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October 31, 2015

Damien, Werewolf Godfather For Halloween by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 4:01 am

Halloween Werewolf howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

I’d planned to continue Kailla, new human lady in town, and Thundercloud, my silver god-wolf… their mating-love story. I was planning to write their Halloween Eve date at The Bohemian Thunder Club.

However, it turns out the fate of Talbot’s Peak hangs in the balance. Damien, the werewolf thug-alpha who is Dante’s sire—the vicious werewolf who originally took over the town of Talbot’s Peak—is back in town with a particular vengeance for town mayor, Gil. Damien has a message, one that can’t be refused… once the warning has been delivered, our beloved mayor must decide which path he chooses.

But here’s the back story…

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Damien, Werewolf Godfather For Halloween

Dante took long moments to look each of his Guardian Protectors in the eye—six of them sat before him in a semi-circle. Their emergency meeting inside his Secure Room, had been intense. They’d discussed options, solutions…offered various opinions. The future and safety of every shifter and supernatural who lived in Talbot’s Peak hung in the balance, and the angry frustration was palpable—as if a rival pack of werewolves chewed on him.

“Yeah,” Dante conceded to his trusted inner circle, “I like the squirrel man. Gil has been good for the Peak. But as you say, it might be time for him to either resign as mayor. Or we’ll do a recall election. Let the people decide if they want to trade state money for the freedom to run their own lives.”

Shoving his hand through his hair, Dante growled a sigh, and sat back. “Holy freakin’ howls, my desk is covered with complaints, actual written letters. The Peak’s email system almost blew up. Glad we don’t do the social media thing–-too much NSA exposure. But scat hell,” Dante snarled, “I couldn’t walk around the club without my shifter and supernatural patrons stopping me, and pointedly saying Gil was looking damn good as dinner—fried, boiled, baked, spit-roasted over a campfire, charcoaled, barbequed, smoked slowly…you name it. And those were the polite folks.”

Dante paused, his rumbly chuckle dry, with little mirth. “My staff finally did an email campaign to let everyone know we fooled the mayor and friends into believing it was state money—that they and their loved ones were still safe from prying state eyes—from state regs and rules—from inspectors.”

“Like we need inspectors breathing down our necks, telling us how to run our businesses. You run a bad business here. No customers. Real simple.”

Dante swore real sparks flew from Kalindi’s eyes. The owner of the local ice creamery was normally angel-gentle. Except when riled. Then her goddess side super-stormed, lightning included.

“Quite a psy op to accomplish that mission—deceiving Gil, Louie, and Vernon. Then, driving off those two undercover agent posing as a state officials.” Delvezio wolf-snarled, baring his teeth briefly. “All that time I and my team could have made deals, brought in more organic produce and products. As it was I had to let some good offers go.”

“Temporary setback, Del.” Leaning forward, Dante clapped his Greek cousin on the shoulder. “By the Wolf Moon Mother, we’ll make up for it,” he assured. “Politics is a bloody fight no one wins.”

“It’s been gawd-awful hunting down, and erasing all the cyber tracks. Again.” Ezzy,  hacker extraordinnaire, spoke in a clipped manner. She crossed her arms, and  angrily tossed her waist-long red tresses. “Someone with the moniker, poindexter, is out to infiltrate Talbot’s Peak via the state’s computer system. Whoever this poindexter is, he’s behind handing out the money grants. Just discovered that before this meeting.”

“Poindexter.” Dante crunched the name between his partially emerged fangs.

“We’re game-planning how to sniff him/her/it out, and observe…before going in for the kill. Gotta know who is pulling the strings from the cyber shadows.”

“Keep me in the know,” Dante commanded. “Minute by minute, if necessary.”

“Will do, wolf boss man.”

Dante barked out a growl. The thought slid into his mind like a weasel thief in the night. “Maybe, we’ll sic this poindexter on Gil, Louie, and Vernon. The true danger of this situation might sink in, seep through those thick skulls of theirs—if their computer systems are compromised. If you, Ezzy, and your team, aren’t around to save their butts. As you do daily.”

“And thanks to Ezzy,” Kitty gave a nod to the fox shifter woman, “to all of our Guardian teams, everyone is still safe and sound in Talbot’s Peak. And, that’s the only reason I haven’t given Gil, Louie, and Vernon, a good cat-clawing—drawn serious blood. At least, not yet.”

Dante fastened his gaze on his Kitty as she fumed. Her gorgeous eyes glowed dangerously. With time, patience, and his love, his mate had discovered her power.

“And thanks to Delvezio,” Kitty gave him a wide smile, “we did fool those ‘mansion-trio’ fools into believing they were getting their precious money from the state. What the scat-attachment is to believing the establishment really cares about the folks in this town is beyond me. Especially in this day and age of massive *out the big fat wazoo* corruption. What? Do those three have father-issue complexes? And need a daddy-state?” Kitty snorted a sarcastic yowl, then folded her arms. “Louie is lucky I didn’t call him out with his infamous meat cleaver. He’s double-lucky I was too busy convincing good families not to move out of Talbot’s Peak. To wait until we could sort this all out.”

“I even gave Louie and Vernon the head’s up,” Kalindi spoke up. “That they were about to lose their strong customer base because of a possible exodus out of the Peak. That all of our business would suffer.”

About to respond, Dante opened his mouth just as the emergency buzzer sounded.  He sprang off his chair, leaped the few steps, and jerked open the door. His long-time trusted friend, White Fang, the super wolf, didn’t wait for an invitation. He slipped inside fast. Dante secured the door.

“Your sire is on the outskirts of Talbot’s Peak.” Even as he spoke, White Fang spun and faced Dante. “Minutes ago I spotted Damien and three of his top pack enforcers while flying perimeter patrol. His limo is unmistakable.”

“Yeah, black as the tar pits. Long as a giant’s casket,” Dante growly affirmed.

“Long story short, I directed the ole super hearing. Mayor Gil is about to get one spookalooza visit. Although,” White Fang paused for a beat, “on the positive side, roadkill wasn’t mentioned.”

“I told those know-it-all idjits that Damien wouldn’t take kindly to them compromising the Peak with state money.” Kitty rushed to Dante’s side.

“Even with the tunnel speeder, I won’t get there in time.” Dante gripped the door handle.

“I’m on it.” White Fang flashed out the door, saying, “I’ll intervene if it looks like Gil is about to wear a pair of cement boots.”

****

Damien settled himself in the mayoral chair. He tested out the swivel mechanism, then gave a derisive snort which became a low growl. “I should have brought my own chair. This is only fit for a piss-pathetic squirrel playin’ at being town mayor. Scat moon, it stinks like nuts in here.”

“Lights on, boss?” one of his enforcers asked.

“Naw. I want the squirrel to sweat. Shadowy monstrous figures and all. It’s the Halloween season.”

“We’re werewolves, boss…what’s with the shadowy figure business?”

“More godfather like, boys… but put your werewolf masks on, in case the mayor needs some more convincing. Now shut up. I hear the squirrel pattering up the steps.”

Damien leashed his own inner werewolf. Tight. Hard. It wouldn’t serve his purpose to fang-shred Gil into bloody bits. The unspoken truce between him and his disowned son—one *son of a wolf* formidable rival—served Damien’s current plans.

The door opened, and Damien watched the squirrel man walked inside. “Dante? You wanted an emergency meeting? What’s wrong?”

On that cue, one of Damien’s enforcers slammed the door shut. Gil jumped like a squirrel whose tail had been bitten, and whirled to the door.

“You’re not going anywhere, mayor. If you value that squirrel-human hide of yours, you’ll hear me out.”

“Who–who–who…?” Gil sounded like a distressed owl. Damien almost guffawed in a howl.

“Damien’s the name. Remember that name, mayor?”

Silence. Utter silence. The squirrel man froze as if he’d been bodily tossed into an icy river.

Rising to his full height, Damien gestured to the chair. “Have a seat, mayor. Let’s keep this civilized.”

“Civ–civ-civilized?” Gil crept toward the chair, his beady eyes crisscrossing.

“My disowned son, is far more generous than I..it appears.” Damien resumed his seat, posturing himself like the godfather from the movie of the same name. Once Gil managed to perch on the edge of the chair, he continued. “As I understand it,  you were given sufficient funds for your…what is it? … the Autumn Nip and Romp Fun Festival?”

“Close enough,” Gil squeaked out.

“I also understand his mate—that cat woman—explained in no uncertain terms why it was unwise to accept funds from a state agency… yet, you did so.”

“It was forced upon…”

Damien bolted uprigh, pinning the shrinking Gil with his gaze. “Do you know why I took over this off-the-map town?” he boomed in werewolfian.

“Uh…uh, no…but, isn’t that what wolves do? Take–take over territory?”

Damien uttered a short irritated growl. “Of course, we do. Scat, I thought walnuts were good for brain health. Don’t you eat enough walnuts, mayor?”

“I’ll…I’ll eat more.”

Damien stalked in front of the puny desk, then glared down at the scrunched up were-squirrel who still maintained his human form.

“Granted,” Damien huffed in a pant of breath, “I am an ego maniac. So a drug-dealing psychiatrist will tell you. Yes, owning a town is ferociously appealing. But do you have any clue whatsoever why I really decided on this dangerous *get hunted down* move in the human-ruled world?”

Gil shook his head, his lips a straight line, as if they’d been permanently glued together.

Again Damien drew in a large breath, reminding himself the mayor was not particularly tasty. “I wanted to build a safe harbor, as they say. A safe den for my family, my pack. My grandpups. You,” he shoved his finger in Gil’s face, “you, and that *thinks he’s tough* rat, and that turncoat scat-brain, Vernon, are endangering my family, my pack. My grandpups.”

Striding to the side of the room, Damien tightened the leash on his werewolf, stopping his shift. “You don’t get it, squirrel. Talbot’s Peak only survives and grows as a safe town for you, your family—for shifters, and Lupa knows what kind of other supernaturals—because my disowned son makes certain everyone is protected. He, and those who surround him protect this territory from invaders you wouldn’t dream about in your worst nightmares.”

“When you have a moment, mayor, you might want to think about this scenario. If my disowned son decides to build his own town, how many in Talbot’s Peak would pick up, leave immediately? I’ve been told his Pleasure Club can already accommodate the current population, should there be one of those prepper, *end of the world* emergencies.

“If your peanut brain is capable, think about this possibility. All my disowned son has to do is choose a suitable location, send in the planners and builders. He could replicate this place in less than a year, given his resources. You,” Damien spun to Gil, “would have to rely on state aid, state handouts to help your rapidly lessening population. Count on the slackers, not many of them, to be at the head of any line with their paws out.

“Also, mayor, do give this consideration.” Damien straightened his suit jacket, an imitation of Marlon Brando in “The Godfather”. “You have no standing army to protect yourself from those who are only too willing to destroy every shifter on Earth.” Damien paused for effect. “It’s doubtful Mr. Turkle and his gun-toting clan would come to your rescue.”

Damien sauntered toward the door. He tipped his invisible hat. “Good luck, as they say, mayor. Oh, as a matter of course you might want to know those were not state funds that were ‘forced’ upon you… or, an offer you couldn’t refuse. You, and the chef rat, and that wolf turncoat, were duped, bamboozled, played during that recent meeting with my disowned son. Yeah scat, I got my own official sources. But gotta give that black-sheep son of mine a big paw-slap of credit. Turns out he’s a fang off the ole werewolf block when it comes to deception—when it comes down to protecting his pack, and the pack’s territory.”

“Ah,” Damien spun from the door. “Almost forgot this warning, mayor. Quite neglectful of me. Should you, and your friends, decide to go with the system, as they say, I plan to immediately establish my complete dominance over Talbot’s Peak. Roadkill reports in the Guts and Butts Gazette will skyrocket, let’s say. You should also know a new version of the werewolf mammoth merely awaits my command.

“Of course, my disowned son, and his Guardians, would try to protect you, all of you remaining Peakites. However, he, they will be weakened by rebuilding, by providing homes for those who leave this town. After all, my disowned son’s first alpha responsibility will be to those loyal to him.” Damien loosed a bark of diabolical-sounding laughter. “Let the werewolf wars begin.

“Confidentially, mayor, for your squirrel ears only, my black-sheep son is too powerful to fight jaw to jaw. Yes, I admit it. I failed to put the dominant-bite on him soon enough—due to my underestimation of his alpha abilities. And, rule number one, I don’t start wars I could lose.

“One more little tidbit, a nut tossed your way, mayor. Look at it this way. Do you want to live under the alpha protection of my disowned son? Or, beneath my much less benevolent protection?”

A huge wolfish grin split Damien’s face as he strolled through the door one his enforcers immediately opened. “Trick or treat, Mayor Gil.”

“Scat! I didn’t get to go werewolf on the lousy squirrel…”

“Next time, Deboner, next time. I promise.”

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTERSEDUCTIONS.

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October 27, 2015

Promise Her Sunlight… Promise Her Halloween At The Bohemian Thunder Club by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 3:19 pm

Shapeshifter lovers, Happy Howloween with lots of eerie, black-cat yowls.

So, the spookiest night of the year is streaking toward us like a mob of hostile apparitions. And again, I apologize for another late posting. However caretaking duties comes first.

And yes, I hope you enjoy another flash scene with my human heroine, Kailla, who is being courted by Thundercloud, a god-wolf shifter. Big hunky Thunder stars in this scene, and is not expecting Kailla’s arrival at his pack-clan’s nightclub. However, he is not a wolf to be caught off guard.

The previous flash scenes are: *One Shade of Silver Wolf*, *Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash.*, *Did the man lift mountains as a hobby?*, and *Halloween Huntress of the Star Empire*.

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Promise Her Sunlight… Promise Her Halloween At The Bohemian Thunder Club

“Promise her sunlight.” Thundercloud’s big brother, Thunderbolt clapped him on the shoulder as he spoke. Yet, Bolt’s sharp gaze remained on the nightclub’s prep crew, who scurried about efficiently checking and rechecking every inch of The Bohemian Thunder Club. All must be in perfect order, immaculately clean—the candles lit .

The warm candlelight sparkled the glassware, the silverware, and diamond-shimmered the crystal centerpieces, trimmed in gold. Most superior though, a woman’s beauty was enhanced by firelight, and her soul always responded. Her feminine essence flamed high, becoming a splendor men fell headfirst into.

With his superior nose—the best nose of his clan-pack—Thundercloud carefully sniffed the stimulating, pungent blend of essential oils infusing the air. As he always did when working at the club. Reminiscent of their Norse god roots, the married scents of deep forest,  spring flowers, and sky, were carried by the breezy currents of their circulation system.

For moments, he watched the team of men shifters worked enthusiastically, in large part, because of the rewards. Certainly, they were paid well, and had major perks at the club. However, it was the gorgeous banquet of women who would be arriving soon that put lightning up their spines…as he and his wolf shifters siblings phrased it. .

“Promise her sunlight,” Thundercloud grumbled in a growl. “Sound mating advice if Kailla was a Norse maiden, and we lived in our wintry homeland.”

“Give her time. Your future mate is a human female, after all. You realize they require patience, and a tenderer care.” Bolt gave a nod to their bar manager, who signaled that all was ready from his station within the semi-curved, plush area. Instead of polished wood, the surface of the bar was silvery-veined marble.

“Go inspect the troops. It will distract you for a short time, brother.” Bolt indicated their hunky male servers. Attired in only faux-fur loin cloths and lace-up suede boots, they lined up near the entrance, ready to wait on their women customers.

As Thunder spun toward the mostly naked lineup of ‘beefcake’ men, Bolt slapped him heartily on the back, his sympathies clear. He’d earned the trust of his human mate, Krystal, over a year’s time—after rescuing her in New York’s Central Park.

Focusing, despite the strength of his mating ache, Thundercloud critically eyed the appearance of each server. The women who frequented the nightclub wanted eye candy, men they could ogle, appreciate without fear of being hit on—as the human saying went. That is, unless such attentions were desired.

Before any man was allowed to work at The Bohemian Thunder Club, he was dutifully informed that if he dared harm any woman in any manner, he’d have his throat ripped out by wolf.

Near the end of the lineup, Thundercloud’s nose did him proud. She was here. His Kailla.

He whirled around before she entered. “You’re on your own, gentlemen. Please the ladies, and you’ll be pleasing our pack. And you know the rewards.” Thundercloud ate up the floor with his long strides, not hearing one word spoken to him.

Had curiosity gotten the better of his beauty? Did she want to see him in his nightclub environment? By the battleaxe, he’d offered to escort her many a time, show her the club, and treat her as his untouched queen for the night.

Yet, she’d refused, but did not refused his courtship, dating him as was the American custom. Now…???

“Kailla,” he rumbled low and soft, once she cautiously strolled inside. Thundercloud took up her hands, noting the evening makeup she’d applied to her lovely face.

She wore a simple mini-frock, the color of a pale pink winter sunset. The material glimmered over her sumptuous curves, and caressed her at mid thigh. The very thighs he panted over.

“You don’t mind that I’m here…do you?” She gave him a soft smile, then flipped her  loose, shiny hair. The dark coppery color glinted in the candlelight.

Thundercloud did some mental howling and wolfish panting. “No, of course not, Kailla. I’ve been attempting to persuade you. For how long now?”

After a flirtatious smile, she raised on tiptoe. Their lips met in what Thundercloud thought of as a greeting kiss. For public consumption only, their kiss ended way too soon. Yet, the underlying passion flowed and swelled like a river during spring rains.

“I thought I’d come and see what I was in for, since…” She took his offered arm, and Thundercloud moved them toward the bar.

“Since,” he prompted at her hesitation. Thundercloud stroked her arm, his gaze seeking out the perfect table for them.

“Since…” she drew in a hiss of breath, and released it. “I have a costume…and you invited me to the club’s Halloween party.”

Thundercloud grinned, lighting up inside as if he sat beneath one of the recent super moons. “Hints about your costume, my beauty, so I may choose a suitable compliment,” he managed in a steady and gentlemanly voice.

“Hmmm…it’s…it’s rather racy. For me, anyway. Wow,” she halted her steps, “forgive me for staring. But you weren’t kidding about mostly naked, extremely hunky men.”

Possessiveness stormed through Thundercloud. His blood pressure soared to the height of their clan’s mountaintop castle. His wolf bared his fangs and growled a warning. MINE!

However, the cooler part of his nature realized his Kailla merely spoke the truth. Also, the undertone of her words was not lascivious, or desire for another man.

“Words like thunder break the silence,” she offered the familiar song lyric, once they resumed their steps. “Did I insult you?”

“No, my beauty. You simply spoke truth. The fault is within me. I am a possessive man.” Thundercloud well know his candor could work against him. Yet, he wanted as much emotional honesty between them as possible—before he revealed his god-shifter side.

“How about I parade mostly naked before you? Serve you this evening, my beauty. Is there a fur loincloth that pleases your eye most among the styles our servers wear?”

She squeezed his arm, and Thundercloud felt Kailla’s womanly delight, her relief. “Mmm…they’re all fabulously primal. I see tiger, zebra, leopard, black panther, buffalo, polar bear, lion…is that supposed to be wolf skin?”

“All is left to the woman’s imagination,” Thundercloud lightly teased. “Would you like to view the full …

“The full monty,” she teased in return, interrupting him. “Did you ever even see that movie?” she inquired at his silence.

“Movie?”

“No. I’m guessing you don’t know what I’m referring to.”

“I have heard the term,” Thundercloud swung Kailla before him. “Now that I think upon it.” He paused, his gaze feasting on her slightly flushed face. “No full monty here, my beauty, within the confines of the club, of course. Now the Pleasure Club…that is an entirely different erotic story. As you may know.”

“So I’ve heard.” Dry as the wine he preferred, his woman’s tone.

Their gazes fused, their passion simmering, ready to erupt into a fiery torrent. Yet, the emotion between them, it was great as the mountains he revered. Their hearts beat for each other. Thundercloud heard them become one in rhythm.

“Space babe meets kickass huntress…my costume.” Kailla spoke in a near whisper, her eyes smokey, yet starry with desire. “Why don’t you surprise me, cave man?” She flipped her gaze to his groin.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS

October 16, 2015

Halloween Huntress of the Star Empire by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 2:44 am

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS.
No, this isn’t my heroine, Kailla… but she like this vintage space babe. 

Shapeshifter lovers, Happy Early Howloween with lots of eerie yowls.

Closer and closer, Halloween-mania lurks… well yeah, the gremlins are causing nasty internet connection problems for me… I spent most of the night trying to figure out the problem… which is probably not smart, given my techie-unsmartness.

Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy another flash scene with my erstwhile heroine, Kailla, who is being courted by Thundercloud, a god-wolf shifter. Okay, big hunky Thunder isn’t in this scene… *boohoo* … but Kailla is discovering just the right costume, and has convinced herself to accept a date with him on Halloween Eve.

The previous flash scenes are: *One Shade of Silver Wolf*, *Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash.*, and *Did the man lift mountains as a hobby?*.

Update: I had to install Chrome to get this posted… ~sighs~ 
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Halloween Huntress of the Star Empire

Kailla halted, her hand in mid-reach for the costume shop’s old-fashioned glass door. Once she entered…yeah, so likely she’d be carried away, enchanted, then seduced by one or more of the artsy designs—really more fantasy-inspired than on the ghoulie ghostie side.

With the weather being Autumn-crisp and deliciously sunny she’d been walking to her job at the library. Each day the Halloween costumes changed in the small display window …well, the last few days, anyway…which begged the question: were the amazing creations being snapped up that fast, or…

Still hesitant to enter, Kailla shook her head at herself, her long strands of red hair brushing her shoulders. She’d let it loose for the weekend. Children and unrestrained tresses simply didn’t work…not when she was constantly bending over to assist them.

Then, there was the ‘big’ decision. Thundercloud had invited her to the Halloween eve party at his nightclub. Kitty, who she’d discovered was the *one and only* of Dante, owner of the Pleasure Club complex—where Thunder’s establishment was located—had assured Kailla the club was legit and thriving. And that the Thunder man as she thought of her persistent suitor—to use an antiquated phrase—would be on his best behavior.

Firming her chin, Kailla shoved on the handle. At the same moment, the door was pulled open. “Come on in, honey,” a woman with bright friendly eyes, and a lovely round face, encouraged. “The name is  Mirinda. Me and my two daughters can brew up any costume you fancy.”

Stepping inside, Kailla offered her hand, and introduced herself. “I’m new in town. But I bet you know that, given the size of Talbot’s Peak.”

Mirinda warmly clasped her hand between both of hers, then ushered Kailla inside. “Gossip is faster than a greyhound chasing a rabbit dinner around here. Truth is, me and mine are new here too. Moved into town late summer last year. We had a small business designing for theater productions. Morphed to this…” Mirinda gestured to the costumes that had been haphazardly but beautifully arranged in every available space.

“What incredible awesome costumes you and your daughters have created. Fantasy eye candy for sure.” Kailla smiled widely as she feasted her gaze on the sheer wonderfulness of it all. “This reminds me of the boutique shops back home. Or what was home. I spent way too much at times.”

“Well, thank you for the kind words. You just keep on looking, Kailla, until one of them speaks to what’s inside you that wants to come out. Come out of the closet, as they say.”

“Revealing my darker nature for Halloween?” Kailla bantered as she slowly rotated. She didn’t want to miss the details of each costume.

“Revealing the part of you that’s taken a beating. Been my experience society isn’t too kind to us nonconformists.”

“No,” Kailla agreed in a soft subdued voice. “Not kind at all.”

“There’s mulled cider, and pumpkin frosted donuts,” Mirinda tempted in a much cheerier voice.

“That’s what smells so fabulously cinnamony. I’d love a cup of cider.” Noticing that very few of the costumes she’d seen in the display window were in the shop, Kailla asked, “Is business pretty good?”

“Can’t complain worth a goose’s honk. Doing well, considering the other costumeries in town, and at the Pleasure Club.”

Mirinda handed her a steamy, clove-fragrant mug of the mulled cider. Kailla inhaled gratefully. Then, with both hands wrapped around the dainty, real porcelain mug, she took a sip.

“Mm-mm. This is delicious.” Kailla drank several swallows of the irresistible cider, before saying, “You ladies have no boundaries as far as imagination. I love it.”

After a period of silence, where Kailla wandered to her heart’s content simply enjoying the fantasies evoked by the costumes, and fingering the various lush and silky fabrics, she heard Mirinda ask, “Do you believe in witches, Kailla?”

“Do you mean as in Wicca? Or on the dark-side, the satanists?” Given the underlying seriousness she’d heard in Mirinda’s voice, Kailla turned to face her.

“Sort of.” Mirinda smiled charmingly. “Let’s say a cross between a Wiccan and the character, Samantha, from “Bewitched”.

“I’m afraid my background is mostly academia. So I’m out of that loop.” The next instant Kailla got smacked in the forehead with a memory from her childhood. “You know, my mother would tell me stories about both of my grandmothers. I never knew them. My parents were older, and both grandmothers had passed away before I was born. But to the point, they would have been considered witches…burned in Salem.”

Kailla visibly trembled just thinking about that end. Although, nothing of the sort had happened, as far as she knew. Time to have an in-depth conversation with her mother.

“Yes, I see that heritage in your aura.” In a non-threatening manner, Mirinda gazed at her intensely. The proprietress, and obvious witch, stood next to a small lovely sitting area. “Besides,” she smiled, and Kailla witnessed her inner wisdom, “the Mother Goddess has made certain we could speak privately. Usually there are more customers, even this early on a Saturday morning.”

Kailla decided to confront the obvious. “Then, you are a witch…of sorts.”

“I am. Would you mind if I used my intuition?” Mirinda moved toward the back room. “I believe the costume my daughter is working on might be perfect for you.”

“Is your daughter here?” Kailla politely asked.

“No, she’s sleeping. Long night. Big date.” Mirinda turned toward her. “Speaking of, Kailla, the whole town is abuzz, like a whole sky full of hungry bees…that is, over Thundercloud’s courtship.”

Kailla’s cheeks flamed. Unexpectedly. When had that happened recently?

“Yeah…I don’t know what to do with him.” Somewhere inside, Kailla felt her surrender. “Except, I guess, I’ve just decided to be his date at his club’s Hallow’s Eve party.”

“Be right back,” Mirinda sang.

Kailla couldn’t miss the big grin splitting the woman’s face. Although, her stomach was another matter. A whole flock of fluttering butterflies hatched out.

“Here we go.” Mirinda appeared within minutes.

And… there it was! Sexy space girl wearing gleaming silver, miniskirt included, meets kickass huntress with serious leather gear, and a very realistic looking bow.

“Oooh, I love it. Yes…yes…yes…”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

October 10, 2015

Kitty Hands Out the Big Bucks by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 6:10 pm
Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS.

October-spooky howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Yes, Kitty is on a rare rampage. Normally a well-mannered librarian and Dante’s loving mate, Kitty has come a long way, baby… that is, since the time she was considered roadkill by Damien, the werewolf leader who is Dante’s sire, the werewolf who originally took over the town of Talbot’s Peak. Now look at her…

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Kitty Hands Out the Big Bucks

Kitty sighed with deep frustration, which turned into an exasperated huff. Her inner cat tail slashed back and forth as she stared at the fat brown envelope on her office desk. Dante, her mate and the alpha werewolf owner of the Pleasure Club, had stuffed it with money, and with the town’s currency, Talbies.

Hoping to soothe herself, Kitty took a sip of her brewing tea, a lavender blend she found particularly lovely to inhale, as well as to drink. After wriggling into a more comfortable position, she cradled her pleasantly warm mug.

Intentionally, Kitty blanked her mind. For now…phssssst. Bast, before she had a hissing fit, and morphed into her feline form.

She’d so wanted to spend the day training her new assistant, Kailla, on the library’s computer system. She’d painstakingly prepared, and now… well, large dollar figures did strange and wicked things to people, including shifters. Evidently.

Kitty indulged in a long sip of her tea while wondering when folks were going to care more about loving each other, and creating a good life together… that is, more than the enticement of getting the big bucks, especially from a source that could not be trusted.

She shook her blonde curls while images of the big buck shifters in Talbot’s Peak came to mind. Kitty smiled. Like any feline predator worth her catch, she loved fastening her gaze on the powerful bucks as they trotted, as they galloped through the forested areas, and over the meadows.

But those were definitely not the big bucks Mayor Gil, Vernon, and Louie were gluing their gazes on, or had glued their eyeballs on. Kitty well understood their desire to fund a Talbot’s Peak Fall Festival. It was good for business. Plus, family fun for one and all.

Kitty intended to enjoy the events, the sales, the food as advertized by flyers, and in the G&B Gazette. She planned on using her shifter claws to carve a pumpkin for the contest, simply to see if she could do it.

She let another sigh escape. Placing her mug on the electric warmer, she huntress-eyed the plump brown envelope. Once Mayor Gil was in his office…

Last night she and Dante had cuddled together, as they often did, while discussing how best to handle the latest emergency situation in town politics. Like they needed state government involved, infiltrating Talbot’s Peak again. Kitty rolled her eyes. Her inner claws flexed.

Yet, even with this aggravation, she’d arrived early, determined to personally focus on initiating Kailla in the library’s inner workings and protocols. Just as vital, she wanted to learn more about the human woman. Yowls, as cat-jumping quick as possible.

Given Kailla remained blissfully ignorant about shifters and the town’s supernatural population, Kitty intended to earn her trust. For several good reasons. Not the least of which was Thundercloud, the god-wolf shifter who had decided Kailla belonged to him as his mate.

The hot-trend scuttlebutt at Java Joe’s yesterday afternoon had been all about Thundercloud’s courtship-pursuit of the innocent human. Since Kailla hadn’t picked up and left town, the tires squealing, Kitty figured she remained unaware of his shifter side.

Thinking of… Kitty intuitively knew moments before there was a rap on her office door. “Come in,” she called out pleasantly.

Kailla entered and closed the door, her demeanor confident yet respectful. “Finally, we meet in person.” Smiling, she approached, then politely extended her hand.

Kitty stood, and shook the lovely woman’s hand, far more lovely in person than on Skype. No wonder Thundercloud was besotted, mating-bewitched, as Dante would say.

“You’ll forgive me, Kailla.” Kitty plucked up the brown envelope. “I’d planned to devote today to working with you. But I have an unexpected errand to run. Why don’t you walk around, familiarize yourself with our library. It shouldn’t take me long.” Kitty smiled, and gazed deep into the woman’s soul.

What she found impressed her, pleased her.

“Of course, I’d love to just wander about and familiarize myself.”

“Good.” Kitty moved toward the door. “Make a stop in our break area, Kailla. You’ll find all sorts of goodies. Organic and non-GMO, I promise.” That had been one selling point in hiring Kailla, and Kitty had exploited it for all it was worth. The woman’s educational background was extraordinary. Plus, she’d come highly recommended from her former employer.

“Be right back,” Kitty added, then headed for the door. Meow, burnt fishsticks and ‘plans were for fools’! She grabbed her jacket, and shrugged into it, forcing the envelope through the sleeve.

With each step toward the mayor’s mansion, her dander rose along with her inner-cat hackles. Okay meow, maybe she should be more forgiving. But gosh, gee willickers and twitching whiskers, did big sums of money mean that much? Certainly, if starvation and poverty reigned, of course. But Talbot’s Peak, even in these economically challenging times, still thrived. And assistance remained available to all.

Kitty practically burst through the mansion’s front doors. “The Mayor is expecting me,” she tossed at his assistant. “And if he’s not, he should be. Rwwwrrr,” she threw at the woman’s stunned expression.

She didn’t slow her footsteps one iota, and not bothering with any kind of knock, she thrust the door open. “Oh good. You’re all here,” she addressed Vernon and Louie. “That saves me a lot of trouble.”

“Kitty,” Gil began, rising from behind his desk. Confusion clouded his eyes. “What can…”

“Oh, snap it shut, squirrel boy.” Kitty slammed the envelope on his desk. “Why didn’t you contact Delvezio if you needed extra funds for the Fall Fair? To make improvements? Didn’t you agree to that during the last state-agent fiasco we had?”

“What? Cat got your tongue,” Kitty chided in the following silence.

“Hey there,” Louie began, “we don’t need no babysittin’ here.”

“Well, I beg to disagree, rat belly boy.” Kitty snarled, whirling toward him. “You’re not the one protecting the Peak from infiltrators, from black ops attacks day and night… are you?!” Kitty jabbed her finger into his prominent belly. “You wanna get your meat cleaver and meet me at high noon. We’ll see who draws blood first.”

“Kitty, calm down. It was a mistake, an honest mistake,” Vernon intervened. “We didn’t want to burden Dante. That’s all.”

“Well, thanks so much for the concern, wolf for dummies,” Kitty sarcastically  responded, her tone sharp as her claws. “Your actions in accepting that state money caused Dante’s cyber team to work like fiends cleaning up ‘your’ mess… erasing it out of the worldwide computer system. And I might add there were far more pressing ‘concerns’ happening. Like protecting the Pleasure Club from a super hack-attack that would have compromised every shifter and supernatural being here. Put that in your non-existent pipes and smoke it!”

“We had no idea.” Gil cautiously spoke, his wary gaze sweeping over her.

Kitty inhaled a huge breath, mentally calling back the fevered words that wanted to explode from her. Instead she slapped her hand on the brown envelope. “If this isn’t enough to fund the Fall Fair, to make your improvements, let me or Delvezio know. And if you have a complaint about Delvezio, if he isn’t helping you, let me know.”

“No complaints.” Gil nervously swallowed.

“Delvezio, no, no complaints about his working with us.”

Vernon’s ‘calm the waters’ tone did nothing for Kitty’s temper. She jerked another breath in and out.

“This isn’t a game, boys. The welfare of everyone in Talbot’s Peak territory is at stake. Dante, I, and many others, want to keep this a haven for our kind… and for the humans we love.” She paused, searching their faces. “Got it?!”

Not waiting for an answer, Kitty spun around marching for the door. Normally, she didn’t throw her weight around, or get her fur-ruff in this big of a huff. But when it came to saving everyone and everything she and Dante loved, that was whole other kettle of flying damn fish. And she wasn’t backing down. Not ever.

Especially not before a rat, no matter how many meat cleavers he had.

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 

Savanna 

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

October 2, 2015

Did the man lift mountains as a hobby? by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 4:14 pm

End of September howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Here’s another continuation of my recent flash scenes, *One Shade of Silver Wolf* and *Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash.*.  Thundercloud and Kailla are at Talbot Peak’s BBQ cookoff and faire, standing at one of the arts and crafts booths.

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Did the man lift mountains as a hobby?

Kailla willed her feet to move, to become unglued from the sidewalk. She needed to walk away, walk anywhere…leave! … there was just something about the man standing behind her. That ‘something’ tingle-shivered through her as if she suddenly found herself naked on a iceberg. What the hell?!

‘Move!’ she commanded her feet, even as the man began to answer the carver.

“Perfect, Carl. Those silvery shades are most popular with our customers. Count on my brother, Storm, to be in touch soon.”

With the man’s towering low voice doing the silky dance through her, Kailla twisted around to get a glimpse of him. Yeah, she’d failed. But, who had a brother named Storm? And he was called Thunder…

Her gaze kept rising. Eye-to-eye with his fab-abs at first—covered only by the stretchy clingy, dark gray material of his muscle shirt—Kailla stopped at the over-large breadth of his chest. Did the man lift mountains as a hobby?

“New in town?” the man pleasantly inquired. Although, the undertone of his voice was electric, just like a coming thunderstorm. And her body reacted.

“Yes.” Somehow the word croaked out of her constricted throat. Her gaze found his face, having halted again at his neck… a strong corded column, yet not bulky. He wasn’t the prize fighter type as her Dad would say.

Kailla absolutely stared at his bold features. Viking…the stuff of a woman’s fantasies. Oh, damn…

“Thundercloud,” he introduced himself. He started to raise his hand, as if he would shake hers. But there wasn’t enough room between them.

Good thing. If she touched him… well, his hand might feel way too good … and she really, really didn’t want to get involved. Besides, who knew what manly mojo he possessed? And, who could miss his interest in her—shining like a neon sign in his lake-blue eyes.

“Kailla.” Yeah, involuntarily her name had escaped. What now? She could say something like ‘I need to go’ … ‘nice meeting you’ … then just turn away…

“Which carving is your favorite, Kailla?” he conversationally asked… yet that *lightning in the air* feeling still zapped her. And why did her name have to feel so good when he said it?

And why couldn’t he be a dolt with pathetically few brain cells. No, oh no, a super intelligence lurked behind those Viking eyes. Double damn. Her only saving grace, the hormone thing hadn’t kicked in… well, not fully. She could still walk away.

Instead… “They’re all beautiful. Amazing, really. I take it you like wolves.”

Something flickered in the depths of his eyes. A secret? Kailla usually knew when someone lied, or was being deceptive. She’d been that way since a small child.

She’d also learned the hard way, as a kid, that some secrets should be kept hidden. To protect the innocent. Yeah, some secrets could be misinterpreted, then used like machine-gun ammo to take someone good down. Throughout her life, she’d watched it happen, time and time again. And been victimized herself a few times. Enemies were around every corner, especially in the current super-surveillance climate.

“You could say I like wolves,” he smoothly responded. “There are several packs around here. I’ve seen them in the wilds.”

Eeriness washed over Kailla. “I saw a wolf just before arriving in town. A huge silver one. It was strange,” she tacked on, even as goosebumps slithered down her arms.

“How so?” Again that flicker, and a speculative darkening of his eyes.

“I didn’t think wolves chased vehicles. I know he wasn’t a dog. Unless, he was less than half wolf.” Kailla paused, assessing the man’s expression. “Are the wolves in this area aggressive toward people?”

“In the last several years there have been a few incidents of wolves being aggressive. However, so far, it’s been against bad guys. Those who have hurt others.” Thundercloud’s stance eased. His penetrating gaze remained the same. “No one was killed or hurt seriously. Although…”

“Although?” Kailla quirked a brow, sensing there was a complexity to the situation he wasn’t revealing.

An audible whoosh of breath passed between his admittedly gorgeous lips. “Some years ago before I and my brothers arrived, there was a change in the power structure of the town.” After a hesitation, he continued. “As I understand, a woman named Kitty was threatened after she wrote a letter to editor of the G & B Gazette. She complained about the change in the paper. The word ‘roadkill’ was used, and some charged, believed a werewolf pack had taken over Talbot’s Peak.”

“Wow… that is, is unusual.” Taken aback by his words, Kailla wondered that she didn’t take actual steps backward.

“That story brings in the tourists,” Carl, the wood carver, piped up. “Nowadays folks believe the wolves are like spirit-animal protectors. Right, Thunder?”

“Right. Like you say. Kailla, if you’d like to meet Kitty, she runs the library in town. She’s also Dante’s girl. He owns the business complex where my brothers and I have a nightclub.”

Nightclub. Images ran rampant through her head. A Viking hunk who apparently owns a nightclub. Did his brothers resemble him?

“That’s why all the wolf art?” Kailla figured she’d go down that trail, for now. That is, instead of explaining she’d already met Kitty, by phone, by Skype, and was about to teach computer research skills at the library. “People think of the wolves as protectors?”

Thunder gave a short nod. “Would you like a spirit wolf in wood form? I’d like to buy one for you.”

A gift. Double oh no! The man was real serious about getting to know her. Decision time.

‘Walk away,’ Kailla told herself. Repeatedly told herself. Say anything, make any excuse. Just leave.

Was she nodding in acceptance? Good God! What was she doing? Every particle of her wanted to cocoon for awhile. Lick her wounds. Adjust to life in Talbot’s Peak.

But no… other parts of her sparked to life. Unable to prevent her next words, Kailla heard herself speak. “Thank you. I’d like a spirit wolf, given I’ll be living in Talbot’s Peak. I’m sure I need the good luck, the protection.”

Did Thunder’s features just transform? What appeared to be a satisfied smile flashed across his face. His eyes glowed bluer, the gleam almost supernatural.

“Let’s find out which one is your favorite.” He pivoted and swept his arm over the display.

Still attempting to talk herself out of accepting a gift from him, Kailla tore her gaze from his face. She turned around, and with deliberate care studied the lovely carvings. Was there one that closely resembled the enormous silver wolf she’d seen charging her minivan?

“How about this one?” Carl reached beneath his table producing a carving that was substantially larger than the ones on the table. The running wolf had been carved out of a silvery wood.

“Oooh, I like it. Wait. Isn’t this too expensive?” Okay, her thrifty nature had surfaced. But, she didn’t want this Thunder guy thinking he could buy her, either.

Still, as Carl handed the beautiful powerful wolf to her, Kailla took hold. She wanted a closer look at the magnificent wood sculpture. She wanted to feel it. Yep, she was tactile by nature also. Studying the carving’s detail, she stroked over the wolf with one fingertip.

“Hardly too expensive.” Thunder spoke in a magnanimous growl.

“I’ll put it on your bill.” Carl’s enthusiasm at the sell couldn’t be missed. Okay, who was she to deny him a living? Not like artists had it easy. Usually.

“Why don’t I wrap that up for you?” Carl retrieved one of his attractive bags, and reached for the tissue paper.

Kailla handed over the wolf carving. The deed was done. She’d have to deal with the consequences. With that in mind, she faced Mr. Viking Thundercloud.

‘Thank you,’ formed on her lips. But before she could speak, he asked, “Are you hungry?”

Embarrassingly, her stomach growled. “Obviously hungry like a wolf.” Kailla grinned a little at him. “Missed some meals on my drive to Talbot’s Peak.”

“Why don’t we do a tour and decide which BBQ stand to try first.” Thundercloud offered his arm.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 

Savanna 

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS.

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