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Third, a Black Cat Seduction Tail for Halloween

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Recently, I participated in Belinda McBride’s Halloween celebration for the Month of May on her author blog ~ Wylde by Nature ~
I’ve learned some fascinating things about Halloween/Samhain I never knew, especially around the origin and real history. The other featured authors have all made wonderful contributions. So, if you have a sudden yen for those creatures of the night stories, check them out.
Anyhoo and boo, I thought I’d share my bloggie here as well.

The Fun of Halloween

Since I didn’t know the true meaning and history of Halloween-Samhain as a kid growing up in the 1950's, Halloween night for me was just a whole heck of a lot of fun. My sisters and I would end up with big fat sacks of candy, a wondrous thing in a large family where the goodies were rationed. Wearing the costumes was a fun thrill, a fantastical escape from the everything ordinary. I got to be anything from a black cat to Annie Oakley to a ballerina princess. I won’t go into all my “fun” adult fantasy costumes.
No, it wasn’t only the *gathering* of the candy by running from door to door, it was the freedom, the sheer freedom of being able to roam the surrounding neighborhoods with good friends. I felt like a horse allowed to run wild... yep, I had a horsie costume, too... with a long flowing tail.
Later, when I lived in a suburb with 2 acres per lot and lots of land around it, Halloween night was even more exciting. And the sense of freedom was bigger. It was also a salvation for me as an emotionally troubled teenager. The constraints of society has never been my thing.
Okay... fast-forward to the call for Halloween stories from Liquid Silver Books. I couldn’t resist. There she was! My Black Cat Beauty girl, Sable Kiki, yowling her demand for her story to be written. The naughty feline girl seduced my imagination just as she initially seduces the hero, Devon Zant.
After all, what would it be like to shift into a black cat for Halloween? My goodness, fun and adventures would ensue... like walking in front of the scaredy humans... or arching your back and hissing at the trick-or-treating kidlets... then, there are all those haunted houses.
Of course, Sable’s story is much more complicated... but that’s life and the stuff of fantasy, isn’t it?

Black Cat Beauty
Blurb: A private Halloween party in a gothic mansion hidden in the Hollywood Hills. Add one party crasher, Sable Kiki, a naughty black cat with a sexy wild human side.
Her covert assignment from her devious, always-cunning father: use her seductive wiles to find out the truth from Devon Zant, a movie star on the rise to super stardom.
Posing as the superhero actor, Devon Zant, D’Torr has arrived on Earth seeking revenge for the capture of his younger brother, and to assist in stopping a powerful enemy.
The leviathan warfleet of the Altirrux wants rule of all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D’Torr’s race, and all the inhabitants of the rare blue jewel, Earth.

Excerpt ~ Sable Kiki and Devon Zant meet ~

Sable flipped her ear forward, noticing Devon Zant had halted high on the stairway, his attention clearly on the “accident” commotion. Although concealed by shadow, the bold strength of his physique could easily be seen. His dark shirt and pants skimmed his superbly muscled body as if the materials had been poured over him.

“Every inch the superhero,” Sable whispered, wondering how he would look flying on screen as the son of Super Ace. She hadn’t bothered with the movie trailer or the website. Especially since she’d only learned about the assignment late yesterday afternoon. A catnap in the sun had seemed much more enjoyable.

“Of course, I haven’t viewed those meaty ‘inches’ yet. So who knows if his cock is supercharged and heroic in action?” Sauntering unimpeded to the stairs, Sable briefly scanned her surroundings. Evidently Mr. Rising Superstar didn’t require beefy cow muscle to protect him ... just PETA to protect him from wandering pussycats. Maybe I should offer him personal protection from all pussies ... if he’s worthy.

Once she placed her foot, encased in the supple black leather of her sleek shoe, on the first step, his gaze fastened on her. Slowly she smiled at him. She lingered her Mae West smile on him as she provocatively swayed up the stairs.

Riveted, almost standing at attention, he trained his gaze on her.

Sable drew in his scent, careful not to overwhelm herself--easily done in this topsider culture. Ignoring the expensive men’s cologne he’d used, she inhaled his virility, raw and rivers-of-lava volcanic. Give me some more of him--yum.

Sliding her hand along the polished wood banister, she gradually mounted the stairway. As his gaze smoldered over her, Sable swayed even more teasingly. Her breasts rounded, becoming heavier, her nipples peaked into tight buds, and she knew they were outlined by the black gleaming stretch fabric of her costume. For a human male, his allure was far more ferocious than she’d ever experienced.

Smiling seductively, she tipped her face upwards, keeping her gaze beneath his as she approached, and halted one step away from him. Instead of blatantly perusing his masculine assets--yet--she studied his classically carved features through her half-lidded gaze. The god Hermes and the half-god Hercules, blended as one--and definitely more handsome than either--that was Devon Zant’s face.

From on high, his gaze scorched over her. Glints of lightning sparked in the depths of his eyes, and she was surprised to see how blue his eyes truly were--not sky blue. Not Paul Newman blue. No, they were deep iris blue, and so brilliantly luminous that for a moment she thought she observed an aurora of color slide over them.

No wonder a movie camera, even in the age of digital, couldn’t completely capture the actual color of his eyes. Nor could any camera do full justice to his hair. His auburn mane just brushed his shoulders and was nearly black, with fine streaks of burnt gold and bronze. She could analyze by the smell he hadn’t dyed the color. It was all natural, and obviously, a hairdresser’s dream.

Flirtatiously Sable smiled widely, then flashed her gaze over him admiringly.

“Sable,” she softly rumbled her name for him.

Excitement skittered along her skin like electrical currents as she waited and wondered if the sound of his smoky strong voice would be beyond the capacity of digital mikes.

“Your hair?” His gaze broke away from hers, moving pointedly to her own auburn tresses, which were not quite as dark as his and flamed with reddish tints.

“Not colored and like my name.” She enticed her voice over him, then languidly moved her hips back and forth so the thick waves of her hair rippled over her back and bottom. The Cat Goddess, Bastet! His voice was smoky and sinfully rich--yet pure as a clear mountain stream. If she had willed it, Sable could have orgasmed over his voice. Right there on the steps. In full view of him.

Excerpt - encounter with a witch ~

Warning ~ x-rated language

...the woman suddenly appeared, stepping in front of her.
Halting instead of gliding around the woman, Sable ran her gaze up from the stiletto black heels she wore, to the woman’s gaunt face, decorated like an Egyptian cat statue. Unblinking eyes that reminded her of dirty pool water analyzed her face.
“What black arts’ technique did you use?” The woman’s tone spiraled around her, cast from a cauldron spell.
“And why would I share anything with you?” Sable didn’t bother disguising her utter disregard. When she moved to walk away, the woman stepped in front of her again.
“He’s mine.” The sinister woman’s voice coiled like a serpent in Sable’s belly.
Placing her fist on one hip, she faced the woman fully. “Is that so?” Sable seized the attacking energy, then twined it around the woman’s throat.
Sinister woman blanched for a moment, her eyes dilating mummy-style before she dispelled the energy, and scowled ruthlessly at Sable.
“I knew it.” She growled, her voice like an inner-world gargoyle.
“Knew what?” Sable envisioned batting her head around like a play toy, but didn’t throw the energy at her.
Narrowing her eyes, then pointing a bony finger with a dagger nail that could slice open many a sardine can, sinister woman intoned, “I’m not done, if you’re smart you’ll get out of my way. Everyone gets out of my way...eventually.”
Sable idly slid her gaze over the woman’s scarecrow features, her enraged glints for eyes. “If Devon was interested in fucking a woman with a body designed by Skeletor, I would be more than thrilled to send you in his direction.” Casually, she regarded her own nails, popping out one claw. “As it is, I would advise you to express your sorcery talents elsewhere.”
“Everyone in Hollywood bows before me. I’ve ruined countless careers, and decreed countless others into existence. You’re no match for my sorcery talents, you fat ugly toad.” A sparking black cloud emanated from the center of sinister woman’s forehead.
Creating a gale-force wind in her third eye, Sable blew it, dissipating the nasty soupy stuff before it could cause a second’s harm. “Since I have no wish for a career in Hollywood, your dire threat is just so much jibber jabber to my ears.” Sable remembered not to flick her ear. Or her tail in haughty satisfaction.
“Do you think your amateurish use of magick can stop me from getting what I want? I can enslave you to my will as easily as crooking my little finger.” Demonstrating, sinister woman thrust her Grim Reaper hand in front of Sable’s eyes.
“A big ole’ oops, witchie poo, but you’re too late.” Sable languidly tossed her waves of hair. “I’ve already been enslaved. Any advise for removing this collar?”
For an instant, mean ole’ witchie poo gleamed her gaze directly on the collar, then stared at the matching bracelet.
“Want to give it a magickal try?” Sable held up her wrist twisting it in front of the woman’s eyes. To further taunt sinister woman, she glittered the bracelet in the spooky illumination of the neon disco lights. “Maybe a tiny bolt of lightning. Want to try?”
Silent long enough for Sable to hear the lyrics ‘love to love you, baby’ of the sensual disco chant behind her, witchie poo finally looked up from the bracelet. “You’ll regret angering me, you cunt stupid bitch,” she snarled, her eyes gleaming greenish streaks of demonic hatred.
Sable smiled widely, her most I’m-going-to-make-you-prey grin. “Spells at dawn? Since I’m the challenger you can choose your favorite weapon from your black arts’ bag of tricks.”

Happy Early Halloween!

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

BLACK CAT BEAUTY ... She has the claws and the cattitude to prove it... He has the super-powered strength and passion she fights, but needs... available from Liquid Silver Books ~ ~ ~

Second, the Prince of a Stallion

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Second, the Prince of a Stallion

Tangerine Carnal Dreams is the title of my second e-pubbed shapeshifter novella.
Actually, my heroine, Kattalonia, showed up first in my imagination and the story revolves around her. However, I had to create her a perfect mate, whether she believed it or not. She didn’t, I can tell you.
Katta’s hero had to be especially strong, boldly determined and unwilling to give up, a true match for her. She’s a kickassitude woman used to taking care of herself and dealing with intergalactic villains.
So, who better than a stallion shifter, a Prince of a Stallion, who has decided she is his one woman. Heck, Zio has already chased her around the galaxy when the story begins.


...a fire-shooting fierce woman...a shapeshifting prince of a stallion...and the tangerine aphrodisiac winds on a world far away...

Corporal Kattalonia is a galactic enforcer-agent for her home world. Her father has just been accused of treason. She chases after the villain in an old rickety craft. Recovering her father’s stolen data cube will exonerate him, and halt the sale of top level secrets. The trouble, the villain’s trail leads to Yemisque, a world of tangerine carnal dreams. Great place to hide out. Great place for the erotic adventures of your choice.

Prince Ziocese, Bad Boy Extraordinaire has discovered his one woman. She shoots fire from her palm and is not an equine shifter, a mate his royal parents won’t accept.. Renegade from his world, he still honors his sacred tradition, chasing her half-way across the galaxy. He will do anything to help her, to protect her. Whether she lets him or not. Trouble is he can’t catch her to prove himself. Or, to possess her with extreme pleasure.

Excerpt: From Chapter 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. 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, 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 Svelle of Windsworld, an interview once you land.”
The Adonis male beamed a sensual smile from her antiquated screen. Her breath caught in her chest. Just for a moment. His clear blue lake eyes transfixed her, tripped her heart beat. Just for a moment.
“Sure, Master of Security. Could use your assistance. And you’re not half-bad to gaze longingly upon. How’s the wife?”
“In rambunctious heat. I’m in carnal paradise. Still playing the ice spinster, Corporal?”
“Too much chasing the bad galactic guy. No time for rambunctious lusting. See ya on the ground, handsome.” Katta raised one brow. “No men hiding in the bushes, right? Ready to abscond with my unwilling body?”
Yemisque’s Master of Security merely fondled her with his smile, then blipped free of her screen.
Katta shook her head, then her entire body, freeing herself. His presence was all passion- encompassing. And a reminder she required a garment change to undercover gear.
“Trashy space babe coming up, or going down to...” Stretching, she slowly combed her fingers through her hair. “Oh, my goddess!” she whispered, an image of a male cock coming up, the idea of her going down on him. “I’m already ruined."

Tangerine kisses...

And may your most romantic dreams come true...

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Katta & Zio invite you to read their love story ~
TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS...a fire-shooting fierce woman...a shapeshifting prince of a stallion...and the tangerine aphrodisiac winds on a world far away...Available from Aspen Mountain Press ~ ~ ~

Intro ~ Savanna Kougar

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Intro ~ Savanna Kougar

Okay, animal shifter lovers, it’s time for an intro... which this Big Cat girl really doesn’t like doing... why? No tail-twitching clue... *languid shrug over the mystery*
So, here’s meowing at you... this is the intro on my Author’s page at Siren-BookStrand publishing.

Baby boomer and redhead, I've always danced to the beat of a different drum. I'm single and living on the tame cattle prairie of the Midwest with my beloved doggies. My interests are eclectic, and anything creative. And my imagination has always played a huge role in my life. Once, I lost my shoes when I was daydreaming ~ my second grade teacher decided I needed to learn a valuable lesson.
When I write, my imagination dwells in the mysteries, magic and mayhem of life and love. My romance stories also travel into the far reaches of space, time and other dimensions, where the past often meets the future. Think the Renaissance meets Buck Rogers. Think Romancing the Stone entwined with Stars Wars. Think extreme passion and the enchantment of love, cut with a fine erotic edge, like the finesse and fierceness of a blade during swordplay.
Most of all, as an author, I love my heroines and heroes. I love writing their stories, the various worlds they inhabit, and their adventures together.
Me as a blurb? Imagine a wild child of the sixties dancing as one with a silver screen' sex kitten. Imagine, if you will, a woman with a strange other-worldly fondness for words and pens, who is destined to write paranormal romances only for your personal pleasure.
Oh, by the way, I did graduate college with a B.A. in History, Summa Cum Laude, and I was one of the ten finalists in the American Title IV for my entry, Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis.

Purring and lounging... here’s an interview that’s also on my Author’s page ~

Author's Profile

Q: What are your favorite romance genres to write?

A: Anything and everything in paranormal, sci-fi, futuristic, fantasy, and magic with pre-history thrown in, especially Atlantis.

Q: How long have you been writing paranormal?

A: As I recall, it was about age sixteen, inspired by all the romance novels I'd read (that was the era of sweet, keep-the-bedroom-doors-closed romance). Also, inspired by War and Peace, and of course, by Dr. Zhivago (Omar Shariff – oh be still my beating heart!), I began writing about an alternative timeline in Russia, where the hero rescues the heroine after she escapes from her abductors. My heroine is in need of a bath, so the secluded ice-cold pool it is, before he takes her back to his grand estate, since he's been in love with her for a long time.

Q: Did you continue writing paranormal fiction during your college years?

A: I took the creative writing classes available. Since that was ages ago, there was no actual degree, and the classes were newly offered. But yes, I wrote a short story about the day Atlantis was destroyed, sinking beneath the ocean waves. In an advanced writing class, I wrote a short story about a white witch who casts a spell for her 'perfect man'. One of the media students wanted to use my story as his final exam project, which was to produce a cable TV video. Unfortunately, my story was labeled as 'having no socially redeeming value' by the supervising professor. Gee, come to think of it, there went my promising script-writing career.

Q: Since you were writing paranormal romance stories before they became a mainstream staple, when did you realize you might have a chance to be published?

A: My sister gave me a book by one of her favorite romance authors (and mine), Jayne Ann Krentz. It was Sweet Starfire, published in 1986 under her pen name, Jayne Castle. Not only did I thoroughly enjoy the story, I thought, My Gawd! I might actually have a shot at getting something published now.

Q: Do you have a favorite paranormal subgenre you prefer to write? Or is it a free for all?

A: With me, it's a free for all, definitely. I love combining various elements of all the paranormal subgenres, futuristic and magical, shape-shifting and sci-fi, the goddesses and gods of myth living in alternate timelines. If it's out there, I want to write it. Well, as long as it fits within the world I'm building for my heroine and hero.

Q: As a published author now, how did your career begin?

A: It was two almost simultaneous opportunities. Becoming a finalist in the American Title IV, the Romantic Times contest sponsored by Dorchester, for my entry, Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis. And! Signing my very first contract with Siren Publishing for All Shades of Blue Paradise [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book I].

Now you know too much about the Kougar cat... yowl-however if you’re intrepid enough to continue, these are my current titles ~

All Shades of Blue Paradise ~ the blue fantasy of world of Lady Sheridan and Baron Zaggry.
Red Lioness Tamed ~ the sci fi adventure of lioness shifter, Sun Rocket, and Captain Draxen Z.
When a Good Angel Falls ~ the 2012 endtimes story of the incarnated angel, Sedona, and her carnal cherub, Volcano.
Tangerine Carnal Dreams ~ the Otherworld suspense story and erotic romp of Corporal Katta and her shape-shifting stallion prince, Zio.
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ set in the year, 2051, on New Atlantis, this is a complex suspense story starring 100 year old, Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing and Fed Agent Zryphus Vasquoz, a Zerculeon.
Black Cat Beauty ~ the Halloween seductive tail of shifter, Sable Kiki, and rising movie superstar, Devon.
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ How many Superheroes does it take to satisfy SlashFlame Kitten, the one woman who dances like a fire goddess? Answer: the four Dark Valorous Brothers of Chrontropolis.

First, the Red Lioness

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

First, the Red Lioness

Meow-greetings, everyone. Since this is my very first bloggie with our brand spanking new... *and I’m certain some of our authors have sexy spanking scenes in their books*... purring-back on topic, my lovely kittens, I’ll begin with my very first e-published novella available from the wonderful Liquid Silver Books.
RED LIONESS TAMED is also my first shapeshifter story. True, I have tons o’ WIPs which features some form of shapeshifting, including a goddess who can transform into any animal she desires... but, tail-flicking I digress again... Sun Rocket Kahoqua, my heroine, has a human form, a cat-human form and she can shift into full lioness. Not to mention if she’s sexually aroused she shifts her into ‘gotta-mate’ catwoman form, as seen depicted on the cover art.
The cover art, by the exceptionally talented painter, David Burton, is a story unto itself, and was one of most fun parts in getting Red Lioness ready for publication. David spent a lot of time and energy painting my red lioness girl just right. She’s so perfect it’s as if she stepped out of my imagination and onto his paint brush. I get the happy shivers every time I look at my red lioness woman with her tassel tail.
This action, sci fi story of seduction in space was an absolute blast to write. Sun Rocket is a kickass, ball-busting, chase-down-the-bad-cats woman who suddenly finds herself trapped by the hero, Captain Draxen Z, a space-faring loner, who is all about protecting his homeworld.
Yowl-enough said... here’s the intro, blurb and an excerpt.

Intro ~

If yer partial to a futuristic adventurous romp of lust and love on the high celestial seas of space...if you have a yen for those cat shifter types, lament no longer...
And watch out if yer a bad kitty shifter roaming the galactic ports, there’s a kick-ass Lioness on your fleeing furry tail.
Year 3051, the Earth calendar used on Terra-Mars, a terra-formed moon orbiting Mars, the home world of ‘Sun Rocket’ Kahoqua of the Windgrass Clan.

Blurb ~

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.

Chapter One excerpt:

"Frax! My brain feels like it’s been spun out of cobwebs," Sun Rocket muttered. She squeezed her eyelids open and shut several times, shifting slightly on the hard metallic surface. Expelling a breath, she attempted to open her eyes. "Frax it to the sun! More cobwebs," she angrily complained.

Pressing her hand over her eyes, she sniffed carefully. Sterile, her surroundings, except for harmless micro dust--except for her--about half a day away from a bath or a good tongue licking. Experimentally she shoved with her foot. Half her usual body weight. She was probably inside some cargo hold, orbiting or...

Sun Rocket shot up to a sitting position. Her head spun at some undefined warp speed. Blinking rapidly, she forced one eye to remain open, seeing ubiquitous gray cargo containers randomly stacked around her. "How the friggin’ frax...?"
She fought to stand upright, assisted by the lessened gravity, and crashed into a tall stack of empty containers. Stumbling into more containers, she kicked at them, managing to knock them out of her way while her head whirled like a new-forming galaxy.

"Not like there’s going to be a port window in here," she muttered derisively. Both eyes open now, she watched the wall circle before her impaired vision like a dimensional portal.

Steadier and steadier on her feet, her brain cobwebs clearing, she automatically reached for her left flank phase pistol. Gone! "Dang the villain! Of course!" she reminded herself. All her weapons would have been stripped during transport into the cargo hold by the beam.

What cargo hold?

Frustrated, wild, she lashed out at the nearest containers with her combat-trained feet--scattering them, semi-floating them away from her. Spying a dark, glass-looking monitor at the top of thehold, Sun Rocket shoved the nearest containers beneath it. Rapidly she threw containers together like a tower. Heedlessly she leapt up the huge makeshift steps, leaned her palms against the wall. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to examine the convex reddish monitor--not a type she knew.
"Get down from there!" a highly irritated male voice commanded in third galactic vernacular.

Wobbling precariously, Sun Rocket knelt on one knee. "Not like I can’t land on my feet like a cat," she murmured, amused for an instant. Gazing down toward the voice’s origin, she saw the fierce male’s flowing locks, well past his shoulders--dark red amber. The humanoid-appearing male glared up at her, hands planted on his hips like a holo-romance buccaneer. From her view, the rest of him could be compared favorably to a lean, yet beautifully muscled hero. Even his garments--a style unknown to her in her far-flung galactic travels tracking down, taking in or eliminating cat shifters who had gone bad--even his garments were reminiscent of swashbuckling ancient Earth.

"Who are you?" she called down to him, resting on her haunches. It was her good luck moon, she was still in human form. Not every galactic race "appreciated" feline shifters. To put it tuna-fish mildly.

"This is my vessel. Get down now!"

Sun Rocket was surprised smoke didn’t billow forth from his ears and his mouth. If he’d been a dragon shifter--well, she could be coughing out lungfuls of nasty smoke.

"You failed to answer my question," she flung down to him, tensed herself to do battle.
Ominously he pressed his belt, eliminating the gravity field. Her tower of containers floated, as she now floated, helpless. The next moment she fell downward, the gravity restored. Forcing herself not to shift, and land on her four cat paws, Sun Rocket twisted to land in a roll.

For the entire first chapter ~ RED LIONESS TAMED.

Have a Merry Month of May
And may your most romantic dreams come true...

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
Sun Rocket & Captain Draxen Z invite you to read their love story ~
RED LIONESS TAMED ~ Lioness shifter lost in space with a loner captain who will do anything to keep her, even seduction by leather ~ *5 Flowers* from Book Cravers ~ Available from Liquid Silver Books, Molten Silver ~ ~ a spicy sci fi ~ ~