ShapeShifter Kisses

May 24, 2017

Inspiration: the naked wolf showed up… by Savanna Kougar


Recently observed in Wolf Peak Territory 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Gentle-rain howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Ah, life on my tame prairie, what an interesting nature-adventure at times. My sister had sent me some pants for my birthday…she’s really good at shopping. Anyway, there’s always this horrible perfumey stuff that just won’t wash out very fast, that I’m allergic too. So, I’d hung these four sets of pants out on the line to air them out… well, it took much longer than I figured it would take, and today when I checked the smell, which had finally faded mostly, I decided to wash one pair again… I only wash one pair at a time with the other clothes because the perfume stuff stinks up the other garments, and stinks up my pets’ blankets… however, as I began lifting one pair of pants off the line, a bird winged into the nearby deep-grass foliage… well, guess what, this little bird has built a lovely nest inside one leg of the pants, and there were several eggs… I was definitely shocked, seeing those little eggs … I quickly replaced the pants on the line, and I hope mother bird will keep sitting on her eggs … sighs… but, wow, I had no idea something like that would ever occur… who knew? 

So, I only get to do piecemeal writing, right now, given my time is still severely restricted, and my energy levels remain unpredictable…yep, I’m having to look for health solutions. And yes, it’s becoming a major frustration, since I miss getting to write regularly. Yeah, how do I solve this situation? 

Anyway, today on my tame prairie I was returning from my mailbox, about half a mile away, and after I closed the gate across my drive, I leaned over to pick up a delivery box… and splat! Yep, some birdie let loose and mulberry poop grazed my hair then hit the box… amusing in one way… long ago, I used to make a joke about lucky bird poop whenever my car’s windshield got hit … so, I’m hoping this is a lucky poop strike… ~grinz~ 

Okay, on the writerly inspiration front, the naked wolf showed up… as I was in the twilight zone before slipping into sleep, an extraordinarily handsome, very large wolf was with my heroine, and was her protector … however later, Mr. Wolf shapeshifted into a naked sexy man in the heroine’s boudoir … he was showing off his nude assets, and asking the heroine what she thought of his physique … if he was attractive enough to be her husband…a spirited conversation ensues between them… but that’s part of the plot, that is, as it unfolded inside my head. 

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May 13, 2017

Her Resplendent Refuge … and HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! by Savanna Kougar


Wolf Mother, she is a new arrival in Wolf Peak Territory, having time-traveled from the days of Odin. 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Sunny day howls and yowls, shapeshifters. 

Yes, I’m still here…it seems like life is taking its toll way too much during these turbulent times. Plus, my foot was seriously injured when I slipped on a patch of mud. My foot, and my leg, bent backward at a very awkward angle—very painfully stretching my muscles, ligaments, and tissues. Fortunately, I had topicals like arnica gel and Tei-fu lotion, and natural anti-inflammatory supplements on hand. I’ve also learned over the years that if you can get up and walk, despite the agony, the healing happens much faster…not to mention, I have to be able to at least limp around…there’s only me to get stuff done. Thankfully, my foot, my ankle, and my leg is healing well…yep, I am MORE THAN THANKFUL FOR THAT MIRACLE. 

However, being able to write steadily has suffered, despite all the good ideas I get…no time, baby, no energy, and having to focus on healing myself so I can remain mobile. 

Okay, I am considering writing one of my erotic romance novels 200-500 words at a time, and putting that on the Shapeshifter Seduction blog daily. However, realistically, am I up to that? Yeah, I don’t know. I wish…I wish… 

Btw… the MY SEXY SATURDAY blog hop is on hiatus until June 1, 2017. 

ANYWAY, here’s the beginning of a blog I began, but never finished ’cause everything got in the way.

April 4, 2017 

Spring rainstorm howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Omygosh, what a crazy, not-fun week, in several ways. However, some situations have resolved themselves. Thank Goodness! So, I just might be able to write this blog. 

So, three or four days ago, it was raining when I awoke and heeded the call of nature. I looked out the window to see if I could tell how hard it was raining on my tame prairie…it was about six in the morning… well, all of a sudden a lightning bolt flashed so close it looked like it hit the ground right outside the window…I saw the bolt, then immediately the light was a blinding flash…what followed was a boom of thunder so strong it felt like the sound waves struck the roof above me, then hit my window…  I was touching the window, and it shook like crazy. I thought my window was about to break… I’ve certainly felt thunder-booms shake the entire house, but this was different in a way I can’t explain — the terrifically strong vibration of it… and, there was no previous thunder … okay, truthfully, I had to wonder if some force had it out for me…have I inadvertently displeased the Great Spirit??? If so, I have no idea what or how. 

Be that as it may, I’m still here and relatively whole — and still kicking, somewhat anyway. And, yes, I’m still trying to get time to write. But that isn’t working out too well, so far, given the overwhelming demands of my life. However, ideas and plot points for Wyoming Wrangler are brewing, and I’m writing them down diligently. 

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Continuing the blog from this morning: There was a lovely sunset this evening on my tame prairie, an ephemeral shade of orange-pink

Here’s WIP I began, temporarily titled: Her Resplendent Refuge … which is an otherworld erotic romance… 

Weary, numb inside—yet, apprehension tightens and flutters my stomach as I enter the designated interview room. Nothing decorative or unique to see. It looks like I’ve walked into a colossal egg. There’s no decoration, only a green-grayish sheen on the gently rounded walls. 

Complete neutrality, I think. 

A slender woman with an air of *I’m in charge* efficiency enters. Her one-piece, medical garment almost matches the room’s interior. Although, her platinum-colored hair is purely human in expression—an attractive, upswept style that accentuates  her pleasant features. 

“Please, have a seat, Shovani Kemyu of the Wzan Clan.” She offers a genuine smile then indicates the white chair before her simple work station—the only chair. 

With fatigue sucking at my insides, I slip onto the surprisingly comfortable seat, rest my arms on the chair’s arms, and let the back support me. Perched on an elongated funnel, the chair is still utterly stable. 

I draw in a long breath preparing to answer the woman’s questions, which I understand could be quite extensive. 

“I am Rhuria, Counselor for the Ptaddar Empire. I alone am responsible for approving your status as wife to one of our High Warrior leaders.” With efficiency of movement she positions herself to fully face me. 

“May I ask a question before we begin?” 

“Of course, what is it?” 

“I understand this an age-old custom of your culture, to allow these type of marriages. However, if there is no longer a shortage of Ptaddar women, why does the custom continue?” 

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April 17, 2017

Belated Happy Easter From Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Showing the Cubs How It’s Done 
Must Hsve Chocolate Egg 
New Easter Shapeshifter Babies
A Good Fairy Witch Who Lives In the Peak Enjoys the Easter Celebration 
Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.
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March 23, 2017

Wolf Peak Territory ~ The Animal Side of Springtime by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION … 

Spring is springing *Howls and Yowls*, shapeshifter lovers.

Spring is certainly transforming my tame prairie to a new loveliness. I’ve even seen a two butterflies, unusual this early in the year …. still, the weather has been unseasonably warm overall with only a few freezing-cold days … fortunately, knock on wood, the beautiful peach blossoms on my young peach tree have survived … and yes, the birdies are singing and flitting busily about … yep, I’ve seen several cardinal gatherings. 

I so wish Mother Earth would be loved and appreciated, with NO pesticides dumped on her … I wish we, the human race, would live closer to the land, and would naturally grow an abundance of food for ALL — quit with the Big Agra thing. Apologies, but I LOVE Mother Earth, and we could create a garden paradise in all of our communities.

Anyway, I’ve been slowly working on Wyoming Wrangler, and have discovered the hero, Daletori…his race of people, have an inner soul animal, which can manifest outside, or separately as a protector. Of course, it’s all a bit more complex than that… yes, the story is emerging. Oh, and I came up with how Symona and Dale’s erotic love story will conclude as their happily ever after.

Here it is, a sampling of shapeshifters in their animal forms enjoying the arrival of springtime.

One of Dante, the leader of Wolf Peak Territory…this is one of his nephews, who are following in his paw tracks. 

 

 

A young wolf’s fancy turns to love… 

 

 

Amber Eyes…He trains all those who live in the Peak how best to defend themselves. 

 

The youngest wolf cub in the Peak. 

 

Lots of wolf babes this year in the Peak. 

 

Love you, mom!

 

Who can resist this little wolf cutie? Someone is always picking him up for a hug and a cuddle. 

 

A young shy wolfess. Don’t worry she’ll be encouraged to come out and play. 
Springtime fun for the deer shifters. 
Proud momma shows off her adorable baby. 

 

 

Tree hugging tiger style. He leads the Earth Day celebrations. 

 

The Cougaress enjoys some spring playtime. 
One of the Bobcat Beauties in Wolf Peak Territory out for a spring stroll. 
One of the curious Bobcat babies. 
The Pantheress and her cub sunning themselves. 
Bunny shifters abound and bound over the spring meadows. 
Big Momma Bear shifter and her baby, everyone loves watching them.
Young Bear shifter, cousin of Ben, joins in the springtime fun. 
Two of the Turkle family strutting their stuff. 

 

The latest foal shifter born in Wolf Peak Territory. 
Young horse shifter cavorting in the spring sunshine.

 

Meadow rolling, a springtime tradition. 

 

 

The Shifter Stallion Games … A Spring Ritual 

One of the unicorns in Wolf Peak Territory greets Spring. 

Moonrise Lake, the small town in Wolf Peak Territory, starts a new annual event: The Spring Flower Fashion Show


The Bunny girl entrant. 

 

The Cougaress adorns herself for the fashion show. 
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March 14, 2017

Wolves of Wolf Peak Territory ~ Shapeshifter Landia by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION
Chasing an Intruder Inside Wolf Peak Territory 
On Winter Patrol 
What’s That? Time To Chomp Some Tail. 
Alpha Warning. One More Step You’re Dead Meat. 
This is my territory. Get Out While Still Have a Chance To Live. 
No One Challenges a Wolf Peak Territory Protector 
Yes, I’m a Werewolf. Run While You Can! 
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March 4, 2017

Symona is having a flashback nightmare.

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Hailstorm howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

There was one doozy of a hail and rainstorm—with lightning blasting the sky—two nights ago. The hailstones weren’t large, but they blasted against the windows like gunshots. I always worry about the panes breaking. 

The storm hit hardest during the last part of the president’s address to congress…the internet connection went down…thus, I didn’t get to hear the last part of the speech. Anyhoo, the rain was much needed, and more is needed. 

And heck, I’m really grateful there was no tornadic activity, given there were tornadoes in this large, several-state storm system. 

Okay, the writing is still happening…and as usual, I wish it was all going much faster…but, as usual, my time is limited by life circumstances. 

Also, as an author, I still feel lost at sea, so to speak. If I had more time to write, I could be working on another WIP. Certainly, I hadn’t planned on writing this type of romance as this point in time…but Symona and Daletori’s story seemed right for the now defunct Boxed Set. Oh well… 

Here’s a little *unedited* snippet from Wyoming Wrangler. Symona is having flashback nightmare. 

No…no, she cried out mentally, desperate to stop herself from plunging into the nightmare—only it wasn’t merely the repeat of a bad dream . No, she’d lived this horror for real. 

How many more dreams…? 

…Symona scanned the mega truckstop before stepping out of her late nineties pickup, otherwise known as Old Faithful. As she filled her workhorse of a truck, the smell of diesel hung heavy in the humid night air. 

Always on the alert, she kept watch on the activity taking place at the food island for truckers and highway travelers. Odd. Across the way—all by itself—an airport type of van with dark windows sat in a moon shadow, one  cast by the long row of well-groomed bushes fringing the asphalt parking area. Beyond the tall sentinel-like bushes was a recently mowed field then woodlands—from what she tell in the darkness.

Finished gassing up her pickup, she glanced at the van again. Something was off. Her intuition buzzed alright. 

Curiosity gnawed at Symona as she climbed into her truck, and quickly stuck the receipt in her bag. She started the engine slowly rolling toward the van. 

A flash of movement in her peripheral vision caused her to brake fast. A dog ran in front of her pickup—what looked to be a shiba inu mix. 

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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. 

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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. 

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February 18, 2017

You Make My Heart Howl By Savanna Kougar

***BELATED*** HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY FROM WOLF PEAK TERRITORY.

 

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. 
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January 27, 2017

Happy Year of the Fire Cock by Savanna Kougar


John Wayne starring as Rooster Cogburn in “True Grit” 
 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

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. 

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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. ~http://kate-hill.com/compellingbeastsblog~ 

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