Thursday, March 31, 2016

Snippet: Naked In His Bed

Yes, LOVE IS IN THE AIR. Springtime is for long romps in the forest and the prairie-grass terrain of Wolf Peak Territory.

Spring Has Spring howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Here on the tame prairie, the bunnies are romping, the birds are chirping and tweeting, the golden eagles are soaring ... on Easter Sunday, an adorable bunny hopped right past the Big Cat as she opened the back door... then bunny halted about forty feet away, and sat for a long while... earlier today a beautiful cardinal sat on a branch close to the kitchen window, and hung out for a long while... and when the Kougaress went outside this morning, a couple of the golden eagles soared low from the their perch on the barn... they are so inspiring. 

So, here's a snippet from WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL ... yeah, due to not-good circumstances, I had to suspend penning Volcano's Weekly Forecast, for now. And, of course, the revision/editing of FILLY GIRL has been slowed... however, I am continuing. 

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


Chapter Eleven: Naked In His Bed 

Drev halted in his tracks. Either that, or spill hot cider on his bare feet. Keina, naked in his bed, had to be the most beautiful sight in the whole world. The whole darn galaxy.

Illumination from the front room haloed her upper body.  More than that, the woman he wanted like a damn savage seemed at home in his bed. Drev's heart pounded as if he'd run ten miles over steep mountain trails.

"I am thirsty. You gave me quite a ride...stud." Her soft smile encompassed him.

A bubble of radiance, he thought. She gave a little shake of her head, her long mane tumbling in gorgeous waves.

"In the winter I keep a pot of spiced cider going. Heated it up." Drev told his feet to move again.

"Hope you like the brew." He handed the mug to Keina, and watched her sniff, then take a long sip.

"Delicious. Got to appreciate a man who enjoys cider."


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Saturday, March 26, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ Waiting For a Filly Girl ~ primal need

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. And HAPPY EASTER TIME! 

In line with the theme of SEXY ACTION, here's an edited snippet from my SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION Manuscript ~Waiting For a Filly Girl~ I'm making slow progress on revising/editing, 'cause life isn't cooperating right now. But I'm getting there. ~smiles~ 

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


Seven sexy paragraphs from ~ 

Chapter Nine: He Captured Her Small Hands

Drev controlled his primal need through sheer willpower. The woman was wrapped around him in the sexiest way possible. 



Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Easter Time Flashback ~ Running of the Buck Rabbits

Okay, these pics are just too bunny-cute...yep, on found Pinterest. 

Lusty Spring howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

This was a flash written during the 2012 Spring Equinox about Sadie, a rabbit shifter on a mission of sweet revenge.

HAPPY EASTER, Everyone. And as I said back on March 20, 2012... May Springtime bring you joy and a beautiful connection with our Mother Earth.

Authoress news and mews ~

Yes, I'm still doggedly editing/revising my SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION manuscript ~Waiting For a Filly Girl~ The Prologue – or I might change it to the first chapter – had been completed – I've had to do a bit of revising around that change... and because Keina and Drev's love story has been updated to Wolf Peak Territory, rather than Talbot Peak. Anyhoo, I wish it would all go much faster for the obvious reasons. However, life simply isn't cooperating too well, at this time.

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


Running of the Buck Rabbits

Competing with the raw green smells of Springtime, the fast heated blood of rabbit shapeshifters tantalized Dante's nostrils as they morphed to human form. Their rapid heartbeats called to his wild wolfen nature, and he mentally licked his chops.

Instead of giving chase, Dante merely shook his head as he observed the gathering of the two rabbit clans from atop an outdoor stand, disguised to look like it belonged to human hunters. Yip-yip awoooo, the first day of Spring, what else did he expect? When the bunny bucks turned March-mad with the need to hump and mate.

Only it wasn't the four strapping bucks who would fight for a mate on the vernal equinox of 2012. No, Dante had never witnessed this type of 'gamechanger' role-reversal between the sexes. Not once during his lengthy worldwide travels.

So, yeah-howl, he'd had a big paw in bringing it about, though, all to help the little bunny shifter, Sadie. She was an excellent server at the Midnight Stardust Supperclub. So, when she'd come to him with those big brown eyes of hers, and her sweet round face, asking him to keep the peace between her clan and another local clan, Dante hadn't been able to refuse.

Thank the Mother Moon, Blade Runner -- Talbot Peak's resident extraterrestrial rabbit shifter and Dante's good sparring buddy -- had been amused by Sadie's unusual request. He'd taken control the situation with his usual efficiency and elegant style.

Immediately, Blade Runner gained agreement on the rules for the Sadie Hawkins like event, meant to ease tensions between the two rabbit shapeshifter clans. With his carefully chosen team, he'd laid out the miles' long course through the surrounding forest, then placed observation stations along the challenging terrain.

Blade Runner had also appointed himself the official referee. There'd been little argument from the two buck clan leaders, especially after their mates eyed them. Dante had grinned to himself watching the wifely warning -- also the silent promise of mating pleasures later.


Sadie twitched her buns back and forth, shaking her invisible tail. She jogged in place preparing to run the course she'd already been over with a fine-tooth comb, and committed to memory.

Oh, tingly-wiggly inside, yes! She was absolutely aware of how the four Velvephur brothers eyed her assets, like a prime patch of carrots.

"Give it up, girl. You won't catch any of us," the oldest Velvephur shouted with an assertive arrogance that flattened her inner ears. "Besides, the Leap Year date has already passed, if you haven't checked a calendar recently."

Lettuce turds, he could be ultra annoying. Not bothering with an answer, or even glancing in his direction, Sadie halted her pumping legs. She flipped her long pony tail over her shoulder, then began warming up her torso with rhythmic waist twists.

"Even wearing that skintight pink racing suit won't help you, sweet cheeks," the next-in-line-brother taunted, amusement in his tone.

Yeah, who's going to look like the dumb bunny ass when I tag your ass? Unknown to everyone but herself, Sadie had trained with the dedication of an Olympic athlete, before she'd even spoken with Dante.

A steady supply of anger had driven each and every step during her long training sessions. Sadie had been insulted to her core by the Velvephur brothers' refusal to honor the agreement their clans had made when they'd been youngsters -- even though Sadie herself had no intention of keeping it.

From the corner of her eye, she watched the third brother smirk, and fold his arms as if all he planned to do was languidly lope his way to the finish line. He winked audaciously, then called out, "I might just let our hot-pink cutie catch me, if she promises to give up the tail pink..."

"Shut up, son," Clan Leader Velvephur cut through the still-chilly morning air.

The neatly spinning flash of Blade Runner's slim weapon aimed at Mr. Dumb Bunny, the Third -- as Sadie thought of him of late -- gratified her some. She also used his ego-stupidity to fuel her. Now the desire to win raged through her like a dry-grass prairie fire.

Sadie twisted at the waist facing the fourth brother, and the handsomest one to her eye. Admittedly, she couldn't get enough of his dark-chocolate soulful eyes, his waves of hair that were the same rich color, his high-jumper athletic build... but she also knew he was a humper, a Lothario-type of the worst order, even for a rabbit shifter. Everyone knew he kept a room reserved at the Pleasure Club, unlike his brothers.

"Anything you want to say?" She tossed her words like a bunch of tasty root veggies at Mr. Humper Thumper, then turned away.

She took a moment to grin. Even to her ears, her tone had been remarkably neutral with just that perfect slice-to-the-gut edge. Focusing on the course before her, Sadie felt her racing engine rev up inside. She loved it.

"Catch me, Sadie. Drag me across the finish line, beautiful tail girl, and I'll honor the marriage agreement between our clans."

A frisson of astonishment shot through her middle. Not so much from Mr. Humper Thumper's words, but because of his calm and enigmatic manner as he spoke them. There'd been a depth in his tone she had no time to explore.

Shaking it off, Sadie leaned forward, and positioned herself to launch into her full racing speed. After all, she had a plan, one forged in the ice and fire of her wrath.

"Ready, gentleman rabbits," Blade Runner intoned. "Once the point of my dagger touches the ground you're off and running for your bachelor's freedom." He paused for dramatic affect, his wand-like blade twirling rapidly between his fingers. "Once I retrieve the dagger, Sadie of the Windflower Clan, will be chasing your un-furry tails." Blade Runner paused again. "As has been agreed by both clans, the outcome of this event will end all enmity."

Like everyone present, Sadie fastened her gaze on Blade Runner. With a precise and artful flip of his wrist, he sent the dagger high into the air. She stilled, tensing. There was no sound as the glistening silver dagger succumbed to gravity, the point aiming for earth.

The dagger struck with sweet precision. From her peripheral vision Sadie watched the four brothers sprint across the start line. By their early speed, and their dash for the brambles, she figured they now suspected or sensed her intention to hunt them down.



Sadie Exacts Her Revenge

Hunt them down like a relentless slayer, and exact her revenge on the four Velvephur brothers -- to that endgame, Sadie trained her gaze on the dagger.

The very instant Blade Runner leaned over, and swiftly pulled it from the ground, she leaped forward like a jackrabbit. In a few bounds, Sadie hit her stride racing on the course. No need to hurtle through the thick brambles.

Soon enough her Velvephur prey would have to use the main trail. In the meantime, Sadie focused on her breathing, on the running rhythm of her body. Even the Springtime scents of the forest that usually delighted her, and sent her pulse into overdrive, were placed in the back of her mind.

Keeping one eye for any loose stones on the trail, Sadie settled into a fast pace even though she ran up a long but moderate incline. First on her list would likely be 'dumb bunny ass', or the second brother, Zevion. Only because she knew he was the type of runner who started slow, and picked up speed close to the finish line.

She smiled inwardly at the sounds of their bodies crashing through the underbrush not far ahead of her. Strong to her rabbit ears but minimal to a human ear, Sadie easily followed the four brothers' progress.

To her 'somewhat' surprise, Dhogon, the oldest Velvephur, zigged and zagged between a stand of birch trees, then darted onto the trail. So like the overbearing, son of a buck to play hero for his brothers.

She'd show him! Glee burned deliciously through Sadie as she sprinted toward her target. Like a pair of ripe plump turnips his butt was the perfect invitation.

Oh, Mr. High and Mighty Buck made an impressive dash for it, but all of her training kicked in. On a high that made her feel as if she floated, Sadie dashed faster. Catching up to Dhogon, she passed him, then flashed her foot backward -- rabbit style -- just enough to thump his shin squarely.

Down he went. She heard his human flesh thud on the hard-packed trail. Glancing over her shoulder, Sadie watched him tumble backward in an ungainly heap.

Woman-doe power! She silently celebrated as she sniffed for her next Velvephur victim. Supercharged on all the organic carrot juice she'd been drinking for the past several months, Sadie resumed her racing stride.

Ha, her luck held! There was 'dumb turd ass', not thirty feet from her. Zevion emerged fast from between two huge huckleberry bushes. Gaining the trail in a single bound, he took off like the hunted rabbit he was, and the chase began.

Sadie bore down, flattening and lengthening her stride. Her fury at Zevion's refusal to even give her the courtesy of refusing him as a mate, fueled her feet. Before she knew it, his prime onion butt belonged to her.

Matching his speed, she stretched toward her target. Then, with enormous satisfaction, Sadie sank her teeth into the meatiest part of his ass. Hard. Crunch!

Zevion squealed like a girlie bunny, grabbed for his injured butt, then nearly stumbled. He slowed immediately, out of the running. Triumphant, Sadie sailed ahead of him, and felt the big smirk on her face.

As she watched and listened for the next Velvephur, her on-the-inside smile couldn't have been wider. So far, she was on revenge-track, and the lettuce leaves looked greener with every pump of her legs.

Determined to have her full measure of retaliation, Sadie concentrated on negotiating the course. The rough stretch she'd entered snaked downhill. Not far ahead of her, the trail curved sharply, and she couldn't see beyond the outcropping of rock.

However, about a quarter of a mile beyond the outcropping -- midway through the course -- the two other brothers, Dhirkon and Zulian, would be forced to run on the trail instead of staying inside the thickets.

Feeling like super bunny girl, still Sadie checked in with her body. Her blood hummed in her ears nicely, and her heart thump-thumped with a healthy rhythm.

Two down... two to go. Sadie rounded the curve, and seeing neither Dhirkon, the jerk-on, or Zulian, the notorious humper, she searched the dense forest with her gaze.

Elder pine trees lined the course now, so the brothers could remain hidden a while longer. Plus, the deep bed of pine needles lessened the sound of their footfalls.

With a suddenness that stopped and started her heart, Mr. Dumb Bunny brushed against her side. Dhirkon bounded in front of her, acting as though he could outrun Sadie easy as fresh spinach pie.

No way, alfalfa hay breath! Sadie set her jaw, narrowed her eyes, and charged after him. Mentally, she saw his raised white tail, and with her arms moving back and forth like a track runner, she increased her speed.

With her tunnel vision aimed at Dhirkon's Roma-tomato butt cheeks, Sadie closed the distance quickly. Obviously, stunned by her ability to catch up to him, Dhirkon weaved back and forth, frantically attempting to shake her off his tail.

Take it like a man-rabbit, Sadie scolded as she watched for her opportunity. Anticipating his next jag to the side, she shot her hand between his legs. Within an instant, she gripped his two hot jelly beans.

After giving a fast squeeze, she let go. Mr. Dumb Bunny fell to his knees, the crack of sound audible.

Got to hurt. Sadie jogged past him, taking enormous pleasure in the way he protectively folded his hands over his breeding equipment -- and the stricken, down-a-few-ego-sizes look on his admittedly handsome face.

Surrender my tail pink to you...never! Not in a million zillion years.

With a mental shake of her head, Sadie refocused on the last Velvephur brother, Zulian. Ahead of her about fifty feet, Mr. Humper Thumper raced flat out on the part of the trail that slanted upward and turned to stone.

Oh, yes, did she have a sweetpea plan of revenge for 'dark chocolate eyes', several in fact -- depending on his action or reaction to being hunted down. With her breaths a bit labored now, Sadie sought her second wind as she chased him and assessed his speed.

Carrot tops! He must have done some of his own training, unlike his brothers. With her stride still flowing and easy, Sadie followed keeping pace with Zulian.

She'd need to make her move soon, though, to beat the ungallant, youngest Velvephur to the finish line, and teach him and his clan a lesson in proper chivalry.

Reaching deep down inside, Sadie gathered her remaining strength. She let her done-wrong wrath surface full force. Her feet flew beneath her, on the wings of sheer will.

She ran so fast it felt as though she'd entered some kind of trance. Nothing, no one was going to stop her.

With each stride, she gained on Zulian. Only about thirty feet from him, she rounded  the final bend in the trail before the finish line... smack! Hard smack.

Sadie collided with his hard-as-a-shield chest before she could put on the brakes. He'd stopped and turned. Now he caught her as she bounced off his well-muscled, too well-built human male body.

"What are you doing?" she garbled out angrily, then rubbed her now sore nose. "Ouch!"

"I'm letting you catch me, my sweet blossom girl." He kissed the tip of her nose before she could do a thing about stopping him.

"I would have caught you anyway... Mr. Humper Thumper." For some reason, she couldn't muster up the strength to step out of his arms, or demand he release her. Of course, her breaths chased themselves from her physical exertion... and...

"Humper Thumper," he drawled, hardly out of breath. "I heard you called me that. I'll admit to a few raunchy fantasies of you--"

"Shut up." Sadie stomped on his foot, even though she knew it would have little affect, given her soft-soled running shoes. "Oh sure, you can hump every other woman while refusing to hump me as your mate."

He leaned back so their gazes met. Those chocolate eyes of his seemed to search for her soul, for more...

"Wouldn't you have refused me as your mate, Sadie?" His velvety dark tone tickled her inner rabbit ears way too sexily.

Time for action. But first... "Who wants a mate who will mount every woman in sight... well, every woman he can take to the Pleasure Club."

Not waiting for an answer, Sadie grabbed his hand, and whirled around. She gave a good tug, then marched toward the finish line. Either he would follow her.... or not.

If he did, then she'd know.

Instead, Zulian captured her waist with one arm and hauled her against his side so her feet dangled. Like a swashbuckling pirate from her imagination, he strode toward the finish line carrying her.

Breathless, Sadie only had short time to appreciate his passionate manhandling. Because Zulian halted abruptly before crossing the line.

Given the rules, he had no choice. It remained up to her to drag or bring him across.

As he set her on her feet, Sadie smiled most wickedly, even as they faced each other. In full view of Blade Runner and both clans -- although they remained a discreet distance away -- Sadie launched upward on her tippy toes.

She planted a long impassioned kiss on Zulian's tempting lips -- a kiss that seared her down to her toes. Still, her resolve didn't fail her.

Ending their kiss, she sank down to her feet. As their gazes merged, she throatily challenged, "Your turn to chase me. If you want me for your mate, Zulian Velvephur."

Spinning around, Sadie stepped across the finish line, and hopped into a run.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Saturday, March 19, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ Waiting For a Filly Girl ~ love will find you

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

Okay, a change of plan. I've written an opening prologue, or first chapter, for my SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION Manuscript ~Waiting For a Filly Girl~ Below are the first SEVEN paragraphs—starring the heroine, Keina. 

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



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. 



Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

"Your beauty has enslaved me..."

There are magical places in Wolf Peak Territory 

Happy St. Pat's Day howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Here's a nod to the wearin' of the green in the shapeshifter-supernatural world of Wolf Peak Territory. This is a flash scene I wrote last year with a bit o' revision to update it. Kynthia stars as the norse-goddess heroine, and Zhadus stars as her underworld hero with green-tinted skin.

Authoress news and mews ~

Currently the Kougar is penning a prologue to her SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION Manuscript ~Waiting For a Filly Girl~ Hopefully this will be more enticing as a beginning to the story, since speaks of LOVE, a mate entering the heroine, Keina's life at this time.

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

Yep, Here's a Big St. Patrick's Day Sale. Lucky you! 


A man with green-tinted skin...

Kynthia touched a bare toe to the beautiful green shoots emerging from a large patch of snow. She'd never known such freedom to be herself, as she now enjoyed in Wolf Peak Territory, Montana. After a long luxurious stretch of her entire naked body, she inhaled huge breaths of the chilled morning air. Her lungs thanked her.

With a leap forward, she skipped down the rocky hillside, sparsely dotted by Aspen trees and pine. She headed toward a fast-running creek, sheltered by outcroppings of rock.

The creek ribboned gently and Kynthia had been exploring it of late. She enjoyed the singing rush of water, the earthy watery smells -- and bathing had become a happy adventure.

Kynthia played with any wild animal who deigned to trust her -- including the pools of fish. She'd arrived in the Peak to help her half Norse goddess, half angel cousin,  Kalindi. Of late, Kalindi had been overwhelmed at her ice cream shop with customers. Apparently, many Peakites possessed a special fondness for her cousin's menu of creamery delights. No matter winter's frigid grip on the land.

Of course, the hot chocolate concoctions were pleasurable beyond belief, and Kynthia always indulged in them while dishing up ice cream, and learning the art of making hot fudge sundaes. Today, since it was that silly, snake-charmer saint's day, they'd be serving mint green treats of every kind.

Kynthia especially enjoyed serving the children, and teasing them so that smiles appeared on their lovely little faces. Bored and tired of being put on 'marriage display' by her well-meaning parents, she'd fled to her cousin's aid. Besides, the blue rain god, who claimed Kalindi as his lover, had been demanding she acquire more assistance, and remain with him for longer periods of Earth time.

Hearing suspicious splashing, Kynthia moved along the smooth-rock edge on silent feet. On alert, she listened to the slip, slide, and splash of water as if someone else  bathed in the pristine creek.

Who intruded on her nature playtime? Being a goddess with her own set of powers, Kynthia felt no fear as she rounded a pebble-covered curve. Already her palm itched and sizzled with electrical pulses, with the force and fire of lightning.

Startled, enchanted, Kynthia gulped in a great breath, and became still as a doe scenting the wind. A man with green-tinted skin, and elfin ears, stood in a deep whirling pool of water that hardly covered his hips -- yet hid his manhood from her sharp eye well enough.

He sluiced water over broad, gorgeously formed shoulders, over a  chest Kynthia now unabashedly stared at, and wanted to feel against her awakening breasts. Hunger for the Brivioch stranger, an underworld race, welled up inside her like an artesian spring.

As she watched him bathe, smooth his hands over his upper body, her woman's need spiked, no, speared inside her with an insistence she'd rarely felt. Captured, enthralled by the man's sheer handsomeness, the sensual artistic picture he was, Kynthia waded into the swirling waters.

At that moment, he turned and bent over.  Carnally, deliciously stunned by the sight of his ass, by a glimpse of the living-muscled sculpture that was his back , Kynthia released a noisy whoosh of breath. Again, she stilled like a curious cat stalking an unknown.

Her gaze felt as if it slowly caressed his ass. Goddess help her, his emerald-tinted dark balls hung heavy, and were mighty in their size. How would they feel cradled in the center of her palm?

As if caught in a time slipstream, Kynthia didn't move, didn't reach out. All while temptation screamed her name. Relentlessly.

However, she knew little about his race. In the ancient days of the warrior-mage, Merlin, the Brivioch had been allies with the remaining Norse gods -- those of her heritage.

"Stranger," she uttered in a voice owned by desire.

He whipped around, droplets of water flying from him. Flames leapt from the depth of his dark, earth-green eyes -- the color of forest moss in shadow.

"You are here." He spoke as if he expected her appearance, and was almost annoyed she hadn't arrived earlier.

"Do I know you?" she haughtily demanded. Kynthia stood her ground, albeit she stood in cold frothing water up to her knees.

A grin slowly formed transforming his stern features to rakish. "Not formally, goddess of the Northern Lands. I am Zhadus, chieftain of my clan, the V'Quilreiy." He paused, his gaze scrutinizing her face. "Will you share your name?"

"I am called Kynthia." She honored him with her human realm name. Only. "Why have you waylaid me, chieftain?"

"Your beauty has enslaved me..."

"Truth." Her inner lightning sparked her voice. Kynthia clenched her hands to fists, halting her destructive, striking force.

"It is true." His gaze seared her with an earnestness she could not deny. "Your beauty enslaves me. Yet, I sought you out, Kynthia, to warn you and your people. Our ancient enemy arises from their stasis slumber."

"The demon vessels are loosed," she murmured. A moment of fear stabbed her chest as Kynthia envisioned the third-eye, wild-haired, brutish giants with teeth like arrowheads. They'd ravaged many an ancient land until defeated.

"Not yet loosed, goddess. They are being prepared to host the demonic ones." Zhadus offered his hand.

Without thought, Kynthia clasped her hand with his, in the knot of lovers. Bolts of pleasure streaked up her arm, then forked through her. "Yes," she managed though desire-swollen lips, "we are aware the demonic ones have arrived, an army of invasion. We are in battle preparation."

"As are we, and many others in the underworld."

His husky purring tone was like an invasion of her -- penetrating every fiber of Kynthia. She melted against his chest. Her breasts rejoiced as she rubbed them against his water-slickened skin.


Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Friday, March 11, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ Waiting For a Filly Girl ~ "Stud Drev."

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

I am continuing to edit/revise my SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION Manuscript ~Waiting For a Filly Girl~ Below is an X-rated snippet. The hero, Drev, and his heroine, Keina, are passionately hot for each other. 

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


Seven X-paragraphs from Chapter Twelve ~ 

Drev arched, the primal strength of his cock impaling her. Keina shrilled a moan of pure bliss. 

"Stud," she whispered in the throes of rapture. "Stud Drev." 



Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

He Captured Her Small Hands

Happy Eclipse howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Yes, this is an energy-powerful time during the eclipse. May all be well with you, and your loved ones. 

My tame prairie is budding out, or wearin' the green...and St. Patrick's day is around the corner. We got some much needed rain, too. 

So, I've been busier than heck, as most are in these times... yeah, the stuff that has to get done. Anyhoo, here are seven "more" *now being edited* and *revised* paragraphs from WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL, starring Keina and Drev. 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak territory anything is possible. ~A Paranormal Erotic Romance~ 


Chapter Nine: He Captured Her Small Hands 

Drev controlled his primal need through sheer willpower. He wanted  to lunge his cock inside Keina, take her.

The woman was wrapped around him in the sexiest way possible. Her pussy hugged his cockhead, the pleasure sweet but sharp as a knife.

Fuck, the cave man in him ached to lay claim to her wet heat. Yet, as a man, he wanted more from her. As a lover, he wanted to give Keina more. First. Before striking inside her like a madman.

Hell, just taking her, a one night stand wouldn't do. Not with this unique woman shifter.

From the depths of his soul, Drev knew. He burned, compelled to make Keina his. Somehow, some way, she belonged to him. Despite being a winged horse shapeshifter from another dimension.

"My breasts want you." The moment he heard her plea, Drev did what he'd longed to do since Keina entered his cabin.

He captured her small hands, trapping them against the wall, on either side of her head. Like a hawk, he fastened his gaze on her breasts.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Saturday, March 5, 2016

If You Don't Kiss Me Soon

Greetings from the Kougar's tame prairie. Spring-like weather predominates, and the daffodils are blooming. This Big Cat loves their sun-yellow faces. 

Anyhoo, she attempted to sign up for the MY SEXY SATURDAY blog bop. However, the linky signup wasn't showing up. Yeah, whether the glitch was on her end or it was some other glitch ~shrugs~ 

However, here are some *now being edited* and *revised* paragraphs from WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL, starring Keina and Drev. 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak territory anything is possible. ~A Paranormal Erotic Romance~ 


Chapter Seven: If You Don't Kiss Me Soon 

Drev paused in his stride peering into the main room. Like a dirty dog, he roved his gaze over Keina's delicate shape. The round swell of her hips, her small waist caused his cock to lurch.

She stood before his book collection, checking out the titles. Oh yeah, earlier he'd witnessed the sharp intelligence in her eyes.

So, Keina was some type of exotic winged horse shapeshifter. He'd just have to get used to it. Because his cock sure didn't give one damn.

Down humping dawg, he ordered. Yeah, no hope there.

Drev grimaced at himself. Stepping inside the room, he glued his gaze on his unexpected guest's gorgeous little ass.

Even with her petite frame, Keina's curves were proportionately voluptuous. He swept his gaze down her shapely thighs. Thank the Good Lord Above, they weren't pencil thin.

What he wouldn't give—Drev mentally hammered the rest of that explicit fantasy into nonexistence.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

His Heart Thumped Hard

March howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Can you believe it? Spring is about 20 days away, and St. Pat's day is coming up fast. This year is even more superspeed than last year. Although, I've experienced some odd sensations of being sort of out of the time loop. That's the best way I can express it, anyway. 

So, here's another revised chapter from WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL. No, the editing is not going fast enough, of course. ~sighs~ 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak territory anything is possible. ~A Paranormal Erotic Romance~ 


Chapter Five: His Heart Thumped Hard 

Drev forced himself to breathe. Who was she?

This woman who was about to walk into his sex fantasies?

For damn certain he'd never laid eyes on her before. Not in Wolf Peak Territory, or anywhere else for that matter.

A faint shimmer behind the woman's back caught his eye. Drev attempted to analyze what the cause could be, but the refined beauty of her features captured his gaze again.

What the hell? Concern seized him. He frowned.

Why wasn't she wearing a coat, a proper hat? Montana was ass-beating cold this time of year.

A split second later Drev made his decision. He jerked the door open. Given he kept the hinges well oiled so he could come and go silently, there wasn't a squeak of sound.

In one motion, he grabbed hold of the woman's elbow, and hauled her inside while shutting the door. Immediately, he released her arm.

Drev didn't want the woman thinking he was about to sexually assault her. "You're gonna freeze out there."
"No, I'm not," she shot back. Her spirited tone was on the edge of defiance.

"What the–?" Drev sputtered. The petite woman he'd just handled couldn't weigh that much.

Drev took a quick step back, and saw the bowling-ball sized bags she carried, one in each hand. Ms. Petite, attired like a city-bred, trendy hiker, easily lifted both bags high, thrusting them toward him. Her wide sparkly smile suggested she knew he would be happy with her.

"Your holiday turkeys," she announced.

"Turkeys," Drev uttered in some semblance of his usual voice. Entranced by her large gorgeous eyes, the color of pale amethyst, he simply stared.

"Aren't you in need of a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner?" Ms. Petite asked in a lyrical voice that struck his ear as somewhat strange, even exotic.

Not lowering the bags an inch, she studied him for an instant. "I heard about you in town...not having a, this is like my good deed. You know," she paused, "like Santa's elf."

With his gaze trapped by the woman's amazingly beautiful face, her exquisite eyes, Drev managed, "Santa's elf?"

Knowing she wasn't lying about the turkeys, he reached out taking hold of the two bags. Both had the logo of a Billings' health food store on them.

"That's me." Ms. Petite smiled again while tilting her head adorably. "Just think of me as Santa's little helper."
With way too much libido-inspired fascination, Drev watched the woman toss her long, wind-tousled hair—once she'd lowered her arms. Her lovely waving mane of hair wasn't merely pale in color as he'd thought. Silvery and golden strands covered rich hues of red, or chestnut, as he'd seen on the strawberry roan horses his father raised. Still raised according to his brother.

Drev winced inside. By longtime habit he tamped down the last bitter memory of his father—their final confrontation.

"You're a strong little thing, Santa's elf." The words burst out as Drev felt the full weight of the two bags.

"Lots of outdoor exercise," she enthused, sounding similar to his Jazzercise instructor sister-in-law, Sean's wife.

Keeping an eye on the woman who seemed more unreal than real, Drev set one bag on the floor. Opening the other one, he peeked inside quick. Sure as shootin', he looked at a tightly wrapped turkey. An organic one according to the label.

"Thanks," immediately burst out. An odd sensation buzzed through Drev, as if he should be aware of something not completely surfacing in his thoughts. "Thank you again. What do I owe you?"

"Nothing...nothing. They're a good-deed gift. I'll just be going now." His odd elf with the delicate, heart-shaped face took a step back. She began to spin around.

"Wait, little miracle worker, what's your name?"

Anything to get her to stay. Good gawd, she had no coat or gloves. Drev wasn't about to allow her, or any woman, to endanger herself outside in the frigid cold, predator-filled forest.

With a quick agility that caught Drev off guard, she whirled back to him. "I am Keina. What's your name?"

"Drev. Drev Zander. Do you always go running about the woods on a below freezing night without—"

"I'm fine," she interrupted. Tiny nose in the air, she regarded him. "Oh, I understand. You're concerned about my welfare."

That, and you're the sexiest woman alive. I want you bad...hell, I can't remember wanting any woman this bad. Drev mentally shook off his cock-stirring lust. He didn't want to frighten her away.

"Darn straight, Keina, I'm concerned. Unless you're a real elf with the magical ability to stay warm. And vanish..." Drev stopped speaking. His heart thumped hard, halted for a split second, then beat like one son of a gun.

"Unless you can make yourself invisible." He spoke the words slowly as the pale purple Pegasus galloped before his mind's eye. "Wings, Keina...feather wings touching my face..."

Words abandoned Drev at this point. Convulsively, he swallowed. Even in his super soldier days, he couldn't recall a time when his throat had been this painfully constricted, this freaking dry.

He stared. She stared back. Her amethyst eyes widened and darkened. Neither one of them moved.

Time ticked on, and they both remained like flesh and blood statues. Well hell, on second thought, he was flesh and blood, but what was she?

Like knife pricks, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Yet, it wasn't primal fear. No, the vibe was palpable, fierce with an energy unknown to him.

I'm not looking away. Drev's jaw tightened as his indomitable will asserted itself. Christ, maybe he couldn't tear his gaze away.

What Drev did know—he wanted to stay lassoed by this woman's glowing, bewitching gaze. That unnerved him, even as a strange euphoria cycloned through him.

The enchantment broke when Keina gave a small shake of her head. She eyed him again, but quickly averted her gaze. Drev swayed toward her, feeling like a damn Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Keina stuffed her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, her motion awkward. Without thought, Drev mirrored her, shoving his hands in the back pockets of his camo pants.

As he gawked at her stunning profile—at her tiny, slightly upturned nose—the fragrance of lilacs in full bloom wafted inside Drev's nostrils.

He ought to know. Growing up, his mother had a yard full of the pinkish-purple flowering bushes. Drev's memory clicked, as if he'd just cocked a gun.

The Pegasus, she'd smelled like...lilacs.

"Horse," he croaked past his drier-than-dust throat. "Flying horse."


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance