Monday, November 30, 2015

Winter Fun In Moon Lake, Montana ... Meet Zoronado

Meet the black stallion shifter, Zoronado. He and his spirited human mate, Sharla, live in Moon Lake. They first met at the Interspecies Pleasure Club. Zoronado, in his human form, played the romantic daring Zorro for her fantasy. He is a direct descendant of  Toronado, Zorro's horse. 


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Friday, November 27, 2015

Keina stretched her wings with care.

~~~The First Six Paragraphs From Chapter Forty-seven of My WIP, WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL, a ShapeShifter Seduction Novel~~~  

Flubergastov. Keina mentally frowned. A battle mare should be tougher than this, ready at a moment's notice to fly and fight. A training regimen was definitely in order.

Several days after helping to defeat the drone armada, she still recovered. Upon their return to the cabin, Drev had pampered her, making certain she rested, and ate nutritious meals.

Keina stretched her wings with care. The cold brisk wind ruffled her feathers as she flapped, testing her strength.

About to lift off for a short flight over the forest surrounding the cabin, Keina heard an all too familiar whoosh-crackle. A portal opened behind her. With her intuitive senses shrieking, she whirled around.

Panic gripped Keina as if a thrown rope choked her. She neighed a scream. Appearing like a herd of Pegasus demons, Prince Tretorff and his cohorts streaked through the portal toward her.

Crazed, her eyes bulging, Keina bolted for the cabin. Drev raced toward her.


Authoress news and mews ~ 

So, Chapter Forty-seven of Keina and Drev's erotic love story is almost complete. In the following chapters, Drev must battle the villain prince to save Keina from his clutches. 


Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Trouble In Wolf Peak Territory ... Freedom and Gratitude

HAPPY THANKSGIVING Howls and Yowls, Shapeshifter lovers.

So, I've been working on this flash scene all day...letting Dante have his say.

And so it continues... The Divergent Timeline...


Trouble In Wolf Peak Territory ... Freedom and Gratitude

As wolf, Dante raced up the mountain trail that passed near his Interspecies Pleasure Club. The subterranean complex he'd built—and expanded for several years now—was hidden from prying eyes deep within a timber and conifer forest.

Wild, ferocious with the need to run his territory—given recent scat-troubling events—Dante exploded. In a blaze of speed, he challenged the cold whipping wind.

Primal love of the land thundered through Dante, and became the swift ruthless hum of his blood. The pungent scents of Mother Nature excited his nose like a Thanksgiving day feast.

As he sprinted for his observation spot on the side of the mountain, the crisp autumn air blasted into his lungs. He was alive. He was free.

With his last breath, Dante intended to stay free. Owned by no one. A beta to none.

Werewolf power flowed through Dante like bolts of electricity. As he halted near what he called his sitting rock, he huffed out breaths. Quickly, he morphed to human, then grabbed hold of one of the Navajo blankets he kept stashed.

Once he'd wrapped himself in the warmth of the wool blanket, he perched atop the boulder. Dante surveyed the land, his territory. Allowing his tumultuous thoughts to become a pool of stillness, for now, he focused on the town of Talbot Peak. Once a haven for shifters and supernaturals, of every type and stripe, and humans... now...

Now the weak-minded Mayor Gilbert, who many were saying had just lost his filberts—along with the blowhard dolts surrounding him, Chewie the NY rat being foremost—now, their ill thought-out actions, threatened every man, woman, and child, in what had once been Talbot Peak territory.

No more, Dante determined, his mood grim. Howls to the One Wolf, It was another security headache he didn't need. Or want. But now, he faced a no-choice situation. Immediately, he would seal off the borders around the town with security teams. Because, exposure to the evil powers-that-be, no matter how well intentioned, was a certain death sentence, or worse.

Before returning to Montana, while running loose and free in Europe, Dante had assisted in countless rescue operations...those shifters and supernaturals captured, and mercilessly experimented on by the dark cabal's mad scientists. No cruelty had been spared on these helpless victims.

Dante scowled. He bared the fangs he no longer had, and a formidable growl escaped. With every savagery he possessed, Dante intended to protect his pack—to protect all those he loved—to protect and shelter those who remained loyal to him.

The treachery of good intentions... Dante snarled, the winds carrying the sound away swiftly. His most beloved Kitty, the mate of his heart, had done her best to explain, to warn Mayor Gilbert about the future dangers to everyone in town, to everyone who lived  in the territory... and that thug-brazen rat, who bowed down to human rules like a house slave, dared to say he wanted his sticky paws spanking her ass.

Dante snorted a growl. Like that would ever happen. Kitty would claw his eyes out and his puny balls off first. Yeah, given he had bigger badder rats to fry up... he imagined them all in a hot-oil turkey cooker... Dante figured he'd let his sire handle Chewie. Whispers had it that Daimon had made a few calls to the nearest Internal Revenue Service, as a dutiful citizen informant. And, no howling doubt, Chewie's name had been mentioned. 

With a smile curving his lips, Dante removed his gaze from Talbot Peak. He looked to the north where a small farm town lay nestled among the surrounding pasture-carpeted hills. Recently, on Delvezio's advice—and because the Circle of Witches had foreseen the state's infiltration of Talbot Peak—Dante had made hidden financial arrangements. He'd paid off the bank loans, and bought out the few remaining townsfolk—those who hadn't had the funds to leave the failed community.

Now he owned the town lock, stock, and old-time barrels.

Hearing Delvezio's human footsteps approach, Dante called out, "Great day for a run as wolf." Standing, he waved his arm in a wide arc, "Welcome to Wolf Peak Territory."

"Wolf Peak Territory. I like the howl ring of that." Delvezio howled his enthusiasm as Dante tossed him a woolen blanket. "Great spot for a meeting of our wolf minds. Nothing like a mountain view of our new town, Moon Lake."

"Nothing," Dante agreed. At least, if someone in town got big fat britches now, he could officially banish them.

"Scat." Delvezio saronged the blanket. "I've been deluged with requests for help. Seems like half the population in Talbot Peak wants to move away, and fast. I don't blame them. But this morning has been logistics hell, as far as rescheduling food deliveries to Peak businesses."

"Scat yeah, I know, the email, text, and phone deluge is on." Dante leaned against his boulder, and Delvezio joined him. "Those with private rooms at the Pleasure Club, and in our underground survival wing, want immediate attention. I've got a team on it, slogging through all the requests...organizing as fast as possible. Most everyone can overwinter at the club. Without problem. Mother Moon, that's reason to be thankful."

"I'm thankful we have the resources to help. Although, with winter getting serious, it will slow down building new homes."

"Got Big Martha all revved up." Dante pictured the giant machine in his mind. "She can bore tunnels through about anything. Soon enough, we'll have direct underground access to Moon Lake. But right now, I have a crack team working hard to round up a convoy of moving trucks—and they're purchasing the invisible-to-surveillance paint on the black market."

Delvezio barked a rumble. "Can't have a column of moving trucks visible to sky-net surveillance."

"Nope. And the cyber team will be busy enough wiping out the records the mayor has built up on everyone." Dante shook his head, regret at the situation swamping him for moments. He'd truly liked Mayor Gilbert.

"It's become an ape-riot circus, trying to accommodate everyone now. And with Thanksgiving only a couple of days away, with plans being changed at the last minute...holy scat, you know the picture better than I do."

"Ape-riot circus. I'm going to remember that one, Del." Dante rumbled a short laugh.

Delvezio rumbled a chuckle. "On the good gratitude side, we had some preparations made. Most of our town's buildings have been cleared and cleaned, and are being refurbished. About half of the homes are liveable. Water is turned on, and the off-the-grid energy system is working top notch."

"Yeah, outstanding job, Del. We do have a whole helluva lot to be grateful for this year." Dante slapped his fast friend on the back, then cast his gaze on his sleepy looking farm town, still sprinkled with last night's tiny snowfall. "The cyber team has wiped Moon Lake off the virtual map—erased it from the public record. They've put up some kind of sci fi force-shield. Don't ask me how it works."

"I won't. It's all Greek to me," Delvezio joked.

"This year, they'll be more enjoying the main feast table at the club." Dante grinned. "You know, it'll give us a chance to build a tighter-knit community, as my dam would say."

Shards of unwanted pain and sadness stabbed Dante. He hadn't been able to find his mother, no matter how relentlessly he'd searched. She'd hidden herself well from Daimon.

"I swear on the One Wolf, I can smell the cooking aromas from the club. My mouth is watering." Delvezio moved so he could overlook Moon Lake. "There's lots of riding room for my Amazon woman." .

"Yeah, she sure has taken to training the women and girls how to be fearless warrioresses. Yeah, howl about gratitude, Del, I'm one grateful son of a wolf for your woman. Our females need to know every trick and skill there is, to protect themselves."

"Some of the women are already clamoring to go on patrol." Delvezio faced Dante, his gaze keen, questioning.

"We'll need them in the future. Now that we have greater territorial borders to protect, and enemies at the gate."

Delvezio raised his brows. Concern glittered his eyes. "Enemies? Holding out on me?"

"Naw. Think of it this way, Del. It's like in "The Matrix"," Dante paused, then quoted, "You're the one that has to walk through it. ... But until we do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. ... And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system that they will fight to protect it."

"Talbot Peak," Delvezio quietly stated.

"Yeah, Talbot Peak." Dante extended his arm, pointing toward Moon Lake. "The Pleasure Club, and our town. That is the future for our kind, and for those humans who want to join us, and live free."

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Splitsville... Red Pill, Blue Pill ... The Divergent Timeline

*Heading toward TURKEY DAY* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

After the question was asked if I really wanted to leave SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS, I reconsidered my decision to "bow out" . Because, of course, I want to continue in the fantasy world I've helped to world-build from the beginning. Also, I feel it's only fair to my heroines and heroes—who are currently clamoring at me nonstop.

At this point, I'd like to make it clear, I love ALL of my fellow authors. And, as a reader, I appreciate and enjoy their flash scenes. Their creativity amazes me.

However, given my worldview, my personal experiences in life—and the feelings and  worldview—the life experiences of my characters—well, for a lack of a better way of expressing it...we have clashing worldviews. At least, that's my perception. 

The only solution I know of, is to simply create a separate timeline, a parallel Talbot's Peak, if you will... in the same plotline-vein as the TV show, SLIDERS [1995-2000].

Thus, my flash scenes, in no way reflect other storylines of shifter/supernatural life in Talbot's Peak...although, obviously, only to the degree that it makes a logical story...again, as was done in the various SLIDERS versions of Earth reality.

If anyone is offended by my authorly plotline-version of the Peak, I ask you to simply tune out, change the channel, and continue to enjoy the other flash scenes.

And so it begins... The Divergent Timeline

Splitsville... Red Pill, Blue Pill ... The Divergent Timeline

Restless, her inner cat tail slashing back and forth, Kitty paced her office in the town library. Change, like a typhoon wind, permeated the very atmosphere. She hated like hell to confront her inner knowing...but, here it was.

Everything was about to explode. She knew it to her feline-intuitive core.

When a polite knock sounded at the door, Kitty jumped and whirled like her cat self. "Come in," she called out, knowing it was Sapphyra, a psychic who was part of Dante's Circle of Witches.

Fishsticks, tears already dripped on her cheeks. With a swipe of her hand, Kitty hastily wiped them away.

"Not good." Sapphyra answered Kitty's speculative gaze, and approached.

"Tea?" Kitty asked.

"No thanks. I'm not in mood...too upset," Sapphyra softly responded. She embraced Kitty in a warm hug.

As they'd often done, both women seated themselves on the cozy, Victorian-replica chairs. 

Kitty watched Sapphyra inhale a large breath, then reach inside her satchel. "Several of us tuned in psychically, and used remote viewing..." she hesitated, "here's the transcript of the mayor and the rat plotting against Dante...I understand Damien has already taken care of his 'problem'."

Stiffening her spine, and her nerve, Kitty took hold of the pages. Resolute—since it never did any good to avoid a problem—she began reading.

Her tears splashed on the paper before she could contain them. "They really believe this will work? Dante isn't stupid. He's had the license thing covered for years." Kitty shook her head at the absurdity of it. "He made a private deal with county officials years ago. They don't bother him. He doesn't bother them. And they're welcome at the Pleasure Club."

"I know. So far, everyone has gotten along. No issues. And no licenses."

Not quite believing what she'd read, with shock numbing her, Kitty carefully re-read the pages. "Mayor G, the rat...they've gone to the dark side...haven't they?" Kitty sighed to the depth of her soul. "Being in town is no longer safe for us, is it?"

"Not for those of us who don't want to end up in a black ops lab, the experiment du-jour." Sapphyra twisted her lips. "I guess if you're a rabbit shifter, or friend's with those shifters in the state congress, you're protected."

"What I don't understand is why the mayor and the rat are confusing Damien's Halloween visit with Dante. He's not coming after them. He's tried to reconcile. But he is a wolf. That only goes so far."

"Dante had nothing to do Damien's threats." Sapphyra shook her head, an exasperated expression on her face. "He had no clue about his sire's sudden visit to the mayor, until White Fang told him."

Kitty nodded. "Mayor G should be grateful White Fang had an ear to the door the whole time, so he didn't end up roadkill. Instead this..." Kitty tossed the pages on the coffee table.

"What I don't understand is why the mayor thinks it's Dante's idea to do a recall election. There's been murmurings of that ever since Mayor G tried to get the town to do that state census form. You know, be counted."

"How un-American, that the people of Talbot's Peak should actually get to vote, possibly un-elect him as mayor." Kitty couldn't care less if sarcasm colored her words. "And big fat scratches, there was never one townhall meeting about that census beforehand.  You know, finding out what the people wanted, if they were onboard."

"I must have missed the notice in the G&B Gazette about the state offering more money later." Sapphyra tossed her long hair in disgust. "Wait. Aren't those notices about townhall meetings put on the library's community board?"

"If there was a public meeting, no one here was notified. Funny how that happened... or didn't happen. Whatever," Kitty softly yowled the last word. She stood. With anxiousness owning her stomach, she moved to the window, peering outside yet not seeing anything. Inside, her heart somersaulted with sadness.

"People have a right to know what's going on," Sapphyra stated, her tone spirited.

"You're right. They need to know it's no longer safe in town for a lot of us. Dante can't keep using the cyber team to protect the town. Too much is going on. He has to protect the Pleasure Club, and the surrounding territory."

"Obviously, I can't take this transcript to the Gazette, since it's psychically generated."

"No..." Inspiration blazed like a hundred watt bulb in Kitty's head. "No, but we can copy it as a flyer. Spread it all over town. And people can make up their own mind. Do their own research. Decide what they want to do." Kitty tightened her arms over her belly. "It's splitsville for me."

"Red pill, blue pill," Sapphyra spoke in the silence. "We're in a Matrix-movie moment."

"You take the blue pill, the story ends," Kitty quoted what she knew by heart from the infamous movie. "You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes."


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Saturday, November 14, 2015

...ginormous formation of the spidery-ugly drones...

WELCOME... here's the last blog I posted at my previous home, SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ...

Autumn howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Because this is all I can manage this week, here's another rough-draft chapter from Keina and Drev's erotic love story, Waiting For a Filly Girl, a SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS WIP

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

Chapter Forty-five

Her blood a fierce blaze, her spirit fiercer, Keina soared beneath the canopy of diamond-brilliant stars. Symone's thighs gripped her sides hard as Keina banked a tight turn. She struck the cold air with her wings, swooping toward the ginormous formation of the spidery-ugly drones—all them her size, at least.

With deadly precision, mere minutes ago, Symone had eliminated ten of the laser-weaponized unmanned aerial vehicles, or UAVs. Whoever, or whatever. commanded the killer-tech swarm—whether humans with joysticks, a human variant species, or an AI in control—they'd made a serious combat mistake.

She and Symone had not been blown out of the sky.  

Snapping her wings wide, Keina put on the aerial brakes. She wheeled a u-turn, and with her wings furiously beating the air, she streaked along the back edge of the drone formation that advanced on Talbot's Peak territory. by one, Symone blasted the enemy UAVs into dust-sized particles—before they were armed, and aimed. From the corner of her eye, Keina witnessed a few flashes, the beginnings of a laser strike. But Symone out-gunned the drones, dustifying each spider machine before the pulse leaped from the mounted cannons.

In the following seconds, reality struck Keina like a swift hoof to the head. Flubergastov, she was in the midst of a life-risky skirmish. For real.

Battle mare...battle mare, she chanted. Baring her teeth, she altered the angle of  her wings, and prepared to fly high above the formation.

"Down!" Symone screamed. "Dive, dive!"

Keina froze the movement of her wings, allowing gravity to take hold. They sank like a stone for several moments. Then, straightening her neck, Keina flapped so she arrowed downward. At the same time, she felt Symone twist, and position herself. Rapid fire followed.

Fine ash from the destroyed enemy drones rained down on them. "Level off," Symone called out. "A contingent broke off," she explained, shouting above the wind. "They were waiting for us."

Immediately pumping her wings, Keina stretched her body for more air resistance. Before long, they flew parallel to the ground.

"Can you circle back around, Keina...are you strong enough?" Concern edged Symone's voice.

In answer, Keina winged upward sharply, and with strength surging through her, she looped toward the dark army of UAVs. Instantly, the drones flying rear guard, aimed cannons at them—the whirs of sound ominous.

Black as an abducting gray alien's eyes, Keina thought, as she charged, and listened to Symone pulse her shots. Another line of the spider bots blew apart, their bits spraying outward.

"And another one bites the dust...and another one," Symone sang in warrioress celebration.

"Climb, climb. High altitude," she yelled a split second later. Six of the sinister drones formed into a wedge as Keina watched. Mechanically buzzing like a hive of borg bees, they approached rapidly.

Keina slapped the air with her wings. Rising fast, she soared above the drone armada. Laser fire crisscrossed beneath her. But not for long. Symone  flash-banged the attackers,  picking them off quick.

"Keep flying toward the Peak," Symone yelled. "I'll send those demon contraptions to hell's abyss."

The hissing pulse-pulse of Symone's rifle sounded non-stop in Keina's ears as she got her midair bearings, then winged toward the Peak's territorial border. Slowing her speed, she steadied her flight, giving Symone a better platform to annihilate more of the invading swarm.

All too soon, the oil-acrid odor of dying drones billowed around them. Keina attempted to snort out the noxious smell when her nostrils painfully burned. Unable to find relief—and in danger of falling out of the sky when the chemicals filled her lungs—she flew ever higher, yet stayed on course.

"Bloody hell, I can't breathe. Let's get out of here," Symone shouted. "Keina, are you okay?"

As fast as possible, Keina pulled the cleaner air into her lungs. Her heart pounded as if it was about to burst from her ribcage. The flapping of her wings became sluggish, yet remained strong enough to keep them aloft. Even so, she strained to gain more altitude, more distance from the UAV armada—not so much of an armada now.

"Do we need to land?" Symone flattened her hand on Keina's neck, her touch one of concern. "Keina...find a spot to land. Dugger and Drev are about to blast that evil collection of tinker toys to kingdom come. I'll shoot from the ground."

Determined to keep fighting no matter what, Keina flared her nostrils wide sucking in the purer air. Soon enough, the drumming of her heart  lessened, and her wings flapped with more ease.

'Keina, something wrong?' Drev demanded in mindspeak. His worry seared a path through her.

'I'm fine now. Flying high. Destroy the drones.'

'Looks like Symone decimated the ranks. Stay high, sweetheart,' Drev reminded. 'Dugger and I are about to bring out the big guns. Finish off the *rise of the machines*. Here they come.'

Boom. Boom. Boom.  Above the menacing mechanized buzz of the drone army, Keina heard Drev and Dugger's shooting bombardment begin.

"Into bloody oblivion!" Dugger's yell owned the night sky.

New energy exploded through Keina, and she speed-winged—as her kind called it—toward Drev's position. Not wanting another lung full of foul-stinky drone dust, she also increased her elevation fast.

"Keina," Symone gripped her mane tighter, "are you able to circle behind Dugger and Drev? I'll target any drone that gets through their fire."

Whipping the air with her wings, Keina zoomed for Drev and Dugger. She caught glimpses of drones as they were hit, and fiery-exploded beneath her.

Entranced by the sight, she dipped her head, watching what looked like a fireworks display gone wrong. The spidery limbs of the UAVs tumbled in a weird aerial dance.
"The *dark-side powers that be*...their commanders must be going looney-crazy," Symone shouted near into Keina's ear.

'What the freak-robot hell?' Drev mindspoke.

'What?' Keina streaked toward her Drev. She felt it to her equine bones, something was terribly wrong.

'Directly behind you, Keina! Fly higher. Put the speedster wings on. I want a clean shot at that monster drone."


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance