Friday, December 9, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ Santa Baby, Several Stars Away ~ crazed man stalker

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone! This snippet is from my Christmas, small-town, erotic romance starring Kaily and Dylan. As the title suggests, Dylan is definitely NOT from this neck of the galaxy. 


Seven paragraphs from ~ 

Santa Baby, Several Stars Away 

Chapter Two:

Not Where Stockings Are Hung 

Kaily had swiftly made up an excuse about helping her nephew with his reading lessons. Then she'd offered to take care of Davie, so her sister and her husband could enjoy a movie labeled 'adult', instead of pg-13 Disney. 

Knowing she didn't have any good information to offer him about the mansion, Kaily had chickened out 'squawk, squawk' big time. Oh yeah, right--she could just see herself, staring at the hunk o'licious mystery man while attempting to ask tricky leading questions like a TV-show prosecutor. 

Hell, if she'd been as talented as the character Alan Shore on ''Boston Legal" , Kaily would have given it a shot. Or, if she'd had any talent at subtly seducing a man, which she didn't, she would have wriggled into her tightest cashmere sweater, the pink one that hugged her breasts to perfection, and also generously exposed her bosom. 



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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Cowboy Santa In Wolf Peak Territory

Hang your cowboy boots with care, and hope that St. Nicholas will soon be here. Okay, this is a bit early for Santa's arrival, but it looks darn good at the new townhall in the shifter/supernatual town of Moonrise Lake, Montana. 

Yep, Cowboy Santa is there for the children, and holding court at the local saddlery shop in Moonrise Lake. 

Howliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

It's darn cold on my beloved tame prairie, and the temps will be downright frigid tonight. ~shiver-yuck~ 

I'm still making some progress in finishing BLACK CAT BEAUTY for re-release. And I'm formulating ideas for my next erotic romance temporarily titled, WYOMING WRANGLER... which I'm writing for the BOXED SET. 



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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Christmas Holidays In Wolf Peak Territory

There's some serious cowboy Christmas decorating going on. Sherilyn, the heroine in HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS is letting her heroes, Dontoya and Zance, know how much she loves them. 

Santa visits with a shapeshifter horse family, and their wildlife friends. 

This young cowboy wants to surprise his family by topping one of their trees with a Christmas star. 

Howliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

The snow fell on my tame prairie today for the first time this season ~smiles~ ... only small drifting flakes that created patches of snow, at first.... then, tiny, tiny flakes that have slowly provided a thin blanket of the white cold stuff. Unfortunately, the nasty cold hits us tonight, so I did a bit of winterizing to keep everything more cozy inside. 

Now it's time to get some writing done. 



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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Lots of Cowboys In Wolf Peak Territory, Montana

Oops! This is what happens when there's a disagreement about how high the MERRY CHRISTMAS *welcome sign* should be -- yep, between a horse shifter wrangler and a new cowhand at one of many ranches in Wolf Peak Territory. 

Siberian Husky shifter trying out his latest cowboy hat last summer. He's hoping the available ladies in the town of Moonrise Lake will be impressed. 

Happy Howlidays and Merry Christmas Yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

What a wackadoodle strange day on my tame prairie ... the neighbors' half-grown cows have decided they like hanging out around my house, and have an escape route from their pasture that hasn't been discovered yet ... so that's been all too fun. 

Anyway, I needed a mental break today so I decided to look at images of Christmas cowboys since my next hero is a sexy wrangler type, and I've been getting to know him. Yep, the Boxed Set planning is going fast forward now — No Title Yet — but with a possible release date scheduled for April 2017. And I've just begun to write. 

Also, there are ***Ranchers, Mountain Men, a Few Sheriffs and Their Deputies ... there are Western Type Clubs inside Dante's Interspecies Pleasure Club ... some contemporary, and some Old West style clubs like fancy saloons for example. If I had time I'd go through my character list, and list them here. Including the cowgirls, the lady ranchers, and Sheriff Bunny Welch, of course. 

But, really, I need to continue finishing BLACK CAT BEAUTY — almost done. I got some good work done yesterday ... yay!!! 

I had thought I'd be working on an erotic romance *taboo* novella next, starring a Highlander type, and set in another realm, where the historic Scottish culture is still thriving — a combination of ancient honorable code society with some advanced technology.  

But back to my Christmas Cowboys in Wolf Peak Territory ... I think that will be my holiday celebration on this blog ... we'll see. I could get another whim ... 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Saturday, December 3, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ Santa Baby, Several Stars Away ~ before their lips touched

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

Instead of dreaming of a white Christmas, my heroine, Kaily, has been dreaming about the mystery man, Dylan. This is their first kiss. 


Seven paragraphs from ~ 

Santa Baby, Several Stars Away 

Goodbye, Billy. 

Hello to the slow, slow descent of her mystery man's beautifully carved, oh-so handsome mouth. 

To Kaily, it felt as though Dylan deliberately prolonged the moments before their lips touched because it increased his pleasure, and because it heightened her to a burning want. 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Wyoming next hero?

December howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

A month of various holiday celebrations is here, and I hope yours is wonderful. Currently, I'm a bit under the weather, and having the treat myself with natural supplements just to get the routine stuff done. You know how that can go. At least, I'm not near as bad as a lot of folks—this particular allergy-illness seems to be happening all over. So, take care of yourself. 

Anyway, I'm still finishing up the last chapters of BLACK CAT BEAUTY. Yep, the best laid plans go awry. I wish I'd been able to republish a month ago. 

So, I miss writing flash scenes that take place in my fictional world of Wolf Peak Territory. But time and enough energy... well, it's just not there. Apologies. 

Okay, I'm considering which of my WIPS to use for this project, as described in a previous post. That is: ***A bunch of us authors at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~ ...are looking at doing a BOXED SET of contemporary erotic romance.*** 

One of my WIPS is temporarily titled, Wyoming Wrangler ... a contemporary cowboy paranormal erotic romance... love those sexy, down to earth cowboys. 

... WOW! An unwanted adventure just interrupted writing this post ... all of a sudden,  no internet, no phone ... it's dark outside when I check my connection, and I'm fumbling around to open the phone box... well, it turns out the neighbor's cows have just pulled my phone line with their big hooves enough to end the connection ... fortunately, I could put it back well enough to regain connection, despite the pulled wires ... yeah, don't ask why it's such a rinky dink setup, but it is... 

But anyway, here's a short unedited snippet of how Wyoming Wrangler begins... 

Daletori  watched the woman he’d been watching ever since he’d first seen her three weeks ago at the Corral, the local whet-your-whistle bar and nighttime Western dance club. 

She’d been coming to the Corral regular on Friday and Saturday nights. Right now, Bruce, the local butthead, had her cornered at the far end of the bar, demanding a dance. She’d already refused him several times in a ladylike way. Crowding her like a bull in rut, he leaned inches away from her face while his beefy hand took hold of her upper arm.  

"You know you want it," Bruce snorted in what he believed was a turn on to women. "You want to get laid." 

"Get away from me. I want a real man..." she began. 

"Oh, you'll get a real man, honey. We'll start with dancin'. Get you all horny and hot." 

Daletori saw red, to put it mildly. Setting his beer down, he rocked forward, and in the same movement gained his feet. Given his tread was naturally silent, Bruce didn’t hear his approach. 

“Hands off. The lady said no.” 

Bruce whipped around, moving his bulk surprisingly fast. His gaze narrowed. “You gotta claim? If so, no one told me.” 

“Ain’t got no claim yet. Thinkin’ about it, though.” He had been thinking about it, night and day day and night. However, nothing was straightforward, and she wasn’t one of them. 

“Make a claim now,” Bruce snarled for his ears only, “or, go nurse that sissy stuff you and your kin call beer.” 

“Shoulda knowed better’n to let your kin settle here,” he quietly aimed toward Bruce’s ear. 

“Wow,” the woman interrupted, her tone overly enthusiastic. “I had no clue you could talk, cowboy.”

Daletori knew she’d spoken to end their male confrontation. Already, he envisioned his fist smashing into Bruce's ugly face. 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Chapter Twenty-six ~ Thanksgiving Day Celebration

Keina, my heroine, in her realm 

Happy Thanksgiving howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

As an erotic romance author, one reason I write, is because I love the interplay between a woman and man -- that shared intimacy which belongs only to them ... the heart to heart communication as the couple learns about each other...the soul to soul sharing as their relationship develops. All that to offer the chapter below, starring Keina and Drev from WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL -- their erotic love story set during Thanksgiving. 

Chapter Twenty-six: 
Thanksgiving Day Celebration 

The huge grin that split Drev's face instantly put Keina at ease. She took hold of the raisins. Loving the way his eyes danced, the golden twinkle in their depths, she smiled in return. "You'll have to tell me if I step over the line, Drev. I'm still learning about your Earth culture." 

"No problem. Like I said, sweetheart, I'm stocked up to the gills." Drev opened the cannister of rolled oats. "Besides, we always have the underground safe rooms at Bunkerville...inside the Pleasure Club." 

"I'll help any way I can. To keep us prepared, and stocked up." Keina carefully measured out the raisins, pouring them in. She mixed vigorously, saying, "We horses know about healing herbs, too." 

"You know what, sweetheart. There's a story Dad likes telling occasionally. About the horse who healed himself of cancer." From the corner of her eye, Keina watched Drev dip the measuring cup in the oats. "Back in 1840," he continued, "a veterinarian put his prize stallion in a pasture to live out his last days. Instead of dying from cancer, the horse knew what to eat, and within a year he became healthy again." 
"Really? I mean I believe it." Keina took the cup of oats, adding them to her mixture. "More, please." She handed the cup back. "We don't have diseases in my realm like you do here. I've never heard that story. Is there more to it?" 

"Yep." Drev added another cupful oats, and Keina folded them in. "This veterinarian noticed his stallion was eating strange plants for a horse. Then, when the tumor stabilized, he recorded which herbs they were. Eventually, the vet developed what is known as the Hoxsey formula." 

"Hoxsey." Keina paused, searching her memory. "Yes, we do know that formula in my world. I never knew the back story. Thank you, Drev." 

"How did....? You mentioned reading about Earth history. Do you have natural healing books too?" 

"We do. Although, ever since we could travel to other dimensions, our magician priests have studied any and all healing methods for equines. Especially plant-based remedies." 

"That makes too much sense." Drev dipped out another portion. "More oats, right?" 

"Yes." Keina slowly stirred as her stud man poured. "You know, Drev, it feels good to talk this way with you. Not to have to hide who I am...where I'm from." 

"Feel free, my filly girl. I want to know all about you." 

His lowered voice seduced her ear. Keina inched closer, even as she continued mixing in the mouth-watering oats. "Apples. Do you have any dried apple pieces. We could add them to the cookie dough." 

"You bet. Comin' up." Drev set the cannister down, and Keina followed him with her gaze as he headed for one of his large cabinets. 

She added the final amount of oats, and as she blended them in, Keina caught herself happily humming. Yet, on the heels of being high on love, came the flying stones, or the voice of fear about her future with Drev. 
With all four of her inner-horse hooves, Keina mentally tromped the insidious thoughts into the dust. For now, the floaty glow of love was hers. Drev was hers. 

For now. 

"Here we go." He tore open a large package of apple chips, then handed them to her. 

"Thanks, stud man. Mmm...the fragrance of apples, heavenly to this horse girl. As you know." Keina shook in about a fourth of the bag, and set it down. "Should have put these in before the oats." 

"Want me to use my big strong muscles to stir them in?" 

Drev spoke in a kidding tone. Yet, Keina heard his underlying seriousness. She relinquished the spoon and the bowl, and stepped back. Drev made quick work of mixing in the apple pieces. 

Keina stood on tiptoe, kissing his cheek. "Big strong muscles," she sensually crooned to his ear as she stroked her hand down his brawny arm. 

"Why don't you go get dressed like we talked about, my filly girl. The table is set. I'll put this in the fridge, then go put on some fancier duds." Drev turned and loosely embraced her. "We'll give thanks for our bountiful spread, and chow down." 

"I'm already grateful." Keina paused, caressing his upper arms. "For you, Drev. And for all the food we'll be dining on. Together." 

"Go." Drev broke them apart. "Change. Before I ravish you here." 

With a sassitude flip of her hair, Keina whirled heading for the cabin's guest room, which was now her room, and would soon hold all of her Earth belongings. Elation winged her steps, and formed the smile on her face. 
As she entered and saw the gown on the bed, where she'd spread it out earlier in the day, delight, then anticipation bubbled through her. She'd always found fabric shops irresistible. So soon after her arrival on Earth, on a whim, she'd designed the long flowing gown, then handsewn it. 

She fingered one of the draping medieval sleeves. Made out of an autumn-gold colored stretch velveteen, the simple bias-cut style skimmed her figure. When she walked, when she danced and whirled, the gown's hem caressed her ankles. Keina adored the elegant sensuality. 

Stripping off her garments, she gave them a toss into the laundry basket. Having showered and washed her hair in the morning, after she and Drev had enjoyed a lusty yet leisurely coupling, Keina moved toward the rustic dresser. 

She picked up the tiny spray bottle, and liberally spritzed herself. The blend of essential oils misted around her, romantic and ethereal. Feeling deliciously feminine, she dressed within the cloud of scent. 

Picking up the gold filigree and pearl, hip belt she'd crafted, Keina enjoyed its loveliness, but decided on the simplicity of the gown itself. Pulling the band from her hair, she moved to the small mirror above the dresser. 
She snatched up her styling brush, and went to work until the waves of her hair bounced and shone. After placing the filigree belt's matching earrings on her earlobes, Keina adorned her face with a minimum of cosmetics—just enough to enhance her features and cause her mood to be more festive. 

Oh for an Epona fun would it be to dress for Drev? 

Fantasy imaginings took over as Keina reached for the medieval-like headband she'd made out of the gold-threaded, embroidered trim she'd also used to edge the gown's sleeves. 

Instead of tying the headband Native American style, she placed it on her forehead, and painstakingly tied the trim beneath her hair. Keina couldn't help but smile at her reflection. She felt like a princess, a beloved princess. 

Not one who had duties to the realm. 

Free spirited, Keina dance-spun away from the mirror. Twirling several times, she relished the sliding caress of the gown against her body. 

With her heart tripping happily, she lifted the gown's skirt, and slipped her feet into soft satin slippers the color of a glowing pearl. As she glided toward the doorway, a shiver slithered through her middle. 

Like a fleeing snake, it disappeared swiftly. Yet Keina realized, it was a premonition of serious trouble ahead. Had the stench-ass Tretorff formed his plan on how to abduct her, force her into being his bride? 

Halted in her steps, Keina shook her hair to clear her head. Mentally, she hoof-kicked the intuitive warning away. Just for now. 

Nothing, absolutely nothing was going to dampen her happiness at being with Drev, at sharing his Thanksgiving day celebration. 



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 has 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? 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar