ShapeShifter Kisses

February 24, 2017

Wyoming Wrangler, the Story Is Still Happening by Savanna Kougar

Originally published at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Wow, end of Feb howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

It’s been so nice and unusually warm on the tame prairie the past couple of weeks…however, a cool down is on the way. The Kougar’s daffodils are blooming abundantly…yeah, way earlier than usual…so, hopefully frigid weather doesn’t hit again. 

Okay then, given my time constraints and because I haven’t been able to decide what writing path to take—after the collapse of the Boxed Set—I’ve continued Wyoming Wrangler, Symona and Daletori’s paranormal erotic love story. 

It’s been a tough time, but I’m pressing through at this point—about 12,800 words worth of pressing through…what happens next, as far as my writing…well, I don’t know. 

Anyway, here’s the unedited opening, which has been rewritten from the last time I shared it. 


June 5, 2016 
Thunder Hole, Wyoming 

Chapter One 

Dale Vilogo shut the door of his Dodge Ram pickup with a flick of his wrist. Saturday night, and like he figured, most of the townfolk poured inside the country western bar and danceclub. The vintage brick building dominated half a block. 

Waylon Jennings singing “Highwayman” streamed through the open doors, and hell yeah, excitement electrified the air. Dale paused in his long stride, shooting his gaze to the wide open Montana sky. 

The first stars of night twinkled, and reverence for the heavens filled him as always. But yep, sure enough, there was his shooting star. A blazing flash across the darkness. Then gone. 

Ever since his days as a kid on his family’s ranch, he’d had an uncanny knack for seeing fireballs. One summer he’d counted over a hundred meteorites streaking across the black starry skies. 

It was purely magic. No matter the science behind the atmosphere-burning meteors, every sighting quickened his heartbeat—felt magical to him. 

Yep, no doubt, luck was his companion tonight. Dale grinned wide striding for the entrance of the Thunder Corral. 

“You dancin’ with us tonight, Dale?” Christie called out. 

“We’ll see. Gotta whet my whistle first, little darlin’. Been a long dust-eating day.”

“You know, we’ll be waitin’, handsome,” Rosalind singsonged, and gave him a flirty look.  

Before entering, Dale paused and adjusted his cowboy hat so it sat just right. A man owed it to himself to present a dashing appearance for the ladies. 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  


February 18, 2017

You Make My Heart Howl By Savanna Kougar



Dante, alpha wolf leader, of Wolf Peak Territory sends his heartfelt LOVE to EVERYONE.
A Special Valentine Welcome To a Good-hearted Witch Who Has Moved To Moonrise Lake. 
A Sweet Cheesy Valentine Card That Tickles the Love Fancy of Some In Wolf Peak Territory. 
Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

January 27, 2017

Happy Year of the Fire Cock by Savanna Kougar

John Wayne starring as Rooster Cogburn in “True Grit” 


Winter-gray howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Well, isn’t this just perfect for us erotic romance writers. I’ll bet lots of us authors will be taking advantage of the Chinese Year of the Fire Rooster, which begins today, on the New Moon. ~big smiles~ 

A Fire Rooster Hero … now there’s a characterization to please a heroine. I should create one for Wolf Peak Territory … oh for enough time! Oh, and this just hit the ole brain—what about Rooster Cogburn, the irascible western hero John Wayne played in “TRUE GRIT”? 

Update: Author lost…author lost…okay, you know when you have specific plans, a goal to reach, a deadline…well, since that collapsed with the Box Set… yes, I’m still writing on that story, my Wyoming Wrangler erotic romance, and it’s going pretty good … however, I’m not certain where to jump next… or actually where to jump since that story is really just designed for a Box Set … currently, I have certain restrictions—the ole bugaboos of time and energy—that limits what stories I’m able to write … a lot of mental energy is require to construct and worldbuild a story … anyway, so there it is … plus, I’m dealing with several life challenges… meaning, in part, I never know what I can get accomplished.  
In all truth, as I think I mentioned before, I’ve thought of what I’m calling a taboo erotic romance that would only be available at Smashwords, simply because there seems to be a market… but whatever…??? 

Anyway, here are SIX PARAGRAPHS from the temporarily titled, Wyoming Wrangler. Unedited, of course. 

Dale Vilogo shut the door of his Dodge Ram pickup with a flick of his wrist. Saturday night, and like he figured, most of the townfolk poured inside the country western bar and danceclub. The vintage brick building dominated half a block. 

Waylon Jennings singing “Highwayman” streamed through the open doors, and hell yeah, excitement electrified the air. Dale paused in his long stride, shooting his gaze to the wide open Montana sky. 

The first stars of night twinkled, and reverence for the heavens filled him as always. But yep, sure enough, there was his shooting star. A blazing flash across the darkness. Then gone. 

Ever since his days as a kid on his family’s ranch, he’d had an uncanny knack for seeing fireballs. One summer he’d counted over a hundred meteorites streaking across the black starry skies. 

It was purely magic. No matter the science behind the atmosphere-burning meteors, every sighting quickened his heartbeat—felt magical to him. 

Yep, no doubt, luck was his companion tonight. Dale grinned wide striding for the entrance of the Thunder Corral. 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

January 20, 2017

Oops, Crash and Burn… by Savanna Kougar

Wyoming Cowboy 

Originally posted on the Savanna Kougar blog ~ 

New Day Howls and Yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

So last week, I had started a blog about the latest story I’m penning… that is, was *penning* for a BOXED SET… the whole venture has blown up, and blown apart… why? … lack of clear communication about the heat level of the stories… seems as though the author who put forth the parameters and asked for participation wanted  sensual and steamy romance, however she included erotic romance as an option without saying she wanted ‘tamed down’ erotic romance.., well, the rest of us just assumed: okay we’re writing erotic romance like regular… okay, that turned out to be a big dramatic problem, that ended in the yahoo planning loop being obliterated … whatever … if I knew how to do BOXED SETS I’d try it, given several of us would still like to go forward … but I don’t really have a clue about how to go about it, as far as formatting, and such… to be honest, I don’t know if I have the energy and time… it’s been tough these past several weeks … and this morning a connector hose on the hot water heater sprung several leaks … at least, I could simply turn the hot water off … but the problem still has to be solved, since my attempted solution DID NOT work… at this point, I’m hoping to order a new connector hose online, if I can find the right one… ~sighs~  

Anyway, last week I was going to explain a bit about the hero of my WYOMING SPACE ALIENS ‘contemporary’ erotic romance, that I was writing for the now nonexistent BOXED SET… “My hero, Dale for short…his first name is Daletori… is a true Wyoming cowboy, a horse wrangler. However, he’s not exactly an Earth human. True, two of his grandparents are pure Earth human…however, his people are known as the Rahtoul, and they arrived on Earth in the 1930s. Having a natural affinity for the ranching way of life, this original group of ETs established a small town and community in the midst of the Wyoming wildlands…yeah, the wonderful Western state of Wyoming is not that populated. Is it? 

Why did the Rahtoul come to Earth…well, it has to do with *freedom* … the culture of freedom for ALL sentient beings throughout the galaxy, as a whole. For, as it’s said, the cost of freedom is eternal vigilance—to paraphrase Thomas Jefferson. [Quotation: “Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.”] … yep, this is true even in a galaxy far, far away. Oh, and since this will be the Chinese Year of the Fire Rooster or the Fire Cock … well, how much naughty fun is that?” 

Currently, given it was yesterday that the CRASH AND BURN happened… I’m not certain what my next move will be. I’m at ground zero, given my WYOMING WRANGLER story was tailored for this BOXED SET, and I don’t really think this novella works as a stand alone… not right now. 

Yep, all that time and energy and authorly research is very possibly wasted. ~Sad sighs~ 

However, a big shout out to fab author, Kate Hill. She featured a *story sample* from BLACK CAT BEAUTY at her blog on January 17th. ~ 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

January 13, 2017

The Full Wolf Moon In Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION 
Dante, the alpha leader of Wolf Peak, surveys his territory. 
Howls and Yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 
This year of 2017, the Full Wolf Moon is in the sign of Cancer, a cardinal water sign. This should give a big good boost to the emergence of the Aquarian Age ascension, to the quickening-continuing AWAKENING of humankind and Mother Earth herself.  After all, Aquarius is the sign of the water bearer. It’s certainly been a liquidity time just before and since the new year began…at least, around this Big Cat. Look around, the world is moving fast, changing fast now, like the constant and unending magnificent motion of an ocean. It’s my contention that timelines are joining, switching, and the immediate future is altering at a rate that makes it difficult to psychically perceive what will be true. This is one reason I haven’t continued with Volcano’s Angelic Headline Forecast over on the Title Magic blog. That, and I just can’t find the time to devote to this massive endeavor right now. 
Three of the white wolf shifter ladies enjoy the full moon’s bright rays. 
One of the Sentinel Guards on patrol at Wolf Peak. Protection of the pack and ALL the shifters and supernaturals in the community is always a priority. 
Singing to the Wolf Moon, a time-honored ritual and celebration. 
The girls paint their fur pretty colors and join in the howling good time. 
What cosmic dreams are made of…wonderful for a wolf’s spirit and soul. 
Dante’s right-paw wolf man wishes ALL a HAPPY HOWLING NEW YEAR. He’s seeking his mate. 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

January 5, 2017

She’s back… BLACK CAT BEAUTY Is Now Re-Released by Savanna Kougar

Yep finally, I was able to finalize and Indie publish Sable and Devon’s erotic love story. Here’s the Promo. The SMASHWORDS BUY LINK is at the end. And yes, BLACK CAT BEAUTY is in their Premium Catalog. Also, I’m waiting for Amazon Kindle to make the ebook live. 

Black Cat Beauty 
Chronicles of Sable Kiki, Book One 
Savanna Kougar 
Shapeshifter Erotic Romance, A Halloween Fantasy Novel 
Seduction by cattitude, Sable Kiki’s covert assignment is Devon Zant, rising movie star. Problem: she’s captured by his super-powered passion. 


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 discover the truth about Devon Zant, a movie star/musician 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 interstellar 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 on the rare blue jewel, Earth. 


Sable Kiki … she’s back … 
Halloween Seduction With Cattitude and Claws 
How To Defeat a Hollywood Black Arts Witch 
The Brykkitv, an Alien Race of Men, Notorious For Capturing Catwomen Shapeshifters

Leashed By a Superhero For His Mating Pleasure 
Sable shivered within. An assignment from her father was an assignment from her father. And could not be ignored. 
Devon Zant was not to be ignored, either. His alpha male vibes demanded she come to him. 
Sable smiled feline-seductively, her natural confidence returning.  She tipped her head back, keeping her gaze beneath his as she approached. One step away from him, she halted. 
Instead of blatantly perusing his masculine assets—yet—she studied his classically carved features through her half-lidded gaze. The god Hermes and the half-god Hercules, blended as one—and definitely more strikingly handsome than either—that was Devon Zant’s face. 
From on high, his gaze scorched over her, tingling her skin. Glints of lightning sparked in the depths of his eyes, and she was astonished by how blue they truly were—not sky blue. Not Paul Newman blue. No, his eyes were deep iris blue, and so brilliantly luminous that for an instant she thought she observed an aurora of color slide across them. 
No wonder a movie camera, even in the age of digital, couldn’t completely capture the true color of his eyes. Nor could any camera do full justice to his hair. 
His auburn mane just brushed his shoulders and was nearly black, with fine streaks of burnt gold and bronze. She could analyze by the smell he hadn’t dyed the color. Au naturel, his hair was obviously a hairdresser’s dream. 
Full and wide, flirtatiously, Sable smiled. She flashed her gaze over him, her attitude one of pure female admiration. 
“Sable,” she softly rumbled her name for him. 
Excitement, like electrical currents, skittered through her as she waited and wondered. Would his smoky strong voice be sexier than the capacity of a digital mike? 
His gaze broke from hers, roaming over her auburn tresses, which were not quite as dark as his, and blazed with reddish tints. “Your hair?” 
“Not colored and like my name.” Sable used her voice to stroke him. Entice him. She languidly moved her hips so the thick waves of her hair rippled over her back and butt. 
“Beautiful. Gorgeous. I’ve never seen such lovely hair…Sable.” 
Oooh, Cat Goddess Bastet! Could Devon Zant stroke a woman’s ego. 
“I could say the same about your hair,” she breathlessly purred, even though being star-struck was so not her thing. 
“Have you ever cut your hair?” he asked, as if the answer really mattered to him. 
Sinfully, deeply, darkly male—his voice. Torrents of *take me*desire flooded through Sable. 
Her super sensitive ears also tuned into a tonal quality that was pure—clear as a bubbling mountain stream.  Sable realized as a lead actor, he touched the soul of an audience with his voice. 
“Not for years. I’ve only trimmed the ends.” Evidently, as she spoke, all the air deserted her lungs, and now rushed back into her lungs. 
“Good. Don’t ever cut your hair.” 
If she had willed it, Sable could have orgasmed over the velvety purr of his voice. 
Right there on the steps. In full view of him. 
Slow as a sweltering summer breeze in New Orleans, he reached toward her hair. His fingertips slipped down one strand as if she were unreal and about to vanish before his eyes. 
I feel like a mystical creature. Where’s my misty portal? 
“What’s your full name, Sable?” 
“Sable Kiki. I don’t use my last name.” She added a throaty purr just for him. 
“Neither do I, beautiful catwoman.” 
His tone held such mystery, she blinked. Her pulse hitched with sudden uncertainty, and surreptitiously, she sniffed for anything that would make him other than a topsider—or not fully human. 
Nothing. Nothing she could detect. 
“Sable Kiki.” More than a sensual purr, he spoke her name like a sacrament—at least, to her cat ears. 
She didn’t speak, almost unnerved,. Instead Sable stared at his broad superhero chest revealed by the clinging fabric of his simple button-down black shirt. 
His exposed skin , in the shape of a V, was the color of her cocoa when a third of it was heavy cream. Sable licked her lips, since he wasn’t watching. 
He gently lifted a long strand of her hair, sliding it between his fingers. “What is it you want?” 
You. “Are you gay?” 
Sable planted her fist on her slanted hip, even as she tilted her chin so her face was beneath his again. His intense gaze seemed to hunt every inch of her face. 
She gave him a sassy smile. A small grin curved his stunningly formed mouth. 
“Gay as in Zorro, The Gay Blade?” he asked. “Or gay as in, shall we gaily roll in the meadow of bright blooms, entwined, our bodies perfect lust against each other?” 
His eyes twinkled for only an instant. Languorously, he twined her hair around his forefinger, waiting for her answer. 
“You tell me…big up-and-coming movie star.” Sable deliberately traveled her gaze down, then up the impressive length and breadth of his cock’s bulge beneath the black pants that were just a few steps away from a superhero’s tights. 
I could come deliciously on that hunk of meaty sausage.Assuming it was real and not an anatomy prop. 
She sniffed, and her gaze flew to his face. The tip of his cock dripped with his male essence. 
For her? 
He skimmed his palm over her breast , then lightly circled her belly. Studying her eyes, he covered her loins with his hand, and rubbed, exciting her. 
Bastet, help! His alpha-male touch pleased her way too much. 
Deciding to play along until fortune favored her, Sable traced the dominant planes of his face. His features beckoned her artistic nature—and not to mention—owned her sheer female admiration. 
“A black cat always has her own comfortable bedroom.” Sable tried not to purr the words, but… 
“Don’t worry, my black catwoman, I’ll make certain you’re satisfied.” His eyes sparked as if they held starfire. 
Who was this man? No human… 
The scent of his scorching rut for her filled her nostrils, distracting Sable. She yearned to lazily undulate beneath him. She wanted to curl and stretch, be her cat self with him, then take his super man, strong cock inside her—all, as she lost herself in his starflame eyes. 
Don’t think like that. You can’t have him. He’s dangerous to everything, to everyone you love. 
Devon rubbed his cheek, his jaw against her fingertips. As she opened her hand wider, he brushed his face against her palm. The slight sandpaper scratch of his stubble heightened her passion, already threatening to rage out of control. 
Nooooooo…I can’t. 
His hand slipped over her mound and cupped, a pleasurable claiming of her. Sex-wise, the man knew what he was doing, alright. Soft zings spread through her pussy as he kneaded her swollen mound. 
He fastened his gaze on her face as if nothing, no one else existed. Sable knew bliss softened her features, and ignited her turquoise-colored eyes. 
“My wet black cat,” he praised. 
His gentle massage of her pussy only made Sable crave more of his touch, a fiercer handling. 
“I want you in my bed. I want you in my bedroom.” 
There it was embedded in his voice. He wouldn’t allow her refusal. Yet, she had to persuade him…anything to escape. 
“Un-trainable, I told you. You don’t want me in your bed.” 
“I prefer a challenge. Mild-mannered women don’t interest me.” 
Oh Goddess, no! 
Overwhelmed by how sexily he fondled her pussy, Sable moaned. She arched like her cat self. Closing her eyes, she widened her thighs as his fingers tantalizingly stroked the outline of her sex lips. 
“Come to me, my black cat beauty.” He smoothed his fingers beneath the scoop neckline of her one-piece catsuit, and skillfully peeled away the filmy black fabric. “Sable, I want you naked.” 
Before she could protest, Devon freed her shoulders, and rolled the thin Lycra costume away from her breasts. Using both hands—his manner intensely sensual—he eased the stretch fabric down her arms, over her hips, then pulled it down her legs. 
“God, you’re beautiful.” 

Published on January 1, 2017 

© Copyright 2017, Savanna Kougar 
All rights reserved 
Originally Published 2009 

Ebook-ISBN 978-1-59578-507-7 
Publisher: Purple Silk Books 
Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey 
Novel: 40,600 words approximately  
Originally Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing 
Original Editor: Jean Cooper 

Original Cover Artist: Anne Cain 
Sable and Devon invite you to read their love story… 
Will a black catwoman find happiness with an alien superhero? 



Will be available on AMAZON KINDLE

December 23, 2016

Winter Bird Scenes In Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Hot Rod Santa In Moonrise Lake, Montana 


Howliday and Yowliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, on the authorly front, I have a few paragraphs left to revise…then BLACK CAT BEAUTY will be finished, and I’ll do the final work to prepare my shifter erotic romance for Indie publishing. 

Also, I’ve been working on my BOXED SET erotic romance… worldbuilding a small fictional town in Wyoming… and yep, gathering more and more details about my heroine and hero. My hero is being a bit mysterious and stubborn, however. Although, I do have a general idea about his family’s longtime settlement in this small town and the great surrounding grasslands. 

The birdie shifters of Wolf Peak are enjoying the holiday season. If they get too cold, their homes are only a short flight away. There are the various pubs and taverns in town, and on the outskirts … also a couple of good coffee shops, to get and warmed up. ~happy holiday smiles~ 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

December 15, 2016

Black Cat Magic for Christmas by Savanna Kougar


Howliday and Yowliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

Here are some scenes from the Black Cat Christmas party this year in Moonrise Lake, Montana. 

Then, after the pics, here’s a flash scene, starring Sable and Devon, that I wrote after the original release of my shapeshifter erotic romance, BLACK CAT BEAUTY — coming soon, I promise. 

Nothing like a little holiday decoration. 

Not a happy party camper. However, th creamy egg nog perked him up later. 

Hanging your black kitten stocking with care…she needed a nap. 

Comfy Christmas Tree perch, a must have at a cat holiday gathering. 

I’m your perfect gift. 

And a good time was had by all. 

Mom, was this really necessary? 

Black Cat Magic for Christmas

December 14, 2009

Sable disrobed, tossing her elf costume into an untidy pile. She posed with one hand on her bare hip, taking a few moments to admire her human body in the dressing room’s panel of mirrors. A black cat girl could still be all sexy cattitude even as a woman. Reaching for her sumptuous, figure-hugging gown, she shimmied into it. 

Despite Devon’s interest in dressing her as pleased him, she’d secretly had the evening gown created. With time being short, Sable studied the drape of deep wine-colored velvet and satin. She made adjustments quickly, then moved to the vanity and made up her face like a torch singer.   

Finished, she peeked around the off-stage curtain to make certain the last child had left Devon’s lap and the event was officially over. They’d attended a charity party, at the dinner theater, for older unadopted kids. Devon had played Santa Claus, only as his Super Ace persona. There’d been more dancing to his band’s music, than actual ho-ho, traditional make-a-wish, lap sitting by the pre-teenagers. 

In league with Devon’s band to give him this Christmas surprise, Sable moved from behind the curtain. Strutting like Mae West, she walked toward the center of the stage as they strummed the opening strains of ‘That old black magic’. 

“Devon, dude, your woman has a special gift for you,” Rick announced. 

Sable seductively leaned her hip against the piano. A wide smile naturally formed on her face as Devon spun around. His impassioned gaze threatened to blister her skin, and was definitely a promise for later lusting pleasures.

Tossing her long waves of auburn hair that she’d intentionally mussed, Sable sang, “That old black magic has me in its spell. That old black magic that you weave so well.” Sauntering forward with the music, she crooned, “Icy fingers up and down my spine…the same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.”

Their gazes locked, and their mutual desire sparked between them. Devon started toward her, only halted by his manager’s hand on his arm. If he could have super-speed swept her up, and carried her away, he would have.

Languidly hitching her hips for a few strides, Sable halted. “The same old tingle that I feel inside.” Posing, she slanted her gaze over her shoulder. “When that elevator starts its ride…down and down I go, round and round I go.” 

She watched Devon force himself to sit down at one of the small tables near the stage. His hot gaze roamed over her body and he did nothing to hide the swell of his cock.

Pivoting, Sable swayed ever closer to him. “Like a leaf that’s caught in the tide…I should stay away but what can I do…I hear your name, and I’m aflame…Aflame with such a burning desire…That only your kiss can put out the fire…and your meaty sausage, she added mentally. 

Spreading her hand on the voluptuous curve of her hip, she taunted him by stopping and bracing her legs.  “You are the lover that I’ve waited for…The mate that fate had me created for…And every time your lips meet mine…” Sable bent forward pursing her lips. “Baby down and down I go, all around I go.” Leaning a bit more, she lazily shook her shoulders showing off her cleavage. 

Devon mentally glued himself to the seat of the chair. Sable saw it in his eyes. Yet, the hunger in his gaze ravished her without compromise. Sable shivered inside, scorched by the carnal heat only he could generate within her.

“In a spin, loving the spin that I’m in…Under that old black magic called love…under that old black magic called love,” she repeated. On the last lingering notes she straightened. Her breasts heaved and she panted softly. For him. For Devon.

“Sable,” he paused for an instant, “come here.”

Ignoring his hoarsely spoken command, she whirled and raised her arms in a sensual imitation of flame. With her back to him, she waited for the band to begin  her next song.

“Devon, keep your seat,” Rick encouraged. “Your woman has one more gift for you. I guarantee you’re going to flip your dick over this one.” 

With the sound of the sultry Christmas music, Sable lowered her arms. Turning toward Devon, she stroked her palm over one cocked hip. “Santa baby, slip your Sable under your big tall tree…I’ve been an awful good girl…Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.” 

Devon froze, now stuck to his chair. His sausage had definitely grown meatier in size and his piercing gaze followed her as if he might lose sight of her.

Sable moved closer, exaggerating her slow strut. “Santa baby, drive me like your convertible too…I want you to…I’ll wait up for you, handsome…Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.”

His dark gaze sliding to her hips, Devon patted his thigh, an invitation to sit on his lap. 

Feeling the low purr in her throat, Sable continued the song. “Think of all the fun I’ve missed…Think of all the men that I haven’t kissed…Next year I could be just as good…If you’ll just fulfill my Christmas list.”

Devon crooked his finger, beckoning her to come closer still.

Sable slowed, rotating her hips like an old-fashioned stripper. “Santa baby, I want your yacht.” Aiming her gaze at his cock, she sassily crooned, “And really that is a lot…Been a naughty girl in bed all year…Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.” Slinking nearer, Sable sang in a smooth purr, “Santa honey, there’s one thing I really do need…Your seed…Deep inside my flooded pussy…Santa handsome, so hurry down my chimney tonight.”

Devon shot upright, but didn’t approach her. Though, his hunk o’ meat looked as though it tried to approach her, given its thrusting size.

“Santa sexy, and fill my stocking with your sausage.” Sable swayed her shoulders provocatively, along with the sweltering music. “Give me your meatballs…For an extra good time…Santa sexy, and hurry down my chimney tonight.” As she inched toward Devon, Sable rippled the long fall of her hair, knowing how it affected him. “Come and trim my Christmas wreathe…With some decorations bought at Tiffany’s…I really do believe in you…Let’s see how much you believe in me.”

Devon’s eyes glowed, super-powered with an inner light, an indication to Sable that she’d savagely aroused him. Just the way she liked it, depending on her sexual mood, of maow-ing course.

Sinuously moving beside him, Sable rubbed her hip on his thigh as part of her performance, singing, “Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing…No need for a ring…No need for a wedding…but, Santa baby, hurry down my chimney tonight…Hurry down my chimney tonight…Hurry, tonight.”

Raising on tiptoe, Sable twisted like the cat girl she was. Placing her lips close to his ear, she rumbled her best Eartha Kitt purr.

Before she could think or blink, Devon seized her, dipping her so low, Sable’s feet barely remained on the floor. Immediately, his kiss trapped her mouth with delicious ruthlessness. For long incredible moments, the unceasing press of his mouth thrilled through her limbs, and left her boneless inside his super strong hold. The molding of his lips over hers tempted Sable’s fiercest desires, until ultimately, she raged for whatever he wanted to do to her.

“Sable,” he growled privately. “You’re getting a ring whether you like it or not.”

“Meow, super man,” she breathy whispered against his mouth. “Put it around that meaty cock of yours.” 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

December 7, 2016

Lots of Cowboys In Wolf Peak Territory, Montana by Savanna Kougar


Oops! This is what happens when there’s a disagreement about how high the MERRY CHRISTMAS *welcome sign* should be — yep, between a horse shifter wrangler and a new cowhand at one of many ranches in Wolf Peak Territory. 

Siberian Husky shifter trying out his latest cowboy hat last summer. He’s hoping the available ladies in the town of Moonrise Lake will be impressed. 

Happy Howlidays and Merry Christmas Yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

What a wackadoodle strange day on my tame prairie … the neighbors’ half-grown cows have decided they like hanging out around my house, and have an escape route from their pasture that hasn’t been discovered yet … so that’s been all too fun. 

Anyway, I needed a mental break today so I decided to look at images of Christmas cowboys since my next hero is a sexy wrangler type, and I’ve been getting to know him. Yep, the Boxed Set planning is going fast forward now — No Title Yet — but with a possible release date scheduled for April 2017. And I’ve just begun to write. 

Also, there are ***Ranchers, Mountain Men, a Few Sheriffs and Their Deputies … there are Western Type Clubs inside Dante’s Interspecies Pleasure Club … some contemporary, and some Old West style clubs like fancy saloons for example. If I had time I’d go through my character list, and list them here. Including the cowgirls, the lady ranchers, and Sheriff Bunny Welch, of course. 

But, really, I need to continue finishing BLACK CAT BEAUTY — almost done. I got some good work done yesterday … yay!!! 

I had thought I’d be working on an erotic romance *taboo* novella next, starring a Highlander type, and set in another realm, where the historic Scottish culture is still thriving — a combination of ancient honorable code society with some advanced technology.  

But back to my Christmas Cowboys in Wolf Peak Territory … I think that will be my holiday celebration on this blog … we’ll see. I could get another whim … 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

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

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