ShapeShifter Kisses

September 22, 2016

…pretending to be his obedient captive… by Savanna Kougar

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

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

*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 ~uncagedbooks.blogspot.com~ 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. 

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~Blurb~  

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

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

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 ~uncagedbooks.blogspot.com~ 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. 

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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. 

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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… 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION


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! 

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~Blurb~  

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 2, 2016

Holy catnap, what a splendiferous human… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 2:38 am


Another day in Moonrise Lake, Montana … during last winter. ~smiles~ 

Waning Summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

The most lovely *cool dry breeze* day on the tame prairie… I love the kind of gentle breezes, like kisses and caresses on your skin… yes, the signs of Autumn are beginning here… the color of the foliage is changing… plant growth is slowing… the days are, of course, shortening… and no, I’m not looking forward to winter itself…and gosh, isn’t time flying like superman? 

So, on the promo front, the new online mag, Uncaged Book Reviews, has been released, and I joined in on the MY SEXY SATURDAY page ad.  Given I enjoyed reading through the first issue, I bet I enjoy this one too. 

***Welcome to Issue 2, September 2016 Issue of Uncaged Book Reviews!
Featuring authors, Linda Rae Sande, Victoria Vane, Bernard DeLeo, Zoe Forward and Katherine McIntyre! Enjoy the issue!
http://uncagedbooks.blogspot.com/2016/08/uncaged-book-reviews-issue-2-september.html
https://issuu.com/cyreneolson/docs/uncaged_issue2_sept2016_final*** 

Also, erotic romance author, Kate Hill ~http://kate-hill.com/blog~ is having a month long Halloween celebration on her blog, and I sent her the info on KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS, which is scheduled for October 13. Lots of Halloween-fun-scary authors will be featured. ~wicked grins~ 

Yes, the revision-expansion of BLACK CAT BEAUTY continues… going fine, but slow… ’cause, I’m fine-tuning so much, and there’s always the life stuff that gets in the way… but yes, I’ve grown as an author since the Sable and Devon’s love story was first epublished… thus, I’m using my current skill level to improve their Halloween erotic romance. 

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Here are six paragraphs from BLACK CAT BEAUTY, Chapter Four ~ 


Holy catnap, what a splendiferous human bedroom! Pools of ephemeral illumination revealed a majestic high-domed suite. Elaborate furnishings in several French antique styles had been upholstered in all shades of gray and silver. 

Burgundy red pillows and carpeting accented the silverish brocade and velvet fabrics all around her. As Devon continued carrying her, seemingly with no effort at all, Sable swiveled her head several times attempting to see everything. 

“Like it, kitten?” he smoky-growled near her human ear. 

Sable trembled inside, desire capturing her again. Bastet, how male-irresistible was Devon Zant? 

Bending at the waist, he laid her on the edge of an unusually tall bed. Obviously, Mr. Superhero actor also liked sleeping on a humongous-sized mattress. 

From the feel through her costume, she lay on top of a sumptuous velvet bedspread. In sensual control, Devon kept her legs twined around his thighs. He caressed up and down her thighs with passionate appreciation. 

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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

August 25, 2016

Rrwwrr. She drew in his scent… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 3:53 pm


Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Mild Summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Wow, today on the tame prairie I just saw two different types of wild bees feeding on these magnificent blessed thistle plants that are growing along my half-mile drive … their flowers are this lovely shade of purple-orchid, and just beautiful… and yes, blessed thistle is definitely prickly. I do wish I knew how to harvest them since they are a wonderful medicinal plant. Sure, there’s the internet where I could find the info. Truthfully, I’m just too worn out keeping up with everything else that needs to get done. But I am so glad the bees are busily feeding, given the current sad situation of the massive bee depopulation.

So, on the promo front for WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL, I managed to get a blog written for THE ROMANCE STUDIO ~http://blogs.theromancestudio.info/2016/08/24/new-shapeshifter-erotic-romance-release-waiting-for-a-filly-girl~ … yep, letting more readers know about my latest release.

Okay, also, BLACK CAT BEAUTY is being revised-expanded, and I’m breaking the story down into more chapters. I am so hoping I can get everything done in time for Halloween, since Sable and Devon’s erotic love story is a Halloween-themed novella.  And, as I mentioned before, I’m going to need new cover art, since I don’t own the current cover.

Anyhoo, I’ve also been doing a lot of research via Pinterest on Celtic-Viking images… there are a lot of reenactment groups out there. Talk about fascinating, and it is so cool seeing the photos, the art, etc.  This is for my ‘secret project’ story.

Yep, the creativity is flowing like a crashing, splashing waterfall… I just wish I had a way to keep up, and get much more writing done. And as I stated before, the WOLF PEAK TERRITORY stories are competing for their fair share of time. I love the SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION world I helped to build, and now exclusively build via my own divergent timeline.

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Here are six paragraphs from BLACK CAT BEAUTY at the end of Chapter Two ~ 

Rrwwrr. She drew in his scent, careful not to overwhelm herself—easily done in this topsider culture. Ignoring the expensive men’s cologne he used, she inhaled the smell of his oh-so powerful virility.

Give me some more…he’s purring yummy.

Sliding her hand along the polished wood banister, Sable gradually mounted the staircase. His gaze smoldered over her, and she swayed even more teasingly.

Beneath his unwavering scrutiny, her breasts rounded, and became heavier. Her nipples peaked into tight buds, and Sable knew they were outlined by the black gleaming stretch fabric of her costume.

For a human male, Devon Zant’s allure was far more ferocious than she’d ever experienced. Goddess Bastet be praised.

Or, Bastet guide her. Was trouble lurking, just waiting to snap her up in its Megalodon-like jaws?

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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

August 12, 2016

New Release ~ WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL ~ Erotic Romance

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 11:45 pm

 

Available at ~ SMASHWORDS Premium Catalog ~ ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS ~ AMAZON KINDLE

A ShapeShifter Seduction Erotic Romance Novel 

 
A passion that cannot be denied…

A woman banished from her realm…

A man who will fight for love no matter the cost…
 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl.
Will they live happily ever after?
In Wolf Peak territory anything is possible.
 
 BLURB:


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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Warning: Unbridled passions, including whipped cream and pumpkin pie. Yes, absolutely, there’s adult language and explicit sexuality, including black leather and a riding crop.
Also…
Super-soldier action scenes. Exotic weaponry. A massive drone attack on Wolf Peak Territory by the Ophylus, the secret, octopus-like cabal determined to exterminate every last shifter on planet Earth.
But watch out! The Peak’s dragons have their own scorched drone policy.
And…
A large cast of secondary characters, from a real-estate agent witch who spies for Dante, the territory’s alpha wolf leader—to Dugger, a dingo dog shifter from down under.

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Chapter Three:
The Blue-Sky Blues


I’ve got the blue-sky blues. Keina soared high above the splendidly wild terrain of the Montana valley. Even in this remote area, she remained in her air horse form.

Being visible to Earthers was too risky. To neigh-say the least. Keeping her horse hide intact, away from the gene-engineering  mad scientists…well, even with her psi-powers, Keina knew she had to be ultra careful.

Hoping to lift her spirits, she winged over the majestic valley, over the blazing autumn colors. Yet, the ruthless ache still consumed her heart.

Flubergastov! An evil dragon might as well claw it from her chest.

For the fourth time now, she’d been banished. Once again, through no fault of her own. Tears welled up inside her.

No good deed goes unpunished, as she’d heard on Earth.

Instead of a month or three months on Earth, this time the penalty was unprecedented. Six sky-immense months away from her beloved family, away from the meadow-rolling lands of Equirion.

Overwhelmed by the wrongs done to her, Keina shuddered from her horse muzzle to the tip of her long flowing tail. She could understand the prior misunderstandings, given she’d refused to identify those really involved. And, truth, she’d clouded the minds of the court judges.

This time, though…double flubergastov, how long would she be tormented by the King’s terrible-scowling countenance? By how he aimed his scepter, then pronounced unfair judgment upon her.

Before Keina could dissolve the scene, it played out again. King Zhvorc spun, his richly decorated robes snapping around him. With a glare that could have turned a barrel of apples rotten, he pointed to his travel portal.

…love will find you…his final words echoed through her. From the corner of her eye, she’d watched him depart the throne room, his bearing unbending, righteous as ever.

Sadness, vibrational chaos owned Keina, and she plummeted despite her airy frequency. Flapping her wings, she rapidly stabilized herself.

Keina focused on the beauty below. Wise, sky-soaring pine trees, yellow-gold Aspens, and the mountain floor, everything glistened breathtakingly in the early afternoon sunlight.

Flubergastov! Was it her doing that the disgusting, lascivious Prince Tretorff followed her on stealthy feet after the Fall Equinox ball at the King’s castle? The slime-poop attempted to force his unwanted, stinky-sour-breath attentions on her once she stood before her chamber door.

They’d practically wrestled, with Keina twisting furiously as she fought off Tretorff’s grasping, tentacle like arms. When his hands grabbed at her like angry snapping turtles, she’d whirled out of reach.

But the sleazeoid Prince snorted and charged, rabid to mount her. Desperate to escape, repulsed beyond belief, Keina instantly morphed her lower half.

Her silk gown ripped, a searing sound that tore at her. She’d spent hours hand-sewing the lovely garment, and dreaming of the festive enchantment that was the annual ball.

Enraged, her blood on boil, Keina aimed her back hoof. She launched a kick at the Prince’s bulging crotch.

Strike the spike! Kick the ugly stick! She won.

Spinning to face the now wimpified stud, Keina whinny-shouted her triumph. Tretorff’s unmanly shrieks drowned her out, all while he grabbed his cock and balls with both hands.

With his eyes popping out like a virgin filly, he’d backed away, only turning around when she didn’t rush to attack him. Swiftly morphing to full human again, Keina watched him run down the long hallway, his gait hilariously awkward.

Relief swamped her, and she laughed hysterically. At the time, Keina had laughed so hard, and for so long, she’d finally collapsed against the door. As she hiccuped chuckles, her legs buckled, and she slid to the floor.

Now high in the Montana sky, Keina circled. Given her air form was merged with the wind current, she cruised above the color-glorious, old-growth forest.

Earlier in the day, she’d discovered an isolated meadow with plant varieties that tempted her horse palate. Hungry for the sun-warmed blooms and greens that still grew during the colder weather, Keina descended skimming over the treetops.

The sudden sight of a brawny-built man, who was obviously a hunter, halted her in mid-flight. Keina floated lower. Empathy for the prey he stalked soon overcame her.

If she could interfere…save a life…

Careful to remain invisible, Keina positioned herself above the man. Astonishment jolted her. How odd! The hunter’s face—the closer view of his physique—reminded her of the life size statues in the Garden of Ancients.

Keina had never observed a human who so closely resembled the progenitors of the Celtic gods. The difference…she judged the hunter’s height to be just over six feet, whereas the gods of her realm had been over thirteen foot tall.

According to song and legend, these gods and goddesses had sired and birthed their own lineage of humans. Was she staring at one of their descendants?

The need to know flash-fired through her.

Keina studied the man’s powerfully carved, noble features. Finding herself entranced, she hovered, her energy-wings beating against the ethers.

Given the man hunted in the middle of shapeshifter territory, she sensed for his animal side. Nothing tingled. No image formed in her mind.

Yet…Goddess Equine, he was beyond other humans in some way she didn’t understand.

Did he know?

The way he negotiated the forest, following the signs and tracks, Keina thought of him as a high-performance human. Oh, and whinny-yum, his athletic strength was impressive.

Deciding to take no direct action against him like a swift kick to the head, Keina searched her mind for another plan. Silently, she landed behind a stand of trees, then phased to her Pegasus self.

Not seconds later, she heard the distressed gobble of a wild turkey, and knew. She charged toward the sound.

Flubergastov, she hoped her mythical appearance would shock the hunter into not firing. Or misfiring.

Able to alter her frequency quick as a gust of wind, Keina owned no concern for her welfare. The hunter’s bullet would harmlessly pass through her.

There he was! The turkey desperately flapped his wings in an attempt to escape.

Keina raced in front of the hunter’s line of sight. No cracking sound of a bullet. He hadn’t fired.

Knowing she’d saved the wild bird, her instinct kicked in, and Keina galloped straight for the mountain cliff. With his level of expertise, the hunter could track her, even though she partially floated over the ground.

In her run past him, she’d glimpsed his energy matrix. Because this was the way of her kind, Keina psi-witnessed the man’s warrior courage, his formidable will—and, that he already dealt with the supernatural world.

The instant he followed her hoof prints, her matrix strings hummed a warning. To observe him, Keina launched from the edge of the cliff. She morphed to invisible, sailing over the mountain valley again.

Banking a tight turn over the area, she waited for the unusual human. No doubt, fascination roped her, and pulled.

Once the hunter appeared, having tracked her to the cliff’s edge, Keina drifted close to him. Compelled beyond any misgivings, she allowed herself to merge with his thoughts.

Oh flubergastov no! She’d deprived his family of needed food.

To make her actions worse, she’d dishonored him and his family by interfering with their traditional and honored celebration. Another punishable offense in her home realm.

Keina frequency-shivered violently. Still, she managed to keep her vibratory rate high enough, remaining in her ethereal state.

How was she going make this right? How?

Still shaking, she hovered and slowly reached for him with her wing. Gathering her courage, Keina caressed his square jaw with the tips of her feathers.

When she knew he felt the stroke of her wingtip, Keina spoke to his mind. Even if the hunter didn’t hear her message, his heart would know the apology coming from her heart.

So she hoped.

Somehow, some way, she’d find a way to make his Thanksgiving celebration a good one. For him, and his family.

With resolve now ruling her, Keina gradually backed away. Since she needed to know, she searched his mind for the precise location of his home.

Bingo-bango, in seconds she had it memorized and mapped. The solitary cabin sat on a long slope of ground, amid Lodgepole Pines, Spruce, and elder Aspen trees.

Keina ascended fast. That is, after a last look at the man’s handsome face. Mmm, yes yum, his hunk-sexy stubble did quivery things to her.

There just had to be a suitable turkey available somewhere. She’d check every shop. And since she had the Pegasus wings—Keina smiled to herself—it wouldn’t take long to reach her temporary home on Earth, and start the search.

Strongly flapping, Keina streaked through the sky toward Billings, Montana, where she’d rented a small apartment, and pretended to be human.

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Sexcerpt ~

…A “no” squeaked out, and before Keina realized it, she’d shaken her head.

“No?” Alarm, disappointment owned Drev’s voice. His hold on her loosened.

“Not you,” Keina hastily corrected. She raised her head to meet his gaze. “The King’s visage…he…well, it’s torture to remember.” She pressed a kiss to his sandpapery chin. “Mmmm…I like your stubble, hunter.”

“This King in your realm, I don’t like him intimidating my girl.”

My girl. Keina trembled within.

The truth, oh yes, she wanted to be his. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to be claimed by him—feel him lunging inside her. His stud-hard cock jutted against her jean-covered pussy.

Drev hugged her close again. His body heat warmed her sex-o-liciously, and Keina stroked her hands up the back of his neck. She slid her fingers into his thick hair, then slowly loosened the band, pulling it off, freeing his mane.

“A boss stallion. My kind of man.” She throatily spoke, her lips still against his chin.

Keina combed her fingers through the long strands of his hair, and also teased him by languidly undulating against his magnificent and stud-superior torso.

“Please, kiss me again, Drev.”

He seized her lips, his kiss on the untamed side. Hungrily, his mouth moved over hers, possessing, persuading, and so fierce.

Fisting his mane, she clamped her legs around his waist. Goddess Equine, she sizzled down to her clit.

Wild for his masterful and talented lips, Keina returned his kisses with her own frenzied mouth. Their lips tangled, caressed, and erotically played in ways she’d never experienced. Yet, had always desired.

At the same time their upper bodies felt as though they couldn’t be separated.

With an impassioned growl, Drev stroked his large hands over her ass. His hold engulfed her haunches, arousing Keina further—passionately flaming her insides.
Kissing her hard, he cupped her butt, his grip dominant, and oh-so sexy. Keina reveled in how absolutely feminine he made her feel. Joyously, running-free feminine.

Lost to all reason, she moaned, then danced more fast kisses over his boldly shaped mouth. Keeping hold of her ass, Drev glided his thumbs over her thighs. The sensual strokes heightened her pleasure, and only increased her unbridled need for him.

As she sinuously moved against his chest, Keina feverishly fastened her lips to his. The delicious friction awakened her breasts further. Now pleasure competed with the torment of wanting him, of wanting Drev’s hands, his mouth all over her breasts.

“Woman,” he rasped.

Drev nipped her bottom lip. For instants, they stilled, their rapid pants crashing together. Then, their tongue tips touched, slowly exploring. Moments later, the points of their tongues pushed against each other in a contest of passion.

“You’re driving me crazy, Keina,” Drev hoarsely murmured against her lips.

His tongue dived inside her mouth. To a beautiful torrid rhythm, their tongues twined, tasted each other, and fondled.

When the pace quickened, Keina dirty-danced her tongue against his, as she thought of it.  To a sultry beat, she rubbed her aroused nipples against his chest.

Recently, she’d entertained herself with the Patrick Swayze movie, “Dirty Dancing.” Alone in her apartment, she’d practiced the suggestive moves, and invented her own. Nothing like that style of dance existed in Equirion.

No man like Drev existed either.

With excitement blazing through her, Keina untangled her tongue from his, and nipped so her teeth lightly grazed his chin. She slid her lips along his stubbly jawline until she could nibble his earlobe.

Drev crushed her against him. “Damn, I’m about to bust out of these pants, woman.”

Keina rocked her pussy on his hard-charging cock. “I’m steamy hot,” she whispered into his ear.

Drev placed several seductive kisses on the side of her neck. “Clothes.” He panted the word against her skin. “We don’t need them, do we?”

Keina grabbed the hem of his Henley knit shirt, jerking it upwards. Before she could unwrap her legs from his waist, Drev bolted across the room. Keina found herself pressed against a smooth warm wall.

With hurried tugs, she pulled Drev’s shirt off one arm, then over his head. She stripped it off his other arm. Where it dropped she had not a clue.

She clung to his bare, muscle-bulging shoulders. Relishing the ultra hunky feel of him, Keina covered his chest with kisses. Ravaging kisses.

“No fair,” he ground out. With a firm shove on her shoulders, Drev pinned her against the wall. His mouth smashed against hers in another delirious-making kiss, even as his fingers impatiently undid the buttons on her shirt.

Before she knew it, Drev slipped the garment from her shoulders and arms. A cool draft of air brushed her exposed breasts, and Keina felt her nipples pebble more.

Breathless, wanton, she arched. Her breasts flattened against the muscle-carved heat of his chest, causing arousal to zing through her.

“Boots,” she burst out. “Take them off, please.”

Drev loosened the ties, sliding them off her feet, and Keina heard the thunk as her boots hit the floor. Immediately, she planted her heels on the solid strength of Drev’s ass.

She rubbed her slick sex on his six-pack abdomen, and writhed against him.  “Your pants, take them off, hunter.”

“Anything you want.” Drev secured her against him with one arm. Keina shivered inside at his warrior strength—red-hot shivered.

Obviously in the throes of lust, he bent to the side, keeping his hand beneath her butt. After a brief struggle with his zipper, Drev shoved at his pants, while half-hopping and contorting his body.

The instant he stepped out of them, and straightened, his cockhead thrust against the crotch of her jeans.

“Stud,” she throatily praised.

“Hang on to my neck, darlin’. You’re comin’ out of those denims.”

“Coming is right.” Keina panted her words as she threw her arms around his neck.

Drev clamped her waist with his hands lifting so her legs released his waist. “Hang on,” he raspy encouraged.

His thumbs slid beneath the waistband, and with quick finesse, he unzipped her jeans. He peeled them over her hips and thighs. Gravity did the rest.

Keina swung her legs up, surrounding his waist again. The crown of his cock penetrated her juicy folds, torch-hot penetrated. Yet he didn’t buck inside her.

Instead he seized her hair, and gave a passionate yank. With her lips beneath his, he growled, “I want more.”

Flubergastov! Deep in his eyes, gold and emerald exploded into sparks.

Blistered on the inside, and stunned by his power, Keina did some exploding of her own. Her desire flamed way out of control.

“Please, hunter, my breasts want you.”

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 Welcome To Wolf Peak Territory

Enter the Shapeshifter/Supernaturals Town of Moonrise Lake, Montana

Howls and Yowls, Welcome To the Interspecies Pleasure Club

~Dare To Dream Your Wildest Desire~


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BEWARE and TAKE CARE! Wolf Peak Territory is home to Shapeshifters of all types and stripes … to Supernaturals of every imaginable and unimaginable kind … to Extraterrestrials, Interdimensionals, Those from Inner Worlds … and home to several ancient, powerful goddesses and gods, and their descendants.
[Not all those living in Wolf Peak Territory are featured in this book.]

NOTE: This fictional shapeshifter/supernatural world, and all the characters within this world, are under copyright.
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Available at ~ SMASHWORDS Premium Catalog ~ ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS ~ AMAZON KINDLE
 
 
Publisher: Purple Silk Books

Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey

Novel: 75, 500 words approximately

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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 

 

Savanna

 Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

July 30, 2016

Cover Reveal ~ WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL~ Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 3:03 am

A ShapeShifter Seduction Erotic Romance

A Big Thank You! To Cover Artist, Amanda Kelsey ~razzdazzdesign.com~

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak Territory anything is possible.

Blurb:

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 convinces 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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BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506268940242484050  Wishing you romance on the wild side…

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

July 21, 2016

WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL ~ Cover Art Coming Soon ~ Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 10:56 pm

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION~


One of Keina’s relatives in her realm, Equirion.


Sultry summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Yep, the heat is rising but it’s the humidity which is the energy killer. For the first time in ten years, I did some major mowing…like a mile of mowing my jungly gravel drive yesterday. Okay, I did push it too far, and nearly collapsed. I had to lie down on the ground for awhile. Fortunately, there are beautiful shade trees, and my breathing finally went back to normal, as did my heart rate. So, here I am, still alive and kicking whenever possible.
One good thing I discovered, powdered Sage leaf tastes good in my hot chocolate herbal brews. The herb Sage helps in hot weather, keeping your body more regulated as far as sweating in this humid heat. Sage has a whole list of medicinal properties, one of them being a good remedy for the heart. If I just had more time and energy, I get a large patch of Sage growing…like I had at one time in a different place. The plant is gorgeous with those purple flowers. You know, Purple Sage.
So, I am ultra excited about the cover art for WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL. Last couple of days, Amanda Kelsey ~razzdazzdesign.com~ has e-sent two mockups, both of them gorgeous. However, not quite what I want, yet. It’s close, though! Amanda does such fabulous artistic-type covers. I adore them.
Also, I am fine-tooth editing FILLY GIRL…and looking for those left out words, etc. Of course, I’m in love with Keina and Drev’s erotic love story, I hope readers will be as well. There’s lots of body-heat passion, lots of lovin’, including romantic scenes. And! Since I love epic action-fight scenes with big ole bad villains/villainesses…yep, enjoy the action-ride.
And don’t forget, Keina and Drev’s love story is set in my fictional world of Wolf Peak Territory…so, look for those secondary characters. Of course, there’s an erotic scene inside Dante’s Interspecies Pleasure Club.
If you’re interested, I went ahead and copied my CAST OF CHARACTERS file to a page of this blog, titled: Wolf Peak Territory ~ Cast of Characters. It’s just a rough listing of those who star in my shapeshifter flash fiction scenes, and many of those who starred in HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS. I’d like to do more worldbuilding, flesh my shapeshifter/paranormal world out, but time just runs out these days.
I have a whole bunch o’ WIPS set in Wolf Peak Territory that I wish I could finish, and epublish. Who knows? Maybe the Fates will be kind in the future.
And yes, I am writing on a couple of WIPS with the intention of epubbing them.

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Instead of the first chapter, I’m going with Chapter Three as one excerpt.  The Sexcerpt, I haven’t decided on yet. 

Chapter Three:
The Blue-Sky Blues 


I’ve got the blue-sky blues. Keina soared high above the splendidly wild terrain of the Montana valley. Even in this remote area, she remained in her air horse form.

Being visible to Earthers was too risky. To neigh-say the least. Keeping her horse hide intact, away from the gene-engineering  mad scientists…well, even with her psi-powers, Keina knew she had to be ultra careful.

Hoping to lift her spirits, she winged over the majestic valley, over the blazing autumn colors. Yet, the ruthless ache still consumed her heart.

Flubergastov! An evil dragon might as well claw it from her chest.

For the fourth time now, she’d been banished. Once again, through no fault of her own. Tears welled up inside her.

No good deed goes unpunished, as she’d heard on Earth.

Instead of a month or three months on Earth, this time the penalty was unprecedented. Six sky-immense months away from her beloved family, away from the meadow-rolling lands of Equirion.

Overwhelmed by the wrongs done to her, Keina shuddered from her horse muzzle to the tip of her long flowing tail. She could understand the prior misunderstandings, given she’d refused to identify those really involved. And, truth, she’d clouded the minds of the court judges.

This time, though…double flubergastov, how long would she be tormented by the King’s terrible-scowling countenance? By how he aimed his scepter, then pronounced unfair judgment upon her.

Before Keina could dissolve the scene, it played out again. King Zhvorc spun, his richly decorated robes snapping around him. With a glare that could have turned a barrel of apples rotten, he pointed to his travel portal.

…love will find you…his final words echoed through her. From the corner of her eye, she’d watched him depart the throne room, his bearing unbending, righteous as ever.

Sadness, vibrational chaos owned Keina, and she plummeted despite her airy frequency. Flapping her wings, she rapidly stabilized herself.

Keina focused on the beauty below. Wise, sky-soaring pine trees, yellow-gold Aspens, and the mountain floor, everything glistened breathtakingly in the early afternoon sunlight.

Flubergastov! Was it her doing that the disgusting, lascivious Prince Tretorff followed her on stealthy feet after the Fall Equinox ball at the King’s castle? The slime-poop attempted to force his unwanted, stinky-sour-breath attentions on her once she stood before her chamber door.

They’d practically wrestled, with Keina twisting furiously as she fought off Tretorff’s grasping, tentacle like arms. When his hands grabbed at her like angry snapping turtles, she’d whirled out of reach.

But the sleazeoid Prince snorted and charged, rabid to mount her. Desperate to escape, repulsed beyond belief, Keina instantly morphed her lower half.

Her silk gown ripped, a searing sound that tore at her. She’d spent hours hand-sewing the lovely garment, and dreaming of the festive enchantment that was the annual ball.

Enraged, her blood on boil, Keina aimed her back hoof. She launched a kick at the Prince’s bulging crotch.

Strike the spike! Kick the ugly stick! She won.

Spinning to face the now wimpified stud, Keina whinny-shouted her triumph. Tretorff’s unmanly shrieks drowned her out, all while he grabbed his cock and balls with both hands.

With his eyes popping out like a virgin filly, he’d backed away, only turning around when she didn’t rush to attack him. Swiftly morphing to full human again, Keina watched him run down the long hallway, his gait hilariously awkward.

Relief swamped her, and she laughed hysterically. At the time, Keina had laughed so hard, and for so long, she’d finally collapsed against the door. As she hiccuped chuckles, her legs buckled, and she slid to the floor.

Now high in the Montana sky, Keina circled. Given her air form was merged with the wind current, she cruised above the color-glorious, old-growth forest.

Earlier in the day, she’d discovered an isolated meadow with plant varieties that tempted her horse palate. Hungry for the sun-warmed blooms and greens that still grew during the colder weather, Keina descended skimming over the treetops.

The sudden sight of a brawny-built man, who was obviously a hunter, halted her in mid-flight. Keina floated lower. Empathy for the prey he stalked soon overcame her.

If she could interfere…save a life…

Careful to remain invisible, Keina positioned herself above the man. Astonishment jolted her. How odd! The hunter’s face—the closer view of his physique—reminded her of the life size statues in the Garden of Ancients.

Keina had never observed a human who so closely resembled the progenitors of the Celtic gods. The difference…she judged the hunter’s height to be just over six feet, whereas the gods of her realm had been over thirteen foot tall.

According to song and legend, these gods and goddesses had sired and birthed their own lineage of humans. Was she staring at one of their descendants?

The need to know flash-fired through her.

Keina studied the man’s powerfully carved, noble features. Finding herself entranced, she hovered, her energy-wings beating against the ethers.

Given the man hunted in the middle of shapeshifter territory, she sensed for his animal side. Nothing tingled. No image formed in her mind.

Yet…Goddess Equine, he was beyond other humans in some way she didn’t understand.

Did he know?

The way he negotiated the forest, following the signs and tracks, Keina thought of him as a high-performance human. Oh, and whinny-yum, his athletic strength was impressive.

Deciding to take no direct action against him like a swift kick to the head, Keina searched her mind for another plan. Silently, she landed behind a stand of trees, then phased to her Pegasus self.

Not seconds later, she heard the distressed gobble of a wild turkey, and knew. She charged toward the sound.

Flubergastov, she hoped her mythical appearance would shock the hunter into not firing. Or misfiring.

Able to alter her frequency quick as a gust of wind, Keina owned no concern for her welfare. The hunter’s bullet would harmlessly pass through her.

There he was! The turkey desperately flapped his wings in an attempt to escape.

Keina raced in front of the hunter’s line of sight. No cracking sound of a bullet. He hadn’t fired.

Knowing she’d saved the wild bird, her instinct kicked in, and Keina galloped straight for the mountain cliff. With his level of expertise, the hunter could track her, even though she partially floated over the ground.

In her run past him, she’d glimpsed his energy matrix. Because this was the way of her kind, Keina psi-witnessed the man’s warrior courage, his formidable will—and, that he already dealt with the supernatural world.

The instant he followed her hoof prints, her matrix strings hummed a warning. To observe him, Keina launched from the edge of the cliff. She morphed to invisible, sailing over the mountain valley again.

Banking a tight turn over the area, she waited for the unusual human. No doubt, fascination roped her, and pulled.

Once the hunter appeared, having tracked her to the cliff’s edge, Keina drifted close to him. Compelled beyond any misgivings, she allowed herself to merge with his thoughts.

Oh flubergastov no! She’d deprived his family of needed food.

To make her actions worse, she’d dishonored him and his family by interfering with their traditional and honored celebration. Another punishable offense in her home realm.

Keina frequency-shivered violently. Still, she managed to keep her vibratory rate high enough, remaining in her ethereal state.

How was she going make this right? How?

Still shaking, she hovered and slowly reached for him with her wing. Gathering her courage, Keina caressed his square jaw with the tips of her feathers.

When she knew he felt the stroke of her wingtip, Keina spoke to his mind. Even if the hunter didn’t hear her message, his heart would know the apology coming from her heart.

So she hoped.

Somehow, some way, she’d find a way to make his Thanksgiving celebration a good one. For him, and his family.

With resolve now ruling her, Keina gradually backed away. Since she needed to know, she searched his mind for the precise location of his home.

Bingo-bango, in seconds she had it memorized and mapped. The solitary cabin sat on a long slope of ground, amid Lodgepole Pines, Spruce, and elder Aspen trees.

Keina ascended fast. That is, after a last look at the man’s handsome face. Mmm, yes yum, his hunk-sexy stubble did quivery things to her.

There just had to be a suitable turkey available somewhere. She’d check every shop. And since she had the Pegasus wings—Keina smiled to herself—it wouldn’t take long to reach her temporary home on Earth, and start the search.

Strongly flapping, Keina streaked through the sky toward Billings, Montana, where she’d rented a small apartment, and pretended to be human.

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Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

July 8, 2016

Sensual Sabotage…Arriving On the Space Pleasure Cruiser ~ Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 2:22 am
Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~

Pic from White Wolf : Native American Actor Rick Mora Helps Abandoned Huskies To Find New Homes

Yes, Rick Mora resembles my latest hero, First Chief Dolozhan Venturri.  

Summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

How’s summer treating you? Wow, the Fourth celebration on the tame prairie was four days of boom-boom fireworks, some literally sounded like bombs [okay, the NSA will likely key on the word ‘bombs’, but so it goes in this beyond-insane world].
Okay, I have a big, high-wheel mower on the way…it was on sale…so, I stretched the credit thing…anyway, hopefully my health will hold up, and I can do what I call creative mowing, or leaving much of the wildflowers and herb-medicine plants uncut… plus, I want the precious butterflies and bees, the wildlife, to have enough food. Speaking of, it’s been interesting listening to the deer at night…or one time I surprised, I think it was a doe, when I opened my mailbox—there’s a lightly wooded area at the end of the pasture—anyway, she let out a sound of warning I’d never heard before. And no, I won’t be trying to tame any of the wild critters around here because I want them to retain their flight instincts. There are hunters, and if the supply of food goes south, or there’s hyperinflation…well, the wild critters deserve a fighting chance.
So, I’m continuing to write on my latest WIP, Sensual Sabotage…the hero’s character traits, who he is, is starting to unfold. I’m wondering if he’s some type of shapeshifter…? We’ll see. ~grins~
What I do know, he’s a high-level officer on a space sex-pleasure cruiser, which is beyond amazing in scope and the luxuries provided. However, our heroine, never intended to be on this pleasure ship…but due to unexpected circumstances…

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Here’s a *raw, unedited* peek of what has been written on  Chapter Three… so far…

With a slight bow, he pivots toward…wow! It is a coach—ebony in color with gilt scrolling, and rather Victorian in design.

The door swings open at our approach revealing rich, wine-red upholstery. In gentlemanly fashion the commander stands aside, and I step inside. Since the luxurious bench seats are the same in appearance, I hold my breath, choose a side and sit down.

What incredible comfort.  Without thought, I sink deeper and a sigh escapes. It’s been years since I could afford such furniture, like most on my ex-homeplanet.

Once he seats himself opposite me, the Commander touches an inobvious button, and we shoot straight up. I barely notice the movement, yet see the upper levels flash by from the corner of my eye.

“I would offer refreshments, Ms. Wyzex. However, this will be quite the short trip.” 

“Kind of you. A question if I may.”

“Of course.” His expression is one of gentle amusement. His body language suggests he is open, and somewhat indulgent.

“Other than blood, how do you fund your pleasure cruises? I’m not that familiar with your culture…other than your people have a good reputation in the galaxy at large.”

“Natural abundance. We believe in creating all that is needed, and desired by society as a whole. Our people give what they don’t need, or use—food, fabrics, materials for shelter. And there is trade, individual to individual, as well as huge trading marts, bazaars you might call them.”

He folds his arms in a loose manner. “We do use gem and rare-metal jewelry as a currency. This is true onboard ship for products and pleasures beyond a certain level of general prosperity—where trade is not viable.”

“My universal card is useless, right?”

He arches a dark brow. “Women are always taken care of, Ms. Wyzex. You need not concern yourself. Everything will be provided. Although.” A hint of a grin forms on his face. “If you wish to participate in producing food as one example…or if there is a service you would give to others—not sexual,” he adds. “Or, perhaps, you are of a creative nature. We are fond of all the arts. By all means, join in. We will welcome you.”

How do you feel suddenly hollow inside…and yet there’s a glimmer of excitement tingling inside me?

The coach pod slows and we ascend into his ship through what appears to be circular bay doors. Smoothly, we alight, and the door swings open.

“Commander, you are needed on the bridge,” an officer type formally states while standing at attention.

“Is my brother here?” Commander Vonec disembarks, his movements all power and grace.

“First Chief Venturri has just arrived from his duties.”

Vonec turns offering his hand to me. I hesitate only a moment, then place my hand in his, and walk down the short ramp.

Wow! Talk about a collection of amazing spacecraft and touring shuttles. Wow, oh wow.

I am so entranced by the sight, I hardly register when the Commander releases my hand. Also, I miss the man striding toward us.

As I look around, my heart skips a beat, maybe two—as romantically trite as that sounds. Oh, they are definitely brothers. The resemblance is strong, alright.

Only I find the First Chief more dashing. Tingle-me-hot dashing. His carved features, the waving flow of his dark bronze hair, the falcon intensity of his gaze—the panther smooth way he moves—gawd yes, he’s definitely a renegade after my heart.

Or the sexy renegade who stars in my fantasies. To my inner horror, I run my gaze over his lean but muscular physique, easily seen, given his uniform.

No, I don’t linger on his male package. I’ve never been a crotch watcher like some of my girlfriends. An intelligent conversation is a must to get my desire all revved up, and juicy.

Quit staring. Yeah, like a silly little girl.

My cheeks burn, becoming red no doubt. I avert my gaze enough so that I’m not openly gawking at him. Snap out of it! How ridiculously embarrassing.

Besides, a lover is not on my life list, not right now, for a whole slew of reasons. Not that Mr. Dashing Renegade would even be interested. Probably not.

And since this is a sex-pleasure cruise—crew included as I understand it from rumors—he likely has any number of very eager erotic partners.

Still, warning…warning. Wailing sirens sound inside my head. When his gaze intently sweeps over me—before his full attention is on his brother, the Commander.

Initiate frigid bitch persona. Now! 

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Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

June 30, 2016

Sensual Sabotage…Futuristic First Person WIP ~ Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 4:34 am

I stumbled onto this cool cowboy pic the other day, which fits with my WIP, Wild Card Woman.

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

Summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Here’s hoping your summer is going well. I’m grateful the heat has abated on the tame prairie, at least temporarily. High heat and humanity, yeah, no fun and so draining.

The other day, while trekking back from the mailbox, I saw the most beautiful large butterfly with leopard spots on the upper part of the wing. Then, a cardinal girl was a few feet away from me when I looked out my west-facing window. She was perched in my young peach tree…which did have a few peaches start growing this year, but apparently they weren’t strong enough to withstand the Spring rainstorms. Oh, and at the end of my drive I saw two young rabbits, probably about four months old. They’re adorable, of course. And not to forget the cutest little toad, who was sitting on my window sill during the recent nice rains we had…thank goodness, we needed that rain, and we need more.

Okay then, while waiting on WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL’s cover art, I’ve started a futuristic erotic romance. The heroine’s POV is being written in first person. Likely, I’ll do the hero’s POV in third person.

Hope springs eternal that this story will be novella sized. That is, assuming I continue. I’ve got such a huge WIP backup. Also, I’ve done some work on my WIP, Wild Card Woman [tentative title]. This is my heroine, who unexpectedly time travels, and her six cowboys, who live in the future. 

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Just for grins, here’s the raw unedited first chapter of my latest WIP, tentatively titled: Sensual Sabotage.

Earth Colony Seven Nautilus
Earth Year Calendar, 2072

Chapter One

“The exodus,” I mutter to myself, and roll my eyes. Hardly a surprise, given last night’s blatant manipulation of the central voting computer.

Yeah, you had to be deaf, dumb, blind, and aerosol-drugged to the gills to believe the final count wasn’t rigged, and rigged bigtime. Meet the new tyranny same as the old tyranny. Only worse.

The flashing numbers on the monster screen still beat against the back of my sleep-deprived eyeballs. Ouch.

I squint, hoping the image will fade. Half-turning, I pretend to casually glance at the line of people forming behind me.

All of us wait our turn to step inside the neighborhood’s transport kiosk. Good thing, I made travel reservations early. Less suspicion about *my activities*, and I’d been able to prove to the centralist guard at my apartment that my digital papers were in perfect order.

“Abandoning ship?” the man in front of me, a senior business type, tersely whispers.

I nod, a mere tilt of my chin. He immediately faces forward again, intent on not gaining the attention of the local brownshirts. Interrogations have become commonplace. Some never return.

Why did I trust him? The extreme panic flickering in the depths of his eyes.

Besides, there’s a vibe. A decent soul has a shine, a burst of energy from the eyes that cannot be replicated if you’ve sold your soul to the corporate rulers.

Only ten ahead of me now. Before I can enter the transport that will beam me into the intergalactic spaceport. With each step forward, I tamp down my elation.

Too much emotion will register on the handhelds, and the brownshirts will appear slavering like they’ve been awarded a side of bacon.

Clutching my simple travel bag more tightly to my chest, I peek over my shoulder. No end to the line that I can see. That bodes trouble.

As I concentrate on relieving the tension in my stomach, I hear the telltale whoop-whoop-whoop of the pod air-cars from Central Control. Obviously, they’ve been alerted to the growing exodus.

Careful to remain calm enough, I silently practice what I’ll say if pulled out of line. I envision, then mentally live the scenario I want them to believe. Or, the basics for fooling their brainwave-reading devices.

Around me, I sense the fear, like tidal waves flowing up and down the line. Out of habit, I send a frequency of serenity over the crowd. Who knows how much it will help…I can only hope.

The Control officers buzz us, their six air-cars skimming mere feet above our heads. Yeah, yay, for intimidation.

Okay, eight people ahead of me now, and the Control pods are landing near the back of the line—likely where the most *we’ve got to escape the planet now* brainwaves have been detected.

Since the transport kiosk isn’t shut down—not yet—the line keeps moving. One by one, we the designated cattle stay on course, saving ourselves. Sadly, we ignore those being targeted by the big-brother predators. But, after all, herd survival is in play.

Often—when in a no-brain surveillance zone—I’ve asked myself what it would be like to live in a society where we’re free to care about each other…free to demand justice for each other.

Five ahead of me now. I catch myself nervously fingering the strap on my bag. I stop immediately.

Don’t look back…don’t look back. How I wish I could help those being singled out. But freaking hell, I can barely help myself.

I blank my mind, moving on robotic-like legs toward salvation. I hope.

Finally, the business man in front of me enters the kiosk. I swear, I feel his relief blanket me.

Time stretches like a malfunctioning warp engine. Still, I don’t fidget.

My heart hammers as the brass-colored door slides open. I can’t help it.

Already eyeing the selection panel, soaring with elation—the hand clamping hold of my shoulder before I can get inside rocks my little world. My instinct is to spin and attack, then jump inside the kiosk.

That would mean instant death. I’ve worked hard on this 3-D, human flesh body of mine. I like it.

I still have a lot of living to do in the material realm.

“Is there a problem?” I ask, careful to keep my tone on the cheerful side. I turn slowly, even as I’m pulled, none too gently, out of line.

“I recognize you.” Yeah, no pleasantries with this one. But he does let go of me. “City Hall, right?” he demands.

At least seven foot tall, barrel chested, and with overblown muscles, the officer pins me to the pavement with his stare. A permanent scowl seems to be etched on his face. Oh, goody.

“Yes, officer, I am employed at City Hall. Would you like to review my travel permit?” I hover my hand over my bag. My only goal right now. Look cooperative.

“Don’t you work beneath Commissioner Gadsen?” He holds his hand out for my permit.

“I do, officer. “ After briefly fishing in my bag, I give him the digital card.

“This isn’t the time of year for staff vacations. I know. The Commissioner is a friend.”

I say nothing, but keep a pleasant expression pasted on my face as he slides the card into his handheld. This is going to be an ordeal. I can tell by how thoroughly he’s checking every detail.

Certainly, I don’t remember ever seeing this typical, fat-butt, enforcement brute around the graphic design offices. You know, we make the city, and city events, look good image-wise. That’s my profession, advertise the city to planetary businesses.

My 3-D picture pops up, the small version. Mr. Officer with no badge identity like the officers used to have, takes his sweet time eyeing me. Several times, in fact.

“Everything looks in order,” he finally grunts, even as my internal clock is now beating against my breastbone, reminding me I could miss my flight.

“If you check the records, you’ll find I usually visit my sister this time of year.” I smile as if we’re good acquaintances. Yeah, any damn move to facilitate leaving.

He does just that, the hulking butthead. Moments later, the furrows between his eyebrows crease more. “Checks out, Ms. Wyzex.”

Gawd, I wish he hadn’t said my last name. The sound of his voice absolutely grates on my nerves, and does my name no service at all. Yuck.

“Is there anything else you require?” I say through compressed lips. That, or verbally assault him.

“When you return, why don’t we meet for a drink?” He tops it off with a smarmy smile, as if he knows I’m attracted to him. 

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Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

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