ShapeShifter Kisses

June 30, 2016

Sensual Sabotage…Futuristic First Person WIP ~ Savanna Kougar

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

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

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

Summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

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

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

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

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

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

Earth Colony Seven Nautilus
Earth Year Calendar, 2072

Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

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June 24, 2016

Cover Art Update … and the Porpoise Shapeshifter

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 6:28 am

 Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

Kissing Porpoise Posters by Alan Metz at AllPosters.com

Howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Summery heat on the tame prairie, alright. And the fields are being hayed…big round bales abound. Wow, lots of critters are roaming around at night, and I can’t identify all the sounds happening. And no, I haven’t been able to get the right lawn mower yet. ~sighs~

However, I decided, despite my budgetary restrictions, to contact amazing cover artist, Amanda Kelsey of ~razzdazzdesign.com~ I wasn’t able to create the results I wanted for WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL, the cover art…no surprise there, given my lack of digital art training. Also, when I did a cursory search for premade covers…GOOD GOSH! They wanted these high prices for covers that can’t compare to Amanda’s artistry. Who pays for this bad-quality stuff???

That asked, I have seen some good premade covers…one site is Jimmy Thomas’s  ~romancenovelcovers.com~ Of course, it doesn’t work if you can’t find one that actually fits your story. Yeah, not many winged horse heroines out there. And even if you only look for a cover that depicts the couple and their passion, if it doesn’t fit the love story, it just doesn’t.

So, I just completed and e-sent the cover art form to Amanda. However, she can’t get to the design until the beginning of July. That gives me a chance to do some fine-tooth editing on the manuscript, which I’ve been doing on Chapter Two.  There are some tricky paragraphs describing the hero’s past as a super soldier.

Okay then, back to penning this bloggie…in the meantime I trekked down to my far-away mailbox. The air had turned much cooler, so that was good. But the sad thing—a gorgeous, very tall Mullein plant had been mutilated, and the smaller one next to it, also…why and who cut off a bunch of leaves and the flowering top? … don’t know. The plant wasn’t hurting anyone, and I enjoyed seeing it nearly everyday. Mullein is a very healing plant, especially for the lungs, and I wanted it to grow. Also, the leaves were used like toilet paper because they are so soft. Of course, many believe Mullein is a weed…what a pity that ‘belief’ is. ~sad sighs~

On the good side…

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…the story idea from last week continues with the hero’s pov…

For half a year’s turning, he’d been keeping watch on the beaches where women often sunbathed alone. Now… by Poseidon’s dream, he’d found her, the human woman who would be his mate.

All he had to do was enchant the flame-haired beauty into his arms, activate her antediluvian, mermaid-like genes, then return to his undersea world.  Within her crystalline-bright aura, he witnessed the ancient genetic codes. Clear as the sky above, he also observed her feminine powers.

Most likely she had only a small awareness of her true goddess nature. That was the way of surface humanity. They’d been deactivated, cut off from their deepest spiritual knowing.

For ages, his pre-Atlantean race had lived in great civilizations beneath the sea. Porpoise shapeshifters, they’d adapted to ocean life on Earth after being marooned.

Marooned, because their ancestral, space-exploration ship encountered a devastating ion storm. The crew heroically limped the ship to the blue-water world. As time passed, the engineers could find no way to repair the leviathan-sized craft, and all communication with the nearest outpost had been lost.

Not wanting to frighten the naked beauty more than he already had, he stayed put on the beach. In his favor, the woman didn’t leap up and run off, but stared at him.

Slowly, he began his transformation to human form. Since the catastrophic fall of Atlantis, contact with the surface people had significantly dwindled, creating the idea that his kind was only a fanciful notion.

Only recently, with the need for new blood to keep their race vital, to thrive genetically, he and others in the warrior class searched for suitable human mates.

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Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

June 17, 2016

…the odd beautiful porpoise…

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 4:48 am

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~

Howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

A reprieve from the sudden elevation in summery-high heat today on the tame prairie, given rainclouds sailed by, and there was a nice overcast. Yeah, I’ve been searching for an *affordable* high wheel lawn mower… I need some good paths through my jungly countryside yard. And my health is finally up to this kind of exercise. Although, I have to be very careful, and am far from being completely healthy.

However, it’s a quandary about the lawn mower because I need to spend the money on stocking up on food. A grocery store is not just a jump, hop, and skip away…plus, with the current *emergency–anything could happen* climate, it is simply wise to be as prepared as possible.

So, it looks like I’ll be getting some good help with the cover art for WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL…but that’s about three weeks away. In the meantime, I’m editing/revising the final chapters, and will be fine-tuning the manuscript for Indie pubbing.

What’s next on the writing schedule? Good question. I’ve got projects up the wazoo, one of them being BLACK CAT BEAUTY, which was published at Liquid Silver. I wanted to do a quick revision, then Indie pub…but life took a different not-good turn, and I haven’t had the time or energy.

Another writerly project is an erotic romance menage tentatively titled: Wild Card Woman… my heroine ends up in a future Earth timeline with six sex-starved cowboys.

Anyway, I’m considering trying out an idea. That is, offering WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL here on the blog—in addition to the regular ebook vendors—for a dollar less in price. The ebook would be in PDF, and after making a paypal payment, then I’d email the book to you. But we’ll see.

Also, given my severe time limitations these days, I’m just not up to penning a new Flash Scene…not right now.

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HOWEVER… this story idea just popped into my head…

The small private cove was ideal. The turquoise ocean, brilliant with late morning sunshine, lapped the white-sand beach. Cushioned by the hot sand, her naked body soaked in the life-giving rays. Serenity gradually replaced the severe stress she’d been under for the past year.

Escape.

She’d never been one to turn tail and run… that was before HIM, the creepazoid who’d stolen her inheritance…almost.

Now escape felt good, given the con man extraordinairre had been sentenced to a long prison term. Okay, his brother had vowed revenge. But so what.

Listening to the soft crash of the waves, she stretched. Lazily, she settled into a new position on her thick towel, picked up her adventure romance novel, and leaned back against the beach pillow.

Even immersed in the story, she glimpsed the porpoise from the corner of her eye. Kind of hard to miss, the splendid creature swam back and forth, as if he or she wanted attention.

Since Mr. or Ms. Porpoise continued to glide close enough to the shore to be easily seen, she gave the sea mammal her undivided attention. Good gosh, how large was he?

Her eyes widened as the porpoise’s coloring dramatically changed. A sheen of vibrant blue and emerald green covered his streamlined yet strongly built form.

The moment she squinted and stared, the odd beautiful porpoise halted his methodical back and forth. With a minimal splash, he turned, swimming in her direction.

Startled, she straightened, but stayed put as he slid through the shallow waters. Yes, her heart thumped noisily.

Whipping to the side just before the shoreline, the unique porpoise gazed at her with one exceptionally large eye—as if he took her measure. Even from this distance, she observed glints of blue and green in his eye, like gems thrown inside—and the ring of white around his eye that glistened like crystal.

What the…???! What kind of porpoise species was he?

She leaned forward, studying him intently. An instant later, she was jerking backward, and dropping her book. He winked at her, a slow deliberate wink—even an audacious wink.

Could that be?

Before she could react, the huge shimmery creature faced her. Using the undulating power of his magnificent tail, he moved onto the beach…at least, the first half of him.

Run? Stay? Run like hell? Stay and see what happened next? Paralyzed by indecision, she simply stared, and felt her eyes widen to saucer-size.

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Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

June 9, 2016

Love Will Find You… and Cover Art Progress

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 9:16 pm

  
Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

Howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Summery greetings from the tame prairie…the yard rabbits are hopping through the tall grass and greenery…the deer have their regular travel route, which includes my surrounding acreage, and the front yard…sometimes, I hear the bucks snorting back and forth…and it’s getting hotter, as far as temps…several weeks ago I saw two nearly full-grown wild turkeys strutting by, not fifty feet from the front door…that was a first.

Anyway, only the last chapter of WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL remains to be revised/edited. As I said before, this is an erotic sex scene where my heroine, Keina, is giving Drev, his Christmas Eve present.

Also, I’ve been working on a longer blurb, and one of those condensed, few-line promos. This is what I have so far.

A passion that cannot be denied…

A woman banished from her realm…

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

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BLURB: Drev Zander, ex super-soldier, built a new life in Wolf Peak Territory. His traumatic past is fading. On the Guardian Team, he battles sinister enemies threatening the shapeshifter community. After a mysterious Pegasus ruins his T-day plans, Drev finds the woman he’s been waiting for. Will she rule his heart?

Keina Svonj, winged horse shifter, is banished from her realm. The dastardly Prince convinced the King. Flying above the Montana forest, Keina interferes with a hunter. She mind-melds with him, and realizing her mistake, makes amends. Passion explodes between them. Love follows. Will Drev save her from a forced marriage?

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

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And… DRUMROLL, PLEASE… I’ve been experimenting with creating my own cover art. I’ve always loved anything artsy, and have a bit of talent I’ve never really developed, as far as painting, drawing, etc. Of course, coming up with good cover art, is much more than being an artist-creative type. So, we’ll see.

Above is what I came up with, so far, using the *befunky photo editor*. I like the results, but have no idea if anyone else would… I want to add a couple of other images, and no, I don’t know what I’m doing…but will proceed nonetheless. I did add text I like, but couldn’t get rid of the original textbox. ~sighs~

On the good news side, I purchased a Wordperfect 12 CD, which installed just fine on the new/used computer. Those CDs are hard to find, and the Kougar paid well for it…but at least, it works. Yeah, I tried OpenOffice, which is good in certain ways…however Wordperfect is just easier to use for this Big Cat.

Also, the prologue I wrote of Keina arriving on Earth from her dimension-realm, Equirion, is now Chapter One. Here’s a preview of the first seven paragraphs.
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Chapter One:
Love Will Find You

The Realm of Equirion,
Home To a Race of Winged Horse Shapeshifters
November 2015, Earth Calendar Time

“You will regret this punishment. I am innocent.” Keina tilted her chin in defiance, even as she obediently walked toward the King’s travel portal, a gateway to several dimensions.

“Let us hope when you return, Keina, love will find you. It is past time you were happily mated.” The King’s sonorous, all-knowing voice rang through the castle chamber.

How dare he! Flubergastov, she cursed. It’s not as though I’ve hoof-kicked love away.
As she waited for the crystal key to be inserted, Keina folded her arms. She chomped down on the bit that was her rising fury. No good would be served if she threw a rip-snorting tantrum.

But what am I? The Queen of Being Banished?

Still, Earth did have its delights, as she’d been forced discover. What did excite her, though. During her last trip to the blue-marble planet, she’d discovered a haven for shapeshifters—located inside the state of Montana.

The portal’s entry-point appeared, and Keina stepped into a narrow hallway inside an ancient Atlantean temple. An instant of dizziness hit her, unusual, but likely caused by her extreme distress, her seething anger.

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Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

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