Sunday, August 5, 2018

***KNOCK ON WOOD*** SciFi Erotic Romance Anthology

Summery howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, I have simply not had the time and energy to blog as an author. Sad, but all too true. 

Life on my tame prairie, yep, lots of tales including some visitations by adorable tiny toadies. And I see many, very cute half-grown bunnies during my half-mile trek down to the mailbox. Of course, I don't have time to share. My apologies. 

After days of humidity-hell weather, the temps cooled and it's been quite pleasant for several weeks now. Am I ever grateful! Today was hotter, but not humid-miserable. 

Okay, the good news ***KNOCK ON WOOD***  is that I have been writing a SciFi erotic romance, several stories actually... and I just MIGHT get one finished and be able to submit the story for a promo-type anthology... info below: 

Editor: Delilah Devlin
Deadline: November 15, 2018

STRANDED is open to all authors.

Editor/Author Delilah Devlin (me!) is looking for stories for a romantic erotica anthology tentatively entitled STRANDED:  A BOYS BEHAVING BADLY ANTHOLOGY.

Why write a short story for this collection? Well, it’s certainly not about making a lot of money, so why do it at all? I have several thoughts…

Writing a short story for a call for submissions is a chance to flex your writing muscle! It can be a chance to experiment with a genre you’ve never written. If you’ve never written a story in first person but don’t want to begin by writing an entire novel using it, start short! For myself, I’ve written stories in new genres or with fresh themes that ended up being so much fun to write they’ve spawned entire series.

You have a deadline! I don’t know about you, but I have trouble keeping my butt in the chair without one!

It’s a promotional opportunity! If selected, you’ll be joined by 12-15 other authors for the launch, sharing your audiences and, hopefully, picking up new readers along the way. Having your story in the collection is another chance to be “seen.”

And remember, you retain the rights to your story, so you can republish it for individual sale or give it away to attract subscribers to your newsletter. You might even decide there’s more story to tell and expand it into a novel!

Here’s what I’m looking for…

STRANDED: A BOYS BEHAVING BADLY ANTHOLOGY will include stories that satisfy the reader who craves stories about women who find themselves in extremely challenging circumstances—vulnerable to the elements and/or to their rescuers! But don’t create damsels in distress who don’t have an inner core of resolve to save themselves. Heroines must be strong characters, otherwise, how will they attract and capture the love of a strong alpha hero?

I’m eager to work on my next delectable anthology—this one filled with stories about women who find themselves—STRANDED. Your heroine could be a castaway on a desert island, have her car break down in the mountains, be stranded in the ocean while snorkelling, crash land in the jungle or on an uninhabited planet… Don’t limit your imagination to these ideas! Have fun with the concept.

I’m open to any subgenre of erotic romance you want to write. I’ll accept contemporary, historical, science fiction, or paranormal stories, and I won’t be picky about whether the stories are hetero, LGBT, ménage… Basically, you, the author, can go anywhere your imagination takes you so long as 1) the woman is in jeopardy, and 2) the story is a romance, and 3) you have a bad boy somewhere in the pages! Should you write that LGBT story, consider making the couple’s adversary or helpmate a roguish man—because, hey, I’m looking for men who behave badly.

The anthology will be sold at a low price—my intent is exposure for you and your writing. The more readers reached, the better! You will retain the rights to your story, so that, at a later date, you can republish your stories individually.

I’m seeking hot and inventive stories from authors with unique voices, and above all, I’m looking to be seduced by tales filled with vivid imagery and passion.

Published authors with an established world may use that setting for their original short story.

This is erotic romance, so don’t hold back on the heat. Stories can be vanilla or filled with kink, but don’t miss describing the romantic connection between strong-willed individuals learning to trust and love one another. A deep sensuality should linger in every word. Keep in mind there must be a romantic element with a happy-for-now or happy-ever-after ending. Strong plots, engaging characters, and unique twists are the ultimate goal. Please no reprints. I want original stories.

How to submit: Prepare your 2,500 to 5,500 words story in a double-spaced, Arial, 12 point, black font, Word document (.doc or .docx) OR rich text format (.rtf), with pages numbered. Indent the first line of each paragraph half an inch, and double space (regular double spacing; do not add extra lines between paragraphs or do any other irregular spacing). U.S. grammar (double quotation marks around dialogue, etc.) is required.

In your document at the top left of the first page, include your legal name (and pseudonym, if applicable), mailing address, email address, and a 50-words or less bio, written in the third person, and send to If you are using a pseudonym, please provide your real name and pseudonym and make it clear which one you’d like to be credited as. Authors may submit up to 2 stories. I will respond no later than December 30, 2018 with decisions.

Payment will be $25.00 USD ninety days after publication at the end of that month.

Who am I?

Delilah Devlin is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance. She has published nearly two hundred stories in multiple genres and lengths, and is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Entangled, Grand Central, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Kindle, Montlake, Penthouse, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.

Her short stories have appeared in multiple Cleis Press collections, including Lesbian Cowboys, Girl Crush, Fairy Tale Lust, Lesbian Lust, Passion, Lesbian Cops, Dream Lover, Carnal Machines, Best Erotic Romance (2012), Suite Encounters, Girl Fever, Girls Who Score, Duty and Desire, Best Lesbian Romance of 2013, and On Fire. For Cleis Press, she edited Girls Who Bite, She Shifters, Cowboy Lust, Smokin’ Hot Firemen, High Octane Heroes, Cowboy Heat, Hot Highlanders and Wild Warriors and Sex Objects. She also edited Conquests: An Anthology of Smoldering Viking Romance, Rogues: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology, Blue Collar: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology, and Pirates: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology.

Direct any questions you have regarding your story or the submission process to me at boyswhobehavebadlystranded 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Friday, June 22, 2018

Summer Solstice At Wolf Peak Territory...The Story of StoneHenge

Grandfather Shaman Wolf Speaks the Stories of Stonehenge In the Ancient of Days During the Summer Solstice Celebration

Now the Crowds Gather At Stonehenge To Greet and Celebrate the Reign of the Great Sun...In the Beginning the Stonehenge Circle Brought Forth the Magic of Time Travel, of Journeying Amid the Stars ... This Accomplished Through a Joining of Natural Forces and Technology 

Once the Giants Roamed This Land...One Race of These Mighty Men and Women Designed and Built Stonehenge. This Was Done With Great Skill, With the Knowledge of the Atlantean Wise Ones

It Was the Mystical and Creative Power of Women, Women Who Stood In Their True Spiritual Power...These Sourceresses Activated the Magnificent Energies of Mother Earth Marrying These Sacred Frequencies With the Crystal and Bronze Stargate 

Many Mammoths Were the Personal Pets of the Stonehenge Ancient Ones. They Would Often Assist With the Tasks of This Megalithic Stone-Energy Cosmic Culture 

For a Great Age of Time the Stonehenge Stargate Brought Celestial Families Together Once Again, After the Many Space Wars That Devastated Planets and Entire Solar Systems

The Moon, As a Rescue Starship, Delivered Several Races to Mars, Then To a Earth...Even to Venus. 

During the Genetic-Creation of Animals Upon Earth -- After the Second Raging Colossal Flood -- the Beloved Unicorns Danced At Many Stargate Sites, and Were Favorites of Visiting OtherWorlders 

Once Upon a Fabulous Age, Stonehenge Lived, a Waystation For Star Travelers, For Those Who Journeyed Through Time, a Sacred Temple of the Feminine and Masculine Joined As ONE...Yes, the Unicorn Remembers and Dreams of That Age, and Believes This Wondrous World Will Be Brought Forth Again -- Where ALL Will Dance To the Ever-changing Music of the Starry Cosmos

So Speaks Grandfather Shaman Wolf...  


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

COCKYGATE... Romance Novelists, your words are in danger!

May greeting Howls and Yowls, shapeshifter lovers! 

I have been so viciously overwhelmed by my current life circumstances, that time and and energy to post has simply vanished ... you know, gone with the spring winds. 

However! I am beyond HOT UNDER THE PROVERBIAL COLLAR. This author, Faleena Hopkins, has reprehensibly TRADEMARKED a five hundred year old word. If you DARE to use the word COCKY in your book title, well, she and her lawyer are out to get you, and ruin your life. Who gave this on-the-bad-side bitch-witch the right to end an American right, a God-given right -- the protected RIGHT TO FREEDOM OF SPEECH!!! 

If this unconscionable TRADEMARK is not reversed, flushed down the hellhole where it was stupidly allowed, words commonly used in romance novels will fall like dominoes. Why? 'Cause the BIG BOY publishers have very deep pockets, and will end up trademarking them ALL. 

What if ***LOVE*** is trademaked? For merely one small example. Think about it. This legal-illegal road leads directly to the hell on Earth for WE ROMANCE WRITERS. 

Now obviously, if you have a uniquely created word that you want to use in your book title... okay, I can see trademarking a new, madeup word. But to deprive all Romance Novelists from using the word COCKY in their book titles...NOPE!!! And this woman -- I say that loosely -- is currently seriously hurting, DEPRIVING other authors of their livelihood over a five hundred year old word. What the freaking hell???!!! 

I so wish I could spend the next few months penning an erotic romance novel with COCKEY in the title, then self-publish ... maybe the Divine will be that kind to me. Who knows? 

Oh, most likely this Faleena Hopkins will flick me and my challenging comment [see below] to her off like an annoying fly. But should she and her lawyer threaten me with a defamation lawsuit. Well, for one thing: I have no current book title with COCKY in the title. Furthermore, I own *nothing* worth stealing. She'd spend a bunch o'mullah over nothing in return. 

Where did I learn about this disgusting insanity, why on the IndiePublishing loop, where it is being called CockyGate. I was enlightened by a short discussion, and the fact that a group of authors planned to challenge Ms. Hopkin's trademark of COCKY by pubbing their romance stories together. However, their lawyer cautioned against it, so that project was dropped. Also, one good thing, the RWA is intervening with Amazon, etc. to keep other authors' books for sale on the site. 

Check this out: 

News about Faleena Hopkins
Romantic novelist's trademarking of word 'cocky' sparks outcry
Faleena Hopkins is the self-published author of a series of books about the “Cocker Brothers” (“Six bad boy brothers you’ll want to marry or hide under you …
It appears a romance novel writer, Faleena Hopkins, decided her recently-registered trademark should be wielded as a weapon against any other author using the word …
On the surface, it sounds like a savvy business move to protect her content. Instead, not only did Faleena Hopkins trademark her series and one of its main … 



Who the hell are you that you get to TRADEMARK a 500 hundred year old word? Who are you that get to ruin other authors for doing nothing!!! I find your behavior stupidly and criminally disgusting. This will completely backfire on you. You know that, right? 'Cause karma is a rabid female dog. 

Me? I'm a nobody author compared to you. I don't even  time to write because of my current circumstances. But you can bet, if I get time I WILL WRITE an erotic romance novel, using the word COCKEY... are you going to trademark that too??? And gosh, are going to get my books banned because I dared to call you out? 

No, you'll just delete this comment and count your ill-gotten gains. Be glad I'm nobody. With no power to come against you. 


Have a Magickal Shapeshifting Week! 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Hoppy Easter, Happy Ostara In Wolf Peak's Territory

Hoppy Greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

The shapeshifters and supernaturals who live in Wolf Peak Territory are incredibly busy protecting their land, their hidden town. and their immense-in-size subterranean complex -- during these evolutionary-revolutionary times. However, here are some images that celebrate life in the Peak at Easter/Ostara time. 

There are many Goddesses and Demi Goddesses of various heritages, dimensions, and eras who have made the Peak their home. It is a time of the Great Ascension Gathering. 

Bunny pets are a favorite of many supernatural races in the Peak. 

Riding the Wild Hare, Transportation For Some. And the Hare Races In Spring Are a Popular Sport. 

The Fairy Children Adore Their Rabbit Friends. 

Yes, There Is a Replica of Stone Henge In Wolf Peak Territory. Beautiful Rituals, Sacred Ceremonies, and All Manner of Celebrations Are Held At This Magickal Circle. 

Recently Arrived, This Early Celtic Goddes Brought Her Bear Protector and Beloved Pet. 

A Descendent of Ostara Loving the Animals. They Are All Safe At Her Home In the Peak. No Predators Allowed.  

Artwork By One of the Peak's Much Accomplished Artists. 

Another Creative Magickal Work By a Rabbit Shapeshifter Woman Who Is A Well-Loved Artist. 

Dreaming the Natural World Into Existence, the Fae Folk of Wolf Peak Territory 

A Portait of Bunny Love In the Peak 

Have a Magickal Shapeshifting Springtime! 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Monday, February 26, 2018

Year of the Earth Dog ... He's Movin' In

Belated HAPPY CHINESE YEAR OF THE EARTH DOG, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, I've been so topsy-turvy inundated with things that have to be done, that I haven't been able to post lately. You know celebrate THE DOG, or the year of the dog shapeshifters in Wolf Peak Territory, who are, yes, doin' a lot of celebrating. 

Years ago I wrote this flash scene starring an Akita dog shifter and the space alien women he rescues... the scene has been updated to the current Wolf Peak Territory timeline. 


August 30, 2011 
The Big Dog’s Movin’ In 
New Moon howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Yep, this flash scene is going to the dogs. And I couldn’t even get to the part where Dante hires the hero as one of his top lieutenants at the Pleasure Club. Still, I hope you enjoy. 

The Big Dog’s Movin’ In 

Not bothering with headlights once dusk melted into night, Daebo relied on his superior eyesight, maneuvering over the backwoods road at a good clip in his trusty all-terrain truck, one he’d hand built. 

Yeah, and it was a new moon night. Darkness fell like a big ole blanket. So, some of his so-called skills were downright handy. Especially, since he’d needed to get out of town fast. 

Hell’s own, he hadn’t even hung around long enough to find out which of the alphabet soup agencies wanted a piece of his large honkin’ ass... or wanted his blood... damn their souls, if they even possessed one... hell, his hair would do. They always pilfered his brushes and combs, and scooped out his shower drain. 

Or, it might have been one of the top criminal organizations he’d pissed off over the years. Like the Yakuza.  

“Now, we’re howlin’.” Daebo cranked up the sound on his old analogue radio. “Shout out bark to Hank, the big dog Williams, Jr... and Daddy Hank.”

I came in last night and I don't know when.
That woman of mine she wouldn't let me in.
I said Move it on over. Move it on over.
Move over little dog 'cause the big dog's movin' in. 

Daebo rumbled along with the tune, adding, “Synchronicity is out to get me, and lickin’ at my tail-waggin’ butt.” 

She told me once, she told me twice.
I don't take no gal's advice.
Pack it on over. Move it on over.
Move over old dog 'cause the new dog's movin' in.

“Ain’t got no gal, ain’t got no home now... but, move it on over. This big dog’s movin’ in... somewhere.” Daebo barked a few notes, his inner Akita wanting to come out and play. 

Yeah, he’d have to shift soon. He didn’t want to lose even seconds of morphing speed. Besides, it was the best way to stretch his muscles -- a good run over the forest floor. He’d been driving for over twelve hours now. 

She told me not to mess around.
I done let that deal go down.
Slide it on over. Move it on over.
Move over skinny dog 'cause the fat dog's movin' in.

“The fat dog needs to relieve himself. Hike his leg on the nearest stump,” Daebo growly sang. Peering deep into the old forest, home of Big Foot, he slowed and scanned for a less dense area where he could keep a watch out for any of his assorted enemies. 

The dog house here is kinda small,
But it's got good sounds and they're wall-to-wall.
Get it on over. Move it on over.
Move over Little dog 'cause the new dog's movin' in.

“Tired of small cramped apartments...tired of hidin’ my canine nature. This dog’s movin’ on, and movin’ into larger digs.” If he’d had any wrangling experience, Daebo would have looked for work on a ranch. Maybe... except he didn’t want to bring no trouble down on anyone. One reason he always kept to himself these days. 

She crawled back to me on her knees.
But I'm busy 'cause I got new fleas.
Get it on over. Scoot it on over.
Move over old dog 'cause the new dog's movin' in.

Seeing a spot with promise, as in not detectable by satellite surveillance, Daebo jerked the steering wheel, not caring about the rocky, uneven ground. His tires weren’t regulation, and didn’t puncture. Plus, he’d built the truck to take this kind of rough treatment with a big ole smile on its huge ole grill. 

“Got no fuckin’ fleas... watch out trees... get it on over, scoot on over, please... this big dog’s coming through ‘cause he needs to pees.” 

Yeah, I came in last night and I don't know when.
That second wife of mine, she wouldn't let me in.
I said Move it on over. Scoot it on over.
Move over old dog, the fat dog's movin' in.

“Ain’t got no wife now... two Exes down... can’t explain all the movin’ around... arf, arf, can’t explain the men in black on the doorstep... move it one over... scoot it on over... ain’t the marrying kind no more... yeah, the fat dog’s movin’ on.” 

Yeah, move over old dog. The hot dog's movin' in. 

Daebo slammed on the brakes. The truck bounced high, then hopped like a giant jackrabbit. Confident in his drivin' skill, Daebo fought it to a stop. What the...? 

Nope, his eyesight was still good as ever. A woman was trying to stand. Wobbling on her feet, her hand pressed to her head, she braced herself against a tree trunk. Daebo watched her crumple to the ground even as he flung open the door. 


The last bullets entering her flesh, at the base of her spine and in her temple, had about done Shonna  in. Her nearly indestructible body could heal super fast. However, she’d endured round after round of fire. Unexpectedly. 

Now, she wasn’t able to recover at her usual speed. And, the ‘kill anyone from space’ squad still dogged her trail. She could feel them, each of their energy signatures. True, she’d lost them after her burst into what she called the soundless domain while still in her craft. But, they’d put a tracker satellite beam on her once she abandoned ship. 

Wracked by pain, Shonna stifled a yelp. Her body jerked, then spasmed from her effort to stand. But, noz! She couldn’t stay here like a damn sitting duck, as the American Earthers said. Or, in her case like a severely injured extraterrestrial shapeshifter. 

Shonna gasped out loud. Agonizing pain sliced up her spine. Flushing with the high heat her body used to kill viruses, she tried to rise again. Shaky, she grabbed for the tree’s small branch. 

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and held her with surprising gentleness. The man used his unusually tall and massively sized body to keep her upright.  

Why hadn’t she sensed his presence? Heard his approach? Then, she realized. He wasn’t merely human. Shonna didn’t have enough strength to read his energy -- to discover what he was exactly. 

“Lady, you’re hurt seriously. Let me get you --”

“Dante,” she interrupted. “I have it’s the only safe place now.” 

“Dante?” He cradled her in his arms, and lifted her. “My truck’s nearby. I can get you where you want to go.” With long but careful strides he moved over the rugged ground -- noz, just like he could see exceptionally well in the dark. “Don’t you need a hospital? Is Dante a doctor?” 

“No!... no,” she softened her tone, “I don’t want... need a hospital, or a doctor. Please...” Noz, he was supernaturally strong. “I need to get to Moonrise Lake. It’s not far...” 

“Saw it on the map.” One-handed he opened the passenger door to his odd-looking truck, then hesitated. “Am I hurting you? Will I hurt you if...” 

“No... no pain, I’m in shock,” Shonna made up. “Can we go fast?” 

After lowering her onto the seat, and making certain she was completely inside, he turned off the blaring radio, then muttered, “Be right back, little lady. I’ll hurry. Yeah, we’ll go fast.” 

“Okay.” Shonna slumped back. Pain lashed the entire length of her spine and throbbed her temple. Once he shut the door, she clenched her eyelids, gritting her teeth. Her body had stiffened like a corpse. 

It meant her healing had accelerated. Certainly good, but the agony was about to make her scream, loud as a horror movie starlet. The sound would be tracked, and her space alien voice recognized. 

Shonna gripped the door handle, squeezing hard while biting her bottom lip. Once her pain dropped a few notches, she caught whiffs of dog odor. At the same moment, her rescuer hauled open the driver’s door, and eased himself onto the seat in an obvious attempt not to jar her. 

“You still okay, lady?” 

“Shonna... my name. I’ll be better once we’re on the way.”

“Shonna, nice name. Yeah, sure. Daebo is my handle. It’s gonna be a rough ride back to the road,” he warned, even as he rolled the truck forward, then circled in the direction she’d been going. 

“I’ll survive... Daebo.” 

Shonna collapsed against the back of the seat, her body losing its rigidity. She decided not to question why he hadn’t switched on the headlights. Of course, what in the heavenly one’s name was he doing out here, anyway? This was bear and Sasquatch country. No humans for miles... but, he wasn’t only human, she remembered. And his truck clearly wasn’t an ordinary *from the factory* model.

“Mind telling me why you’re out in the middle of God’s country?” he asked, his tone cautious yet probing. 

“Only if you tell me why you’re out here.” That had probably been the improper conversational response. Still...pain did that. Shonna couldn’t think all that clearly. Besides, she had no acceptable answer. Not even a good lie. 

“Lookin’ for nature’s restroom. And a look see at the stars. No light pollution.” 

It hurt, but Shonna raised a brow at his lie about looking at the stars. “Okay, Daebo, I’ll tell you, if you promise not to commit me to a mental ward.” 

“Yeah. No. I won’t.” 

Noz, he was excellent at driving over the forest floor, and keeping the bouncing-jouncing to a minimum. “I’m what’s called a disaster prevention technician. I’ve been on Earth for about five years now. My planet is affected adversely every time there’s a major nuclear explosion here. I was stopping a core meltdown at the Fort Calhoun nuke plant, which I managed. However, in the meantime, I was detected as an extraterrestrial... you know, ET. Okay, I couldn’t escape fast enough. Got filled with full metal jacket lead. Oh, by the way,” she sucked in a large breath, “the we-hate-space-aliens squad is hard on my tail.” 

He didn’t say anything. Even so, his driving didn’t alter either, and they rocked back onto the backwoods road that led to the main highway into Wolf Peak Territory. 

“Fort Calhoun, isn’t that in Nebraska?” His voice was a neutral growl. 

Well, at least, he wasn’t squealing to a stop and throwing her out of his truck. Shonna took that as a somewhat positive sign. “Yes, Nebraska. I had to abandon my now uncloaked craft, and hoof it on foot... oh, it’s complicated and... well, my head hurts like a sledgehammer hit it... now normally I wouldn’t feel a sledgehammer...” 

Shonna clamped her mouth shut. What was she doing? Babbling because of her pain? Her head had certainly begun a slow nasty whirl. Still, she realized Daebo sped them over the narrow rutted road unusually fast, yet not recklessly. 

“Who or what is Dante? A doctor?” he sort of barked.  

“Werewolf,” she blurted out. He’s a werewolf. Not a doctor.” Noz! Maybe the bullet lodged in her temple, but in the process of dissolving, now pressed some sort of brain truth button. 

“Oh, yeah.” Shonna heard the light go on inside his head. “Now I remember. Wolf Peak, the town of Moonrise Lake,  is rumored to be some sort of new refuge for shapeshifters. Just my kind of place right now.” 

“Shapeshifter. Dog smell. You’re a dog shifter.” 

“I’m an Akita dog shapeshifter,” he stated, emphasizing the breed name. “Wasn’t always a shifter, though. Wasn’t always like this.” 

Even though her head performed twirls, her pain had lessened significantly, so Shonna asked, “They, the mad scientists types, made you, didn’t they?” 

“Yep, join the Navy, see the world. In my case I saw the inside of a lab. Got tagged for experimentation because I had no family left.”

“You escaped. How?”

“Been about thirty years that I’ve been running free. Or, just runnin’. Pretty simple escape plan. I slipped my leash. They let some of the grunts at the Presidio walk me without telling them what I was. Once I made it into San Francisco, I could run with the strays and hideout, or shift and work in restaurant kitchens for enough gravy.” He gave her a sideways glance, checking her response to his truth telling. 

“Why haven’t they found you? With the technological grid here...” Shonna let her words fade away.  From her periphery vision, she watched him settle back in his seat. They’d just turned onto the highway, and he’d accelerated, heedless of the speed limit. 

“Course, they’ve been on my tail and my trail ever since, collectin’ any kind of genetic material they could retrieve. I must’ve exceeded their scientific expectations. Might be because I’m not pushin’ up daisies.” He stomped on the accelerator. “Got a clear path for a few miles.” 

“Good,” she murmured. Noz, her body was temporarily turning itself off to complete repairs. “Don’t worry. I’m about go unconscious for awhile. Please...take me to Dante. Do you know...” oh no her hormones had taken possession of her and she was due to go in give-me-sex heat, and the words were still leaving her mouth... ”do you know you’re the kind of man I do my best to avoid... because, because I’d want you humping me twenty-four seven.”  


Whoever this Dante, the werewolf, was, Daebo decided he was over-the-top, dog snarling jealous. The way Shonna had felt in his arms... well, twenty-four seven would be just fine with him. 

Have a Magickal Shapeshifting Week! 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Valentine Romantic Homage to the Cowgirls and Cowboys

of Wolf Peak Territory 

February  howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, Valentine's Day is just around the corner. Real working cowgirls and cowboys abound in the Peak ... yep, of every shapeshifter and supernatural species -- some of them even human. Also, there are Old West reenacter groups forming to preserve and enjoy the old ways -- the kiddos love it. They also learn the satisfaction of hard work, of growing up tough and ready for anything. 

As well, given I spent whatever spare time I had yesterday searching out Valentine's Day images, 'cause I needed a break and I so love this romantic *once a year* celebration ... anyway, I thought I'd share a few that are true to Wolf Peak Territory. 





My Heart Is In a Loop, My Valentine 

Lots of Lovin' Pardners In the Peak 







Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar