Saturday, July 30, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ Waiting For a Filly Girl ~ Coming Soon!


Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone.  

Coming soon ... WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL ~A ShapeShifter Seduction Erotic Romance~  

I'm hoping to Indie-release Keina and Drev's love story this coming Monday. However, given my life is so unpredictable...well, hope is all I've got. 

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


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 convinces 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? 


Seven sexy paragraphs from ~  

"Hang on to my neck, darlin'. You're comin' out of those denims." 

"Coming is right." Keina panted her words as she threw her arms around his neck. 


BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506268940242484050  Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Tuesday, July 26, 2016


A ShapeShifter Seduction Erotic Romance

A Big Thank You! To Cover Artist, Amanda Kelsey

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


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 convinces 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? 


BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506268940242484050  Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Saturday, July 23, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ "Keina," he breathed out.


Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone.  

Coming soon, my shapeshifter erotic romance novel, WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL, is about ready to be Indie-released. This love story is set in my fictional world of Wolf Peak Territory, There is a character list *Page* at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION. For now, the list is only a copy of my file because that's all I can manage, timewise. 

AND, good news! The fabulous cover artist, Amanda Kelsey of is about to finalize the cover art...and it is utterly gorgeous, imho. ~huge grinz~ 

In this snippet, Drev romances Keina as they celebrate Thanksgiving in his hideaway forest cabin. He wants to make a very good impression. 

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


Seven paragraphs from ~  

Chapter Twenty-seven: 
Beautiful Medieval Princess 

"Keina," he breathed out. Drev couldn't have moved a foot if his life depended on it. His eyes felt as if they leaped from their sockets. "You look like the most beautiful medieval princess." 

"You are so kind, Drev." 

"Kind isn't the word. Awe-struck...maybe. Let's say, bewitched out of my mind." 


Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Thursday, July 21, 2016

WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL ~ Cover Art Coming Soon

One of Keina's relatives in her realm, Equirion.
Sultry summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Yep, the heat is rising but it's the humidity which is the energy killer. For the first time in ten years, I did some major a mile of mowing my jungly gravel drive yesterday. Okay, I did push it too far, and nearly collapsed. I had to lie down on the ground for awhile. Fortunately, there are beautiful shade trees, and my breathing finally went back to normal, as did my heart rate. So, here I am, still alive and kicking whenever possible.
One good thing I discovered, powdered Sage leaf tastes good in my hot chocolate herbal brews. The herb Sage helps in hot weather, keeping your body more regulated as far as sweating in this humid heat. Sage has a whole list of medicinal properties, one of them being a good remedy for the heart. If I just had more time and energy, I get a large patch of Sage I had at one time in a different place. The plant is gorgeous with those purple flowers. You know, Purple Sage.
So, I am ultra excited about the cover art for WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL. Last couple of days, Amanda Kelsey has e-sent two mockups, both of them gorgeous. However, not quite what I want, yet. It's close, though! Amanda does such fabulous artistic-type covers. I adore them.
Also, I am fine-tooth editing FILLY GIRL...and looking for those left out words, etc. Of course, I'm in love with Keina and Drev's erotic love story, I hope readers will be as well. There's lots of body-heat passion, lots of lovin', including romantic scenes. And! Since I love epic action-fight scenes with big ole bad villains/villainesses...yep, enjoy the action-ride.
And don't forget, Keina and Drev's love story is set in my fictional world of Wolf Peak, look for those secondary characters. Of course, there's an erotic scene inside Dante's Interspecies Pleasure Club.
If you're interested, I went ahead and copied my CAST OF CHARACTERS file to a page of this blog, titled: Wolf Peak Territory ~ Cast of Characters. It's just a rough listing of those who star in my shapeshifter flash fiction scenes, and many of those who starred in HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS. I'd like to do more worldbuilding, flesh my shapeshifter/paranormal world out, but time just runs out these days.
I have a whole bunch o' WIPS set in Wolf Peak Territory that I wish I could finish, and epublish. Who knows? Maybe the Fates will be kind in the future.
And yes, I am writing on a couple of WIPS with the intention of epubbing them.


Instead of the first chapter, I'm going with Chapter Three as one excerpt.  The Sexcerpt, I haven't decided on yet. 

Chapter Three:
The Blue-Sky Blues 

I've got the blue-sky blues. Keina soared high above the splendidly wild terrain of the Montana valley. Even in this remote area, she remained in her air horse form.

Being visible to Earthers was too risky. To neigh-say the least. Keeping her horse hide intact, away from the gene-engineering  mad scientists...well, even with her psi-powers, Keina knew she had to be ultra careful.

Hoping to lift her spirits, she winged over the majestic valley, over the blazing autumn colors. Yet, the ruthless ache still consumed her heart.

Flubergastov! An evil dragon might as well claw it from her chest.

For the fourth time now, she'd been banished. Once again, through no fault of her own. Tears welled up inside her.

No good deed goes unpunished, as she'd heard on Earth.

Instead of a month or three months on Earth, this time the penalty was unprecedented. Six sky-immense months away from her beloved family, away from the meadow-rolling lands of Equirion.

Overwhelmed by the wrongs done to her, Keina shuddered from her horse muzzle to the tip of her long flowing tail. She could understand the prior misunderstandings, given she'd refused to identify those really involved. And, truth, she'd clouded the minds of the court judges.

This time, though...double flubergastov, how long would she be tormented by the King's terrible-scowling countenance? By how he aimed his scepter, then pronounced unfair judgment upon her.

Before Keina could dissolve the scene, it played out again. King Zhvorc spun, his richly decorated robes snapping around him. With a glare that could have turned a barrel of apples rotten, he pointed to his travel portal. will find you...his final words echoed through her. From the corner of her eye, she'd watched him depart the throne room, his bearing unbending, righteous as ever.

Sadness, vibrational chaos owned Keina, and she plummeted despite her airy frequency. Flapping her wings, she rapidly stabilized herself.

Keina focused on the beauty below. Wise, sky-soaring pine trees, yellow-gold Aspens, and the mountain floor, everything glistened breathtakingly in the early afternoon sunlight.

Flubergastov! Was it her doing that the disgusting, lascivious Prince Tretorff followed her on stealthy feet after the Fall Equinox ball at the King’s castle? The slime-poop attempted to force his unwanted, stinky-sour-breath attentions on her once she stood before her chamber door.

They'd practically wrestled, with Keina twisting furiously as she fought off Tretorff's grasping, tentacle like arms. When his hands grabbed at her like angry snapping turtles, she'd whirled out of reach.

But the sleazeoid Prince snorted and charged, rabid to mount her. Desperate to escape, repulsed beyond belief, Keina instantly morphed her lower half.

Her silk gown ripped, a searing sound that tore at her. She'd spent hours hand-sewing the lovely garment, and dreaming of the festive enchantment that was the annual ball.

Enraged, her blood on boil, Keina aimed her back hoof. She launched a kick at the Prince's bulging crotch.

Strike the spike! Kick the ugly stick! She won.

Spinning to face the now wimpified stud, Keina whinny-shouted her triumph. Tretorff's unmanly shrieks drowned her out, all while he grabbed his cock and balls with both hands.

With his eyes popping out like a virgin filly, he'd backed away, only turning around when she didn't rush to attack him. Swiftly morphing to full human again, Keina watched him run down the long hallway, his gait hilariously awkward.

Relief swamped her, and she laughed hysterically. At the time, Keina had laughed so hard, and for so long, she'd finally collapsed against the door. As she hiccuped chuckles, her legs buckled, and she slid to the floor.

Now high in the Montana sky, Keina circled. Given her air form was merged with the wind current, she cruised above the color-glorious, old-growth forest.

Earlier in the day, she'd discovered an isolated meadow with plant varieties that tempted her horse palate. Hungry for the sun-warmed blooms and greens that still grew during the colder weather, Keina descended skimming over the treetops.

The sudden sight of a brawny-built man, who was obviously a hunter, halted her in mid-flight. Keina floated lower. Empathy for the prey he stalked soon overcame her.

If she could a life...

Careful to remain invisible, Keina positioned herself above the man. Astonishment jolted her. How odd! The hunter's face—the closer view of his physique—reminded her of the life size statues in the Garden of Ancients.

Keina had never observed a human who so closely resembled the progenitors of the Celtic gods. The difference...she judged the hunter's height to be just over six feet, whereas the gods of her realm had been over thirteen foot tall.

According to song and legend, these gods and goddesses had sired and birthed their own lineage of humans. Was she staring at one of their descendants?

The need to know flash-fired through her.

Keina studied the man's powerfully carved, noble features. Finding herself entranced, she hovered, her energy-wings beating against the ethers.

Given the man hunted in the middle of shapeshifter territory, she sensed for his animal side. Nothing tingled. No image formed in her mind.

Yet...Goddess Equine, he was beyond other humans in some way she didn't understand.

Did he know?

The way he negotiated the forest, following the signs and tracks, Keina thought of him as a high-performance human. Oh, and whinny-yum, his athletic strength was impressive.

Deciding to take no direct action against him like a swift kick to the head, Keina searched her mind for another plan. Silently, she landed behind a stand of trees, then phased to her Pegasus self.

Not seconds later, she heard the distressed gobble of a wild turkey, and knew. She charged toward the sound.

Flubergastov, she hoped her mythical appearance would shock the hunter into not firing. Or misfiring.

Able to alter her frequency quick as a gust of wind, Keina owned no concern for her welfare. The hunter's bullet would harmlessly pass through her.

There he was! The turkey desperately flapped his wings in an attempt to escape.

Keina raced in front of the hunter's line of sight. No cracking sound of a bullet. He hadn't fired.

Knowing she'd saved the wild bird, her instinct kicked in, and Keina galloped straight for the mountain cliff. With his level of expertise, the hunter could track her, even though she partially floated over the ground.

In her run past him, she'd glimpsed his energy matrix. Because this was the way of her kind, Keina psi-witnessed the man's warrior courage, his formidable will—and, that he already dealt with the supernatural world.

The instant he followed her hoof prints, her matrix strings hummed a warning. To observe him, Keina launched from the edge of the cliff. She morphed to invisible, sailing over the mountain valley again.

Banking a tight turn over the area, she waited for the unusual human. No doubt, fascination roped her, and pulled.

Once the hunter appeared, having tracked her to the cliff's edge, Keina drifted close to him. Compelled beyond any misgivings, she allowed herself to merge with his thoughts.

Oh flubergastov no! She'd deprived his family of needed food.

To make her actions worse, she'd dishonored him and his family by interfering with their traditional and honored celebration. Another punishable offense in her home realm.

Keina frequency-shivered violently. Still, she managed to keep her vibratory rate high enough, remaining in her ethereal state.

How was she going make this right? How?

Still shaking, she hovered and slowly reached for him with her wing. Gathering her courage, Keina caressed his square jaw with the tips of her feathers.

When she knew he felt the stroke of her wingtip, Keina spoke to his mind. Even if the hunter didn't hear her message, his heart would know the apology coming from her heart.

So she hoped.

Somehow, some way, she'd find a way to make his Thanksgiving celebration a good one. For him, and his family.

With resolve now ruling her, Keina gradually backed away. Since she needed to know, she searched his mind for the precise location of his home.

Bingo-bango, in seconds she had it memorized and mapped. The solitary cabin sat on a long slope of ground, amid Lodgepole Pines, Spruce, and elder Aspen trees.

Keina ascended fast. That is, after a last look at the man's handsome face. Mmm, yes yum, his hunk-sexy stubble did quivery things to her.

There just had to be a suitable turkey available somewhere. She'd check every shop. And since she had the Pegasus wings—Keina smiled to herself—it wouldn't take long to reach her temporary home on Earth, and start the search.

Strongly flapping, Keina streaked through the sky toward Billings, Montana, where she’d rented a small apartment, and pretended to be human.


Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Saturday, July 16, 2016

My Sexy Saturday~RED LIONESS TAMED~erotically splendid for him


Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone.

Okay then, through the month of July you can purchase RED LIONESS TAMED at Smashwords for 25% off. 


The first X-seven paragraphs from CHAPTER THREE of my sci fi shapeshifter novella, RED LIONESS TAMED

Draxen brushed his fingertip around her peaked nipple. The shape of her breast, her rigid nipple, was stunning to his eye beneath the silky fabric.

With her strength returning, he trapped her wrists in one hand, even as she attempted to deny him. Every male instinct compelled him to bind her to him. Hell's black stars, despite her warning that she possessed secrets, dangerous secrets. 


Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Dante and the Templar Treasure

Hey, shapeshifter lovers, this blog was first posted at my other blog, TITLE MAGIC ... however, since it expands Dante’s character, and adds to the Wolf Peak Territory storyline, I am re-posting here...

Montana and Knights Templar In North America

Hi, Title Magicians, take a look at this utterly fascinating revelation about the Knights Templar and their arrival in North America. Yes, there's fabulous treasure involved. Beyond that, of far more interest to me, is the wealth of knowledge that has been lost to current-day society...knowledge that would lift us out of bondage to those who do not have our best interests at heart.

On a further exciting note, since this treasure of information is in Montana that means Dante, the alpha wolf leader of Wolf Peak's territory, knows about it, and has made contact with Templars, and the Blackfoot Indian Nation, who are guarding this profound treasure. Of course, he will assist in keeping it out of the big bad hands of the rich and powerful, who care nothing for humanity, and would eliminate all shifters and supernaturals--except for those they could enslave.

Templars in North America

Date:    Tuesday - July 12, 2016
Host:    George Noory
Guests: William Mann
Landscape architect William F. Mann is an officer of the Knights Templar of Canada's Grand Executive Committee, and serves as the Sovereign Great Priory's Grand Archivist. In the second half, he presented evidence of the Knights Templar in the New World long before Columbus, and secret settlements they built as they moved westward, leaving hidden treasure across North America. He discussed the history of the Knights, who he recalled beginning in the 12th century as nine individuals from wealthy French families who were charged with protecting pilgrims on their way to and from the Holy Land. Eventually, they became so powerful and wealthy that they were looked upon as a threat by both the Vatican and the French King, who attempted to arrest many members on Friday the 13th of November in 1307.
Mann’s research has led him to believe that a few prominent members of the order escaped prosecution and sailed for North America, carrying a treasure of gold and other artifacts that he estimates is now worth "about 10 billion dollars." Mann was quick to point out that the treasure cache would also contain many lost secrets of alchemy, philosophy and other ancient knowledge, and that he approaches the quest to find it as a duty and not a path to material wealth. He believes that the treasure is currently located in a cave in the mountains of Montana, and says he has visited the site, but not entered it. He is revealing these secrets at this time because he and others in the order believe that it may help the world situation to make people aware of ideas that can improve their lives and give them a more "direct relationship with God." 

Templar Sanctuaries in North America
The Knights Templar in the New World
The Templar Meridians

Saturday, July 9, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ King Zhvorc spun


Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

Yes, I’m still tweaking my SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION Manuscript ~Waiting For a Filly Girl~ while waiting for the fabulous Amanda Kelsey of create the cover art.

No sexy castle in this scene. But yes, the King’s castle does have sexy ballrooms where romantic balls are held. And, there are many sexy guest chambers.

In this snippet, banished from her home realm of Equirion to Earth, Keina recalls why the King made such a judgement upon her, and what really happened.

Apologies for the lack a sexy scene this time. However, this snippet reveals the Keina’s feelings and motivation.

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


Seven paragraphs from Chapter Three: The Blue-Sky Blues

...Before Keina could dissolve the scene, it played out again. King Zhvorc spun, his richly decorated robes snapping around him. With a glare that could have turned a barrel of apples rotten, he pointed to his travel portal. will find you...his final words echoed through her. From the corner of her eye, she'd watched him depart the throne room, his bearing unbending, righteous as ever. 


Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Sensual Sabotage...Arriving On the Space Pleasure Cruiser

Pic from White Wolf : Native American Actor Rick Mora Helps Abandoned Huskies To Find New Homes

Yes, Rick Mora resembles my latest hero, First Chief Dolozhan Venturri.  

Summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

How’s summer treating you? Wow, the Fourth celebration on the tame prairie was four days of boom-boom fireworks, some literally sounded like bombs [okay, the NSA will likely key on the word ‘bombs’, but so it goes in this beyond-insane world].
Okay, I have a big, high-wheel mower on the was on, I stretched the credit thing...anyway, hopefully my health will hold up, and I can do what I call creative mowing, or leaving much of the wildflowers and herb-medicine plants uncut... plus, I want the precious butterflies and bees, the wildlife, to have enough food. Speaking of, it’s been interesting listening to the deer at night...or one time I surprised, I think it was a doe, when I opened my mailbox—there’s a lightly wooded area at the end of the pasture—anyway, she let out a sound of warning I’d never heard before. And no, I won’t be trying to tame any of the wild critters around here because I want them to retain their flight instincts. There are hunters, and if the supply of food goes south, or there’s hyperinflation...well, the wild critters deserve a fighting chance.
So, I’m continuing to write on my latest WIP, Sensual Sabotage...the hero’s character traits, who he is, is starting to unfold. I’m wondering if he’s some type of shapeshifter...? We’ll see. ~grins~
What I do know, he’s a high-level officer on a space sex-pleasure cruiser, which is beyond amazing in scope and the luxuries provided. However, our heroine, never intended to be on this pleasure ship...but due to unexpected circumstances...


Here’s a *raw, unedited* peek of what has been written on  Chapter Three... so far...

With a slight bow, he pivots! It is a coach—ebony in color with gilt scrolling, and rather Victorian in design.

The door swings open at our approach revealing rich, wine-red upholstery. In gentlemanly fashion the commander stands aside, and I step inside. Since the luxurious bench seats are the same in appearance, I hold my breath, choose a side and sit down.

What incredible comfort.  Without thought, I sink deeper and a sigh escapes. It’s been years since I could afford such furniture, like most on my ex-homeplanet.

Once he seats himself opposite me, the Commander touches an inobvious button, and we shoot straight up. I barely notice the movement, yet see the upper levels flash by from the corner of my eye.

“I would offer refreshments, Ms. Wyzex. However, this will be quite the short trip.” 

“Kind of you. A question if I may.”

“Of course.” His expression is one of gentle amusement. His body language suggests he is open, and somewhat indulgent.

“Other than blood, how do you fund your pleasure cruises? I’m not that familiar with your culture...other than your people have a good reputation in the galaxy at large.”

“Natural abundance. We believe in creating all that is needed, and desired by society as a whole. Our people give what they don’t need, or use—food, fabrics, materials for shelter. And there is trade, individual to individual, as well as huge trading marts, bazaars you might call them.”

He folds his arms in a loose manner. “We do use gem and rare-metal jewelry as a currency. This is true onboard ship for products and pleasures beyond a certain level of general prosperity—where trade is not viable.”

“My universal card is useless, right?”

He arches a dark brow. “Women are always taken care of, Ms. Wyzex. You need not concern yourself. Everything will be provided. Although.” A hint of a grin forms on his face. “If you wish to participate in producing food as one example...or if there is a service you would give to others—not sexual,” he adds. “Or, perhaps, you are of a creative nature. We are fond of all the arts. By all means, join in. We will welcome you.”

How do you feel suddenly hollow inside...and yet there’s a glimmer of excitement tingling inside me?

The coach pod slows and we ascend into his ship through what appears to be circular bay doors. Smoothly, we alight, and the door swings open.

“Commander, you are needed on the bridge,” an officer type formally states while standing at attention.

“Is my brother here?” Commander Vonec disembarks, his movements all power and grace.

“First Chief Venturri has just arrived from his duties.”

Vonec turns offering his hand to me. I hesitate only a moment, then place my hand in his, and walk down the short ramp.

Wow! Talk about a collection of amazing spacecraft and touring shuttles. Wow, oh wow.

I am so entranced by the sight, I hardly register when the Commander releases my hand. Also, I miss the man striding toward us.

As I look around, my heart skips a beat, maybe two—as romantically trite as that sounds. Oh, they are definitely brothers. The resemblance is strong, alright.

Only I find the First Chief more dashing. Tingle-me-hot dashing. His carved features, the waving flow of his dark bronze hair, the falcon intensity of his gaze—the panther smooth way he moves—gawd yes, he’s definitely a renegade after my heart.

Or the sexy renegade who stars in my fantasies. To my inner horror, I run my gaze over his lean but muscular physique, easily seen, given his uniform.

No, I don’t linger on his male package. I’ve never been a crotch watcher like some of my girlfriends. An intelligent conversation is a must to get my desire all revved up, and juicy.

Quit staring. Yeah, like a silly little girl.

My cheeks burn, becoming red no doubt. I avert my gaze enough so that I’m not openly gawking at him. Snap out of it! How ridiculously embarrassing.

Besides, a lover is not on my life list, not right now, for a whole slew of reasons. Not that Mr. Dashing Renegade would even be interested. Probably not.

And since this is a sex-pleasure cruise—crew included as I understand it from rumors—he likely has any number of very eager erotic partners.

Still, warning...warning. Wailing sirens sound inside my head. When his gaze intently sweeps over me—before his full attention is on his brother, the Commander.

Initiate frigid bitch persona. Now! 


Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Monday, July 4, 2016

Belated...Celebrating Independence Day

The Declaration of Independence: A Transcription
IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.--Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent: For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

Saturday, July 2, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ nano dynamite, unlit


Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. Here’s hoping you have a wonderful FOURTH OF JULY celebration.

Okay then, so far none of my ‘published’ erotic romance novels have the *sexy boss* theme. The closest dynamic is between my heroine, Kalypso, and her hero, Zryphus.
Kalypso is the sheriff of New Atlantis—a large, risen island that was once part of the Atlantean empire. Zryphus arrives from the mainland believing he will takeover the  murder investigation, given he’s been chasing down the Hair Spray killer. Not to be, Mr. Macho Man. ‘Cause, Kalypso puts him in his place.

TAGLINE: One hundred years later Sheriff Kalypso despises relationships. Zryphus has found his one woman. The Battle of the Sexes begins.
[American Title IV finalist. 4 Blue Ribbons & 4 Angels.] EBOOK & IN PRINT.


Earth year, 2051

Seven paragraphs from Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~
“Sheriff.” The man’s voice commanded first, and announced his presence second. “Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing.”

“Yeah, that’s me.” Turning, Kalypso’s gaze gave no quarter, hard as diamonds on the outsider. “Agent...?” Dang it to hang, he was a tall and broad drink of water. She’d expected the usual tight-ass wimp, with grim lips and eyes that were mirrors, reflecting nothing but the orders they’d been given. No, this man burned with sheer vitality. His gaze assessed, a damn force of nature. She’d bet if she struck a match and tossed it toward his eyes, they would sizzle like her birthday candles, then explode at his will. Yep, he was definitely a whole load of nano dynamite, unlit.

“Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz,” he answered. “Give me your evidence retrieval. I’ll take over from here.” 


Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar