ShapeShifter Kisses

October 26, 2013

Are Hellhounds Always Demonic? …

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 7:09 am
Are hellhounds always demonic? Or, do some battle demons?


Blurb ~

Kandace doesn’t know why she’s a real witch. Despite her powers, she can’t find her bio parents. When the Tuxedo Twins tempt her with knowledge about her heritage at a charity event, Kandace agrees to dance with the mysterious Supernaturals. Unexpectedly, they are threatened by the omnipresent evil she’s been warned about in her dreams. To keep from being enslaved, Kandace brings forth her greater magick. But, to save her homeworld, she needs her hellhounds.

Zolivar and Zindale, two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds, see a witch sliding down the bannister after her heist of a painting. Spellbound, they know they’ve found just the right Kandy Apple to lick for Halloween. With every passion, Zin and Zol woo their chosen witch. Yet, will their Triad mate stay once she learns they can’t fall in love like humans? Or, will she return to her homeworld? Their very lives are at stake.



Grabbing a breath, Kandace crept toward the door. This time she expanded her awareness to the interior, checking for anyone else, before turning the knob.

The door cooperated as if she’d put a spell on it. Slipping inside, she closed the door so there was not the tiniest sound. She pivoted around and waved her hand, creating a soft illumination.

Paintings adorned all four walls of the private office. A mixture of modern, impressionism, and realism, they were all forgeries, to her utter astonishment.

That is, except for the painting Kandace planned to steal back. Of course, many collectors had forgeries done of their prize pieces, keeping the real art in secure underground vaults that were, more often than not, lavish showrooms.

Psi-detecting forgeries had become a magickal specialty of hers, ever since Kandace’s sister, Meredith—also adopted by her parents—had opened up her own small art gallery, then been tricked by a man supposedly selling his original.

Curious, Kandace roved her gaze over the eclectic selection of paintings, unconcerned about surveillance measures. There would be none in this keep-all-deals-under-the-table office for the rich and famous.

While something pricked at her about the collection, something she didn’t have time to figure out, Kandace moved toward the painting stolen from her friend. Valerie and her husband had found the early Frederic Remington painting at an estate sale.

Despite the layer of grime, Valerie had known. Since the age of twelve she’d had a love affair with the Western artist, and already owned every print available.

Kandace paused, studying the wall around the Remington for any hidden alarms. Discovering one, she disabled it with a point of her finger.

A slight hiss of sound alerted her. Inadvertently, she’d triggered another alarm and the mansion’s security team would be headed her way.

Keeping her cool, Kandace aimed her finger directing the Remington from the wall, and onto the Georgian antique desk. Swiftly flowing her palm over the frame, she found the embedded RFID chip and GPS locator. Loosening the frame with more of her magick, she carefully removed the precious canvas.

Shutting her eyes, Kandace concentrated, then zapped the Remington to the trunk of her car. She followed it with her mind’s eye, watching the painting settle within the climate-controlled container.

Rapidly moving toward the door, Kandace eliminated the illumination she’d manifested. Cracking open the door, she peeked out. An army of footsteps rushed up the main stairway. From the other end of the long corridor she heard the jogging run of another team.

“What’s a witch girl to do?” she whispered, gently closing the door.

A whole lot of tricks so not up my sleeve. How easy peasy cool would it be to suspend them on the ceiling with a snap of my fingers?

Kandace battled her temptation to do just that. However, a blatant use of magick was never smart in a world ruled by science.

Plus, she’d already had a few astral run-ins with psychics working for the shadow government. They regularly searched for specimens like her to be rounded up or recruited.

Backing away, Kandace raised her arms, and focused on centering her force. Wiggling her nose like Samantha in Bewitched, simply for the fun it, she brought forth an invisibility cloak.

While it would only last for a few minutes, that should give her enough time to rejoin the charity event. Appearing to be innocent in the face of her magickal heist was crucial.

Hearing the tromping charge of security, Kandace retreated to wait beside the desk. The door flew inward and the lights blazed on.

Guns drawn, the guards entered like the professionals they were. Their gazes swept the room thoroughly, but fast. Splitting up into two-man teams, they began a systematic search.

The instant the doorway cleared, Kandace made a beeline for it. As she escaped, she wished she’d thought to take off her heels. Still, she’d worn her mid-thigh bouffant skirt since it didn’t hinder her.

Hastily, she minced her way to the staircase, and quickly descended. She huffed breaths because the bodice of her fire-red dress was tight as a corset.

Even though she remained invisible, Kandace felt relieved she saw no one. She wasn’t without mass. Someone could definitely feel her.

Oh crap, oops. There had been no one on the stairway when she’d just looked.

Now, two brawny men in matching dark suits pistoned their legs, trotting up the stairs. Thinking, yet acting on instinct, Kandace clambered astride the banister. Thank the Goddess, it was a straight slide to the bottom now.

She whooshed downward easily because of her expensive pantyhose. As she whizzed past the two super security guys, her skirt brushed the thigh of one. Hardly breaking stride, he glanced back.

“Felt one of your damn ghosts,” he growled to his partner.

“Told you the place is haunted,” his partner replied.

“Yeah, yeah. Casper isn’t happy tonight.”

“No one’s happy tonight with that painting disappearing right beneath our noses.”

“We’ll get the bastard, or fucking bastards.”

“Yeah, no cat burglar is that good.”

I am that good. For I am the notorious cat witch burglar.

Squinching her eyes shut, Kandace prepared herself for a collision with the Roman-style column at the end of the banister.

Her butt hit with a big ole thwack!

“Ow.” Kandace briefly rubbed her stinging derriere. Scrambling to the floor, she hurried toward the women’s lounge.


Kandace thought she heard the slide of clothing, and decided the other twin disrobed. In a lovely delirium of passion, she didn’t move to find out for certain. Besides, Zol or Zin’s lips tempted the small of her back, placing a beautiful-feeling kiss.

Kandace doubted any man had ever kissed her there. Certainly not like that. Not this feeling of I’m in sex paradise.

Sensually, he nuzzled her skin. The prowess of his mouth teased her, then pleased her with more long kisses. In absolute ecstasy, Kandace went limp.

She whimpered as his hands flowed down her arms. He palmed her hips beneath her skirt and his lips deserted her back. With clever fingers, he slowly eased her pantyhose downward and over her butt.

“Yes, naked,” she murmured.

“Not yet, darling Kandy.” His soft growl was a command.

The waistband of her pantyhose captured her knees. Smoothly stroking, he roamed his hands up and down the entire length of her thighs.

Goddess, they had the best, most sensually pleasurable hands in the universe. “What are you going to do to me, you bad hellhound?”

“Enjoying the shape of your bare ass.”

His lips grazed one of her butt cheeks and languidly nibbled. When his incredible kisses claimed the curves of her ass, Kandace moaned, “Oh, yes.”

Seductively, he nuzzled beneath the fullest flesh of her butt, then nipped her with his lips, his passion obvious. His mouth moved higher, tantalizing her with more kisses.

“I swear I’m a puddle of flame for you.” Kandace had never felt anything like this red-hot insanity of need. Her pussy begged to be noticed — it was so wet and wanton.

Raising her ass high, he seized her legs above her knees, and her bouffant skirt brushed her back. Kandace grabbed white satin, attempting to fist the bedspread, but it was too slippery.

A dark rumble of lust sounded close by. “Lick her. I want to watch our Kandy Apple blaze out of control.”

“Oh lick, yes,” she managed to say.

Was there any breath left inside her body?

“Red as sin and cherries, brother.”

Kandace quivered inside. She felt her pussy folds swell in anticipation, an ultra sexy sensation. Unexpectedly, his tongue tip probed her slit. The gentle exploration sent a jolt of ecstasy through her mound.

“More,” she whispered. “Please ”

She hadn’t finished speaking when he licked the length of her sex seam. The smooth finesse of his tongue made Kandace keen a long whimper. Desperately, she hoped for more.

Zin or Zol didn’t disappoint.

He lapped her pussy slit in the same way, but with a steadiness that erotically pulsed her flesh. Her entire body melted, then pleasurably throbbed.

Near the edge of an orgasm, she dipped her back, thrusting her pussy as close as possible. His tongue struck her clit, nearly undoing her.

A fiery need enveloped her instead, and with each flick of his tongue, he stoked her higher. Suddenly igniting with rapture, Kandace screamed a moan.

Ecstatic sweeps of pleasure owned her, and only his hold on her kept her from collapsing onto the bed.

“Kandace.” His rasp moved through her body like liquid smoke.

The moment her knees could support her, he slipped her pantyhose down her legs. As he tenderly smoothed them from her feet, sparkly tingles danced inside her.

“My turn.”

Somewhat coherent, Kandace asked what she wanted to know. “Which one?”

“Zin,” he hoarsely growled close to her ear. He gripped both of her butt cheeks, rubbing caresses. “It’s Zin, my beautiful witch.”

“Goddess, even your voice gives me a mini orgasm.”

“May I say, Kandy Apple, the shape and softness of your derriere is an inspiration for my erectly standing manhood.”

“Such a gentlemanly confession, hellhound.”

Goddess, when had she ever known this dreamy sort of passion, especially with her ass stuck up in the air? As Zin stroked, she felt like she drowned in the dreaminess, yet somehow kept breathing. “What about your caninehood?”

“Volcanically engorged as we speak.”

“Mmmm engorged. I think my womanhood is still engorged.”

“Should I naughtily entice your engorgement?”

“Oh, do naughtily entice me.”
His large thumbs slid over the inner flesh of her ass, halting near her juicy sex entrance. Tenderly prying her cheeks apart, he thrust his tongue just inside her pussy.

“Zin.” Her breathy gasp of pleasure lasted longer than saying his name.

The pointed tip of his tongue twirled strongly. Then he licked the inner rim of her passage. Basking in the sweet, wicked wildness, Kandace clenched her eyelids.

“Oh, yes, yes, that feels so good.”

Zin drilled his tongue inside her repeatedly, his tempo languid yet forceful. He made her crave his cock. Goddess save her, she wanted him lunging in and out of her for the longest time.

Although, Kandace couldn’t quite believe he took her this way, given this was their first time together. Still, her body burned like a blissful furnace.

She opened her core to him, whispering, “What you do to me.”

Her orgasm began as a clench deep inside her passage, interrupted when Zin withdrew his plunging tongue. Kandace couldn’t voice the no screaming inside her.

She panted like a wild thing. Sweltering and needy, she searched for a bit of relief by slipping her arms forward over the cool satin.

“I want your breasts, Kandy Apple.”

Zin’s roughened voice smoldered her, made her fiercer with need.

He stroked beneath her bodice, covering her breasts. The possessive feel of his hands made the entire length of her clit twist, pain and pleasure. “Zin.”

“What delicious apples you have, Kandace, especially the stems.”

Inebriated by her blazing arousal, she mumbled, “You did that on purpose.”

“All the better to passionately devour you, my darling.”

His words moved through her, sexy and sinuous as a dragon. “Devour me with your fire, hellhound.”

The restriction of being halfway dressed crazed Kandace suddenly, and she cried out, a strangled yell of frustration.

“Naked.” She clawed at the bedspread.


Have a wonderful Witchy Season


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~


Kandace and her hellhounds, Zol and Zin, invite you to read their love story ~

Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween? ~ Ebook and In Print.


October 23, 2013

…transmuted into enormous horse-beasts… by Savanna Kougar

Pic from ~coasttocoastam~ while not a horse-beast, it is a beast just in time for Halloween at Talbot’s Peak. Beware… 

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Halloween is hot on our heels, and about to breathe down our necks. And, yes! as I mentioned last week, we will be part of a Halloween blog hop. Lots of spooky fun and goodness, along with prizes, and a grand prize for one lucky winner.

Okay then, the fair shapeshifter town of Talbot’s Peak has been overrun by horses, all due to a misplaced impromptu spell by one of the Peak’s witches, the beautiful blue-haired Marissa. Yep, all galloping heck has been released. So, where is this breaking story headed now?

Read on…


…transmuted into enormous horse-beasts…

Dante raised his hand, a signal to silence his motorcycle posse. He and his biker buddies were blood-fierce to roundup his sire’s pack of mutant werewolf henchman. Because of Marissa’s angry spell they’d been transmuted into enormous horse-beasts.

Unable to shift, they ran amok terrorizing anyone or any animal who crossed their path. On the good side, Dante reminded himself, there’d been no serious attacks, no devouring. Yet. The horse-beasts were so crazed at their magick-induced condition they unceasingly stampeded as a herd, following the forest trails and racing over the high prairie.

“Are you certain your powers are strong enough?” he asked the newest witch to make her home in the Peak.

From the back of her stallion shapeshifter, Sibelle regarded him with her unusual, icy gray eyes. “I am certain. Again, do not concern yourself. Zharkol possesses the speed to follow in your wake.”

Dante gave a quick nod. “Let’s roll,” he shouted, hand-signaling his werewolf brethren. He roared his purring engine, and within moments they sped over the old back road.

The thunder of their bikes trembled the brisk Autumn air. Dante hoped the night-ripping sound wouldn’t spook the beast mutants into a further madness. Knowing the ugly herd of misshapen horses now crossed an immense stretch of prairie land, he planned to give chase, and figure out a way to trap them long enough for Sibelle to perform her sorcery.

Around them, the full moon, the Hunter’s Moon, brightened the dense forest. Dante’s blood howled through his veins. The wildness of the hunt seized hold of him, and he tightly leashed his wolf. As did his crew. He felt each one of them to his primitive core.

Soon enough the road would run out. Then he and his posse would leap from their bikes and morph, bloodthirsty wolves on the hunt. Yeah ~ferocious effing growls~ more like sheepdogs wearing wolf coats rounding up mutant werewolves wearing the conjured body of a horse.

Only in Talbot’s Peak.


Sharla heard the distant sound of striking hooves. Immediately, she lifted the night vision binoculars searching for the horse-beasts. Leaning forward, she raised higher and tightened her thighs around Zoronado’s sides — or her Zorro in his black stallion form.

Scouting for Dante, they stood high above the prairie on a flat rock outcropping. Since meeting Zoronado and becoming his human lover, the yen for adventure had only grown within Sharla.

“I see them,” she reported in a hushed voice.

‘Tell me the direction of their stampede, my beauty,’ Zoronado mind-spoke, ‘I will mentally inform Dante.’

Sharla instinctively drew in a sharp breath, shuddering inside at the mutant’s hideous bony appearance. “They do look like the devil’s spawn… sort of like an evil warhorse.  There must be at least fifteen. Good gawd! Okay, they’re running due southwest.”

‘A moment or two while I report your sighting. Then we will be about the chase.’

Unable to do anything else, Sharla stared through the binoculars, transfixed as the horse-ghoulish herd raced closer. The moon might as well have been a giant spotlight on the ‘straight out of Halloween hell’ creatures.

Sharla jerked in breaths, and nearly dropped the binoculars. She sat flush with the saddle, and didn’t move.

‘What is wrong?’ Zoronado instantly inquired.

“Their eyes… their eyes turned neon blood-red.”

‘Ah, yes, beloved. Such mutants often display that characteristic,’ Zoronado soothed.  ‘Shall we return home?’

“No… no. Dante needs our help.” Sharla gathered up her courage as she gathered up the reins. “Tallyho,” she voiced, given that was the only word she could think of, and force through her stiff lips.

‘The gun,’ Zoronado reminded. ‘I will not move until–”

“I’ve got it,” Sharla interrupted her swashbuckling lover. “Are you certain this will stop one of those beast things dead in its tracks.”

‘I am certain. Although, the mutants cannot be killed, the force of the blast will drop them.’

Firming her spine and her mouth, Sharla reined a willing Zoronado onto the path that led down to the prairie. “Tallyho,” she shouted, and brandished the advanced-tech weapon.


Diamond, stallion shapeshifter and cowboy, launched from his shadowed position beside the rock outcropping. He followed Zoronado and his woman as they galloped after the horrid-smelling beasts.

Despite the equine appearance of the mutant werewolves, Diamond refused to think of them as horses. He blew their rank sulphurous stench out of his nostrils, and flattened his racing stride.

Catcher, his longtime pardner, joined in the chase from his position. The two them ran in sync, then flanked Zoronado forming a wide wedge. Dante had insisted on this plan in case of an injury to one of them, or the need to protect each other.

Still out of their werewolf minds — assuming mutant werewolves had minds — the herd stampeded over the prairie seemingly unaware they were being chased. Large clods of dirts and grass sprayed through the air from the pound of their monstrous hooves.

‘Dante has contacted,’ Zoronado mind-spoke. ‘I believe he and his biker wolf pack are now a mile behind us.’

‘If Dante and his crew are fast enough,’ Catcher telepathed, ‘there’s a gap in the rock outcropping large enough to trap the entire herd.’

Not a split second after Catcher mind-spoke, Diamond heard Zoronado mentally shout, ‘Shoot! Shoot the beast, my Sharla.’

Maddened red eyes struck them like huge, twin laser beams. Foam streamed from between the beast equine’s badly shaped lips.

One of the mutants had spun around. To their advantage, the nightmare creature appeared to be fatigued.

Diamond watched Sharla steady her aim and fire. She kept firing as Zoronado galloped at an even pace, his head low. The silvery blast struck the sorcery-disguised mutant werewolf between its hell-red eyes, then streamed, penetrating it’s mammoth chest.

Finally, the unnatural creature dropped to its shield-like knees, toppled over, and didn’t move.

TO BE CONTINUED… ’cause it’s way past my bedtime…




Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire


October 17, 2013

Horse Whispering Witch by Savanna Kougar

Halloween-anticipating kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

Really, can you believe it? The middle of October already. Autumn colors are just now making their appearance in my neck of the woods. And the air is crisper… and it’s finally raining, a beautiful rain soaking into the land.

A bit of promo-ing here. We’ll be participating in a Halloween blog hop, so be on the lookout for spooktacular fun and prizes.

Okay, Pat got me in the mood to write a flash scene with a horse shapeshifter. And it is the season of the witch, after all.

Btw… come check out our horse shapeshifter scenes this week at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS.

Horse Whispering Witch

The nearly full moon blazed high in the midnight sky, an unnatural light to Sibelle’s knowledgeable eye. Alarm chilled her blood. Gently pulling on the reins she halted the magnificent, pale gold stallion she rode.

As she studied the moon’s strange radiance, the voluminous hood of her long black cloak slipped from her head. Sibelle carefully sent out tendrils of psi energy. No use in being discovered by dangerous entities who were psychically advanced.

She’d recently moved to Talbot’s Peak, Montana escaping the clutches of a particularly brutal warlock who ruled over a so-called black project at the infamous Area 51.

Entranced by the incandescent beauty of the moon yet repulsed by what she sensed, Sibelle watched the images crossing before her mind’s eye. Disturbed at a deep level, she stopped the flow, murmuring,  “Illumined by the plasma light of a space fleet.”

‘The enemy has arrived,’ Zharkol whispered inside her mind, as was his way when in horse form. ‘How many ships would you say?’

“Fifty by the brightness of the moon’s surface,” Sibelle spoke in the whispery singsong voice she’d used to tame Zharkol so very long ago. His shapeshifter kind were notoriously difficult to approach, having been misused by many supernatural races over the centuries.

“The Izquot are not ready to attack. They wait on the arrival of a powerful leader. Do you concur?” Sibelle smoothed her hand over the proud crest of Zharkol’s neck, his satiny coat sensually pleasing her as always.

‘Your hand excites me, love.’ Zharkol pawed the ground, his strength rippling beneath her — exciting her, trembling her thighs. ‘Yes,’ his mental voice deepened, ‘I am in agreement. They wait for now. The gathering of the Protector Force around Earth also keeps their ships moored on the moon.’

“We can make no move right now, my stud. Our pleasures await.” Sibelle took up the reins and tightened her legs.

Zharkol shook his head, his pale-as-moonlight mane flying. He leapt forward prancing his steps in the way she adored. Sibelle melodically crooned to her stallion. As strong as lightning the frequency of her voice branched through him. 

The magickal connection between them sizzled Sibelle. She leaned forward and Zharkol lengthened his stride until he galloped, his hooves a steady drumbeat over the woodland trail they favored.

The cold night air streamed over her face, the wind whipping the loose strands of her long hair. Securely wrapped in her cloak, the autumn chill didn’t touch the rest of her body.

The moment Zharkol slowed his pace then trotted within the small clearing, Sibelle swung her leg over his back and leaped to forest floor. She whirled in a dance celebrating all that was Nature.

Moonbeams caressed her spirit despite the hostile occupying force on the moon. Sibelle drew in large breaths of the pine-scented air as she continued slowly spinning, as she waited for him to morph, and come to her as a man.

At the sound of his footfalls a flare of wild heat possessed her, then a passion so intense she became lightheaded. Sibelle faced him allowing her cloak to flow from her.

The garment fell onto the carpet of freshly fallen leaves, revealing her naked body. His gaze feasted on her as he approached. “My stallion man,” she whispery sang.

In one step he was before her crushing her against his stud-hard muscles, against the aroused strength of his cock. His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that consumed her, took her, owned her soul.

The raw current of desire flashing between them heightened as he lifted her so her feet dangled… as he continued kissing her with a passionate ferocity that went straight to her heart, her oh-so abused and damaged heart. 





Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

October 9, 2013

Don’t Cry Werewolf by Savanna Kougar

Wednesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

YESTERDAY… Wow, what a ridiculously busy day it’s been… and so many interruptions as far as getting my post done — like my dialup went south for a time. The good news is I did ‘finally’ get the first chapter of Fortunate Wolves entered in the *So You Think Can Write* contest. That was a real trial, just getting the manuscript pasted into their form. Anyhoo, I used a different pen name, just so you’re not confused. If you want to check it out, here’s the link:

Okay then, I wanted to follow Pat’s lead and write a sexy, slave-market flash scene. But time isn’t on my side. Instead, I dug up a very *unpolished* except of a werewolf WIP I began back in 2008. It’s got the Halloween vibe, and is on the dark and depressing side because the heroine is seriously ill — so beware…


My working title is ~ Don’t Cry Werewolf

“This should be the spot.” Weak, in pain, she shuffled slowly. Focusing on each step, she tried not to stumble, not wanting to fall, hurt herself so severely she’d have to crawl into the isolated forest.

“The lucky spot,” she encouraged herself. “The lucky spot where I get eaten by a werewolf.” She whispery-sang those words to herself over and over – forging ahead at a snail’s pace.

The night-chilled air wheezed in and out of her lungs. Her feet drug over the dead damp leaves from last autumn. There wasn’t much spring foliage to hinder her way. 

“Here, little werewolf,” she called out. Again she laughed at herself. She needed a big monstrous werewolf, actually. “Here, big horrible nasty werewolf,” she called out instead – several times. She chuckled, faltered, the effort costing her.

Looking upwards at the immense display of tree limbs in the moonlight, she felt the usual quick up and down of her chest, listened to her struggling whoosh of breath. It took nothing anymore to wear her out completely. “Hey, if nothing else I’ll get lost in the forest and die,” she murmured philosophically, between her strained puffing breaths. “Maybe only the bugs will get me.”

Able to lift her foot again, she continued moving deeper into the old forest. “Death by mosquito – god, that would be horrible. Instead of a thousand cuts. A thousand bites. – The itching…no it’s better to be ripped apart. Definitely.”

Reaching an enormous tree trunk, she leaned against her palm – the rough bark strangely comforting. “Maybe it’s still too cool for mosquitos.” Breathing heavily she turned, leaned back against the trunk, rested. “Death by exposure can’t be much fun,” she whispered, huffing huge breaths, hurting breaths. “No, death by werewolf is the way to go.”

When her breaths calmed down, she called, “Here, werewolf, here, werewolf.”

Painfully she shoved from the tree trunk, shuffled from the rough bike trail onto a deer trail. “I may not be as tasty as little red riding hood.” Feeling woozy, she slowed her steps. “But I should be good enough for one meal.”

Numbness crept into her limbs. She forced one step after another. “Maybe I’ll just die on the trail.”

No fresh dinner for you, werewolfie. She sent the telepathic message just in case werewolves were a telepathic species, like most animals. No drugs, I’m mostly organic – even if I’m no spring chicken dinner. She stumbled to her knees.

“Damn!” Pain radiated upwards sharply. Straightening, she grimaced, shook her hands out. I guess a bear will do. Soon as she could, her breathing not as ragged, she leaned forward on her hands, struggled to stand up. Groaning with the pain and effort, she cried out, finally standing up.

Geez – not a good night to die. Dragging one foot, exhausted, she continued along the deer trail. Bear…cougar…maybe a wild pack of dogs…come on, werewolf. Eat me!

She begged. Heart, mind and soul, she begged. Come on, werewolf. Eat me! Her eyes shut, she took several small steps. She begged, knowing it had never mattered before how much she’d begged for help. I need a cliff.

She opened her eyes. Nothing, no glowing red eyes. No glowing eyes at all. I should just jump off a cliff…of course, there’s the whole fear of heights thing. But it won’t really matter once I’ve jumped…I could just pretend it’s a flying dream…Hit.

Her body felt wooden, about ready to collapse. Feeling chilled, she hugged herself – kept dragging her feet forward, tiny steps. She didn’t care. If she simply dropped and died – that would serve her purpose. It’s just that she wanted to know. If werewolves existed, she wanted to know. Before she died.

She figured she was owed at least that…for enduring her pathetic nightmare life. For maintaining her integrity, her goodness as a person, despite the endless brutal trials.
Why not serve yourself up as a meal? And know. It was eco-sound – no land-eating coffin. No energy expended in cremation. Just bloody rent flesh, dinner for a werewolf. Any remaining pieces devoured by nature.

“The natural way to go,” she whispered. “Instead of don’t feed the animals at the zoo. Do feed the animals.” She laughed silently at herself. “The new cool on YouTube,” she muttered. Looking around, she noticed there were no more night sounds. “The zoo’s new slogan – end it here, save a polar bear,” she whispered, trailed off. The eeriness tingled her flesh to goosebumps.

Hugging herself unconsciously, she waited, noticed she was frozen. She couldn’t move her feet. A strange dread coursed through her. Yet she was calm, a strange anticipation soared through her. Slowly, slowly, she swivelled her head, looking. 

It rushed at her from the darkest part of the forest, fearsome, upright, huge.

Shadow-dark in the moonlight. Searing feral gold eyes charged straight at her. Her scream stuck in her throat. She was grateful. Her fast breaths hurt like knives in her throat. It would be upon her soon.

Closing her eyes instinctively, she prayed it was a werewolf. That she would know. Somehow. Fluttering her lids open the next split second, she saw the wolfen features, monstrous and magnificent, displayed beneath the full moon. She nearly passed out from the shock, swayed. His ferocious growl as he ran at her possessed her spine.

Forcing her eyes wide, she watched him launch – fur and bulk and incredible power. His hot breath blasted her neck. His fang tip touched the side of her neck. She fainted.

But not before she thought – goodbye, cruel world.


Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

October 2, 2013

Sneak Peek ~ Fortunate Wolves by Savanna Kougar

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



October kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

You know what that means. The Halloween vibes are gathering, circling around us like a hungry pack of werewolves running on the bad side. Yeah…gotta play the paranormal drama queen at times.

So, I have two announcements. First the promo for author, Karen Nutt’s HALLOWEEN FLASH FICTION BASH.

***Centuries before The Wolfman and Bram Stoker’s Dracula became Halloween favorites, the ancient Greeks and Romans loved tell scary stories about monsters, ghosts and the afterlife.

I’d like to carry on the storytelling tradition at KMN Books Blogspot with the Halloween FLASH FICTION BASH!

OCT. 1 to Oct. 31. Thirty one days of FREE stories form 31 authors! Some of the authors are also giving away extra goodies, and at midnight on Oct. 31st there will be a grand prize drawing. 3 GRAND PRIZES FOR 3 LUCKY WINNERS!

Don’t be late and bring a friend! We promise we won’t bite… unless asked.

Karen Michelle Nutt ***

ON OCTOBER 6, my Halloween flash fiction will be featured. And if you’d like a chance to win a PDF copy of Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds come by and leave a comment.


AND… I’m *thinking* of joining Pat and Rebecca by entering the first chapter of a manuscript I’ve never had time to polish in the So You Think You Can Write contest

Here’s a sneak peek, the opening paragraphs of Chapter One.



Fortunate Wolves

Chapter One

Wisconsin, May 2006

In a hurry Keira snatched the stapled pages off her cluttered coffee table. She checked the title moving the short distance to her ringing phone. Yep, she’d grabbed the right set. Werewolves of London, Coming to America by Robert Bateman was her cousin’s latest attempt at writing an article for a topnotch paranormal website.

Keira quickly shoved the pages inside her packed duffel bag then shouldered the phone. “Aunt Debbie, hello. What can I do for you?”

“Dear, are you busy?”

“On my way out. I’m taking some of my jewelry pieces up to Diane’s shop.” Keira perched on the sofa then reached down to tighten the laces of her black suede half-boot. “Oh, and Rob wants me to proofread his article. He might have mentioned that to you. I’ll do that tonight at the motel.”

“Yes, dear, he did. And your mother mentioned you were making a delivery to the shop.”

Keira straightened slowing her breaths while summoning her patience. She should have been on the road by now–but for a serious case of life-interruptus. “What is it, Aunt Debbie?”

“Hunt For the American Werewolf.”

Keira blinked as her mind went blank for a split second. “Are you talking about Rob or the radio show we listen to? You know, Paranormal at Night. The author of that crypto book was on recently.”

“Yes, the show. Rob mentioned it. I’m worried about him.”

No panic edged her aunt’s voice yet Keira tingled in that way she didn’t like. Never liked. Trouble loomed.

“What’s going on, Aunt Debbie?” A giant spider named eery crawled through Keira’s belly. 

“Rob hasn’t called…and…”

Tingle-spiders raced through Keira. Anything to do with cryptozoology was Rob’s passion. He chased after unknown fantastical creatures at every opportunity.

“What’d he do? Grab all his camera gear? Head up to Lake Geneva to hunt for the American born and bred werewolf?”

“Yes, Keira dear. And he hasn’t called.” Her aunt’s worry raised the pitch of her voice.

“Where is Rob supposed to be, Aunt Debbie?”

“He’s staying at a small motel, The Half Moon. I spoke with him not three nights ago.” Her aunt paused, and Keira heard her draw in a breath. “He promised to call last night.”

“What town, Aunt Debbie?” Keira felt her brow furrow with worry. Rob always called his mother, being a bit of a mother’s boy.

“Blue Moon Bay, it’s called. A speck of a town. I’m not certain it’s on a road map, dear.”
“Blue Moon Bay.” Keira stretched her words and stilled the anxious whirl inside her head. “That does ring a bell.”

Aunt Debbie sighed audibly. “My friend at the library couldn’t find the town on that internet thing.”

“Okay…I remember now. I’ve seen the road sign–where you turn off.” Keira stood quickly gathering up her travel bags. “Sure, I’ll stop. Check on Rob.” She didn’t add how concerned she was for her cousin. Although her internal alarm wasn’t screaming at her either. Not yet. 

“Thank you, dear. Be careful. Storm movin’ in…heard it on the morning news.”

“Call you on the cell, Aunt Debbie. You do have my number?” Keira hefted the last bag over her free shoulder then reached for her purse. In a creative fit, she’d crafted it with luscious amounts of glitter just for the fun of it.

“Yes. Your mother gave your number to me. Again, be careful.”

“I will. Goodbye, Aunt Debbie.” Keira replaced the phone receiver and rushed toward the front door.

In minutes she’d tossed the bags into her ’94 Eclipse. “Let’s go.” Keira hopped inside the Plum Silver Goddess, the name she’d given her car. She checked the traffic, zipped onto the street and headed for the old two-lane highway.

Blasting up the music playing on her favorite radio station, Keira drove toward the land of the American werewolf–an area in rural Wisconsin east of Lake Geneva. That is, according to the crypto-hunter author she’d heard on the Paranormal at Night radio show.

Even though her foot itched to crush the accelerator, Keira stayed at her usual five miles over the speed limit. “I wish I owned the power to manipulate time,” she dramatically whispered. “But so far my study of the craft hasn’t included that little secret.”

The miles slipped by and Keira entertained herself by imagining she’d suddenly been transformed into a powerful fantasy sorceress. Waving her star-sparkling wand she envisioned scenes from her life, stopping and starting time.

Yeah, her life could use some major adjustments.

Turning her attention to her surroundings, Keira watched farmland change to dense woodland then deep forest. “Born to be wild…” she belted out when the song came on the radio and boomed from the speakers.

The Steppenwolf music revved up her spirits and quickened her pulse to deliciously reckless. Keira loved it. She rocked in her seat continuing to sing along.  All the while  concern for Rob shadowed her enjoyment.

Above the towering trees–the trees she always thought of as majestic, mystic beings–the gray skies darkened rapidly becoming the color of pewter.

As Keira drove through the old-growth forest, the rains came–slashing, window-crashing sheets of rain. Her wipers on high, slowing to a near crawl, Keira leaned forward and focused her gaze on the center line. Even so she glanced to the side of the road looking for the turn-off sign to Blue Moon Bay.

“Oh crap!” Keira pressed her accelerator again. And again. No response. Crap, double-crap.


Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire


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