Big Cat *Squee* For Me ~ Angel is #3

A fond good evening, my Aristocratic Big Cats. The cool temps continue, and the Kougar wonders...slash, slash of her tail...when the dog days of summer are going to bark and bite. Surely, Mother Nature wouldn't let the prairie off this easily, unless winter will be the harsh winds of the Arctic constantly freezing moi's tuckus off. Ye gods and Bast, no!Maow and *squee*! WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS was #3 today on Siren-BookStrand's top seller's list. Moi only discovered this happy event because of a Google Alert, which linked to ~

http://www.bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar/wagaf.asp ~

Moi's little tiptoe secret...she doesn't check sales, the bad news being too devastating, if it is bad news...better to simply keep paw-penning on the next story whatever the current results. Too much depression is not good the Kougar's writing brain and sensibilities.

Just for the Big Cats eyes ~ from one of the Kougar's wip's ~
The Ken Doll Murders Weren’t Kinky
Heroine: Detective Sorza Krysty Wandcorp
Hero: Leader One Zyec Draiden of the Votroque
Earth Year 2051
Pluto Colony City, Morbbeus

Someone was removing the genitalia of men, Earth humans. So far it was no great loss – except to the men, of course.
Alone, Detective Sorza Wandcorp assessed the scene. Remaining still, she used her physical senses and her notorious sixth sense. First.
Three of them lay like corpses, sprawled on the cobblestone courtyard, completely nude. They had been loosely placed in a triangle behind the intimate jazz club – the area currently lit by the full brilliance of their one sun satellite.
On Pluto that meant the constant darkness was now illuminated as if strong streetlights shone – like the ones surviving in the remnants of New York City, Earth. Only here there was a red jewel tint to the darkness.
A gut hunch had brought Sorza to this part of the metropolis. Then the connect-in, anonymous – probably from inside the artsy slick jazz club – had appeared on her palm mobile – just as she stepped out of her low-flight, regulation vehicle. Not thirty steps from this eerie curious scene.
"Damn on Hades," she muttered, scowling. He’s on his way. Moving closer she scanned the scene slowly with the CSI wand – a high tech recording of evidence, a vid of sight, smell, sounds. Nothing much registered.
"Sterilized?" Junior Detective Illy Merlincorp asked, stealth moving beside her superior
"New method, I think," Sorza answered, pulse-aware of Illy’s panther scent. "Sniff around. It won’t ruin any evidence now."
"They look like dolls. Life size dolls. You know like life size Ken dolls." Illy moved toward the inanimate bodies, her investigative senses on fierce.
"Ken dolls?" Sorza heard the EMT truck whirr to a quick stop, the footsteps toward them.
"Neutered plastic doll popular mid to turn of the century Earth. Barbie’s boyfriend." Illy trilled a short giggle then knelt down, x-ray exploring one body.
"Barbie was a nun?" Sorza asked, having not a clue – but the Junior Detective wasn’t going to answer. She was huntress absorbed. Neutered. That’s what I need done to him. Surgically polished to smoothness...
I heard that! Sweetheart.
Sorza refused him an answer. "Captain, I want every particle collected before you attempt reanimation. – Not here. No use traumatizing them further."
"Aye, aye, Detective Wandcorp," Captain Rhandy called back. "You think they want to be reanimated without their dicks?" He chuckled at himself.
"The shock alone would kill me again," one of his men agreed.
"Yeah, except their weiner dicks are worthless. Peein’s about all they can get done."

Three angel kisses from the Kougar...

Stalking the Elusive Promo

Good late evening, my Extraordinary Big Cats, that's what the Kougar has been doing today ~ stalking the elusive promo. Roar and sore, it's not that the opportunity to promo is elusive, since there are chat loops and blogs and lots of cyber big-game opportunities. It's more like a tv show or a movie looking for its audience. The way to accomplish that could be extremely elusive.

Not being a naturally chatty cathy kind of Big Cat, the Kougar doesn't fare too well on the loops. And being on dial-up is prohibitive for doing the vid trailor thing. The Kougaress obviously enjoys blogs ~ however, that won't necessarily lure in those readers who would find her books delicious reading material.

On an emotional level, moi feels mostly invisible. In reality, the competition is fierce. With lots of great reads to choose from, and all the authors wanting those readers who most adore their books.

However meow enough...

At Shapeshifter Romance ~ http://shapeshifterromance.wordpress.com ~ there's a fun and fab discussion on ~ just what does a shapeshifter eat?

Which brings up the question ~ what will the Kougar's dragon shifter hero consume once he arrives on Earth? The ubiquitous tons of junk food, assuming he ends up in the good ole' US of A. Of course, he might not need to eat at all, if he stocked up on all the vital nutrients from a travel to a strange primitive world *implant*, which gradually feeds him. Himmmm...course, if he craves a certain type of food that could make for a some entertaining scenarious.

Just what do dragon shifters eat? The standard joke answer: anything or anyone they want.

How about my dragon shifter hero eats the heroine's nasty ex? Maybe, he just threatens to dine on him once he flames him into a crispy snack.

Gee, that could be a handy way of getting rid of the villains -- crisp 'em up and bring on the salsa and guacamole. Hey, who needs that barbecue pit now? Just smolder with dragon fire until fall-off-the-bone tender, then soak in your fave sauce.

Dragon's breath, who knew it could be so useful in current times?

Neighbor using black magic to drive you away? Send in the dragon for a little untraceable arson...oh so sorry, your house just went up in smoke and couldn't be saved...or, oops, are you sure that vehicle isn't on the recall list, the way it went up in flames...hehehe...

Elusive kisses from the Kougar...

Flash of a Tangerine Dream

A soft cool summer evening, my Big Cats, and the Kougar has experienced a very strange restless night ~ including and imagine moi's surprise when she discovered her novella, Tangerine Carnal Dreams, is now available from Aspen Mountain Press ~ http://aspenmountainpress.com ~ A big ole' surprise because the Kougar's other two publishers had contacted with the release date.

Maow...it's not the Olympics, however 8-08-2008 is the official publish date...which in complete cat honesty, has thrown this Big Cat for a loop or two. Toss the cat out, Mable. She's yowling for a tomcat.

Stunned down to the tip of the Kougaress' tail is another description. And, for now, moi will leave the story there.

In honor of Flash Fiction day at Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ where Roscoe James reigned supreme, and tomorrow is his release day for his new sci fi series ~ presenting ~ Flash of a Tangerine Dream ~

Excerpt from ~ TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS
ONE
"Katta! Where are you? I’ve lost your blink on the netscope."
"I’m here, Jessa. Power-divert to tracking. I’ve got him, sis. I’ve got the son of a wormhole." Katta struck her relay panel forcing more power to her speed system. The old spacecraft jerked forward, into a new warp level-humming loudly, vibrating roughly.
"Come on, you bucket of silicon bolts. You know I luv ya."
"Katta, where are you?" Jessa’s voice bounced in and out, shrill with concern.
"Looks like our personal villain is on the fast trail to Yemisque."
"Yemisque! Katta, no. It’s not worth it."
"I don’t care...
TWO
...I’m going to get him."
"He can hide, do anything to you–almost anything." Jessa amended, having enjoyed Yemisque’s free wheeling sex pleasures often.
"I’ve gotta get it back. I’m not letting Dad go down the devil’s asshole. He’ll lose everything..."
"Katta, even you can’t–"
"I see it, Jessa. Tangerine as those gumdrops you gobble. Yep! His vapor fart swirls down to that planet lust-playground."
"Come back..." Her sister’s worried voice crackled faintly.
"Sorry, sis. Gotta cut you free."
Katta hit communications’ access with a swift hard slam of her fist. Then punched on the opening to Yemisque.
"Tangerine carnal dreams...
THREE
...here I come," she muttered fiercely, on fire with capturing her prey.
Automated landing instructions flowed, a sensual male crooning, translated into her birth language.
"Yeah, that’s what I’m coming for, a really hard-lunging time. Oh baby, give it to me, harder, oooooh harder," she mocked. Quickly, she set the rickety, but plucky craft on cruise.
Katta stretched, relieving the tight anticipation of her muscles. "I don’t suppose it’ll be a flush-out run to the nearest fornicating mecca. Get my quarry. Then get out. I wish. Upon a trillion zillion stars."
"Corporal Kattalonia of Windsworld, an interview once you land."

http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/tangerine-carnal-dreams/prod_165.html

Also, just for moi's enjoyment and hopefully her Beautiful Big Cats ~ the continuation of the previous week's Flash Fiction with #7 and #8 ~

Blocking My Sun

ONE
All alone. She sighed with complete satisfaction, and planted her elbows in the beach’s almost too-hot sand. The surf shone brilliantly, green turquoise with thin lines of iridescent bubbles on the rolling gentle edges. Sorrenna wore her favorite red bikini just in case. So far, no one else had intruded.
She reclined back basking in the burning delicious rays of the sun, with only her thin towel between her and the sugar-fine incredible sand that conformed to her body. Was this a slice of heaven, or what? She smiled, let her eyelids flutter closed and relaxed.
"You’re blocking my sun."
TWO
The snarl in her voice should have warned him. She didn’t bother glancing up at him, or moving her perfectly curved body–designed for every carnal sin he’d ever had in mind. As he knew it would be. He’d been tailing her the past three weeks for a business client. Suddenly she’d left the city on vacation. The Dragon Lady of the corporate world, who advised when to fold ‘em and when to hold ‘em. When to expand. When to cut back.
Drave couldn’t believe his luck, even though luck favored him like blossoms attracted bees.
"Gonna do anything about it?"
THREE
Sorrenna ignored the crude insolent challenge. From his overwhelming potent smell as he baked in the high tropical sun, she figured he was muscled and male to the core. Sensually arching like a happy cat, she settled even more comfortably in her sand bed, deciding her best strategy was to wait him out. Men like him weren’t noted for their superior patience when dealing with the opposite sex. Still, it was more than annoying that he blocked her sunlight with his obviously huge body. Not one ray touched her skin.
"If I’d wanted shade, I would have brought an umbrella."
FOUR
Drave had spotted her leaving the flower-prettified bar next to the lobby of his vacation hotel hangout, as he’d been checking in. He’d quickly thrown cash, practically dumped his bag on the bell hop, then stripped down to his suit when his feet hit the sand.
His breath hitched as she moved, tantalizing him brutally with not one thought of doing so. Scenes of her naked and writhing on his bed while he plundered her body with his, exploded in his head. Not to mention his loins exploded to instant need.
Down, he ordered his cock.
"Consider me your sun."
FIVE
Sorrenna deigned to open one eye. All she saw was tree trunk-sized bronze legs.
After hissing a long impatient sigh, she reluctantly rolled over and wiggled into a comfortable position. It so figured. Finally she’d been able to sneak off on vacation and now this impossible lout wanted to be her ‘sun’. Maybe if she slipped into a nap, maybe if she snored, he’d get the hint pounded through his obviously thick skull like a damn ten inch nail.
Drowsiness seeped into her limbs along with the warmth of the sand. He didn’t leave.
"You’re a damn shade tree. Move."
SIX
Drave stared at her voluptuous ass, so round and such a blatant invitation, with only a red strip of cloth in his way. He groaned silently. His entire body growled for her, a damn bear claiming a honey-filled tree. He forced himself not to grab his cock, rising like a sentinel on watch in enemy territory.
Front or back, she was the kind of woman a man watched, raised up his on fists, while his cock took her with long pillaging thrusts. While she moaned with extreme pleasure. And let him do whatever he wanted with her.
"I can’t move."
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A LARGE GLASS

SEVEN
Effing annoyed, Sorrenna stifled a massive sigh. Deciding to open one eye, she reluctantly peeked out the corner. Good God! The man’s organ towered like a friggin’ utility pole. Instantly her brain flashed a scenario of her saying, timber, as if she’d just sawed it off and the enormous pole now fell on top of her. Even worse, the ridiculous urge to cover herself with her arm almost caused her to do it. Forcing her casual reach, she idly lifted the corner of her towel, then pressed the electronic waiter.
"Large glass of ice water. As soon as possible, please."
EIGHT
Ice water. For an instant his brain froze as if she’d just dumped ice water on his head. In another firing of his neurons, he realized that wasn’t the head she was planning on freezing with her large glass of ice water. What the fuck hell now? He wasn’t leaving. His feet wouldn’t move. And, damn, his cock felt like an anchor effectively weighing him down to the spot. Not like he could hoist himself, despite the lack of other patrons, and sail away. Mentally, he shook himself, thinking through the heavy carnal fog.
"Raoul, over here. I’ll get it."

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Doo...doo...doo...strange synchronicity strikes again!!! Following is an email the Kougar sent to Ian Punnett of Coast-to-Coastam ~ on 8/17/2008 at 1:15:21 AM ~

Ian, that song is playing and this is the paragraph of my novella, Black Cat Beaty, that I'm working on right now.

Whipping around, she nipped his ear harder, then noticed they moved inside the celebration area. Groaning his pleasure, he tightened his hold on her leash. Vaguely Sable noticed the strange decoration. Except for the elaborate slave and master costumes, it looked more like a futuristic disco than an x-rated Halloween party. Catwomen and Brykkitv men were twined together, dancing in poses of pure erotic seduction to the Animal song, House of the Rising Sun.

This is also the fang snippet the Kougar offered yesterday.

Strange universe kisses from the Kougar...

Full Moon Good Evening

Full moon good evening, Big Kitties. The Kougar was so engaged in her current revisions she lost track of time. And, moi is sore with pulled muscles from yesterday's vittles hunt. Successful though it was.

Today was also Fallen Angel Reviews loop day with moi's Siren sisters. Always a good creative time with hot, hot fabulous excerpts.

And something wonderful happened. A fellow author read the Kougar's Red Lioness Tamed, and loved it. What a happy floaty feeling!

And thank you, Celia Kyle (Liquid Silver SEx blog)...what red blooded kitty girl can resist men in jeans? These men!!!

Fang snippet, my Beautiful Big Cats?

Whipping around, she nipped his ear harder, then noticed they moved inside the celebration area. Groaning his pleasure, he tightened his hold on her leash. Vaguely Sable noticed the strange decoration. Except for the elaborate slave and master costumes, it looked more like a futuristic disco than an x-rated Halloween party. Catwomen and Brykkitv men were twined together, dancing in poses of pure erotic seduction to the Animal song, House of the Rising Sun.

Big full moon smooch from the Kougar...

Think to the Beat of a Different Drum

A lovely cool evening, my Beautiful Big Cats. The Kougar's brain is on the fritz because she wore herself down to the hunting bone dragging back the sustainable life groceries, and then had to crash and snooze a catnap.

However, the Kougar's journey through the tame prairie today took a few interesting detours, roads being worked on, tax dollars at work ~ which prompted some thinking detours as well. A friend of mine...from another life ago...once said, to paraphrase, why use a jackhammer on someone when a tack hammer will do the job? That phrasing impressed moi so much at the time, that the Kougaress has made every effort in her life to treat people and situations with the proper tool rather than trying to hang up a picture with a jackhammer...or do road repair with a tack hammer. Of course, much easier yowled than accomplished.

The Kougar is certain we've all been treated to the jackhammer approach in life when the gentle tap of a tack hammer would have provided the guidance we needed and desired, at the time.

Think to the Beat of a Different Drum ~ Another detour of thought while cruising past the great yellow-tan elephant bales in the mowed rain-greened pastures.

As cubs we are often surprised that the way we thought about something or perceived something...which made perfect sense to us...is at complete odds with those around us. For example, if you're a medium who can see the dearly departed, whereas, most of us cannot, you may not realize the rest of us can't see the passed on people you speak to every night, until it finally become un-avoidably obvious to you. The Kougaress has often heard that story on Coast-to-Coast am and other paranormal chats from the top Mediums.

Meow...back to thinking to the beat of a different drum. A fact moi is very guilty of doing. Which leads to a lot of confusion on the Kougar's part, and confusion on the part of the other people she is interacting with. The most recent example ~ my kitty heroine. What seemed like a natural way to write my heroine's thoughts, or the way her mind works, who she is and her personality -- is overkill. Or, the reader may feel I'm beating them over the head with the fact she is a cat girl. Certainly not moi's intention.

Truth to roar...this cat girl has always been utterly fascinated about how other people's and big cat's minds worked, how they think, how they feel...and why. The Kougar has sat for hours just listening and learning about another person, asking prompting question after question... completely avidly curious. Generally easy to accomplish since most humans and kitties enjoy talking about themselves and their lives, their most profound and exciting experiences.

Moi's mistake? That readers would be just as curious and enjoy just as much, that depth of knowledge about her heroine...which was totally fun to write, very creatively intense and absolutely not always easy, at all.

Be that as it meow...now moi is attempting to determine what works for other readers' minds and sensibilities. To balance the thoughts and personality of her cat girl heroine so her story will be enjoyed.

No easy task for this Kougar girl...

My Big Cool Cats, living in the city, in the summer...or wherever...how about a fang snippet?

He gave a wicked grin, then flipped her back beneath him, wildly ravishing her senses. She clung, completely breathless, her arms like a vise around his neck.
"You know how to keep a catwoman off her game. And off her feet."
"As long as I keep her on me and beneath me."
Devon, she whispered deep inside, precisely where she didn’t want to feel him. She didn’t want him invading her soul. She didn’t want him living inside her heart. He was an enemy to her kind, and he had collar-trapped her.

Different drumming smooch from the Kougar...

Revived ~ Red Lioness Cover

From the cool tame prairie, my Big Cats, a late night greeting, once again. Today moi found out the cover art for Red Lioness Tamed, Liquid Silver Books ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com ~ was still in contention at the NewCovey Cover Awards blog site. And claw-happily, the Kougar voted for herself. Tacky maybe... meow...so...

If you'd like to paw-vote for your fave click on over to ~
http://thenewcoveycoverawards.blogspot.com/

Title: Red Lioness Tamed
Author: Savanna Kougar
Cover Artist: David Burton
Genre: Molten Silver, Futuristic, Sci Fi, Shifter Romance
Websites / Blogs:
http://savannakougar.com/
http://liquidsilverbooks.com/
http://davidburtonart.net/
Description:
If yer partial to a futuristic adventurous romp of lust and love on the high celestial seas of space...if you have yen for those cat shifter types, lament no longer...
Year 3051, the Earth calendar used on Terra-Mars, a terra-formed moon orbiting Mars, and home of the heroine, Sun Rocket.
What does a lioness shifter do when she's suddenly trapped in an unknown space cruiser's cargo hold? Then, despite her ability to savagely defend herself, she's trapped beneath the handsome human Captain. And next, cat-scratching ridiculously, she finds herself carnal-trapped, and meow yowl! bound by leather straps in his bed?
Answer: She fights tooth and claw. Problem: The loner Captain is nova-hot at seducing her.

What is moi up to? Probably shooting herself in her itsy bitsy paw...and wishing she owned a cave far, far away...

Purr-however, here is a fang snippet for all those who adore cat shifters? And who doesn't?

"Just returning the favor." His tone held a small grin. "You played cat and mouse with my testosterone." Gliding his fingers through her tresses. "And I want more."
Sable loudly purred, then spoke. "Such a demanding man. Should I knead your back, claws included? And rub my wet pussy on your strong super hero back, until my kitten clit licks you with my come?"

On Title Magic ~ http://titlemagic.blogspot.com/ ~ Mel blogged about her abused tbr pile. Moi's mew-sings ~

Mel, cool! And thanks for mentioning When a Good Angel Falls.
Curious, what's the last book you read?
And what did you think? How much did you enjoy?
How about our Trish! Hopefully, she can blog soon about all her success.

Tail-dragging smooch from the Kougar...

Good Growling News

Late evening meow...the moon is nearly full, and shone with luminous lemon color earlier. Yesterday, Lunabelle magnificently gleamed like slice of orange sherbet. And the day before, our Mother Moon brilliantly glowed with a tangerine color the Kougar has never seen before.

Moi could guess it might be the ash in the atmosphere from the California fires. Yowl-regardless, it's magnificent and shiver-magical.

Good growling news, my Big Cats, the Kougar received a contract for THE SPECIAL SECRET PROJECT today. Around 21, 000 words and in the middle of chapter three.

A claw snippet? How can the Kougar refuse...

God, her tongue, talk about heavenly. He stopped himself from imagining her tongue tasting his cock the same way. Glancing up at him, retaliation glittering her eyes, she began gliding her lips up and down the entire length of his finger. Her tongue played seductively, becoming braver with each stroke.

Sweet growling smooch from the Kougar...