Friday, December 30, 2016

Moonlit Christmas Tree in Wolf Peak Territory

HAPPY NEW YEAR Howliday and Yowliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

The winter-loving, night-running shapeshifters often meet at this Christmas tree. Dante, the alpha leader of Wolf Peak Territory, and his beloved mate, Kitty, often run together in their animal forms during winter. When no one else is around, they shift to human, and smooch beneath the snowy boughs of this tree until Kitty shivers too much. 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Thursday, December 29, 2016

The Splendor of Christmas Holiday Trees In Wolf Peak Territory

HAPPY NEW YEAR Howliday and Yowliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

Yes, here's another beautifully decorated tree overlooking Moonrise Lake, Montana, the small shapeshifter/supernatural town in Wolf Peak Territory. 

On the authorly front, yes, I'm putting the finishing touches on BLACK CAT BEAUTY. Right now, I'm thinking of doing a 1/1/2017 re-release of shapeshifter erotic romance. 

Sadly, many of us learned today that AllRomanceEbooks is closing their ebook doors. According to their statement, they just couldn't quite run in the black, businesswise. 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

New Tradition ~ Celebrating the Christmas Holiday Spirit

Howliday and Yowliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

New traditions, and the holiday *good cheer* celebrations continue in Wolf Peak Territory, especially in the small town of Moonrise Lake. Much of the Winter Solstice, cheery fun, is taking place around the various decorated trees. And oh yeah, the multitude of nightclubs, eateries, and specialty businesses in Dante's Interspecies Pleasure Club complex, are all holiday-hopping too. Let the fun-time yowls and howls happen all year round. 

On a more serious note... 

Question: why shut down the *good will toward men* or in truth, the *good will toward each other and humanity* simply because a holiday's date has come and gone? Why not increase this GOOD WILL into the new year? 

Yes, that's obvious to a whole lot of us, and many of us practice that way of being. However... 

Celebration like in the ye olden days of the renaissance period, brought people together... a sort of loving and joyous celebration of life and each other. You know, like being at a really good party...for one example. 

While I'm NOT advocating any particular way to celebrate, as in any religion or tradition... and I'm certainly NOT advocating more egregious nasty *buy everything* commercialism during this holiday season... However, I AM ADVOCATING that we ALL celebrate in the manner, the ways we desire to do—what we find most joyous and meaningful... that is, continue to celebrate with our loved ones, our families...and within our communities. Or, how about keeping the HOLIDAY SPIRIT going wherever you are. Why not come up with more creative ways to celebrate—which humans are particularly good at. For one example, we could have various types of feasting days that are inclusive of all cultures, and certainly inclusive of the homeless, of those who need our help the most... really, why not? 

Personally, I love various cuisines from around the world, from the different ethnic cultures in our country... we could have Asian cuisine, Mediterranean cuisines, Latin country cuisines, Middle East cuisine, East Indian, and European as in the European countries... we could enjoy Russian and Eastern European cuisines ... African cuisines ... it's endless what we could create as far as FEASTING DAYS. For example, we could enjoy American Indian ways of feasting, and other original peoples... whatever ... or just have BAKING DAY ... mygosh, most of us love breads and pastries of all types ... French bread and pastries come to mind. Yum! And pancakes or flapjacks... gosh, it could be a cornucopia of delicious foods, and even more delicious, that we are enjoying each other's company ... you know, beyond the whole social media phenome of burying your nose in your ipad or iphone... and not actually talking to one another. Anyway, the creative opportunities are enormous and could be a way to help out the local economy, the small businesses, in organic ways of doing business. 

Yeah, how about HOLIDAY MUSIC CELEBRATION DAYS... and HOLIDAY DANCING PARTIES, such as in a Victorian Christmas Ball. Yes, these type of wonderful celebrations already happen... but, why not make it more available to ALL, and more widespread? Gee, talk about a beautiful way of doing business with each other. 

Wouldn't it be far more fun and fulfilling to celebrate with each other, locally and worldwide, instead of having endless warring conflicts??? For those who don't want to celebrate, or they're forbidden to celebrate... well, I say, STAY OUT OF OUR WAY, or be banished to your own little area. DON'T IMPOSE YOUR ***SCROOGE*** ON THE REST OF US. And if you dare tear down one of my decorated trees because of your intolerant theocracy-religion... well, you won't like the consequences. I WILL NOT bow down to your brand of religious idiocy, your brainwashed ignorance and stupidity. Keep it in your own religious community. NOT IN MINE! 

Oh, and gosh, gee, I believe most of us would rather be at various holiday celebrations than brawling in a stupid mall. 

When I was growing up during the fifties in midwest suburbia, there were certain limited ways Christmas was celebrated. Put up the Christmas tree—which gradually changed from Christmas eve day to weeks before Christmas day. Then, you were supposed to take down the tree on the day after Christmas...well, that changed for various reasons as we in society changed. In my family we decided: why take down a beautifully decorated tree? ... so the tree would stay up until New Year's usually—then, it became until the tree was a bonafide fire hazard. 

Yes, I love Christmas trees, and have dreamed of growing my own tree inside a house I designed... maybe someday. 

However, the point of this sorta rant... LET'S ALL HAVE FUN CELEBRATING WITH EACH OTHER, LET'S CONTINUE THE *GOOD WILL* SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE, LET'S EXTEND THESE HOLIDAYS, at least during the week before New Year's Eve. Yep, we need to continue everything GOOD about Christmas Time, regardless of religion, creed, or traditions. Let's reach out to each other wherever possible, and bring more love and joy to planet earth. 




Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Cowboy Christmas Eve In Wolf Peak Territory

Howliday and Yowliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

Yes! the Cowboy Christmas Santas in Wolf Peak are delivering gifts to every girl and boy. 

Nothing like the wonderment and joy on a child's face during the holiday season. 

An old-fashioned Christmas celebration takes place at the new church built this past year just outside Moonrise Lake, the small town in Wolf Peak. 

One of the new shops in Moonrise Lake. Nothing like lavishly, boldly celebrating the holidays.

Welcome to Keina and Drev's rustic celebration in their isolated cabin home. The heroine and hero in WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL are filled with love for each other, and filled with joy and thanfullness that they found each other. Btw, the saddle is Drev's way of teasing his winged filly mate, Keina. 

The reindeer shapeshifters arrive for fun and frolic and holiday treats. The children love them, of course, and feed them lots of apples. 

Sherilyn, heroine in HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS, tried her hand at decorating the ranch's stable where her beloved horses are kept warm and safe in the Montana winter. 

An Old West Christmas re-enactment for the children of Wold Peak Territory. Everyone had loads of fun! And ate lots of good old-fashioned treats. 

One of the Vintage Christmas Cards that was turned into a poster and displayed at the Wildcat Moon Diner. Jess, a bobcat shifter, is the proud owner of the family diner in Moonrise Lake, Montana. Wildcat Moon is a late 50s style diner, where breakfast is everything it should be. And more. 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Winter Bird Scenes In Wolf Peak Territory

Hot Rod Santa In Moonrise Lake, Montana 

Howliday and Yowliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, on the authorly front, I have a few paragraphs left to revise...then BLACK CAT BEAUTY will be finished, and I'll do the final work to prepare my shifter erotic romance for Indie publishing. 

Also, I've been working on my BOXED SET erotic romance... worldbuilding a small fictional town in Wyoming... and yep, gathering more and more details about my heroine and hero. My hero is being a bit mysterious and stubborn, however. Although, I do have a general idea about his family's longtime settlement in this small town and the great surrounding grasslands. 

The birdie shifters of Wolf Peak are enjoying the holiday season. If they get too cold, their homes are only a short flight away. There are the various pubs and taverns in town, and on the outskirts ... also a couple of good coffee shops, to get and warmed up. ~happy holiday smiles~ 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Thursday, December 15, 2016

THE MISTLETOE HOP ~ There's Romance In the Season

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays ... or Happy Howlidays, as they say in my fictional world of Wolf Peak Territory, a shapeshifter-supernatural community in Montana. 

So, Naughty or Nice? There's a loaded question. As an author I've been as GOOD as I can be, considering my challenging circumstances. Currently, I'm finishing up BLACK CAT BEAUTY, a re-release, which has been extensively revised, and will likely be around 40,000 words. Then, I'm participating in an erotic romance Box Set, which is tentatively scheduled to be released in April 2017. Stay tuned. 

Hopefully for your enjoyment, here's a sexy takeoff on the traditional NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS poem, which I wrote several years ago. It's become popular at Dante's Interspecies Pleasure Club, where fantasy and reality passionately meet in Wolf Peak Territory. 


Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my home
Only I was stirring, to pen my romance tome.
My best black silk stockings were hung, ready to wear,
In hopes, my miracle Santa stud would soon be here.

The pets are nestled all snug in their places,
With visions of holiday treats making them run dream races.
Their mamma has just slipped into her red lace teddy,
And is settling her brains to continue writing her fantasy.

When out on the lawn I hear such a loud clatter,
I spring up from my desk to see what is the matter.
Away to the window I trot in my boa-trimmed slippers
To take a peek through the curtains. Oh no, is that drunk Mrs. Kippers?

The full moon shines on icy slush, instead of new-fallen snow
Giving a natural spotlight to celebrating Mrs. Kippers below.
Yet, what to my wondering gaze does appear?
But an old-fashioned sleigh, and eight majestic reindeer.

With a Viking driver, so handsomely tall and magnificent,
I knew in a moment I must be dreaming this whole event.
More rapid than jets, his stags flew the midnight sky untamed,
His long mane blew wild as he shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! soar on Donner and Blitzen!
Fly to the top of each roof! Above the city walls!
Now race higher and faster! And sail over all!"

As autumn leaves that before the approaching blizzard fly,
When they meet with a whirlwind and spiral to the sky.
So up to my rooftop, the brown and white stags they flew,
With a sleigh full of glittering gifts, and Viking Santa too.

And then, after a blinking of my eyes, I heard on the roof
The precise landing, then the pawing of each jingle-belled hoof.
As I drew in my dreaming head, and spun around,
Down my fake chimney the Viking arrived, with an impressive bound.

He was splendidly dressed in red and faux fur, down to his boots,
And his garments remained perfect, despite all the ashes and soot.
A bundle of shiny presents he had flung behind his back,
And he looked like a romantic hero as he dashingly opened his pack.

His darkening eyes, how they naughtily twinkled! And at his dimples I gawk!
His features are sternly carved, reminding me of a beautiful proud hawk!
His full sexy mouth slowly turns upwards, a knowing grin,
As I continue to stare like a vixen at his strong virile chin.

With a saunter he approaches, making me weak in the knees.
His searing gaze travels the length of my body. And I freeze.
Without a word his powerful arm captures my pliant waist.
Crushing the lace against my skin, he has me tightly embraced.

Oh, how stalwart he feels, his muscles like hot heated ropes
And I sigh, then softly pant as I give free rein to my hopes.
His half-lidded gaze takes in my face, then settles on my parted lips
While his palms slide in a caress and boldly seize my hips.

“Oh, Santa,” I softly exhale, before his mouth claims mine in a torrid kiss.
“Wear those black silk stockings,” he rasps. “I promise bliss
When I return from leaving presents beneath every sparkling tree.” 
After plundering my eager mouth with another kiss, he spins from me. 

I hear him spring to his sleigh, to his stags give a fierce long shout,
Then, from my window I watch them depart like a meteor flaming out. 
Still, I hear him exclaim, as he disappears from my sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to my gorgeous woman, leave on the light!"


Kaily and Dylan invite you to read their love story ~


Consumed by curiosity, Kaily gives herself to a mystery man for Christmas. Will Dylan be able to resist her waiting naked, but gift-wrapped beneath his tree? 

To win the woman he desires above all else, Dylan turns the Twelve Days of Christmas into the twelve passions, all in one night. 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

A Black Cat Christmas

Howliday and Yowliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

Here are some scenes from the Black Cat Christmas party this year in Moonrise Lake, Montana. 

Then, after the pics, here's a flash scene, starring Sable and Devon, that I wrote after the original release of my shapeshifter erotic romance, BLACK CAT BEAUTY -- coming soon, I promise. 

Nothing like a little holiday decoration. 

Not a happy party camper. However, th creamy egg nog perked him up later. 

Hanging your black kitten stocking with care...she needed a nap. 

Comfy Christmas Tree perch, a must have at a cat holiday gathering. 

I'm your perfect gift. 

And a good time was had by all. 

Mom, was this really necessary? 

Black Cat Magic for Christmas

December 14, 2009

Sable disrobed, tossing her elf costume into an untidy pile. She posed with one hand on her bare hip, taking a few moments to admire her human body in the dressing room’s panel of mirrors. A black cat girl could still be all sexy cattitude even as a woman. Reaching for her sumptuous, figure-hugging gown, she shimmied into it. 

Despite Devon’s interest in dressing her as pleased him, she’d secretly had the evening gown created. With time being short, Sable studied the drape of deep wine-colored velvet and satin. She made adjustments quickly, then moved to the vanity and made up her face like a torch singer.   

Finished, she peeked around the off-stage curtain to make certain the last child had left Devon’s lap and the event was officially over. They’d attended a charity party, at the dinner theater, for older unadopted kids. Devon had played Santa Claus, only as his Super Ace persona. There’d been more dancing to his band’s music, than actual ho-ho, traditional make-a-wish, lap sitting by the pre-teenagers. 

In league with Devon’s band to give him this Christmas surprise, Sable moved from behind the curtain. Strutting like Mae West, she walked toward the center of the stage as they strummed the opening strains of ‘That old black magic’. 

“Devon, dude, your woman has a special gift for you,” Rick announced. 

Sable seductively leaned her hip against the piano. A wide smile naturally formed on her face as Devon spun around. His impassioned gaze threatened to blister her skin, and was definitely a promise for later lusting pleasures.

Tossing her long waves of auburn hair that she’d intentionally mussed, Sable sang, “That old black magic has me in its spell. That old black magic that you weave so well.” Sauntering forward with the music, she crooned, “Icy fingers up and down my spine...the same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.”

Their gazes locked, and their mutual desire sparked between them. Devon started toward her, only halted by his manager’s hand on his arm. If he could have super-speed swept her up, and carried her away, he would have.

Languidly hitching her hips for a few strides, Sable halted. “The same old tingle that I feel inside.” Posing, she slanted her gaze over her shoulder. “When that elevator starts its ride...down and down I go, round and round I go.” 

She watched Devon force himself to sit down at one of the small tables near the stage. His hot gaze roamed over her body and he did nothing to hide the swell of his cock.

Pivoting, Sable swayed ever closer to him. “Like a leaf that's caught in the tide...I should stay away but what can I do...I hear your name, and I'm aflame...Aflame with such a burning desire...That only your kiss can put out the fire...and your meaty sausage, she added mentally. 

Spreading her hand on the voluptuous curve of her hip, she taunted him by stopping and bracing her legs.  “You are the lover that I've waited for...The mate that fate had me created for...And every time your lips meet mine...” Sable bent forward pursing her lips. “Baby down and down I go, all around I go.” Leaning a bit more, she lazily shook her shoulders showing off her cleavage. 

Devon mentally glued himself to the seat of the chair. Sable saw it in his eyes. Yet, the hunger in his gaze ravished her without compromise. Sable shivered inside, scorched by the carnal heat only he could generate within her.

“In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in...Under that old black magic called love...under that old black magic called love,” she repeated. On the last lingering notes she straightened. Her breasts heaved and she panted softly. For him. For Devon.

“Sable,” he paused for an instant, “come here.”

Ignoring his hoarsely spoken command, she whirled and raised her arms in a sensual imitation of flame. With her back to him, she waited for the band to begin  her next song.

“Devon, keep your seat,” Rick encouraged. “Your woman has one more gift for you. I guarantee you’re going to flip your dick over this one.” 

With the sound of the sultry Christmas music, Sable lowered her arms. Turning toward Devon, she stroked her palm over one cocked hip. “Santa baby, slip your Sable under your big tall tree...I’ve been an awful good girl...Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.” 

Devon froze, now stuck to his chair. His sausage had definitely grown meatier in size and his piercing gaze followed her as if he might lose sight of her.

Sable moved closer, exaggerating her slow strut. “Santa baby, drive me like your convertible too...I want you to...I'll wait up for you, handsome...Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.”

His dark gaze sliding to her hips, Devon patted his thigh, an invitation to sit on his lap. 

Feeling the low purr in her throat, Sable continued the song. “Think of all the fun I've missed...Think of all the men that I haven't kissed...Next year I could be just as good...If you'll just fulfill my Christmas list.”

Devon crooked his finger, beckoning her to come closer still.

Sable slowed, rotating her hips like an old-fashioned stripper. “Santa baby, I want your yacht.” Aiming her gaze at his cock, she sassily crooned, “And really that is a lot...Been a naughty girl in bed all year...Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.” Slinking nearer, Sable sang in a smooth purr, “Santa honey, there's one thing I really do need...Your seed...Deep inside my flooded pussy...Santa handsome, so hurry down my chimney tonight.”

Devon shot upright, but didn’t approach her. Though, his hunk o’ meat looked as though it tried to approach her, given its thrusting size.

“Santa sexy, and fill my stocking with your sausage.” Sable swayed her shoulders provocatively, along with the sweltering music. “Give me your meatballs...For an extra good time...Santa sexy, and hurry down my chimney tonight.” As she inched toward Devon, Sable rippled the long fall of her hair, knowing how it affected him. “Come and trim my Christmas wreathe...With some decorations bought at Tiffany's...I really do believe in you...Let's see how much you believe in me.”

Devon’s eyes glowed, super-powered with an inner light, an indication to Sable that she’d savagely aroused him. Just the way she liked it, depending on her sexual mood, of maow-ing course.

Sinuously moving beside him, Sable rubbed her hip on his thigh as part of her performance, singing, “Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing...No need for a ring...No need for a wedding...but, Santa baby, hurry down my chimney tonight...Hurry down my chimney tonight...Hurry, tonight.”

Raising on tiptoe, Sable twisted like the cat girl she was. Placing her lips close to his ear, she rumbled her best Eartha Kitt purr.

Before she could think or blink, Devon seized her, dipping her so low, Sable’s feet barely remained on the floor. Immediately, his kiss trapped her mouth with delicious ruthlessness. For long incredible moments, the unceasing press of his mouth thrilled through her limbs, and left her boneless inside his super strong hold. The molding of his lips over hers tempted Sable’s fiercest desires, until ultimately, she raged for whatever he wanted to do to her.

“Sable,” he growled privately. “You’re getting a ring whether you like it or not.”

“Meow, super man,” she breathy whispered against his mouth. “Put it around that meaty cock of yours.” 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Monday, December 12, 2016

A Shapeshifter Fox ?

Howls and Yowls, shapeshifter lovers, here's an adorable fox at play in this fascinating video ... wouldn't it be nice if those of us who love animals could have such a good trusting relationship that we could play with them at will?

And who knows, maybe this fox guy is a shifter from Wolf Peak Territory who is visiting a friend...ya never know. 


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Friday, December 9, 2016

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

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

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


Seven paragraphs from ~ 

Santa Baby, Several Stars Away 

Chapter Two:

Not Where Stockings Are Hung 

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

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

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



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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Cowboy Santa In Wolf Peak Territory

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

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

Howliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

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

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



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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Christmas Holidays In Wolf Peak Territory

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

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

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

Howliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

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

Now it's time to get some writing done. 



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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Lots of Cowboys In Wolf Peak Territory, Montana

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

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

Happy Howlidays and Merry Christmas Yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Kisses, Savanna Kougar