ShapeShifter Kisses

December 2, 2016

Wyoming Wrangler…my next hero? by Savanna Kougar


December howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

A month of various holiday celebrations is here, and I hope yours is wonderful. Currently, I’m a bit under the weather, and having the treat myself with natural supplements just to get the routine stuff done. You know how that can go. At least, I’m not near as bad as a lot of folks—this particular allergy-illness seems to be happening all over. So, take care of yourself. 

Anyway, I’m still finishing up the last chapters of BLACK CAT BEAUTY. Yep, the best laid plans go awry. I wish I’d been able to republish a month ago. 

So, I miss writing flash scenes that take place in my fictional world of Wolf Peak Territory. But time and enough energy… well, it’s just not there. Apologies. 

Okay, I’m considering which of my WIPS to use for this project, as described in a previous post. That is: ***A bunch of us authors at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~ …are looking at doing a BOXED SET of contemporary erotic romance.*** 

One of my WIPS is temporarily titled, Wyoming Wrangler … a contemporary cowboy paranormal erotic romance… love those sexy, down to earth cowboys. 

… WOW! An unwanted adventure just interrupted writing this post … all of a sudden,  no internet, no phone … it’s dark outside when I check my connection, and I’m fumbling around to open the phone box… well, it turns out the neighbor’s cows have just pulled my phone line with their big hooves enough to end the connection … fortunately, I could put it back well enough to regain connection, despite the pulled wires … yeah, don’t ask why it’s such a rinky dink setup, but it is… 

But anyway, here’s a short unedited snippet of how Wyoming Wrangler begins… 

Daletori  watched the woman he’d been watching ever since he’d first seen her three weeks ago at the Corral, the local whet-your-whistle bar and nighttime Western dance club. 

She’d been coming to the Corral regular on Friday and Saturday nights. Right now, Bruce, the local butthead, had her cornered at the far end of the bar, demanding a dance. She’d already refused him several times in a ladylike way. Crowding her like a bull in rut, he leaned inches away from her face while his beefy hand took hold of her upper arm.  

“You know you want it,” Bruce snorted in what he believed was a turn on to women. “You want to get laid.” 

“Get away from me. I want a real man…” she began. 

“Oh, you’ll get a real man, honey. We’ll start with dancin’. Get you all horny and hot.” 

Daletori saw red, to put it mildly. Setting his beer down, he rocked forward, and in the same movement gained his feet. Given his tread was naturally silent, Bruce didn’t hear his approach. 

“Hands off. The lady said no.” 

Bruce whipped around, moving his bulk surprisingly fast. His gaze narrowed. “You gotta claim? If so, no one told me.” 

“Ain’t got no claim yet. Thinkin’ about it, though.” He had been thinking about it, night and day day and night. However, nothing was straightforward, and she wasn’t one of them. 

“Make a claim now,” Bruce snarled for his ears only, “or, go nurse that sissy stuff you and your kin call beer.” 

“Shoulda knowed better’n to let your kin settle here,” he quietly aimed toward Bruce’s ear. 

“Wow,” the woman interrupted, her tone overly enthusiastic. “I had no clue you could talk, cowboy.”

Daletori knew she’d spoken to end their male confrontation. Already, he envisioned his fist smashing into Bruce’s ugly face. 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

November 25, 2016

Chapter Twenty-six ~ Thanksgiving Day Celebration by Savanna Kougar

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Keina, my heroine, in her realm 

Happy Thanksgiving howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

As an erotic romance author, one reason I write, is because I love the interplay between a woman and man — that shared intimacy which belongs only to them … the heart to heart communication as the couple learns about each other…the soul to soul sharing as their relationship develops. All that to offer the chapter below, starring Keina and Drev from WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL — their erotic love story set during Thanksgiving. 

Chapter Twenty-six: 
Thanksgiving Day Celebration 

The huge grin that split Drev’s face instantly put Keina at ease. She took hold of the raisins. Loving the way his eyes danced, the golden twinkle in their depths, she smiled in return. “You’ll have to tell me if I step over the line, Drev. I’m still learning about your Earth culture.” 

“No problem. Like I said, sweetheart, I’m stocked up to the gills.” Drev opened the cannister of rolled oats. “Besides, we always have the underground safe rooms at Bunkerville…inside the Pleasure Club.” 

“I’ll help any way I can. To keep us prepared, and stocked up.” Keina carefully measured out the raisins, pouring them in. She mixed vigorously, saying, “We horses know about healing herbs, too.” 

“You know what, sweetheart. There’s a story Dad likes telling occasionally. About the horse who healed himself of cancer.” From the corner of her eye, Keina watched Drev dip the measuring cup in the oats. “Back in 1840,” he continued, “a veterinarian put his prize stallion in a pasture to live out his last days. Instead of dying from cancer, the horse knew what to eat, and within a year he became healthy again.” 
“Really? I mean I believe it.” Keina took the cup of oats, adding them to her mixture. “More, please.” She handed the cup back. “We don’t have diseases in my realm like you do here. I’ve never heard that story. Is there more to it?” 

“Yep.” Drev added another cupful oats, and Keina folded them in. “This veterinarian noticed his stallion was eating strange plants for a horse. Then, when the tumor stabilized, he recorded which herbs they were. Eventually, the vet developed what is known as the Hoxsey formula.” 

“Hoxsey.” Keina paused, searching her memory. “Yes, we do know that formula in my world. I never knew the back story. Thank you, Drev.” 

“How did….? You mentioned reading about Earth history. Do you have natural healing books too?” 

“We do. Although, ever since we could travel to other dimensions, our magician priests have studied any and all healing methods for equines. Especially plant-based remedies.” 

“That makes too much sense.” Drev dipped out another portion. “More oats, right?” 

“Yes.” Keina slowly stirred as her stud man poured. “You know, Drev, it feels good to talk this way with you. Not to have to hide who I am…where I’m from.” 

“Feel free, my filly girl. I want to know all about you.” 

His lowered voice seduced her ear. Keina inched closer, even as she continued mixing in the mouth-watering oats. “Apples. Do you have any dried apple pieces. We could add them to the cookie dough.” 

“You bet. Comin’ up.” Drev set the cannister down, and Keina followed him with her gaze as he headed for one of his large cabinets. 

She added the final amount of oats, and as she blended them in, Keina caught herself happily humming. Yet, on the heels of being high on love, came the flying stones, or the voice of fear about her future with Drev. 
With all four of her inner-horse hooves, Keina mentally tromped the insidious thoughts into the dust. For now, the floaty glow of love was hers. Drev was hers. 

For now. 

“Here we go.” He tore open a large package of apple chips, then handed them to her. 

“Thanks, stud man. Mmm…the fragrance of apples, heavenly to this horse girl. As you know.” Keina shook in about a fourth of the bag, and set it down. “Should have put these in before the oats.” 

“Want me to use my big strong muscles to stir them in?” 

Drev spoke in a kidding tone. Yet, Keina heard his underlying seriousness. She relinquished the spoon and the bowl, and stepped back. Drev made quick work of mixing in the apple pieces. 

Keina stood on tiptoe, kissing his cheek. “Big strong muscles,” she sensually crooned to his ear as she stroked her hand down his brawny arm. 

“Why don’t you go get dressed like we talked about, my filly girl. The table is set. I’ll put this in the fridge, then go put on some fancier duds.” Drev turned and loosely embraced her. “We’ll give thanks for our bountiful spread, and chow down.” 

“I’m already grateful.” Keina paused, caressing his upper arms. “For you, Drev. And for all the food we’ll be dining on. Together.” 

“Go.” Drev broke them apart. “Change. Before I ravish you here.” 

With a sassitude flip of her hair, Keina whirled heading for the cabin’s guest room, which was now her room, and would soon hold all of her Earth belongings. Elation winged her steps, and formed the smile on her face. 
As she entered and saw the gown on the bed, where she’d spread it out earlier in the day, delight, then anticipation bubbled through her. She’d always found fabric shops irresistible. So soon after her arrival on Earth, on a whim, she’d designed the long flowing gown, then handsewn it. 

She fingered one of the draping medieval sleeves. Made out of an autumn-gold colored stretch velveteen, the simple bias-cut style skimmed her figure. When she walked, when she danced and whirled, the gown’s hem caressed her ankles. Keina adored the elegant sensuality. 

Stripping off her garments, she gave them a toss into the laundry basket. Having showered and washed her hair in the morning, after she and Drev had enjoyed a lusty yet leisurely coupling, Keina moved toward the rustic dresser. 

She picked up the tiny spray bottle, and liberally spritzed herself. The blend of essential oils misted around her, romantic and ethereal. Feeling deliciously feminine, she dressed within the cloud of scent. 

Picking up the gold filigree and pearl, hip belt she’d crafted, Keina enjoyed its loveliness, but decided on the simplicity of the gown itself. Pulling the band from her hair, she moved to the small mirror above the dresser. 
She snatched up her styling brush, and went to work until the waves of her hair bounced and shone. After placing the filigree belt’s matching earrings on her earlobes, Keina adorned her face with a minimum of cosmetics—just enough to enhance her features and cause her mood to be more festive. 

Oh for an Epona love-mating…how fun would it be to dress for Drev? 

Fantasy imaginings took over as Keina reached for the medieval-like headband she’d made out of the gold-threaded, embroidered trim she’d also used to edge the gown’s sleeves. 

Instead of tying the headband Native American style, she placed it on her forehead, and painstakingly tied the trim beneath her hair. Keina couldn’t help but smile at her reflection. She felt like a princess, a beloved princess. 

Not one who had duties to the realm. 

Free spirited, Keina dance-spun away from the mirror. Twirling several times, she relished the sliding caress of the gown against her body. 

With her heart tripping happily, she lifted the gown’s skirt, and slipped her feet into soft satin slippers the color of a glowing pearl. As she glided toward the doorway, a shiver slithered through her middle. 

Like a fleeing snake, it disappeared swiftly. Yet Keina realized, it was a premonition of serious trouble ahead. Had the stench-ass Tretorff formed his plan on how to abduct her, force her into being his bride? 

Halted in her steps, Keina shook her hair to clear her head. Mentally, she hoof-kicked the intuitive warning away. Just for now. 

Nothing, absolutely nothing was going to dampen her happiness at being with Drev, at sharing his Thanksgiving day celebration. 



Drev Zander, ex super-soldier, built a new life in Wolf Peak Territory. His traumatic past is fading. On the Guardian Team, he battles sinister enemies threatening the shapeshifter community. After a mysterious Pegasus ruins his T-day plans, Drev finds the woman he’s been waiting for. Will she rule his heart? 

Keina Svonj, winged horse shifter, is banished from her realm—the dastardly Prince has convinced the King. Flying above the Montana forest, Keina interferes with a hunter. She mind-melds with him, and realizing her mistake, makes amends. Passion explodes between them. Love follows. Will Drev save her from a forced marriage? 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

November 17, 2016

Sable buried her face in Devon’s chest… by Savanna Kougar

White Tiger Lovers In Wolf Peak Territory 


Autumnal howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Well, *super moon* celebrations happened in Wolf Peak Territory, I can tell you. At least, it wasn’t overcast or raining cats and dogs ~smiles~ so, those in touch with the elementals and spiritual forces practiced their magick to encourage the clear, ink-black skies – and to bring forth blessings for the land, and for ALL. Two days ago, on the 14th, according to astronomers, the moon was the closest to Earth since 1948. Mother Moon won’t be this ultra-large and bright until 2034—so the experts say. 

Okay, with the extreme tensions of the presidential election, and other time-consuming factors, I haven’t been able to get much done on finishing up BLACK CAT BEAUTY. However, I am closing in. I’m hoping things will simmer down so I do have time and energy to finish and epublish Sable and Devon’s erotic love story…then, start on my next authorly project. It would be so lovely to be able to get much more done, and written. Good gosh, my frustration is just tough to deal with, since I want to be writing so many more stories…you know, working on my WIPS. 

Anyway, I’ve been looking at a few promo opportunities for WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL, given this is Keina and Drev’s Thanksgiving love story. Again though, time constraints get in the way. However, I just signed up at THE ROMANCE STUDIO for the TRS Thanksgiving promo party ~ 

And!…this could be exciting. A bunch of us authors at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~ …are looking at doing a BOXED SET of contemporary erotic romance. So, we’ll see. Of course, I’m considering what story to contribute from my stack o’ WIPS. 

By the way, don’t forget the UNCAGED BOOK REVIEWS e-magazine for November 2016. The site has changed from a blog to: ~ and ~ 


Here’s a snippet from Chapter Seventeen of BLACK CAT BEAUTY: 

Fear gripped every particle of her flesh as a whitish yellowish beam surrounded them. Without thought, Sable buried her face in Devon’s chest, even as a long whoosh of light carried them inside. 

“Black cat beauty, your claws are sexy as hell. Later, we’ll play pin the cock in the pussy.” His voice tenderly rumbled over her, encouraging her to look at him.

With her tail twitching tentatively, Sable retracted her claws from his upper arms. She cautiously cracked one eye open, then met his gaze. 

“Welcome.” His voice slid over her dark and deliciously. 

Sable glanced to the side. Luminous violet lit the large area, and she could see nothing else. “Where are we? Besides just inside.”

“Decontamination. Nothing that will harm you or alter you in any way.” He lifted a swathe of her hair, then caressed his palm along the entire length.

With her confidence returning, Sable pricked her cat ears and attempted to peer  through the illumination. “Why did you bring me here?” 

“Home away from home,” he softly explained. His thumbpad tenderly brushed her cheek. “We are still in negotiations for colonization, Sable. This is our trade center on Earth.”

Jolted by surprise, Sable’s eyes widened, her ears angled to the side, and she whipped her gaze to his. “Your trade center. No one is allowed knowledge of—” She lost her voice.  


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

October 21, 2016

Just Another ParaNormal Halloween~ Savanna Kougar


Autumn-glorious howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

What a wacky-cracky time in our world. Halloween is on the very near horizon,  streaking across the sky as creepily fast as one of those flying monkeys in the “Wizard of Oz”. [yes, clumsily worded, but you get the idea] 

So, my tame prairie is beautifully transitioning, and no! I am not looking forward to winter…way too cold! 

Anyway, a few days ago during my trek down to the mailbox, I saw a turtle with a kinda mossy shell that blended in so well with the foliage, I almost didn’t see him/her. Turtly never stuck her/his head out, and didn’t move…but it was so exciting, given I haven’t seen a turtle in a while. 

Then, today I visited the pear tree ’cause a whole bunch had fallen off, littering the ground. I picked up a few. It takes them awhile to ripen, but they are so good!!! Anyway, one of the pears was partially covered with yellow jacket bees who were feasting on the juicy flesh. I never knew bees liked fruit. 

But yeah, I really regret growing up in suburbia instead of on a working ranch/farm. Those skills would be far more valuable in these times, and I believe I would have enjoyed life much more – been healthier in mind, body, and soul. 

So, I’m still making progress on revising-expanding BLACK CAT BEAUTY, and I absolutely LOVE my new cover. 

Okay, some good news … the ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY blog has been resurrected, and I will be posting today, Thursday, the 20th. ~ 

Also, CONGRATULATIONS to ***Uncaged Book Reviews*** This was recently posted: 
“Uncaged Views Tops 17K – Just a huge thank you! Uncaged Book Reviews, Issue 3 – October 2016 has topped 17,000 views in 2 weeks! For a new emag, this is surpassing my goals already…”  ~ 

Note: Go ahead, if you haven’t, check out UNCAGED BOOK REVIEWS, the e-magazine at ~ I’m one of the featured authors in the October issue. KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS has a lovely review. 


And… here’s a promo for a Halloween Anthology, featuring my short erotic romance story: THE TIGER’S MASQUERADE 

Just Another Paranormal Halloween Anthology 

Here is K.A. M’Lady’s clever intro of all the short stories included in the anthology.

On the Darkest Knight of a Pixies Holiday, you’ll feel an A-mazing Grace, but beware of Love, Lies and Zombie Cries, for Samhain’s Visitor and His Girl will arrive at the Tiger’s Masquerade, followed by the Man in the Long Black Coat.

It’s Just Another ParaNormal Halloween at the Castle… Mojocastle.

By K.A. M’Lady 
~ ~ 



Blurb ~

Stacy wasn’t looking for a tiger-man to erotically and exotically fill her tank, then steal her heart. That is, until the Halloween ‘Call of the Wild Masquerade’ ball. But, what kind of tiger does she have by the tail?

Zyrru wasn’t looking for a human woman to un-tame his fiercest passions, and alter his royal life forever. After all, he’s only vacationing on Earth, and is almost engaged to The Princess. But, Stacy’s rosefire scent is irresistible.

Excerpt ~

Stacy slipped her hands over her gown’s full skirts reveling in the feel of the shimmering pink satin. Picking them up as elegantly as she knew how, she moved toward the mansion’s ballroom.

Excitement pounded her heart. Expectation had shadowed her all day and now it heightened. For what, she wasn’t  certain, except that her boss had teased her with promo pictures of the tiger men she’d hired for her Call of the Wild Masquerade ball.

Stacy paused at the arched entrance, sweeping her gaze over the huge room’s starry ethereal decorations, the ones she’d helped to arrange the day before. Not quite prepared for more than images of the Tame a Party Tiger men, Stacy came to a sliding halt on her dancer’s shoes.

Aware she looked ridiculously awkward with her arms akimbo and her body leaning forward, still, Stacy stared, and practically panted. Thankfully, her mask didn’t impede her breathing any, and she wasn’t wearing a corset, or she might have keeled over in an un-ladylike faint.

Exotic. Sexy. Gorgeously handsome.

Mygawd! Their bods were fighting lean, yet with beefcake muscles galore. At least, from what she could observe, since they wore updated versions of sixties’ sharkskin suits. Damn, who knew her heart could beat this fast over looking at a man? Okay, sharp-dressed tiger men. 



The Man in the Long Black Coat  
by  Susan Gabriel  

“Behold, I come as a thief in the night and I tell you, ye worship ye know not what.”


Mariah Bishop, the preacher’s daughter, lives in a town where religion and superstition are so deeply entwined there’s no telling where one ends and the other begins. But her father, the good Eldon Bishop fears there is something more than religious rapture stirring in the young Mariah.

When the mysterious man in the long, black coat blows into town and holds an old-time revival on All Hallow’s Eve, Mariah and the colorful characters which surround her are set on a course with consequences they couldn’t possibly foresee.

A-Mazing Grace   
by  D. McEntire  

Sometimes a wrong turn can be the right choice…


Halloween never meant anything special to Grace. That is until taking up an offer by her best friend for a night time trip through a local corn maze leaves her changing her tune—and her life. Coming face-to-face with a man sporting glowing red eyes and fangs, then rescued by a man who seemed just as unreal as the first makes for one hell-of-a wild night only she seems to remember.

Connell has hunted alongside his brothers for centuries, following a code to protect the secret of their race—vampires—by removing rogues vampires who refuse to blend in among society. That secret is threatened when wiping the memory of a feisty human female he saves from a rogue doesn’t take completely.

But, it isn’t her recollection of him that leads her deeper into his world. Arriving moments too late on the scene of her second attack by a rogue leaves him facing the choice of converting her or leaving her to die.

A Pixie Holiday     
by  Brigit Aine

Halloween brings all sorts of interesting things to Kira’s life, and some of them are worth it.


On Halloween Kira is able to go out as herself, with no glamour on and allow others to see her true self, a pixie  As she is trying to avoid the man her father sent years ago to try and marry her, she runs into a someone else, someone who makes her feel safe and protected.  Although she isn’t even aware that she needs protecting, yet.

Lance knows he needs to get Kira to like him, after all they are going to be married, but he has to keep her safe and get her to the conclave before any of that can happen.  And it seems as if those who do not want to see an alliance between the Pixies and the Wolves would do whatever it takes to make sure his plans are foiled.

His Girl
by  Sapphire Phelan  

Erotic paranormal romance with vampires.


My Girl was more than just a song for Evan McPhail and Aimee Saunders; it was the music of their love and passion for each other. For nothing could tear them apart, not even death.
Then Aimee vanished.

She returns to Evan thirty years later, no longer human. To the tempo of their passion, they prove that doesn’t matter.

Samhain’s Visitor
by Kiki Howell

Samhain’s visitors can be anything from dark and shadowy to sexy and full of surprizes.


When an uninvited visitor shows up during Sarah’s Samhain ritual, her Mute Supper is literally disrupted by cups and plates being tossed about.  Soon, the shadow weighing on her and the voices with cryptic messages incite terror.

But, help comes in various forms. And, one is sexy and full of surprises.

Darkest Knight  
by  Ashley Blade  


What would happen if you woke up one day a vampire?

Julie asked herself the same question many times, especially after reading one of her favorite paranormal stories.

Now what seemed like a fantasy world captured in descriptive words becomes her reality and she has to figure out if it was all it was cracked up to be.

Love, Lies & Zombie Cries
by K.A. M’Lady

When It Comes To The Heart, Something Always Bleeds


Jayda Oslynn knows what death feels like.  She knows the solitude in the darkness’ silence.  The lonely spaces between life’s last breath and the realm of the undead.

Like the women in her family before her, she’s had a life-long affinity with those that wander in the land between.  Some call it black magick or necromancy, but to the Oslynn family it’s always been known as death dealing.  And, whether a blessing or a curse, Jayda’s always been able to feel their feelings – their love and suffering, their happiness and sorrows.  The truth, when shared through her eyes, always has a way of being felt and seen.

This Halloween, Jayda finds that when dealing with the dead, some memories are better left buried, for the real truth never stays buried and hearts, once broken seldom seem to mend.

Buy Link: ~ 




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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

October 13, 2016

…A black cat did growl… by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION 



Yes, there will be a Halloween Goth-Winged Party at the Interspecies Pleasure Club. 

*Season of the Witch* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Omygosh, what a discombobulating day I’ve had … sort of like: am I coming or going, or am I caught in an invisible whirlwind from who knows where? Might be the Halloween vibes have grabbed hold and are dragging me off to Spooksville??? 

Anyway, the weather has turned much chillier after a brief rainstorm in the wee hours, and my summer jungly yard is fast becoming stripped of its foliage — given many of the plants are going into hibernation, their life cycle ended. Yesterday I caught a glimpse of what I thought was one of the golden eagles. However, as the bird zipped by, no, it was a hawk, likely a red-tail hawk. I have no clue if golden eagles and hawks cohabitate… but I have seen the eagles winging overhead recently, riding the thermals. 

Okay, it’s slow, but the revision-expansion of BLACK CAT BEAUTY is going well. I just wish I had loads more time to work on Sable and Devon’s story. 

So, on Monday, October 24th, Zol and Zin, my twin hellhound heroes in KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS, will be featured in an excerpt for Kate Hill’s Compelling Beasts blog  ~ 

TOMORROW! the 13th – On Kate’s other blog ~ Kandy Apple’s Halloween post will be featured. ~supernatural grins~ 

Also, on the good news side, it looks like the new cover art for BLACK CAT BEAUTY is about finished. As usual, Amanda Kelsey has done one stellar-creative job. Sable, the heroine, is simply gorgeous! 

Note: Check out UNCAGED BOOK REVIEWS, the e-magazine at ~ I’m one of the featured authors, and KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS is featured with a lovely review. 


Here’s another snippet from BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~ Sable is talking with Bob, the bobcat shifter, trading covert intel with him. 

Chapter Twelve ~ 

“Have a drink with me, away from this ear-splitting screech, and I’ll share in a friendly manner. Your information for mine.” 

“Sure, Bob, let’s gab friendly-like,” Sable yelled above the music. The next instant, her flesh eerily chilled as Devon sang in her ear, “A black cat did growl, two ghosts were approachin’ and the wind began to howl.” 

How had he pulled that trick off? And changing the lyrics? Yowls of course, the words fit for All Hallow’s Eve, so who would know? 

Promising herself she’d find out about that particular power to capture her ear, Sable shook her whole body like a cat. With her blood flowing again, she shot a glare in Super Ace’s direction.  

Truth was, she also wantonly sizzled inside, made worse as the Brykkitv bad boy lasered his gaze on her for several moments. How did she resist his dark rough timbre singing in her ear? 

Sable gave a nod to Bob, indicating he should follow her. She sauntered to the bar, and languidly leaned on her elbow. To be expected, Bob panted after her haunches, his expression lewd and crude. Although, gentlemanly enough, he brought his gaze to hers and seated himself. 

“Who collared you? There are several Brykkitv and half-breeds here.” On his best behavior, he summoned the bartender, then gave her his undivided attention.


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

October 6, 2016

…seductively slinked beside him… by Savanna Kougar

Pic from Etsy ~ DKR Catwoman Catsuit Costume by Suzi Fox 


Autumnal howls and yowls shapeshifter lovers. 

My tame prairie is gradually losing foliage, but is still beautifully green overall, and there hasn’t been much color change yet. I discovered a wonderful pear tree across the way because one of them rolled out to the road. No one picks the fruit. The land is owned by the neighbor, and no one has rented the small house in ten years. The large acreage is used for cattle. 

Anyway, on the happy side of life my author interview, featured in the latest issue of UNCAGED REVIEWS, came out looking fantastic. Also, the review of KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS made me feel darn good. A big thank you to Cyrene Olson. You can click on her e-magazine at ~ 

So, Amanda Kelsey, the fabtastic cover artist, is working on the new cover art for BLACK CAT BEAUTY. We’ve hit a snag, since the couple image is wonderful, and the heroine, Sable, has come out perfectly and gorgeously… however, the man’s face IS NOT Devon at all. Originally, Amanda had cut the male image’s head off, like is done with some cover art these days. Because I really like faces on my covers, I asked for the full couple image, and that didn’t work… so now, what do I do? Given Sable is perfect, and the man’s head doesn’t work… do I make him headless again, or try to find another image? I did do some looking on Jimmy Thomas’s site… but nothing really clicked, even though I really enjoy-love a lot of the couple images. ~sigh-sigh~ 

Okay then, I’m just over half finished revising-expanding BLACK CAT BEAUTY. Here’s a snippet…  

Chapter Eleven: 

Probably useless, given a Brykkitv male could easily vibe-sense a woman’s sexual arousal.  Sable flung her hair, and seductively slinked beside him. She slipped inside the embrace of his arm. 

Son of Super Ace swung her against his rock-hard thigh, and swooped down, taking her lips in a kiss that thrilled through her, then consumed her whole. Her toes curled appreciatively, and Sable willed her claws to stay sheathed. 

As his lusty assault on her mouth continued, Sable kneaded his chest, not caring who watched them. But Bastet, she was glad her tail had gone still with their unrestrained passion.

Keeping her claimed flush against him, he gradually un-fused their lips. Sable couldn’t quit sensually rubbing his chest. “You can kiss, big boy,” she murmured like Mae West against his hovering mouth.

Devon tightened his grip, deliciously flattening her breasts against his super-muscular torso. “Did your little friend make her getaway?”

“She’s gone, and driving-away gone, if that’s what you wanted to know.”

“Yes, my Sable, that’s what I wanted to know. I hear Vhaelyn waylaid you.”

“You mean witchie-poo? She wants you banging between her thighs, super man…just in case you didn’t know.” Sable crooned the words close to his too tempting lips.

“Hmm, I’d was given the message Vhaelyn marked me as her property.”

“I’m under black-magick threat. All part of the un-glamorous Hollywood lifestyle of the rich, famous, and infamous.”


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

September 29, 2016

UNCAGED REVIEWS … and Mean Ole Witchie-poo by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 1:13 am

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION 

Cool crisp howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Yep, the past few days have been autumn-cooler and simply lovely with caressing breezes and wonderful dry air… the tame prairie is scenically beautiful, too. 

But omygosh, what a strangelet day — what a crazy-making day at times… it’s been good things interspersed with not-so-good things, all at highspeed. Okay, CERN was supposed to be doing some *new* super-energy experiment today that the scientists involved said, to paraphrase, they don’t have a clue what will happen. Great. Who lets these idjit-brainiacs out to play with blackholes, etc.??? Anyway, I just hope the Divine protects us all living in this timeline. 

So, *wahoooo* my author interview, featuring KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS, is coming up in the October issue of the e-magazine, UNCAGED REVIEWS 

Yes, progress has been made revising-expanding BLACK CAT BEAUTY, and I’m about to do the cover art form. I wanted to get to it today, but like I said, too many crazy-making things happened. ~big ole sighs~ 


Anyway, here’s six-paragraph snippet from BLACK CAT BEAUTY … Sable has been confronted by a black-arts Hollywood witch-bitch. 

“Do you think your amateurish use of magick can stop me from getting what I want? I can enslave you to my will as easily as crooking my little finger.” Demonstrating, sinister woman thrust her Grim Reaper hand in front of Sable’s eyes. 

“A big ole oops, witchie-poo, but you’re too late.” Sable dismissively shrugged one shoulder, then languidly tossed her waves of hair. “I’ve already been enslaved. Any advice for removing this collar?” 

For several instants, mean ole witchie-poo darkly gleamed her gaze directly at the collar. Then she stared at the matching bracelet. 

“Want to give it a magickal try?” Sable held up her wrist, twisting it so the bracelet slithered. To further taunt the Hollywood black witch, she moved her arm so the gems glittered in the spooky illumination of the neon disco lights. “Maybe a tiny bolt of lightning. Want to try?” 

Silent long enough for Sable to hear the lyrics “…love to love you, baby…” from the disco party happening behind her, witchie-poo finally tore her gaze away from the bracelet. 

“You’ll regret angering me, you stupid cunt bitch,” she snarled. Vile greenish streaks of light shot from her eyes. 



A private Halloween party in a gothic mansion hidden in the Hollywood Hills. Add one party crasher, Sable Kiki, a naughty black cat with a sexy wild human side. 
Her covert assignment from her devious, always-cunning father: use her seductive wiles to find out the truth from Devon Zant, a movie star on the rise to super stardom. 

Posing as the superhero actor, Devon Zant, D’Torr has arrived on Earth seeking revenge for the capture of his younger brother, and to assist in stopping a powerful enemy. 
The leviathan warfleet of the Altirrux wants rule of all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D’Torr’s race, and all the inhabitants of the rare blue jewel, Earth. 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

September 22, 2016

…pretending to be his obedient captive… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 1:06 am


*Official Calendar Autumn* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Okay, the 22nd is supposed to be the first full day of Autumn. Can anyone out there tell me what happened to the first three quarters of the year? ‘Cause wow, oh pow, I feel like I’m living in disappearing time. 

So, yes, I’m plugging away on revising-expanding BLACK CAT BEAUTY, and really like *am enjoying* the results. It’s a fascinating process to see where you were, and the progress you’ve made as a writer.  

Also, everything has been sent for my author interview in the October issue UNCAGED REVIEWS e-magazine yay! Next on my authorly plate is the cover art form for BLACK CAT BEAUTY’s new cover art. 

Forgive me, if I seem non-creative. However, fatigue has been a health issue recently…thus, I’m not too perky, or artful with words. 

Anyway, I’m looking forward to the SPOOKY FANG-TASTIC SEASON of promo-ing for two reasons. One, my own Halloween-themed erotic romances, and  two, I thoroughly enjoy the book offerings of other authors. It’s just fun. 

Here’s a short snippet from Chapter Eight of BLACK CAT BEAUTY, starring Sable and Devon … 

“Kitten.” He offered his hand, his expression expectant, dominant. Yet there was something of the gentleman in his gaze. 

Mentally, Sable sighed, even as she shook her hair back and sat up. Her long tresses tumbled all around her as she gave him the feline eye, then took hold of his hand. 

She would seek an opportunity to escape by hanging onto his arm—by pretending to be his obedient captive. Bastet, at least, for now. 

Once Sable stood before him, his eyes sparked to a diamond brilliance that astonished her cat soul. Who knew the Brykkitv male possessed such lightning-potent eyes? It’s not like she’d been around when her sister and Th’xyr were lustfully intimate. 

Regaining her cattitude, Sable struck a languorous pose totally in keeping with her essential nature as a woman. Grasping her hand within his, he leisurely studied her naked body. “Why didn’t you accept any of the men your father chose?” 

“Quite simple.” Moving closer, she stood on tiptoe, raising her face toward his ear. 



A private Halloween party in a gothic mansion hidden in the Hollywood Hills. Add one party crasher, Sable Kiki, a naughty black cat with a sexy wild human side. 
Her covert assignment from her devious, always-cunning father: use her seductive wiles to find out the truth from Devon Zant, a movie star on the rise to super stardom. 

Posing as the superhero actor, Devon Zant, D’Torr has arrived on Earth seeking revenge for the capture of his younger brother, and to assist in stopping a powerful enemy. 
The leviathan warfleet of the Altirrux wants rule of all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D’Torr’s race, and all the inhabitants of the rare blue jewel, Earth. 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

September 16, 2016

To Be Featured In UNCAGED REVIEWS… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 1:21 am


The ‘coming of Autumn’ howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Enjoy the Full Harvest Moon on Friday, and there’s a lunar eclipse. The night sky has been splendid, and my tame prairie is beautiful at this time of year. We’ve had some much-needed rain, and the little creek has filled with water. My two apple trees are just dropping some of their wonderful-tasting apples…yay! Truthfully, I can’t believe the end of summer is here…it’s as though summer didn’t really happen, in a way. 

Thus and so, I missed MY SEXY SATURDAY … when I went to sign up, the linky said it was closed, despite the fact it shouldn’t have been … no, the problem has not been diagnosed, whatever happened. ~shrugs~ 

Okay, I’ve been spending much of my writing time this past week on an author interview with UNCAGED REVIEWS for their October e-magazine. It’s been awhile since I’ve done any cyber interviews. KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS is being featured because Kandace, Zol and Zin’s erotic love story is Halloween-themed. ~smiles~ It’s certainly been fun to revisit their magickal and magickal-filled story. If I had the time I could write a follow-up. 

Trouble is, I just have too many other WIPS on my authorly plate. And, I so want to get BLACK CAT BEAUTY revised-expanded, then re-released. Sable and Devon’s erotic love story is a whole lot of HALLOWEEN fun too. Trying to word-capture their feelings/emotions and paint the picture of their story in a deeper way…yep, it’s a real challenge. 

I’d post a snippet from BLACK CAT BEAUTY. However, where I am in the story would be a ‘spoiler’. 

INSTEAD… Here’s last year’s flash scene at this time of year … 

September 15, 2015 

Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash.

Middle of September howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Here’s a continuation of my recent flash scene, One Shade of Silver Wolf.  Thundercloud figures the best way to meet Kailla is at Talbot Peak’s BBQ cookoff and faire. 


Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash.

Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash. What was he doing charging at the woman he wanted as his mate? 

She was human. Even if she liked wolves, was an animal lover, she couldn’t help but be frightened by a larger than average wolf running straight at her. Howls to Thor, even enclosed inside her minivan. 

Reluctance knifed to his bones, but Thundercloud forced himself to slow down. He loped at a speed that kept her in sight, and thanked the Great Wolf One the woman appeared to be headed into Talbot’s Peak, rather than bypassing the town, owned by shifters and various types of supernaturals. 

If her luscious scent hadn’t gripped his nose like a welcome vise, Thundercloud would have been salivating over the bounty of smoked-meat odors now wafting from the center of town. He’d planned on enjoying the Peak’s BBQ event, and a cold brew at Rattigan’s, after his run through the late summer fields and wild forested land. 

To that end, Thundercloud had stashed clothing at the Ice Creamery. He and Kalindi, the half-angel half-goddess owner, had become fast friends during the last year. Cosmic-oddly, their friendship began when there’d been a dispute over an organic milk supplier. The farmers group had run short. 

He and his six brothers owned and ran The Bohemian Thunder Club, located in Dante’s Pleasure Club complex. Their nightclub catered to women, and the men servers wore nothing but a loincloth. Often, the female clientele preferred cream and ice cream-based drink concoctions. 

Kalindi refused to backdown, hurling a lightning bolt when his older brother, Thunderbolt, had attempted to hijack the milk truck by persuading the driver with a sizeable bribe. Instinct and adrenalin possessed him, and his brother had returned lightning fire…but only way above Kalindi’s head. 

The very air crackled then, charged by their lightning-throwing battle. Thundercloud had stepped into the bolt-flying breach. He’d calmed the waters by profusely apologizing to Kalindi, even as Thunderbolt’s mate arrived on scene. 

Krystal’s mere presence instantly sobered Thunderbolt, and his brother deeply, gentlemanly apologized to Kalindi, then offered reparations. 

His own adrenaline fierce, Thundercloud followed the woman’s scent, and silently howled a whoop when he found her minivan parked at Talbot’s Peak Inn. On quiet paws, he trotted toward the check-in office, trailing her fragrance. He caught a few glances, but they were from other shifters. 

Not willing to resist, Thundercloud raised to his hind legs, and peered through the side window. Dangerous Curves Ahead did not apply only to a highway. His tongue lolled out, and he panted with lusty appreciation. 

He merely had a side view of her, but Howls to Freyja! Even her somewhat loose knit top and stylish pants couldn’t hide those blatant womanly curves. And her hair… Thundercloud stared. The copper-red color intensely gleamed, and had him wishing he’d already shifted to human form — improving his ability to see and enjoy the color. 

His future mate had the long length tied back in a ponytail. Yet, even with his wolfen eyes,  Thundercloud could see the exceptional thickness. Caught by the beautiful profile of her face as she slightly turned, he huffed in a large breath, and was hardly surprised when his balls ached, wanting to volcanically erupt. 

Before he busted through the window, Thundercloud gained his four paws, but hesitated. What was that? He cocked one ear, listening intently to his future mate as she spoke. 

“I was tired. But after seeing that super amazing wolf, and the yummy BBQ smells, I think I’ll take a walk, enjoy the booths, and get something to eat. Haven’t eaten a decent meal since being on the road.” 

That was all he needed. With the woman’s soft lovely voice singing through him, Thundercloud headed for the back door to Kalindi’s Ice Creamery. He could dress his human form, then stalk his to-be mate without stalking her. The BBQ cookoff and faire was a gods’ send. 

Thundercloud began planning how meet her human to human, then begin wooing the gorgeous woman. 


Unable to kick images of the large silvery wolf out of her thoughts, Kailla strolled along with the gathering crowd. The BBQ and smoking-meat smells beckoned her like a bevy of food sirens. Kailla figured she was far hungrier than she realized. But then, her stomach had been the last thing on her mind as she’d traveled to Talbot’s Peak. 

Determined to start her new life, Kailla plastered a friendly smile on her face. Soon she caught a colorful glimpse of the arts and crafts booths. Wow! This was definitely her kind of town. So far, anyway. 

As she passed by, on her way to the least busy BBQ vendor, Kailla scanned the various booths to decide which ones she wanted to check out. She frowned as the fifth booth she passed displayed more wolf-art products. What was with this town? Not like it was named Wolf Lake, Montana, or anything. 

Kailla paused in her steps, admiring the beautiful wood carvings of wolves… and, were those werewolves? Then, her eyebrows shot up as she gazed toward the back of the table. Carvings of wolves transforming into human, and vice versa… good gosh! They took their wolf culture here seriously. 

“Hey, Thunder-man, how are ya?” The artsy type guy sitting behind the table, that Kailla assumed was one of the carvers, spoke to someone over her shoulder. 

Who would be named Thunder…a biker type? Curious as the proverbial cat, still Kailla decided not to turn around and look. She was in no mood to deal with any man, let alone a rough-around-the-edges biker dude. 

“I’m doing quite well, Carl.” The man’s cultured yet deep-as-midnight voice caught her off guard. “I’ll be putting in another order soon. We sell a lot of your carvings at the club. The women love them.” 

“I’ve gotten in a new supply of Northern Maple and Tupelo…those silver-gray shades you like,” Carl enticed. 

Silver-gray shades of wood! Icy-hot shivers slid through Kailla, and she trembled from head to toe. Not to mention, her feet were suddenly glued to the sidewalk. 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

September 8, 2016

Mating Property… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 4:02 am

What a black-cat cool mask… 


Summer’s end howls and yowls, shapeshifter lover. 

The summery heat has returned to the tame prairie… wow, the most lovely butterflies are everywhere now, and the land is preparing for autumn, then the wintertime. 

So, I sent an email to Amanda Kelsey, cover art goddess, to find out if she could do the new cover art for BLACK CAT BEAUTY … if not, I’ll be looking elsewhere for a comparable cover artist … slow going on revising and expanding this Halloween paranormal erotic romance, starring Sable and Devon … and I’ve been suffering from some fatigue, which, of course, doesn’t help… still, I’m steadily working to git’r done for a Halloween re-release… Meanwhile, all sorts of other writerly projects are in play and planning and research. It is really frustrating not to be able write every romance story that comes to mind. ~big long sigh~ Plus, I’d sure like to spend more time creating Wolf Peak Territory stories. 

Anyway… here’s a snippet from Black Cat Beauty 

Chapter Five: 
Mating Property of a Brykkitv Male 

A taunt, a promise, and something else in the low purr that was his voice—instinctively, Sable trembled inside. Who was he? What was he? 

She wanted to claw Devon Zant until he confessed all. But the strength of his cock, his thrusts penetrating her beautifully— Bastet, he pleased her and paralyzed her. 
In the throes of fiercest passion, she squeezed his wrists, her nails sinking into his flesh. 

“Mark me,” he rasped. His passion sounded raw, brutal to her ears. 

Immediately her claws flexed, and she gripped him hard. What?! She couldn’t bloody his superior flesh. 

His super-flesh.

His bulletproof flesh. His claw-proof flesh.

Oh Bast, no! 



A private Halloween party in a gothic mansion hidden in the Hollywood Hills. Add one party crasher, Sable Kiki, a naughty black cat with a sexy wild human side. 
Her covert assignment from her devious, always-cunning father: use her seductive wiles to find out the truth from Devon Zant, a movie star on the rise to super stardom. 

Posing as the superhero actor, Devon Zant, D’Torr has arrived on Earth seeking revenge for the capture of his younger brother, and to assist in stopping a powerful enemy. 
The leviathan warfleet of the Altirrux wants rule of all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D’Torr’s race, and all the inhabitants of the rare blue jewel, Earth. 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

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