Her ’65 Silver Barracuda by Savanna Kougar

 

Wednesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. Happy Sun in Gemini.

Today’s flash is a spinoff of Pat’s flash scene from yesterday. I just couldn’t resist.
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Her ’65 Silver Barracuda

Katsuz shook inside, apprehensive. Yet, she’d made up her cat mind to follow Gypsy Red Wolf’s advice, to get out and meet the were, shifter, and supernatural folks of Talbot’s Peak.

Surprised her hand wasn’t trembling, Katsuz reached for the soft-fabric tarp, gradually pulling until her ’65 silver Barracuda had been revealed. The muscle car, not as popular as a Ford Mustang, had been the only thing she’d kept from her prior life — when Katsuz believed she was merely human. When her life had been a series of mistakes, confusing missteps, constant mishaps, and years of downright freaking, effing hell.

Knowing Katsuz grooved on fast cars, Gypsy had suggested starting with Vernon McMahon’s latest promotion venture, Classic Car Cruise Night. With a decided twinkle in her eye, the psychic wolf shifter ushered her inside the costume area they’d set up together, which included various types of sewing machines, and the huge collection of patterns they’d purchased via the internet.

Happily purring, Katsuz spent much of her time finding fabrics and trims for their dance costumes. Now, she searched for the mod mini-dress pattern, the one resembling the style she’d worn in her late teens, early twenties, when life’s promise lay before her.

“Really, is this a good idea?” Katsuz muttered, placing the tarp on top of the good-sized metal chest in her small garage.

The sexy click of her white gogo boots on the concrete floor, the swing of her long hair against her back as she gave her head a shake… oh, and the fact that Katsuz craved a thick juicy hamburger with all the trimmings, and a real chocolate malt to top it off…

Katsuz pressed her palm to the hood, bringing the engine to rumbling life. She didn’t take the barracuda out for a spin very often, but when she did she always charged it to full-purr power. On an empty highway, on the straightaway, she’d ease the accelerator all the way to the floorboard, and fly as far as the speedometer needle would go. And beyond.

After all, speed was a high, an aphrodisiac, and with no man in her life a feline woman had to make do with what pleasures life did offer.

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Oh now, yowls help! Her hands shook on the steering wheel as she neared the town square where the Happy Days’ fun event was taking place. Dammit meows, her whole body trembled.

Katsuz gulped in breaths while managing to keep her driving safe. Spying Dante on his Harley, she grinned. He’d dressed to imitate The Fonz. How perfect was that?

Oh, wowser powser, and a snap of her fingers, why not a werewolf and shapeshifter fifties musical? Or like the movie, American Graffiti? Or… already the costumes formed before her mind’s eye.

Delicious meaty odors from the Grease ‘n’ Grill also came to her rescue, and Katsu glided the barracuda toward a spot between a 54 Chevy and a beetle bug, as she thought of the original Volkswagen.

Firming her chin, her resolve, and her spine, Katsuz launched out the door. The flirty feel of her silver mini-dress upped her confidence, and she gazed around.  What a happening scene, as her crowd would have said.

Sadness slid inside her heart as she thought of those she’d cared about back then. Being human, likely they suffered the so-called ravages of old age.

“Beautiful dancer,” an admiring male voice spoke behind her.

Thinking she should recognize that rough-and-ready, deep timbre, Katsuz whipped around.  She frowned. No, his face wasn’t familiar as one of the men who regularly watched her perform at the Pleasure Club.

“You don’t remember, do you?” He approached with the latent power of a big cat. Only he was a muscle-sculpted big cat shifter encased in tight black leather.

The dark glitter of his unique eyes gave him away. Jolted by the memory, Katsuz took a step back, her butt pressing against the barracuda’s door. “Brylla’s little brother,” she uttered before her throat constricted.

“Not so little anymore.” His growled words were soft as velvet.

“No… not little,” she inanely, breathlessly blurted out. “How is Brylla?”

“Married. Happy. Two little ones.”

“I…I lost touch…since…”

“You left the rescue center for orphaned shapeshifters… or women who turn into catwoman like you. I do remember everything about you, Katsuz. I remember when you chose that name.”

His intimate tone, his words, tingled through her. Tingles madly racing tingles, she decided. Mews, how much trouble was she in?

“What…what brings you to Talbot’s Peak… besides the shapeshifting obvious?” she lamely finished, leaning back on her hands, the ones plastered to the barracuda’s slick surface.

“Used cars.” A grin teased the corners of his mouth.

“You sell used cars?” she asked, not quite able to envision him as a car salesman.

“Classic cars. I restore them. Looks like a new market has opened up.”

“The Peak is growing.”

 ”Since I’m new around here, how about being my date?”

“You do move fast, Zhono.”

“You like fast, Katsuz. You took me and Brylla for a drive on that winding road I’ll never forget.”

“Oh… oh, yeah. I did.” Ungluing herself from her barracuda, Katsuz gave her hair a good toss. She might as well take charge, for once. “Okay, for tonight only. That is, as long as hamburgers and a chocolate malt are on the menu.”

Zhono offered his hand. “Let me know when you want me on the menu,” he drawled, amusement in his tone. 

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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous Week ~ 

 

 Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ 

 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

…undisturbed by his presence in their territory… by Savanna Kougar

Wednesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

In this flash scene I continue from last week’s flash, Spinning at hyper-speed… in the flames… and the god serpent…

However, only my Djinn-human hero stars, along with Dante and White Fang, in this scene about protecting Talbot’s Peak from the perils of portals.
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…undisturbed by his presence in their territory…

Quite enjoying the atmospheric Old English Pub inside Dante’s Pleasure Club complex, Dunkirk paused moments to have a look around. A smile tugged at his lips as he strode toward the alpha werewolf, who raised a pint of ale in silent welcome.

The super wolf reporter for the G&B Gazette, White Fang, was seated opposite Dante. He followed suit, saluting with his tall pint, his manner friendly. It boded well for his scheduled meeting with them, that both wolf shifters appeared to be undisturbed by his presence in their territory.

Dunkirk remained cautious given previous dust-ups with shapeshifter alphas. In no mood for a brawl that would no doubt require the use of his Djinn powers, if he was to escape unscathed, Dunkirk respectfully halted a small distance from Dante’s personal booth, located at the rear of the pub.

“Gentlemen, as I’m certain you know, I am Dunkirk Valmorth. I requested this appointment because I have been informed you are two of Talbot’s Peak’s head honchos, as they say.”

With an wavering gaze that could have stopped a bull elephant’s charge, Dante gave a slight nod. “Have a seat. Join us, Mr. Valmorth. Djinn, am I correct?”

“Half Djinn, yes. Will that be a hindrance to our conversation?” Dunkirk hesitated. He wanted no enmity since his intention was to remain beside Princess Kzelle, and convince her to become his bride.

“We won’t bite. Not unless you give us cause.” White Fang’s drily spoken words were followed by a wry grin.

“Ah, yes.” Dunkirk placed his palm e-reader on the table, angling the device in a manner that allowed both Dante and White Fang to view it. “Address me as Dunkirk, if you will,” he continued, seating himself on the booth’s bench seat as Dante indicated.

White Fang raised his dark brows high, and leaned forward. “Brighton resident ‘discovers vortex to another dimension, complete with giant snake.” He spoke the headline from the Metro UK news article displayed on the small screen.

“…a wormhole or vortex has opened up on Montreal Road,” Dante read in his low gravelly timbre.

“Quite.” With a nod of thanks, Dunkirk accepted the pint of dark ale White Fang pushed toward him. “This is my way of introducing what I wish to reveal. As you might already be aware of, vortexes are opening across the planet. In point of fact…”

“In point of fact,” White Fang repeated, aiming his steely blue-eyed gaze straight at Dunkirk.

After a swallow of the ale, which was surprisingly superb, Dunkirk answered. “One of my abilities is opening a temporary portal for travel. Only accomplished with correct timing, I assure you. However, I arrived close to your fair town by splitting the etheric curtain.”

“You must be a smooth operator, Dunkirk.” Dante cracked a momentary grin, then leaned back with deceptive ease. “We detected no disturbance in the force.”

Resisting the urge to ask if his presence had been detected, Dunkirk took another healthy swallow of the ale. “Magnificent flavor. A ye olde recipe, correct?”

“The Goddess Moon favors us. We have several master brewers in our fair town.”

As Dante savored several swallows, seemingly to emphasize his words, Dunkirk mused on the eclectic gathering of supernaturals. Of course, he’d discover these master brewers because of his own interest in the merits of fine ale. He’d possessed little opportunity to investigate the populace since arriving, his first mission to protect Kzelle.

“We are aware of natural portals being activated by the change in cosmic frequencies,”  White Fang prompted, eyeing Dunkirk like a reporter. “So far, no giant snakes.”

“What if I told you I observed a giant serpent god?” Dunkirk laid the gauntlet down, deciding there was no advantage in any other tactic.

Dante nearly launched across the table, his eyes glowing, feral. With their gazes inches apart, he demanded, “What did you see?”

Dunkirk obliged, providing a full description of what had occurred a mere few days ago, when he and the Princess had been witness to the shapeshifter stampede, and the chase by Quetzalcoatl’s offspring.

Once he finished, a blanket of silence wrapped around them, and the three of them nursed their ales.

“You believe me, don’t you?” Dunkirk broke the silence.

“Yeah, I do.” Dante settled back, his gaze darkened by concern.  “My Kitty sighted ‘the nude serpent man’ when he first hit town. Didn’t realize his god pedigree. There’s been no scat-whiff of a problem, so it’s stayed in the back of my mind.”

“There’s been a couple of rumors floating around about a winged serpent. Never could track them down — find a reliable source.” White Fang shoved his empty glass to the side. “Pasha did warn me. Said she sensed another god, other than Lex.”

“Why don’t you have a tête-à-tête with our snake buddy, Lamar. If anyone knows, I’ll bet an elk steak he does.” Dante signaled for a server.

“Get right on it. Question is, do I write an expose’? Or, let it ride awhile, discover more details?”

“Let it ride awhile, ace reporter. I want to know how dangerous this Quetzalcoatl serpent is before putting the fear of god into everyone.”

White Fang rumbled a chuckle. “You know Nick, he’ll gnaw on my hide if he finds out I let this one slide.”

“Nick and I will come to a mutual werewolf understanding. Another round, Dunkirk?”  Dante asked, as the beta werewolf arrived at their table.

“Don’t mind if I do, gentlemen.” Dunkirk eased his posture, their good will toward him obvious.

Once the server departed, Dante eyed him with wolf-fierce intensity. “I take it you know your way around vortexes, portals. Some say stargates.”

“I do. It’s part of my heritage. How may I be of assistance?” Dunkirk decided this was his ticket to becoming part of the pack.

“We have patrols monitoring two vortex sites. Why don’t you investigate? Tell us what we don’t know.”

Dunkirk retrieved his palm e-reader, slipping it in his side pocket. “Certainly. I must explain my first duty is protecting Princess Kzelle, as I have promised her brother.”

“Understood.” Dante passed around the pints the server had placed before him. “White Fang has been keeping watch on our inter-dimensional stargate. We have off world visitors.”

“I see. My family has off world connections. There is another problem you must be aware of. The evil ones who seek power from realms where the most hideous creatures abide.”

“Yeah,” Dante growled, “the black arts’ magicians are performing blood rituals worldwide. The scat fools are summoning demon beasts from other dimensions. Already chased a few Satanists out of our forest.”
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Here’s the link to the real article Dunkirk shows Dante and White Fang on his palm device ~

Brighton resident ‘discovers vortex to another dimension, complete with giant snake’
By Jimmy Nsubuga    Monday 13 May 2013 3:54 pm

~metro.co.uk/2013/05/13/brighton-resident-discovers-vortex-to-another-dimension-3757346~

Brighton could be the centre of an invasion from dimension-hopping snakes if a report from a resident that a wormhole exists in the city is anything to go by.
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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous Week ~ 

 

Savanna Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ 

 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

Spinning at hyper-speed… in the flames… and the god serpent… by Savanna Kougar

Wednesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

Late, late, late… however, I did get my flash scene written. Finally. Yesterday was one mad rush of everything needing to get done.

Yes, the after affects of Pat’s now ex-revivalist preacher, Horton Kirkpatrick, is ongoing. Take a look…
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Spinning at hyper-speed… in the flames… and the god serpent…

“Spinning at hyper-speed…” Kzelle paused, searching for the right description of the scene playing before her mind’s eye, “in the flames.”

She spoke her inspired words as she typed on her laptop. “She danced in the flames.”

Alarmed by the sound of stampeding hooves interspersed with bodies crashing through the underbrush, Kzelle leaned forward enough to gaze below at the great stretch of prairie land.

She’d been coming to this little idyllic spot for the last month — such blessed peace and quiet. No one bothered her atop the rock outcropping, and she was nearly surrounded by boulders, protected from the chilly winds.

Nope, no one yowled at her — her brothers didn’t roll their eyes — telling her that her dream of being a writer was at the least, impractical, and at the most laughably ridiculous. Before discovering this hideaway spot, Kzelle endured endless, well meaning lectures from her sire and dam about the joys of mating, and her duty to the pride.

Duty smooty patooty and snooty, who cared? She burned with the need to write, to dance in the flames of her story.

But now, what the friggin’ hell? Thundering panic reverberated the ground. Kzelle set her laptop to the side, crawling closer to the edge of the flat rock.

“What the–? Is there a second Noah’s Ark I don’t know about?”

Astonished to her core, Kzelle stared at the madly racing wolves, the frightened big cats keeping pace, and the herbie shifters galloping with them, and not from them. Several bird shifters flew above the zoo stampede, their flight terrified.

Instinctively crouching in the shadow of the boulder, Kzelle scanned for what or who chased them. Even as she held her breath, waiting, some part of her memorized the scene so she could use it for a future story.

Not one particle of her was prepared for what Kzelle witnessed next. A god serpent. She froze. Another Ice Age might as well have hit with a vengeance as she watched the strange motley herd of shapeshifters race toward her position, then past her.

The monstrous serpent flapped after them battling the kicked-up clouds of dust. In the back of her mind, Kzelle decided last year’s partial drought had been a blessed, good thing in this instance. 

Sekhmet behold! Who knew one of Quetzalcoatl’s offspring had risen? Winter Solstice 2012 had come and gone with not one report. Now, obviously the obsidian winged serpent roamed the Earth. Not only Earth, but here in this Montana shapeshifter sanctuary.

With all her might Kzelle retracted her claws, halting her shift to lioness. No use making herself a delectable target.

Once the god serpent flew past her, his chase slowed by the billowing dust, Kzelle silently screamed a roar. Fear twisted through her, but so did fury.

Finally remembering to breathe, she growled softly. Kzelle crawled on her hands and knees to the opposite boulder, peeking around it.

With a mighty writhing twist of his body, the god serpent stopped his pursuit. Undulating impressively, he soared straight up, then rolled in midair and flew toward Talbot’s Peak.

O Great Sekhmet help! What now?

Kzelle sat back and tried to think what her next move should be. She and her pride had only relocated to the Peak about six months ago.

Admittedly, she’d kept to herself, investigating the surrounding terrain, more than getting to know anyone in Talbot’s Peak. Trembling uncontrollably now, Kzelle made a mental list of the small town’s leaders.

But what could the mayor squirrel shifter do? Worse, the sheriff was human.

There was the G&B Gazette. Should she tell White Fang, one of their ace reporters, what she’d just witnessed? Let him warn everyone. After all, even she’d heard the gossip about him being some sort of super wolf.

Still shaking, Kzelle stood, and kept her palm pressed against the boulder. When she raised her gaze, she nearly jumped out of her skin. A scream stuck in her throat.

“Are you quite all right?” The hunky man, attired in safari gear, approached fast. He gripped her elbow, steadying her.

Only the real concern shining in his dark eyes, stopped Kzelle from shifting and clawing him to bloody pieces.

“Who are you?” she blurted out.

“You’re going to hate me, Princess. Your brother, Zorik, and I are chums from university days.”

“He sent you after me, right?”

“Brotherly concern, I assure you. And I am a game tracker in Africa.” He paused. “Not for hunting. For management of the herds.”

“You can let go,” Kzelle reminded him.

With a smile that almost knocked her off her feet, he released her elbow, and took a step back. “I suppose an introduction is in order. Dunkirk Valmorth is my handle, as they say in the states.”

When she didn’t answer, he continued, “A bit stodgy, but mother is a stickler for family names.” 

“Well… Dunkirk Valmorth, did you see what I saw?”

“Ah, yes. I assume you are referring to the risen offspring of Quetzalcoatl. Quite the unexpected sighting, I agree.”

“You’re not a shapeshifter, how do you… what are you?” Kzelle realized she was having difficulty scenting him. A trace of smoke and saffron clung to his garments, but…

“I hope you will not be predisposed against my kind, as some are.” His dark eyes glittered, and a supernatural sheen covered them.

“Djinn,” she murmured, shock tingling her down to her toes.

“Actually, Princess Kzelle, if I might address you as such, I am from a human and djinn lineage begun an age ago.”

Her heart skipped a beat, then thumped hard and quick. “No wonder you could track me so easily. No wonder I never scented you.”

“My apologies for intruding on your privacy. However, I could not leave you unprotected.” With a small grin tipping up the corners of his oh-so sexy mouth, he offered his arm as if they were about to enter polite society.

Against her usual nature, Kzelle placed her arm on his. “Who should we inform about the serpent god?”
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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous Week ~ 

 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ 

 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

Resurrection, a Fae Wolf’s Work Is Never Done by Savanna Kougar.

  Wednesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

 Here are two consecutive blogs from last week, then this week. The flash scenes follow one another.

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A big howling thanks to the EARTH DAY hoppers for their comments, and for stopping by during the LOVE A TREE, READ AN EBOOK blog hop.

Okay, I am about to doze off, so my flash scene will have to be polished up a bit, and  continued next week. It’s been a long, way too busy-busy day.
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Resurrection, a Fae Wolf’s Work Is Never Done

Syressa hummed along with the harmonies of nature as she slowly flew in a circle above the mountain clearing. She nourished the native berry seeds with her love vibes, then sowed them with abandon.

There would be enough berries for all to feast on, for everyone and every animal who ventured this way. Hearing a thunderous bellow, then a roar of outrage, Syressa halted her flight.

Her heart thumped, and she hovered, her fae wings flapping only enough to keep her aloft. She listened to what could only be a huge male Grizzly bear challenge the beast invading his territory.

Immediately, her inner wolfess scented the tiger shapeshifter, and she heard the deadly charge, his leaping attack. Syressa winged swiftly toward the life-and-death battle now disturbing what had been a serene day.

“Oh no!” she burst out quietly, even as she grabbed onto a high tree branch, and clung. Instinctively, she positioned herself, hiding from the victor.

Sergei, the Siberian white tiger. Syressa recognized him only because she’d scouted out Talbot’s Peak, and spoke with Gypsy Red Wolf, before deciding to make her home in the forest close to the Pleasure Club.

Now…to her great sadness, the Grizzly lay in a distorted heap, his life force draining fast. Yet, the bear’s will to live remained strong, and he hung on with all the might of his grand ferocious being.

She could do nothing to help him yet. Her magick would activate against Sergei, not to stun, but to slay. Because the madness to kill still gripped him.

Now Sergei waited, hidden, watching for more prey. Closing her eyes, Syressa concentrated slipping a tiny stream of energy inside the Grizzly. Only enough to help him live, and hopefully not be detected by the assassin.

Oh yeah, she could read Sergei’s frequencies now, clear as the crystals that lived in her home.  It was why Syressa didn’t intervene when the tigress shifter and her cougar protector arrived, discovering the bear who looked dead.

So, the Grizzly was called Vesuvius. That certainly fit.

She knew from her fae sense that the woman and man were Sergei’s targets, but not for an assassination. Not yet, anyway.

The moment Sergei slipped into the forest as white tiger, Syressa floated to the ground. She crept silently toward Vesuvius at first, only waiting for Sergei to move out of range.

Summoning her healing force, she ran toward Vesuvius.

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FLASH SCENE II

Spring has been a strange animal in my neck of the woods. And here we are at the end of April.

So, I’m busy revising RED LIONESS TAMED for Indie release, and hoping the waters will stay calm enough to finish.

Last week, I began a flash scene based on Pat Cunningham’s Monday flash, BAMF. My fae wolf heroine, Syressa, just had to use her power to save the bear, who wasn’t ready to leave this mortal realm. I hope you enjoy this feel good little scene.

To start, here’s the last two paragraphs of Resurrection, a Fae Wolf’s Work Is Never Done.

The moment Sergei slipped into the forest as white tiger, Syressa floated to the ground. She crept silently toward Vesuvius at first, only waiting for Sergei to move out of range.

Summoning her healing force, she ran toward Vesuvius.

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The Resurrection of Vesuvius, a Bad-tempered Grizzly

Syressa dropped to her knees, and placed her palms as close to the grizzly bear’s heart as she could. Her power surged through her, hot, sparking like electricity, then bursting from her hands as miniature bolts of lightning.

Gradually, the bear’s life force filled him again. Syressa closed her eyes, feeling her energy hum through his bloodstream.

She followed the healing frequencies, making certain he was being totally rejuvenated. Surprised by the thread-sized obstacle inside him, she nearly jerked one of her hands away.

“Chipped,” she murmured. “Why have you been chipped, Vesuvius?”

Syressa frowned, well knowing this wasn’t the same type used on pets. She’d extracted so many of that cancer-causing tech, she’d lost count over the years.

“You’re not resurrecting him, are you?” a tiny feminine voice demanded.

From the corner of her eye, Syressa spied the wee fae, a flower keeper adorned in rose pink and spring green garments. The tiny being regarded her with an impudent expression, one itsy bitsy fist planted on her thrust hip.

“You should know better, since your one of us. Don’t you think?” The little fae’s eyes glowed, transmuting the air around her to an emerald color. “That giant, bellowing, stinky beast is nothing but nasty-tempered trouble. For all of us!”

“Too late now,” Syressa drily offered.  Vesuvius shuddered a bit beneath her hands, coming to life, but still not conscious.

“You wouldn’t believe the human-trash traffic we get here. All to fight this bear.” When Syressa raised a brow, the little fae continued. “You know, test your might against the big bad grizzly. Except, when Vesuvius loses to these chimera-clone creeps, they never finish him off. Put him out of his misery. And our misery.”

Syressa’s head spun, and her eyes widened at how Vesuvius had been cruelly used. She witnessed the terrible scene before her mind’s eye “Super soldiers. Is that what you’re talking about?”

“Super duper pooper, who cares? All I know is that the bear is more angry and miserable than before. And we pay for his raging outbursts. No one can get near the water. Now, you’re ‘saving’ him with your magick,” the little fae snidely sang.

“They’re baiting him into fighting them, right?” Syressa asked to increase her own psychic ‘knowing’.

She focused, vibrationally surrounding the nano-made fiber at the base of Vesuvius’s neck. “Never mind. I’ve found the problem.”

“What? The evil synthetic parasite in his neck. We all know about that. What does it matter?” Frustrated, livid, the little fae’s wings flapped lifting her off the ground. “No one can remove it. That would kill him.”

“Yes…it would,” Syressa murmured, as she gently flowed her force severing each  connection. At the same time, she drained the brain-controlling fiber of its bio energy.

“He’s waking up,” the little fae announced, her tone sour yet with a measure of hope.

“Got it,” Syressa triumphed moments later. She vaporized the nana-chip sending its harmless remains into the ethers.

“You know they’ll come looking for him.” The little fae winged higher, hovering before Syressa’s face. “They’ll know he isn’t dead.”

“I’m Syressa. Do you have a name?”

After a pause, the little fae flew backward a few feet. She gave her long silky blonde hair a shake. “Roselle, if you must know, wolf.”

Before Syressa could respond, Vesuvius rumbled loudly. He grunted several times with the effort of raising his head, and his entire body shook.

Standing, Syressa removed her hands from the bear’s thick bristly fur. She backed away to give him room.

Vesuvius rolled onto his belly attempting to get his bearings, but she knew his vision was foggy. “You’re okay,” she crooned. “Take your time. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”

“He can’t stay here,” Roselle trilled in her high voice, as she floated farther away, twinkling the air around her.

“No, that wouldn’t be a good idea, would it, Vesuvius? How about coming with me?”

With a big ole shake of his head, and a small sharp bellow, the grizzly gained his feet. He wobbled but kept standing.

Long moments later, he eyed her. “Yes, I took the thorn out of your paw,” she teased, and bent toward him. “You’re free. They can’t control you anymore. You don’t have to fight everyone. Not that you can’t be big and tough like a bear should…okay, you understand.”

Syressa watched a grin slowly spread across the grizzly’s huge furry mug. That is, as much as a bear could smile.

He ambled toward her, and Syressa swung beside him, burying her hand in his fur. “I have some more seeds to spread. Then we’ll go home.”

 

 

~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous Week ~ 

 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

Talbot’s Peak Garden of Eden by Savanna Kougar

Wednesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

Today I thought I’d share the flash scene I penned for Earth Day blog hop that we authors at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS took part in this past weekend. Come on by if you’d like to read the other flash scenes by Solara Gordon, Serena Shay, and Pat Cunningham.
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Talbot’s Peak Garden of Eden
by Savanna Kougar

Syressa glided down the rainbow bridge. With a point of her finger, she’d magickally created the fifth dimensional bridge. Light as a feather, she whizzed from her home deep in the forest — a bungalow she’d crafted from native stone, and other natural earth materials.

With a jarring thump, she landed on one foot behind Talbot’s Peak’s garden center. Once again, she’d gotten carried away with the sheer exhilaration of riding her rainbow.

Quickly Syressa righted herself, chuckling at her clumsiness. She disappeared her diaphanous wings fast. They’d popped out to help her keep her balance.

Yeah, yeah, the shapeshifter town was full of supernatural folk. But many still-in-the-dark humans roamed about, and she was not without enemies. Those black-soul sorcerers who hunted her kind, captured them, then cruelly, slowly drained away their fae powers.

Sensing for any disturbance in the wacky-wild force that was the Peak, Syressa glanced around. She always remained on guard when visiting any populated area.

The changeling hunters, often hired by the dark-side sorcerers, diffused their distinctive energy signatures by using the auras of the unsuspecting. Syressa shivered at the very thought of being forced to supercharge foul, life-murdering spells. This was an evil she simply didn’t, couldn’t understand.

“All clear,” she murmured to herself. The midmorning sun sang golden rays through her as she adjusted her large canvass shoulder bag, and Syressa mentally sent a kiss to Sol’s cheek.

“Let me guess,” Laurie gave her welcoming grin, “you’re here for more seeds.”

Syressa nodded, then smiled. “This is the best, most wonderful garden center around.”

“It’s the only one.” Laurie laughed, and moved from behind the checkout counter. “Guess what I have for you.” She headed for her storeroom, motioning Syressa to follow her. “Since you always want my oldest seeds, I had a *turn in your old seeds for fresh seeds* sale. You know, folks are always buying with the idea of planting, and they don’t always follow through.”

“Perfect,” Syressa enthused, already feeling the seeds calling to her. “How thoughtful of you, Laurie.”

“Oh, I dunno. You’re my best customer.” Laurie plucked a stuffed store bag off the shelf. Turning, she placed it inside Syressa’s bag once she’d lifted the flap.

“Besides,” Laurie continued, “I like the idea of every seed having a second chance to grow. And with your amazing green thumb, Syressa, like you’ve said, we’re planting our own Garden of Eden here in the Peak area.”

“I can’t wait to start spreading these, giving them a home in the Earth.” Syressa patted her bag, infusing the vegetable, fruit, herb, and flower seeds with her green-light energy.

“Me and Digger are rallying the rabbit troops. Surprising how a wolf shifter and rabbit shifters can become such good buddies. Sure, he shared his garden goodies with them, and they helped out. But, Digger’s actually developed a real fondness for his bunny buds, as he calls them.”

Laurie moved toward the back of the storeroom. “Since Digger has extra seeds saved from last year’s garden, we’re going to plant them on every empty plot in town.”

“That will be a good garden of eatin’.” Syressa tingled, elation sparkling her insides. She glanced around to make certain no sparkles had escaped, and she wasn’t leaving a glittery trail. “Let me know when, and I’ll spread the love, as they say.”

“Absolutely.” Laurie bent over, pulling the special-delivery box toward her. “You might have to spread a lot of that green-thumb love around. We’re hoping to inspire others, get them in the mood to plant gardens. Already got Mayor Gil on board. Promised to plant more nut-bearing trees. Him being a squirrel shifter and all.”

Joy burst through Syressa as she envisioned abundant, sunshine-bright gardens everywhere. She smiled knowing everyone would be well fed from the food they grew — well nourished by the sacred energies of sun, water, wind, and Mother Earth — that which divinely created each plant.

About to float off the floor from her musings, she heard the bell on the front door announce another customer.

“Be right back.” Laurie raised up from opening the box. “Help yourself. We’ll settle the bill later.”

Kneeling, Syressa eagerly dived in. One by one, she pulled out the pound-sized packages of seeds. She and Laurie had discovered the cottage business online, and after speaking with the generational, organic-farm family, they’d placed the order for the wild plants native to their Montana area.

“Born free,” Syressa sang in a whisper, as images flowed before her mind’s eye of where she planned to ‘free’ the seeds. Then, as she’d walked the land, or rode astride her golden ram, she’d watch them burst into life, feel their green shoots seek the sunlight.

So immersed in selecting her seeds, Syressa didn’t hear the man’s footsteps. At first.

She whirled on her haunches. Her inner wolfess prepared to launch upward. Syressa shot her palm toward him, ready to flashfire her magick bullets. 

“Whoa there.”  The tall lanky man halted in his tracks, and raised his hands in mock surrender. “Pardon, little lady. Miss Laurie sent me back here.”

Realizing, he wasn’t a threat, Syressa lowered her hand. A grin shadowed his tough as rawhide features, and she caught the glint of amusement in his eyes. Silver-gray eyes that were so sharp they could cut a foe down to size in no time.

“Friends?” he asked in his rough and tumble, manly voice, even as he tipped his dark gray Stetson.

“Depends.” Syressa raised upward, her movement reflecting her wolfess. Warily, she sniffed. Her beast side wasn’t letting go until she knew the full score.

“Where are my manners?” he drawled like an old-west gentleman. “Drogan. My first name. Drogan Vann.”

He extended his hand, a peace offering by her eye. A moment passed as she stood her ground, and they full-on assessed each other.

“Syressa is my name. I’m afraid my hands are off limits. A psychic thing,” she added, as he raised his black silver-tipped eyebrows.

She firmed her jaw, and raised her chin, daring him to ridicule her sixth sense.

“You got some pair of flashing beautiful eyes, Miss Syressa.”

Thrown off a bit by his sincere praise, Syressa un-tensed her posture. “Why did Laurie send you back here?”

He rested his hand on the butt of his sidearm, his manner easy as a real live gunslinger. Although, he wasn’t a young gun type. No, not by any means. He was the all-too-sexy, mature type with silver sideburns.

The wolfess yipped her appreciation, and Syressa wondered if his inner wolf heard.  She psi-listened, but no answer howled inside her.

Without indicating he knew about her shapeshifter side, Drogan offered a ‘let’s be friends’ grin. “Laurie was sayin’ you could give me some sound advice. I’m up from Texas. Just bought a spread south of town. And I’m lookin’ to turn it natural.”

“Natural? Wildflowers, prairie grass, berries?” On her territory now, Syressa relaxed her guard.

“I’ll take all of the above,” he drawled nice and easy, yet truth lived in his words. “The land’s been over grazed so I figured the best thing to do was let Mother Nature take over. Trouble is, I ain’t no expert.”

“So, you came to the garden center? Why not do that cyber web search thing?” She eyed him directly just for good measure.

“Not much of a computer man.” He casually hooked his thumb on his plain leather gun belt, while running his gaze over her, real subtle like. “Like ridin’ the ranch better. The other evening, I met Digger at Rattigan’s, and he said to talk with his gal, Laurie.”

“Over grazed.” Syressa tapped her chin. Ideas rapid-fired through her head, and her heart winged at the thought of resurrecting the land. “Now’s a good time to sow some of the seeds. Although some like being in the ground during winter first. I suppose we could find out if it works for both of our schedules… if so, yeah, I’ll help you out.”

“I’ll make my schedule work, Miss Syressa. I got time. Nothing to do but make the acquaintances of the good folk in town, and take care of the ranch. Got a few head of horses and cattle, and a few other critters. That’s it.”

The psi-vision felt as if it smacked her forehead. A wolf pack running  in the moonlight, racing over the wide open land, their spirits fierce and free. It was his pack.

“Family, I assume.” Syressa lifted a brow.

“How about I treat you to lunch, and we’ll talk.” He hadn’t missed a beat. “One of those organic places, if you like.”

Stunned at some undefinable level, Syressa didn’t answer. She couldn’t speak, for some reason that eluded her. “Seeds,” she murmured a moment later, and glanced over her shoulder.

“Of course, I interrupted. Why don’t I give you a hand with those? Then we’ll get a bite to eat.”

He sauntered past her with long strides that did wicked twinkly things to her insides.  Nonplussed by his presence, her head reeling, Syressa managed to spin around.

With her gaze captured by his broad shoulders, his trim waist, and his extra fine butt meant for riding in a saddle, she watched him hunker down next to the box.

“You can start educatin’ me right now.”  He winked, but his expression remained serious, as in he really did want to know.

“You sure do want your land renewed… don’t you?” Kinda of a silly thing to say, Syressa knew, given it was obvious now, he wanted more than that. She smelled his mating lust.

But truth to tell Shining One Moon, she didn’t have all that much experience with men. Most avoided her like the plague, instinctively knowing she could destroy them at will. Not that she’d had to, except on rare occasions.

“I want a lot of things ‘renewed’, Miss Syressa. It’s why I left Texas to join up with this shapeshifter community. Join up with Dante and his posse.”

“Are you related to Dante?” Syressa felt her feet move of their own volition, and before she knew it she’d lowered herself beside him.

“Quite a few generations back, but yep. More important, we’re ropin’ the same goals.”

She knew he did it to put her at ease… sweeping his Stetson off, picking up one of the seed packages.

“I’m not exactly a shapeshifter… only a shifter, that is.”

“Figured. You’re too sparkly and way too cute… Miss Syressa. Now don’t you worry I’ll be real gentle, the way I court you. Until you want more, that is.”

His gaze reflected his words, silvery brilliant, deep as the lake she loved to swim in, and only for her.   Yes, only for her.

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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous Week ~ Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

Revising Red Lioness & Busterballs by Savanna Kougar

 

Wednesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

A somber time in the aftermath of the Boston Marathon tragedy. If I weren’t so exhausted from a very long day with way too little sleep, I would let my tigress heroine, Kytaira, exact  her brand of claw-ripping justice against those who would slaughter innocents. As it is I can only offer my heartfelt blessings to all involved.

That said, on a brighter note, this coming Friday, April 19th through Sunday, April 21st, we ShapeShifter Seductions authors are participating in an Earth Day blog hop ~ Love a Tree, Read an Ebook.

Join us, and a bevy of other exceptional authors, for a hopping extravaganza of fun, flashes, and prizes. Our ebooks will tempt you, tease you, and then please you.

Also, like Pat I’m suffering from blank-mind syndrome, and I have another over-long day ahead of me, so… what to do? I’ve got to hit the sackeroo.

Okay, currently I’m revising RED LIONESS TAMED, my sci fi shapeshifter erotic romance. I plan to republish it as an Indie. Here’s the first six paragraphs.
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Red Lioness Tamed

Adventures of Sun Rocket, Book 1

Chapter One:
Sun Rocket and Draxen

Year 3051, according to the relic Earth calendar preserved on Terra-Mars

“Frax! My brain feels like it’s been spun out of cobwebs.” Sun Rocket squeezed her eyelids open and shut several times. Anything to clear her head.

Aware she lay on a hard metallic surface, Sun Rocket slightly altered her position. After blowing out a large breath, she attempted to open her eyes.

“Frax it to the sun! More cobwebs,” she angrily complained.

Pressing her hand over her eyes, Sun Rocket sniffed carefully. Sterile, her surroundings, except for harmless micro dust–except for her–about half a day away from a bath or a good tongue licking.

Experimentally she shoved with her foot. Half her usual body weight. She was probably inside some cargo hold, orbiting or…

Cargo hold. What the–? Sun Rocket shot up to a sitting position. Her head spun at some undefined warp speed.
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As well, here’s a flash scene I wrote for fun after publishing Red Lioness Tamed. It takes place prior to the story, and is a bit rough around the edges. Yep, polishing needed… but, what the heck… hope you enjoy. 
 

The Capture of BusterBalls

With her heightened senses devoted to capturing her prey, Sun Rocket didn’t bother counting all the rainbows in the Uquenxia sky. The blaze-stained colors gently arched, one above the other, and hung as if a permanent feature of the small planet. “Meow and heart-stopping wow,” she whispered for her own benefit.

Uquenxia, the fourth in orbit around a twin suns’ solar system, was a jungle paradise with an atmosphere friendly to her kind. Even the dark-skinned, pole-tall residents were friendly to her cat shifter race, unusual for a galactic world. Which made it all the more imperative to track down BusterBalls, a cat shifter gone rogue.

Allowing the amazing display to envelop her, she sniffed for the Tiger-Himalayan hybrid, who thought he was Bast’s mating gift to every woman he found carnal delectable.

“Stinking balls ass,” Sun Rocket derided, scenting him. Sauntering lazily to avoid suspicion, she followed the tiny thread of odor, even though the jungle’s thick blooming fragrances surrounded her like fog and saturated her skin.

The fact that the woman BusterBalls stalked to seduce, may already be mated or with another male, rarely deterred the sly conceited cat. So named because his favorite method of getting rid of the competition–waiting with extreme patience, sneaking up on the unfortunate male, then using his massive tiger-strong jaws to crunch the rival’s testicles.

Sun Rocket winced, recalling the bloody messy visuals she’d been shown. BusterBalls didn’t possess an iota of mercy, his human side lost to his mating nature.

Aware of several creatures eyeing her as prey in this world of giant-sized animal life, Sun Rocket strolled toward an open air cantina, a chic establishment located beneath a semi-circle of enormous palm trees. She waved a friendly hand in the local style at the curious seated couples, while pretending not to notice the frank over-heated stares of two men.

An instant later her nose wrinkled in reaction to the stench of BusterBalls’ rut. Meow-yowl about a bad fish market. He’d been in the cantina recently, within half of Uquenxia’s bright long day.

Staying on the hard-packed path through the edge of the tropical jungle, Sun Rocket shifted with ease into her lioness woman form, since no one observed her, and she was on the hunt. As she chased her prey down, she became Kahoqua, her feline name. Her running strides silent and swift, despite her tourist-casual sandals, she closed in on the raunchy fucker.

Fierce, intent on ridding the intergalactic community of a bad cat shifter, she nearly rammed into a Uquenxian man who frantically hopped in agony, while holding onto his testicles. With primitive reflexes, Kahoqua jumped to the side, and raced on, knowing she couldn’t help him. Roar to hell! Catching the ball-chomping beast would save other males in the future.

Hearing the rapid moans of a woman being pleasured, Kahoqua leapt upwards into a spin, then charged in that direction. In moments, BusterBall’s mating odor competed with every jungle smell, a stink up to the suns. Once she heard his caterwauling lust, Kahoqua slowed her pace. Spying a tidy domicile, shaped to shed the frequent rainshowers, she stealthily crept forward.

Flicking her ears, she searched for his exact location. His humping smell was like a heavy mist diffusing her ability to sniff him out. Stepping behind an huge tree with smooth bark, she listened to BusterBall’s rhythmic grunts before peering around the trunk. In the filtered sunlight, his butt blatantly gleamed with striped pale tan fur. His yellow-fur balls swung like fat bulbous pouches as he plowed back and forth into the woman’s sheath. He’d only partially shifted, and was without his tail.

Kahoqua pressed against the trunk, her eyes clenched shut. Damn, the slippery trout of fate. She couldn’t bring herself to interrupt, since the woman seemed to be actually enjoying herself. And scrape hell with her claws, she wasn’t watching BusterBall’s ugly balls bounce as he fucked. Prepared to pounce, she listened for the woman’s final pleasure.

Once the woman’s cries of ecstasy joined with BusterBall’s rutting growls, Kahoqua peeked around the trunk while unsheathing her attack claws. Swinging back and forth with each vigorous thrust, the woman lay on a large hammock sideways, her dark lean limbs spread apart in a large V.

Bast, thank you. BusterBall’s testicles were hitched up tightly, ready to explode. He launched his loins forward, groaning his orgasm. Kahoqua sprang as he tiger-screamed his orgasm, the TestesTaze loop in one hand. Reaching him as he fell over the woman, she snaked her hand toward the front of his throat, and sank her claws into his fur and thick flesh.

Hauling him backwards by his throat, Kahoqua used the momentum of his weight to slide his cock out of the woman. Gripping the back of his neck with her fangs, she flung her body’s much smaller weight against his back. Unprepared for the attack and sex-depleted, BusterBalls sprawled through the air, then smacked onto the jungle floor, while the woman shrieked in fear.

Before he could whip around and savagely claw her, Kahoqua seized the slimy flesh of his sack above his balls. Her fingers squeezed into a vise. She jerked hard, sprang and straddled his back. He roared furiously as she clamped the TestesTaze loop where her fingers had been.

“Gotcha, ya bad kitty shifter,” Kahoqua growled.

“No!” the woman shouted in her tongue, her desperation obvious to Kahoqua’s ear. “Love. Love.”

“Love?” Kahoqua snarled toward BusterBalls slack ear. He didn’t move a big cat muscle knowing that excruciating pain would wrack his entire body from the Taze ring if he did.

“No, love,” the woman continued. She rattled off a lengthy explanation of how she and BusterBalls had come to know one another, care for one another, and had finally fallen passionately in love.

“Understand, understand.” Kahoqua waved a hand to halt her when she finally inhaled a large breath. “Tell me, who is the man with the crunched balls?”

“Her brother,” BusterBalls croaked in a growl.

“He was here to force me to marry another.”

Kahoqua rolled her eyes, and yowled a sigh. She couldn’t disbelieve. The woman was much too sincere. Plus the stars, her own lie detecting intuition didn’t wail a warning. “Holy catfish damn,” she muttered.

Plopping her bottom down on the middle of BusterBalls brawny back, her tail slashing back and forth, she tried to think of a solution. “He’s been a very bad boy.” Eyeing the woman, she asked, “Do you understand?”

“I told her,” BusterBalls croaked again.

“Yes, he confessed his bad ways.” The woman’s heart shone in her eyes, along with a ray of hope.

“Yeah, I’ll bet the shrimp farm on that one.” Kahoqua growled a long sigh, listening to her own heart. “Here’s my offer. I can adjust the Taze ring to be comfortable and activate only if ‘he’…” she cast her glance down at BusterBalls, “leaves your world.”

The woman smiled brilliantly, nodded, then fell to her knees beside BusterBall’s head, and stroked him tenderly.

“BusterBalls?” Kahoqua let her voice drip with fur-stripping acid.

“Yes,” he simply spoke, somewhere between a purr and a groan of pain.

“Yeah, love…ain’t it grand as the galaxy,” Kahoqua crooned. Rising, she efficiently adjusted the TestesTaze. “You know what happens if I have to hunt you down again,” she threatened with her talking growl. And with the whipping slash of her tail.

“I know,” he grrr-ed. Ever so slowly he turned over on his back. His belly exposed, his cock sheathed, he offered no challenge.

“No more happy fucking balls if you leave Uquenxia, remember that.” Kahoqua  pivoted, her own heart hoping for the best. Gazing over her shoulder, she added, “Be happy.”

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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous Week ~ Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

Wanted Immediately: A bride. Must love cats, dogs, and dragons. by Savanna Kougar

New Moon kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

Happy upcoming New Moon in Aries on April 10th. Get your motor running on those projects you want to begin, or a project you want to put into high gear. Now is the time.

Some good authorly news. HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS received a 5-star reader review at All Romance Ebooks. Wahoo! If you’d like to check out a couple of excerpts, just click on my page above.

This week’s flash scene is Muse-lovingly inspired, but certainly not complete. Still, I hope you enjoy.   
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Wanted Immediately: A bride. Must love cats, dogs, and dragons.

Kiala settled herself, and raised the steamy, raspberry latte to her mouth. Figuring to amuse herself, she shook open the latest edition of the G&B Gazette left by the previous occupier of the table.

After a satisfying sip of the hot sumptuous brew, Kiala scanned the articles, then immersed herself in the latest and greatest news. “What happened to White Fang’s usual byline?” she murmured to herself.

“What the…” she muttered minutes later. “Why is Leona Lane now Leona Sanchez?” Puzzled, she knitted her brow, and shook her head briefly. “Whatever.”

“Is there a problem?” Marissa asked, on her way from serving another table.

“No. Thanks for asking, though. Just changes in the paper,” Kiala added to explain.

“Yeah, I noticed. I hear there’s a betting pool at Rattigans over what White Fang’s handle is going to be.”

Kiala grinned at that, yet didn’t understand why the ace crime reporter had decided to change his name. Oh well, she’d find out eventually.

“Croissants today?” Marissa asked.

“Absolutely. And one of your blueberry muffins, please.”

With a nod the blue-haired owner of the coffee shop departed, and Kiala heard her  motherly shout at Thor and Loki. The following crash of dishes clued her in, but by the sound there’d only been a few. This time.

Smiling at the homey event, Kiala stretched her legs, able to move normally again. While exploring a “Land Time Forgot” plateau in South America, as her leopard self, she’d been severely mauled by several small dinosaurs.

She’d needed a place to recuperate. So, about a year ago, Kiala had scoped out the shapeshifter town of Talbot’s Peak. Using the money she’d put away for the proverbial rainy day, she’d made the move, and laid low.

A cadre of enemies stalked her even now, given the wealth of knowledge she’d gathered from her various explorations. Her benefactors, those who funded her adventures, and gained bigtime by her discoveries, had made certain she’d been well taken care of, initially. Very well taken care of.

However, Kiala had cut her ties with her benefactors. At least, for the time being. She could too easily be traced.

Sipping her latte, Kiala flipped to the personal ads, always good for a giggle, even a rib-tickling laugh. Her eyes popped wide as she read…

Wanted Immediately: A bride. Must love cats, dogs, and dragons. Humans need not apply.

After staring for several moments, her latte held at half-mast, she uttered quietly, “Is this serious?”

Right, then… stranger things had happened in this supernatural bestiary community, as she thought of it. That is, if Kiala could believe half of what she’d been told. And, not to mention all the rumors swirling madly and merrily about.

But, yowls! Yes, there was a valid contact number.

And, bride… it dawned on Kiala, she was due to come in heat within a couple of weeks. Instead of clawing and climbing the walls, instead of flattening her ears against her needy screams… she could be… well, mating, being mated.

With a toss of her shoulder-length hair, Kiala decided to amuse herself. “Love cats, of course,” she whispered. “Dogs, only if they ‘come’ when called. And dragons… well, I’ve known a few sexy fire-snorters.”

Kiala automatically drank the last swallow of her latte, and placed the cup on the table. “And, hey, the good news, I’m not exactly human… am I?”

“Why is that good news?” Loki asked, as he set the plate of bakery yummies before her.

Snapping her gaze around to the young wolf shifter, Kiala tilted her head, and quipped, “Because according to this ad, humans need not apply.”

“That’s right,” a bold baritone voice from the coffee shop’s doorway addressed her. 

Kiala allowed her gaze to prey on the tall, warrior male now approaching her. Cat shapeshifter, her nose told her. Yet, his breed was not of this Earth.

According to his scent, the closest species would be an ancestor of the Puma, still alive in small groups across the planet — as she’d sighted for herself.

“Miss…?” he rumbled politely. His eyes blazed through her, and Kiala thought of the supernaturally bright amber she’d discovered in an ancient storage cavern.

“You are?” she returned, remembering to make her tongue work. Damn, if she had to keep looking up at him, she’d get a permanent crook in her neck.

“Dhurkon,” he paused, “of the Triad Protectorate.”

“Protectorate,” she slowly repeated. “What does that mean? It sounds official.” Kiala waved her hand. “Please, have a seat.”

Almost faster than she could blink, Dhurkon lowered himself, taking possession of the chair opposite her. “Yes, it is an official title, beautiful leopardess woman. However, these days it is a remnant of my past.”

His eyes glinted as his mouth curved in a small smile. “May I know your name?”

So, he knew her kind. Not surprising, given his ultra keen senses, and the sharp intelligence she witnessed in his eyes.

“Kiala,” she offered, even as his hand reached for hers.

Embraced, that was the only description she could think of, as he wrapped her hand with his, and held.

“I’m assuming this is your personal ad. I mean, ‘humans need not apply’.”

He didn’t let go, and Kiala didn’t try to withdraw her ‘swooning’ hand.

“Yes, my ad. I will assume you are not married, or mated.”

“No,” the word burst out. “Must love cats, dogs, and dragons.” Kiala raised her brows in question.

“Do you?” His tone gently teased. Yet the undercurrent could have dragged a whale down to the ocean depths.

Well, two could play this game, Kiala decided. “Love as in loving animals? Or, love as in loving shapeshifter cats, dogs, and dragons?”

“I believe…” His gaze roved over her face, and he seemed to drink of her very essence. “…we are about to find out, my leopardess.” 

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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous Week ~ Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

Don’t step on White Fang’s cape… by Savanna Kougar

  
Howls and yowls and kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

I’ve been putting together a cast list of all my Talbot’s Peak characters. No easy feat I discovered. I did have a names’ list of my heroines and heroes to start with, one that I began awhile back for the sake of not duplicating names, but it was nowhere complete. Yep, there were big ole gaps.

So, as I described at my blog, Kougar Kisses, the project turned into a sort-of Medusa like operation as I began searching through all of my prior flash-scene posts. Oh, I had my main characters, and last year’s heroines and heroes all lined up… but, dang, three days of intense work, and I’m still not completely finished. Close, but no cigar… as they say.

One dilemma I’ve come face to face with is this whole BIG BULLY MEDIA copyright/trademark thing going on, whereupon one innocent infraction could get you unmercifully pounced on, and devoured by the legal system. I won’t expound any further on that now.

Suffice it say, I’m faced with changing my super wolf’s name from White Fang Kent to White Fang [something else]… because, hey, it too closely resembles Super Man’s alter ego, Clark Kent. But, damn, if I can come up with suitable alternative.

Thus, today’s flash scene…
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Don’t step on White Fang’s cape…

White Fang snuck a peek inside Nick’s office before entering, instinctive since the smell of Ziva and Nick’s recent mating romp still hung heavy in the air. That, and the odor of heated wood.

Grinning to himself, White Fang pushed open the door. “Boss, what’s on your mind?”

“Have a seat, ace reporter.”

The werewolf alpha editor of the Guts and Butts Gazette snarled the words, his tone absent of any snideness however. He waved an impatient hand toward the chair, then swiped his hair as if he carried the weight of the world on his broad shoulders. Certainly, he carried the weight and well-being of Talbot’s Peak on his shoulders.

White Fang perched on the sturdy wooden chair, a relic of a forties newsroom, and leaned forward. “I’m seated,” he prompted. “Looks like you got a case of fleas, boss. Couldn’t be you’re about to get on my case. I just turned in my latest story.”

“Yeah-yeah, has nothing to do with your job performance. Outstanding as normal. Got quite a devoted following, Kent.” Nick folded his hands behind his head, and square-eyed him. “But, I’ll save us a dance around each other, and get down to brass tacks.”

“You’re not my type as a dance partner,” White Fang drily quipped, and kept his smile to himself.

“Why would I be?” Nick snapped. “That cat shifter femme fatale of yours has more curves than Route 66.” Nick scowled, and lifted his lip.

“Problem?”

“Take off those damn glasses, will ya? And don’t raise your eyebrows at me like I got a story you can pry outta me, Kent… another life, another time. Enough said.”

“Got it, boss.” White Fang slipped his horn-rimmed glasses off, pocketing them. “May I assume you didn’t call me in here to hand out a plum assignment?”

“Nope.” Nick rocked forward, his gaze serious as if prey crossed his path. “We all know around here, you’re some sort of super wolf.”

White Fang hesitated only a moment. “Right, then, it’s on the table. No use trying to keep my true identity a secret in this ‘where the shapeshifter world turns’ town. Except from the humans, of course.”

“Yeah, the humans. And those who keep their noses buried in their butt holes. Besides,” Nick continued in a surly voice, “using the name, Kent, is a dead giveaway…doncha think?”

“A tip of the reporter’s fedora to Clark Kent, and admittedly, a private amusement on my part. Didn’t hurt as a byline either, with my past newspaper gigs.”

White Fang flashed a toothy grin just to dig into Nick’s hide a bit. The name had garnered him much needed attention as a virgin reporter on the scene. Then, his investigative journalism into crime had done the rest, elevating his readership faster than a speeding bullet.

“Yeah-yeah, dug into your past. You got the best credentials I ever seen, uh… Kent. Gotta quit calling you that. Scat.” Nick twisted, and leaped from his chair, not disguising his werewolf strength and speed.

“Look,” he growled, pacing behind his desk. “It’s a copyright or trademark thing. Hate those scat-bloated corporate… never mind. The point is I can’t afford trouble…” Nick let his words hang, even as he whirled around, his gaze pinning White Fang.

Ignoring the alpha glint in the werewolf’s eyes, White Fang eased himself from the chair, and stood asserting his own dominant nature. After a moment, he delivered his words in a calm measured tone. “You want me to change my byline. Right?”

“It’s not your real handle… why not?” Nick’s eyes yellowed to feral, his frustration driving him.

White Fang didn’t bother with what would be an obvious answer. He let his steely silence do the talking.

Nick growled, an abrupt harsh sound. He spun around, stalking to his office window. “I got that pea-parrot assistant of mine poking my ass… reminding me every friggin’ day we could get sued. Worse, Talbot’s Peak doesn’t need this kind of national spotlight.”

White Fang absorbed Nick’s words, while weighing his options. Circumstances demanded he remain in Talbot’s Peak. Not only for the sake of his wolfkind, but to continue protecting those he’d come to care for in this haven for shifters and other supernaturals.

He certainly wasn’t leaving without Pasha by his side, and he’d allied himself with Dante. That was not a promise he took lightly, despite the understanding between them that the future could alter their arrangement.

White Fang growled silently. “Right, boss. We don’t need a barking army of legal beagles.”

The tenseness of Nick’s stance lessened, and he glanced over his shoulder. “Got an idea what name you want to use instead?”

His usual quickness of thought deserted him, and White Fang possessed not a clue what byline would keep his global readership. Of course, he could explain a change to his Peak readers easy enough.

“No, nothing comes to mind,” he rumbled, even as he realized he’d become quite fond of the earth name, White Fang Kent — especially the way Pasha sultry-purred it during their intimate times together.

“Any suggestions, boss?” White Fang arched his brows in the way he knew put a burr under Nick’s tail.

“Go to the library,” Nick groused. “Look in one of those baby names books. Or, hell, go surfing on the world wide web.”

“I’ll grab a telephone book on the way out. More private. No nano spy cameras inside those yet.”

After a growly harumph and sharp intake of breath, Nick faced White Fang. “Sorry, ex-Kent. You know how the bitten ball bounces.”

“Your balls are going to bounce, lover, after I fang them,” Ziva shouted through the door. “You forgot our appointment.”

“Leaving.” White Fang smirked, then pivoted toward the door.

“I need that name by tomorrow,” Nick threw after him.

“Don’t step on White Fang’s cape… boss.”

After a polite nod to Ziva, White Fang strode for the outside door. He couldn’t miss the large phone book Penelope, the pea-parrot dominatrix, held out to him. Nor could he miss her all-knowing smile.

“I wouldn’t mind stepping on your cape… no, not at all,” she throatily crooned as he took hold of the phone book.

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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous Week ~ Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

The Capricious Wolfen Countess by Savanna Kougar

Full Moon kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

Winter has returned to my tame prairie, with a thin blanket of snow and lots of glistening icicles. There’s a Full Moon in Libra tomorrow… definitely a time to balance out your life. Or, in my case walk that tightrope of trying to get everything done, but never succeeding.

I did get some promo-ing done for my ShapeShifter Seductions’ release: HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS. For a couple of excerpts just click on my page above.

So, my flash scene for today… it’s rough around the edges, and not fully developed… but I like the idea, which was inspired by Pat Cunningham’s post a week ago Monday, titled: “Horse Whispering”… and by Kirsten Lynn’s wonderful guest post at Wild and Wicked Cowboys, where she blogged about — yes it’s a real sport, Cowboy Polo — the history and the present.

And, since I’ve always wanted to learn how to play Polo, well… besides, my Muse wanted to play this way, and I’m too worn out to deny Her anything.
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The Capricious Wolfen Countess

Kwolfie swung around sideways, getting comfortable in the library’s old stuffed chair. She kicked off her loosely tied running shoes, and dangled her bare legs over the cushioned arm.

Probably a relic from the fifties, the chair smelled like someone’s garage. The variety of odors rather appealed to her sensitive canine nose, and Kwolfie inhaled deeply as she cracked open the paperback romance novel — a new one she’d been counting the days to read.

Given her three brothers, along with her sire and dam, teased her nonstop about her taste in literature, Kwolfie usually escaped to the Talbot’s Peak’s library. Because no matter the torment, she just had to indulge her insatiable appetite for paranormal erotic romance novels, especially the shapeshifter love stories.

Grrrr…go to dog pound hell, she mentally cursed her annoyingly uncouth brothers.  Although, she gave them high marks for being true protectors of their wolf shifter kind.

With anticipation zinging through her, Kwolfie turned the pages to chapter one. Before settling down to lose herself in the story, she wiggled with excitement, and gave her unruly hair a toss.

As she focused on the opening paragraph, Kwolfie halted the uninhibited swing of her legs, crossing them. But her reading enjoyment was interrupted.

Aware she’d become the object of someone’s scrutiny, Kwolfie didn’t look up. Instead, she carefully sensed for malevolent intent. She’d undergone rigorous training by the three Mages, who had traveled to Earth with her extended family — about three spins of sun now.

Feeling no threat from the man standing behind the nearest row of bookshelves, Kwolfie put up her mind shield, and blocked out his thoughts. After all, she only had about an hour of Earth time to read before one of her brothers would track her to the library, and make a smirking, big-lump nuisance of himself.

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Holy hell, it is the countess. Stunned that he’d found her so easily, Dak nearly forgot about the rare prize he held, the autobiography of a polo pony shifter.

He stared at the alien-world wolfen countess, downright captured by her girl-next-door beauty. As she dangled her legs over the arm of the chair, then swung them in a carefree manner, his tongue almost lolled out.

Down, son, he told is cock, no misbehavin’ in a public library.

Dak forced his gaze from her naked shapely legs, even though her human gams begged for his touch, and so much more. Damn, the council’s snake shifter informant hadn’t spoken with forked tongue.

Having observed the royal cruiser’s approach to Earth — some three years ago — from a high point in the Rocky Mountains, the Lupine Council had attempted to mind-scan their off-world relatives. Only able to learn the ratio of males to females, and verify they were an aristocratic family pack, the Council elders decided to use their network of informers.

He’d been summoned now that they’d finally gotten some info. As a dilute Lupine, or what some called a half-breed, Dak moved easily in the human world. Over the years of going on these scouting missions, he’d learned the ropes, and earned the top spot.

Most comfortable in the world of cowboys as a lone wolf type, he currently worked on a Sheridan, Wyoming ranch that was famous for their first-rate polo ponies. And heckfire, if he hadn’t developed a real yen for the sport.

Dak fought the urge to make immediate contact with the countess. The beguiling beauty’s mind shield had slammed him out so fast, she hadn’t known he tried to telepathically probe her.

Just as well for now, Dak figured. But, he had gotten a mental glimpse of the book she’d buried her pretty little nose in.

One of them romance novels with all the explicit sex. Dak decided as he watched her read like there was no tomorrow, all curled up and wolf-woman adorable — oh, yeah hell, believe it son, he’d read one of them erotic romances out loud to her. He’d read every last one of ‘em in the shapeshifter town’s library.

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~ Happy Full Moon Howling ~ 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

New Menage Release ~ Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys by Savanna Kougar

 

Almost midnight mews… HAPPY SPRING, Kitten Coos... colder on the tame prairie, the type of damp cold that goes straight to your bones… however, at this point, any moisture and any amount of rain is a good thing, so the Kougaress is not complaining.

Well… yes, it FINALLY! happened, the Kougar’s latest book is e-published at Smashwords and is on Kindle… but, it ain’t over. Right now, this Big Cat author is struggling with the formatting to upload to AllRomanceebooks. Plus, the whole checking the EPUB format thing. Yeah, dialup doesn’t work too well for that.

However, here it is…
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Authoress news and mews ~

IT’S LIVE! Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys by Savanna Kougar

So… here are the blurbs, and a description…

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

by

Savanna Kougar

Shapeshifter Seductions Presents:

An Erotic Romance Menage Novel

A woman desperate to save herself and her prize horses.
Two shapeshifter cowboys who want her as their woman.

When Zance, a timber wolf shifter,
and Dontoya, a black cougar shifter,
find Sherilyn dying due to a reckless driver,
there is only one way to bring her back to life.
But, that’s only the beginning… 

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Warning: Get ready for a helluva ride in and out of the bedroom. This novel contains lots of tender and fierce erotic lovin’. There are bad guys on the trail of the heroine, a sorceress who won’t take no for an answer, and a horror-movie showdown. The finale: New Year’s Eve at the grand opening of the Midnight Stardust Supperclub.

Beware, Danger Ahead! Shapeshifter violence, guns, and dark magick are involved.

The cast of secondary characters includes an alpha werewolf, shapeshifters of many types and stripes — a sprinkling of other supernatural beings/creatures — and a palomino stallion. Oh, and at least, one human.

Please note: This is an M/F/M menage love story, where pleasuring the heroine is the sole focus of the two heroes. There is ‘no’ sexual relationship or touching between the two men. This book also contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable. That is, menage fun and fantasy scenarios, and backdoor play/intercourse.
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And, here’s the longer blurb…

Sherilyn hides out on her small ranch near the odd town of Talbot’s Peak, Montana, determined to save her prize horses from being stolen. She has no time for men. Besides she’s been down that heartbreak road one too many times. The hitch: she didn’t bargain on two shapeshifter cowboys who decide she belongs to them.

Zance, a timber wolf shifter, and Dontoya, a rare black cougar shifter, are longtime pardners. Having built up their immense ranch in the supernaturals community, they’ve settled into a cattleman’s lifestyle. Now they’ve finally found the one woman they both want as their mate.
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Currently available at SMASHWORDS and on KINDLE ~
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~ Have a Magickal Springtime Week ~ 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~