air as heavy as his own balls. Hidden by a corner shadow and untrimmed bushes, White Fang Kent stood beside a rough-hewn lodge located inside a forest clearing. The place, he’d discovered by simple observation, was a local alpha hangout for bikers and any shifter who was wolf enough to bloody his fangs, and ride with the top dogs.
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

Dangerous research
By Vivien Jackson

I’m writing an 18th-century romp at the moment, and I’m finding that the only thing more fun than writing sex-in-a-chemise is researching chemises (and other things). Granted, research has a way of sucking up my time, but it’s all for a purpose, right? The dishes can wait: I must know about morganatic marriages and antique iron strongboxes right now.
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Weekly Angelic Forecast from Volcano

Straight from the Carnal Cherub himself...

Angelic Forecast ~ #116

For this week volcanic eruptions is the name of the game. That is, both truth and lies, will spew forth, blast forth like fiery mega eruptions. Also, deceit by the dark side will fall like ash in an attempt to obscure what is being revealed as true, as reality.

At the same time, the angelic forces will cast forth a sapphire blue light. It is the light of revelation, and the light that renews the human spirit. For, the battle is upon us. The lines have been drawn. Revolt is here. And now.

During this time of Thanksgiving beneath the bright light of the Full Moon, every human heart will know itself as never before. Every heart will open to giving and receiving love as never before.

A momentous time is upon us. And, every individual will choose, consciously or unconsciously, their path for the coming year, as if it is set in stone. The stone is destiny.

On a personal level, there is no better time to give and receive love. There is no better time to enjoy the company of those you truly treasure. There is no better time to smile at others and offer hugs. For, the Universe is smiling upon Earth.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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MORE...Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 694 ~

Sylva took a chance. For her it was a chance, given how many times she’d been discouraged, to put it mildly. Stretching forward, she kissed Zeke’s cheek. When he didn’t seem displeased, she trailed kisses along his jaw...slow kisses, so she could feel the shape and texture of his face with each press of her lips. There was something about it that sensually turned her on. Something that felt so right. “More?” she huskily asked, once she’d indulged in the feel of his chin. “Keep on kissin’ me, darlin’,” her cowboy gravelly murmured. Sylva altered position, kissing his throat.

Zeke languidly swept his hand over his woman’s back. If this wasn’t stud heaven, he didn’t know what was. Dang! His wife’s heated little kisses made him feel like the master of his realm. More, the way she pressed kisses was just damn good feelin’. “Sylva,” he growled. She started a bit. Zeke frowned. Still, before he could question her, she placed lazy kisses on his shoulder. Everywhere her lips touched him, and sensually lingered on his skin, he simmered like a pot put onto boil. Damn, soon he’d be boiling over the top. Gentling his tone, he rasped, “Sylva.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 693 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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Making fun of the TSA, yeah that’s the meow. Moi heard this from a morning DJ ~

The NEW TSA Slogan... We handle more packages than UPS

This Big Cat’s slogan... these boots are made for walking and that’s just what I’m gonna do... I’m gonna walk all over you... btw, pervert, these boots won’t be coming off unless the toe gets stuck in a certain part of your anatomy.
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The Not So Fun News ~

WiFi is killing trees and plant life and also twisting their gene code, according to some experts, who are studying why the flora is dying or becoming mutilated around cell phone towers and other wifi hot spots.

Oh yeah, btw, darling felines, the big nasty elite [THOSE who really run things the world over] is planning to move large populations out of the areas THEY deem to be ecologically challenged... no judge, no jury, no justice...THEY get to use any kind of excuse they can get by with to steal anyone’s property and home... so, no, your home is not sacred... nor do they care about private property rights... beware...

Also, yay! More good news ~choking and coughing~ Big Brother and Big Sis are going biometric... that means they get to biometrically size you up like they do every time you go through the naked nuking body scanner... plus, they’ll take your blood so they can rape you of your own DNA, and then use it to frame you... but, hey, if you want to buy and sell, if you want to board that plane... you’ll need that biometric ID... however, this is a grid you do not want to be on... EVER! ~think Nazi death camps~
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The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.

~ HAPPY THANKFUL DAYS ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~

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

Slow news day kisses from the Kougar...

The Awakening of Sleeping Beauty

Sunday into Monday mews, my deliciously lovely KitKats... a warm blustery day on the tame prairie... per usual, the Kougaress has bitten off more than she can chew... chew, yeah yowls... Thanksgiving is only a few days away... where, hopefully, lots of good chewing will occur on all that yummy food.

The tail-switching thankful moment: Reading Lindsay Townsend’s short story, A Christmas Sleeping Beauty. Yes, it made this Big Cat softie shed some good tears. It’s available as a free read at THE PINK BLOG.

The Awakening of Sleeping Beauty ... it hit the Kougaress’s brain like a mack truck after reading A CHRISTMAS SLEEPING BEAUTY, and thinking about the fairytale, Sleeping Beauty... it’s a perfect metaphor for these times. We are all SLEEPING BEAUTIES in some stage of sleep, we beautiful and incredible humans... we have collectively pricked our finger on the spindle like sleeping beauty, unaware we have been poisoned... no, we just don’t know it, or we don’t know how deep we are... in truth, we don’t know our own amazing beauty, inside and out... it has been obscured from us by a cabal of psychopaths, who are masters of the black arts, THOSE who want to keep humanity enslaved and asleep... all too often we buy into the current propaganda of what is beauty, instead of looking with our sacred eyes, instead of seeing and hearing and feeling with our sacred souls... whether, as individuals, we are about to awaken or still deep asleep... THE AWAKENING IS NOW... the Awakening of Sleeping Beauty.
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This is for those Big Cats who thought the title of the Kougar’s bloggie meant a flash scene. This one is rated *sweet*.

The Awakening of Sharomond

She walked in the land of shadows. Even her roses were pale shadows, their vibrant beauty denied to her, their heavenly scents gone. Sharomond remembered another life, another time, when lush fragrant rosebushes, heavy with red and pink blooms, twined up her balcony stairway. When roses, happy in their abundance, climbed up the marble archway of her garden. Dreamy, ephemeral and brilliant, her roses had been nearly every color and shade in the rainbow. Once upon a time.

Fleeting glimpses of a man, a warrior prince by his dress, haunted her. During her endless sojourn in the land of shadows she would catch sight of him astride a magnificent dragonhorse stallion. Or, she would briefly see him battling the leviathan black shadow that domed her entire land.

Sharomond had never found her parents, or discovered another human being in the shadowland. The animals were shades of gray. Moving and acting like apparitions, they took no notice of her presence. Loneliness had long ago driven her mad. Yet, madness meant nothing here. Still, she wandered, dreariness clinging to her like a wet woolen blanket.

Sharomond never saw his face, the elusive warrior prince. The color of his eyes remained a mystery, as did the manly definition of his physique. She had tried with all her might to reach him, running until he vanished.

She had tried to speak to him with her thoughts until despair ruled her heart so brutally she had been forced to quit. Sharomond only knew he was as she had once been. Alive. Alive, in a glorious land where shadows did not reign.

Sharomond could not remember how or why she roamed this shadowland. No amount of pondering brought her closer to any manner of answer. What lived inside her now was rage, a rage to find and conquer whoever had cast her spirit into this gray-black imprisonment.

In truth, Sharomond did not know the fate of her people. Were they still living their lives, cherishing the seasons and celebrating their joys? Who cared for them in their time of need? Who brought healing herbs and broths to them when illness struck?

A slight rustle of sound, one she had never heard in this land of shadows, drew her toward her sumptuously attired bed, now mere mist in appearance. Even though, her coverlet and pillows were layers of luxurious mist, they were as insubstantial as her existence.

An urge to lie down claimed Sharomond, and she obeyed. Why not? For, nothing held any great importance anymore. Unless, she could figure out a way to escape. Unless, she was granted a rescuer by some unknown benevolent hand. Unknown, indeed. Had not every one of her often-whispered prayers gone unanswered? No, her God did not recognize her. Not here. Not hidden by the shadows.

With her eyelids slipping closed, Sharomond draped the coverlet over her, even though it felt like a sodden featherbed. She prepared herself to feel nothing, to dream nothing. But, again, she heard a sound. The scrape of a boot? An odd sensation skittered through her. Was it excitement? So foreign was the feeling, she could not tell.

Warm lips pressed against hers suddenly. To her complete astonishment, a tender kiss was placed upon her mouth. Another kiss followed. This one was more urgent and longer, yet just as gentle.

Sharomond fought to respond, puckering her lips. In that moment she did not care who took liberties with her mouth. She only wanted more. So much more of this fleshly paradise.

The next kiss devoured her entire mouth with a passion she had once dreamed about. Sharomond felt the thick waves of a man’s hair inside her fist. Startled beyond any bearing, she stilled, yet did not let go. Rough breathing filled her ears, and she became aware her pants joined with the impassioned pants of another.

“Sharomond, can you hear me?” a man’s voice asked.

The low rich timbre reminded her of being in a deep dark forest, and she trembled with what felt like desire. A familiarity about the man teased her memory. Yet, no image of his countenance entered her head.

“Awaken, please. I need you. Your people need you.”

Once again, his lips seized hers. Gentleness was replaced by a searing fusion of their mouths. A light flashed before her mind’s eyes, and Sharomond felt utterly ignited. Almost painfully so. In that moment she knew who kissed her awake.

“No,” she forced out, even as her eyes flew open. His visage filled her gaze, the warrior who had won her hand in marriage. She had refused him, fearing he would demand her complete obedience.

Eyes, composed of midnight and emeralds, roved over her face. The concern glittering in the depths was so obvious her heart jerked like a rabbit freeing itself, yet leapt toward him. Sharomond un-fisted his dark coppery-colored mane of hair, an act against her sudden yearning for him.

“Sharomond, I love you. I will care for you in every way that you may need as you recover. And, my beloved, I will not insist you become my bride.”

With those words, Dhutrov straightened his handsome, sleekly hewn torso. From his kneeling position beside her, he took hold of her hand. Tenderly, he encouraged her to sit up.

Shivering like the last leaf on a tree in the face of winter’s winds, Sharomond kept her hand firmly clasped within his. The sheer vibrancy of her bedchamber caused her eyes to blink and water. A banquet of smells assaulted her nostrils. Roses, her precious roses, their scents drifted to her as if in welcome.

“The Seventh Coven of Abarus bespelled you and your people,” Dhutrov answered her question before Sharomond could ask, the one hovering on the tip of her tongue. “Your realm was considered to be too influential, too powerful.”

Sharomond knew then. With her whole soul she knew. Still, she needed to hear it spoken. “The state of our world?”

“Beloved, I must be the bearer of terrible news. Our world has fallen to those who are dark-hearted and cruel. To those who have no thought, but for themselves.”

“Yet, your lands remain free, do they not?”

“Yes. But, I am in need of you and your people to stand with us in freedom, or it will be lost.”

Torn in two, between the joy of being rescued from the land of shadows and the reality that her world now suffered from despotic rule, Sharomond could not stop the flood of tears bursting from her eyes.

She wept uncontrolled. Dhutrov lent his shoulder to her and murmured comforting words. His arms embraced her close, feeling invincible in their strength.

Sharomond reached upwards clinging to his neck like a child. Placing her on his lap, he wrapped himself around her, holding her until her weeping eased.

Their lips met in a salty kiss, yet the lingering press of their mouths overwhelmed her with sweetness, the new sweetness of love.

“Dhutrov,” she whispered her heart.

He cupped the side of her face, his gaze adoring her. “Side-by-side, we will ride, my Sharomond, and we will know triumph against our enemies.”

“Yes. As warriors we will ride together.” Sharomond caressed his hand and smiled with happiness.
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Big Cat by-the-numbers ~

2:12 pm... 5:55 pm... 10:10 pm... 1:11 am... 2:12 am... awakening to love and truth is the answer...
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Authoress news and mews ~

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My Palate Was Seduced
by Bekki Lynn

Last night, I had the most wonderful wine. Pinot Noir for me is the best wine on the market. However, like in all things, there are bad apples. I've found plenty of bad apples among the choosing, usually choices I've found in the stores such as Cavit Pinot Noir and Arbor Mist Pinot Noir.
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Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~

A Christmas Sleeping Beauty
by Lindsay Townsend

Heaving his battle axe with practised skill, Prince Orlando hacked a path through the final thicket of thorns and stepped through into the princess' bedchamber. His shoulders and back ached and his jerkin was ripped, his leggings muddy and pierced by rose thorns, but he grinned widely.
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

Sultry Sunday- My Ultimate Fantasy From Years Gone By
by Dawne Prochilo

I've had a sexual fantasy in my head since I was a high school girl. It's a moment in my life I've never experienced- and had only shared with one other person until this moment. I think 27 years is long enough to keep the secret- I'm ready to expose my deepest, darkest sexual fantasy to the world (or at least our faithful followers).

AND!

Sensual Sunday
by Mary Quast

This time of year brings rainy Sundays in my part of the country. It can be a welcome relief from raking leaves. Cuddling with my hubby, listening to the deep, steady beat in his chest thinking of how we hold each others hearts. We live in the woods in a log home; when it rains acorns fall on the roof creating an interesting symphony.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 693 ~

Sylva felt the slow upturn of her lips. “Twining is good, right?” Her cowboy grinned like a satisfied stud. “The way we twine is very good, darlin’.” He’d emphasized ‘good’, and she smiled widely. “Fact is, angel mine, the way our legs twine, the way our arms twine, and the way our bodies twine together, is so good I might just want more twinin’.” Sylva arched her brow. “Is that so?” Zeke caressed her thigh, his touch loving. Sylva felt her heart warm, the radiance filling her body. “Yep, I’m thinkin’ we should do lots of different kinds of twining, wife.”

Zeke palmed his Sylva’s tresses, then stroked the mussed silkiness. She grinned mischievously. “I suppose I could learn to twine my hand around your studly cock in the most stimulating way...husband.” Despite his lazy satisfaction, Zeke felt his loins flare. “You could, wife. And that would be mighty pleasin’. I ain’t discouragin’ your willingness. But, even more pleasin’ would be my tongue twinin’ around those bud-plump nipples of yours.” His woman’s eyes became half-lidded and her breathing quickened. “What if I twine my tongue around that huge ole shaft of yours?” Zeke felt like hot smoke twined through him.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 692 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.

~ HAPPY THANKFUL DAYS ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~

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

Sleeping Beauty kisses from the Kougar...