Friday, August 1, 2014

Do A Little Dance...

Typically, I don't search out gif's that move, but this one fits Greely to a tee.  Darling Diva loved this movie, Monsters Inc., with the repetitive nature known mostly by the under six crowed and giggled her head off when the little girl did her dance.  Heck, so did Alpha Hubby and I.


“Ohmygod, civilization…lights, heat and indoor freaking plumbing!  Put me down, Erol.  Please.”

Erol bent over and set his treasure on her feet and grimaced.  Not because her insubstantial weight caused him any pain, but rather her obvious glee at being surrounded by the loud garishness of this sin city.

“Oh oh, shoot, pick me up Erol, pick me up.”

The urgency in his Fair One’s voice put him on instant alert as he swept her up in his protective embrace and spun around looking for the source of her fear.

“Gree,” the camel gasped as she grabbed his arm to hold him still. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“I-I can’t walk.”

Her whisper made him want to shift and fly her away from everything she feared or could cause her harm.  It was only the knowledge that shifting in such a public place would cause them all more trouble than necessary that made him wait for an explanation from his lady love.  “What do you fear, Fair One?”

“I have to pe…” 

The mumbled words were spoken into his throat and sounded more like mar har ooo prea.  He still had no idea what was causing her panic and to add another layer to this frustrating game, her humpback friend was laughing her fool head off, seconds from rolling around on the ground.  “What is so funny, camel?!”

“Oh, oh Gree, we did make that cactus stop you know.  You could have taken care of things then…”

“That was outside, Karma, I don’t do that outside!”

“Even in your froggy form?” The camel covered her mouth with her hand and giggled again.  Her mirth obvious in the tears tracking her cheeks.

“That is different!”

“How?  I mean, it all comes out about the same way, Gree.”

“Animals just do that outside and I’m closer to the ground.  Plus, I don’t need TP,” she whispered, behind her hand, “in that form.”

Erol grinned.  He was starting to get a picture of his loves problem.  It was the same issue she’d faced when they traveled to his grotto in Talbot’s Peaks hidden ocean.  She had yet to become comfortable easing her bladder in the water or anywhere without a water closet, or bathroom, he remembered them saying in this century. “Lead the way to the abode you wish us to stay in, Humpback.  Quickly.”

“Okay then.  Cross those legs, Princess can’t pee outside, ‘cause here we go.”

Erol followed the camel even as he whispered into Greely’s ear.  “Never fear, my love, your shy bladder is something we can overcome.  It just takes practice.”


Once again she tucked her face into his neck and spoke, but he got the gist of it this time and couldn’t resist teasing her just a bit more.  “Lots and lots of practice.”

Huh, so today's blog is brought to you by the letter P and jumped from my brain to the page just this morning in the span of about an hour.  I'd been trying to decide what to write all week and nothing quite fit into this trio's trip until Greely was jumping up and down inside my head, happy to have finally reached the city proper.  I guess that jumping up and down is better know as doing the peepee dance.  LOL  What my characters don't give me to work with some days...

Have a great weekend!

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Not My Fault. This Time...

Sorry about the late post. I honestly forgot it was Wednesday. It's extra sad since I wrote this post over the weekend; I just forgot to post it. Anywho, here you go. Enjoy!


* * * * *

The tick-tock of the grandfather clock echoed through the office, underscoring just how quiet it was. Marissa fought the urge to squirm under Gil's penetrating gaze. For a herbie, he was remarkably good at delivering a preditor's stare. She managed not to fidget but she couldn't stop herself from mentally reviewing everything she'd said or done, every spell she'd cast and every curse she'd muttered and every order she'd filled, over the last month. She was sure she had done nothing to earn being called on the carpet. This time.

This wasn't the first time the mayor of Talbot's Peak had summoned her for a reckoning. The last time, it was because she'd accidentally cursed every ass-wipe in town, turning them into horses asses. That one had affected even some local humans. But she'd earned that butt-chewing.

"Did you need something?" she finally asked. It was a mistake, she knew. Gil's MO was to stare people down until they spoke first, usually so unnerved that they accidentally confessed. She wasn't overtly worried; she'd done nothing wrong this time. Not that she knew of, anyway.

"Can you tell me why I knew nothing of the mad scientist parked right outside of town, conducting foul experiments on people?" Gil said, sounding quite casual for a Jersy native. Marissa bit back her knee jerk response. No, sir, Mr. Mayor, sir. Not my job to do your job. She shook her head insteadan you have no idea why I'd want to know there was a madman conduction magical--"

"It wasn't magic," she cut in quickly. Now she knew what was up. Morlaxian had set up shop right under the shape shifters' noses and had turned the mini put-put golf place into his private mutant creature lab.

"Not magic, you say," he said, his eyes narrowing with disbelief. Marissa ignored the insinuation that she'd somehow been responsible.

"Nope," she confirmed. "Morlaxion is a mad scientist, not a mad warlock. He used DNA to conduct his experiments, which is based in science, not magic."

"Surely there was some... unusual taint to the local earth magic because of all the despoiling of natural life."

"Nope," Marissa said decicively. "The earth spirit of the vally doesn't consider Morlaxion's perversions to be abominations, so she didn't signal any distress that a practitioner would hear. To be honest, TP kind of likes some of his twisted children."

"What? Why? How?" He exclaimed. Marissa shrugged.

"He didn't have to use magic to force the change. He did it strictly using natural, if unethical, processes. Earth spirits done give a damn about human morality, only environmental balance. There's a lot of positive energy here, so he'd have to do something really bad to catch her attention," Marissa said quietly.

"Ah," Gil said as he nodded his head to indicate his understanding. "What you're saying--or rather not saying--is that he was good with the land and wasn't putting anything too gruesome so the spirit just didn't care what he was up to."

Marissa nodded once. "The hellephant is pretty gruesome by our standards, but TP just was more interesting animals being introduced to its ecosystem. No magic use equals nothing for witches like me to detect."

Not my fault at all, she thought darkly. This time, anyway..

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

"We're in the paranormal news again."

Pic from

End of July howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Okay, for a change of pace, here's a flash scene that was inspired by a Coast to Coast am radio show. JC Johnson, the crypto-hunter guest, spoke about several mini t-rex sightings.  Yes, apparently the killer dinos are still out and about on rare occasions.

Bigfoot & Southwest Cryptids
Date: 07-25-14
Host: Dave Schrader
Guests: JC Johnson, Open Lines Dave Schrader (email) was joined by cryptozoologist JC Johnson (, who shared his research and experiences with cryptids in the Southwest US.


"We're in the paranormal news again."

"Allis," Ralff roared from his overstuffed with gravel, hide-covered lounge chair. "We're in the paranormal news again."

"You're not listening to that silly radio show again, are ya?" Allis called from their meat-roasting den. The always-delicious smell of smoking elk wafted inward, almost done elk. Ralff salivated. "They always get it wrong," his mate added.

Ralff harumphed a laugh. "We're being called a 'mini T-Rex' species."

"I resent that remark," Allis hollered. "My girth is quite substantial."

"Substantial and bee-u-tiful," Ralff sexily earth-quaked his voice. Just the thought of Allis's shimmering green-gray hide, her large healthy girth, had his breeder swelling to uncomfortable proportions.

"Oh, Ralff..." his mate crooned. "You're just hungry."

"Hungry for you, lovely lump-o-saurus."

"Dinner is about ready," Allis countered, but Ralff heard the desire in her dulcet gravelly tones. "Were these recent 'mini T-Rex' sightings? I'm always telling the family and friends to sniff for humans."

"Don't recall. But recent enough that the believers will be on the hunt for us."

"Aren't they always? Good thing some of them end up in the human looney bin. Less of a mess if we have to deal with them. And they're not even tasty. Not even turned on a spit, and slowly cooked for hours."

"One reason I listen to the cryptid shows, my sharp-toothed darling. Gotta know what the smooth skins are up to. Plus, ya gotta admit humans are an entertaining species."

"Especially when they're skulking about as if we can't detect their presence." Allis boomed a chuckle. 

"Come to think of know I don't remember well when I'm on the hunt... so don't give me claw treatment, love tail... but my brother told me when me met at the watering hole, he'd seen a bounty poster just the other day, offering a thousand dollars for another T-Rex sighting." 

"Yeah? Who do you think they saw this time?"

"Could have been Screwy the limited description on the poster. You know, he's famous for playing what he calls practical jokes on the smooth skins... and every animal species, for that matter. Not much of a hunter. But he sure can scare dinner into leaping off the nearest cliff. Why his relatives keep him around, I suspect."

"As long as we're considered extinct, Screwy Huey is probably safe from being shipped off to the Arctic, and frozen."

"Or burned to bone and ash, then buried. Like he went extinct." Ralff rolled his great dinosaur bulk to settle himself, and lazily rearranged his tail so the spikes couldn't trip Allis when she brought dinner in.

He'd learned his lesson early in their marriage.

Proudly rolling in the enormous cart loaded with roasted bear, Allis had caught her clawed foot underneath the weight of his tail. Everything had gone flying. Allis inches above the stone floor, then headfirst into the cart. Their dinner catapulted over Ralff, smacking into the new wall sconces -- wedding gifts from Allis's parents.

After his initial shock, Ralff had thundered with laughter while helping Allis to her feet. She'd given him the "I'm hurt" look, followed by the female dino glare, complete with a show of teeth. She'd jerked her slim clawed hand from his, said nothing, and tromped to their marital sleeping area. So hard, the cave rattled around Ralff, and he wondered if it registered on the Richter scale.

When their rock-carved furnishings vibrated his legs from being shoved about, Ralff had peeked around the cave's curving wall. Allis barricaded the opening into their private chamber. Despite his pleading, she hadn't relented. That left both the hunting and cooking duties up to him for three whole days.

Given he was a Godzilla klutz at cooking, they'd dined on burnt, half-raw bloody carcasses.  Instead of Allis's fine, perfectly roasted cuisine with herbs.

Hearing his Allis load up the cart, Ralff's stomach ripped forth a sound that shook the rock walls.

"Dinner is about to be served," Allis cheerily grunted in their T-Rex language.

Ralff straightened, and with a swipe of his claw, he switched off the e-device he'd traded for at a local dino swap meet. The rest of the paranormal radio show he'd downloaded from a mountain crevice located near a small town, would have to wait.

Allis preferred listening to heavy metal music when they tore into their meal. Ralff had to give it to the human race, as far as music was concerned. Not like he and his T-Rex kind were built to play instruments.

Now stamping the ground like a drum, and shaking piles of rocks to varied beats with his friends, that did satisfy the primitive side of him. Ralff grinned, sliding his lips over his rows of pointed teeth. But for a good dining experience -- he touched on the disc player. Usually Allis turned it on, given her touch was a bit more delicate, and they'd already accidentally crushed several.

The clanging-banging, high voltage music blasted around Ralff, and bounced off the rock walls. He thumped a foot, adding to the overall din.

As she entered, pushing the stone cart set on smoothly carved wheels, Allis gave him an appreciative grin. Ralff loved her smile, and he did whatever he could to keep his mate smiling at him.

With the roll of one eye, Ralff checked his tail just to make certain it remained out of the way. He was feeling real humping frisky, and once they finished dinner...

"To the moon. Later." Allis ducked her head, giving him a flirty knowing look.

"Pow! To the moon, Allis," Ralff thundered in his dino croon, playing off the old black and white TV program, "The Honeymooners".

"Oh Ralff, I love it when you do your imitation of Ralph Kramden." His lovely Allis shouted above the thrashing-screaming heavy metal. She placed the cart between them, and quickly plopped down on her cushy, hide-covered stool.

The chomping and devouring began...


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ...


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Monday, July 28, 2014

Go Fish

Following the Hellephant’s progress wasn’t a problem. The once-human creature fed as it went, ripping branches from trees and huge swaths of grass from any meadow it passed. This resulted in large piles of natural “breadcrumbs” left in its wake. Deuce, behind the wheel, swerved around one and rolled up his window. “He does like grass,” he remarked. He glanced over at Ewan. “You sure you wouldn’t rather have grabbed a gun?”

“This’ll work.” Ewan was fitting his weapon together—no easy task, as its larger piece was ten feet long and stuck out the passenger-side window. It made stringing the line somewhat difficult. “It’ll get me on top of him. After that I can wing it.”

“I know you’re a coyote and all, but … a fishing rod?”

“Surf rod,” Ewan corrected. “I grew up using these, back in New Jersey. You can reel in a two-hundred-pound marlin or a shark with one of these babies. Hey, if they’d had a grappling hook I’d have taken it. It’s all about the improv. Any word from Dante?”

“Last time I talked to him, he was making a stand at Schitt Creek. He’ll hold off as long as he can, so you can get Maureen. That means we—there he is!”

Ewan shot a look out the windshield. The broad, brownish-blond line of the mammoth’s back towered above the treeline. Deuce floored it.

The car shot around a curve, right into a pile of poop. The engine ground and shut off.

Deuce worked the windshield wipers, and got only a field of streaky brown. “Dante’s gonna have a goat,” he said.

Ewan, rod in hand, was already climbing out of the car. If anything, Freddyphant had picked up speed. Maybe whatever human memory was left to him recognized the road to Talbot’s Peak. He’d come here to kill shifters, and now he had enough natural power to do some serious damage. No wonder he was eager.

“Get his attention,” he ordered Deuce. “Stall him. Then run and catch up with Dante. I’ll take it from there.”

“Yessir, boss.” Deuce dumped his clothes and shifted. His gray wolf form raced after the motoring Hellephant.

Ewan made a couple test casts to get the feel of the rod and make sure all the parts were working properly. If he could pull this off, what a tale he and Maureen would have to tell their grandkids. “Lord of the Rings,” he murmured, “meet Jaws.” He dashed up the road.

# # #

Deuce did his bit, as well as he was able without getting tromped. He didn’t exactly stop the beast, but he slowed it enough for Ewan to catch up. Then he whirled and ducked into the safety of the forest lining the highway. The Hellephant bellowed its rage. It seemed unaware of the second peril creeping up behind it.

Here goes nothing, Ewan thought, and cast.

The heavy hook snagged in Freddyphant’s shaggy coat, high up on its side. Before Ewan could give it a test tug the Hellephant tugged first, with a long stride back on its course. Ewan was yanked off his feet. He stumble-ran-got-dragged several feet before he could reel himself up. The braided line could hold several hundred pounds of fighting fish; it should be able to handle his one-eighty long enough for him to grab a handhold of mammoth pelt. It was the hook that scared him. If it tore loose—

The hook held. Ewan had one iffy moment when a treetrunk leg swung back at him. He kicked off it and upward and landed near Freddyphant’s underbelly. By the time the hook finally ripped free Ewan was scrambling hand-over-hand up the mammoth’s side. He reached the top, reeled in his line, and took a look around.

The first thing he saw was Maureen. She was clutched beneath the arm of a seven-foot mutant werewolf. The werewolf held onto the swaying pachyderm with its foot-claws and steered it by tugs on its ears. It didn’t appear aware of Ewan’s arrival. Maureen spotted him and clapped her hands over her mouth so she wouldn’t cry out and betray him.

Something must have, though, because the werewolf suddenly turned. Its muzzle wrinkled back from a set of teeth that put a shark’s to shame. It dumped Maureen on the mammoth’s head and charged.

Ewan swung the pole. The werewolf swatted it aside. Three feet of pole snapped off and tumbled to the ground, trailing line. Ewan dodged the werewolf’s lunge and reversed the pole in his hands. He brought the heavy grip end up between the werewolf’s legs. The big reel landed exactly where he aimed it.

Well, howzabout that. Mutant werewolves could yodel.

The beast crumpled, clutching at its groin. Its feet lost their grip on the Hellephant’s pelt. The werewolf slipped and fell over the side.

Ewan darted along the mammoth’s spine and peered down at its flank. No clinging mutant werewolf. If Mutie had hit the ground and survived, he wouldn’t be in any shape to tag along.

Then Ewan’s arms were full of hot, frightened woman. A she-wolf’s hiked scent hit his nose and a tongue crammed into his mouth. Ewan crushed his mate against him and kissed her hard while maintaining both their balances on the back of the swaying mammoth. No easy feat, but coyotes are nothing if not adaptable.

At last he could see her tits. They were everything he’d dreamed they’d be.

Finally they broke apart. Ewan grinned down at her. “You are one tough gal to land a date with.”

“You’re deranged.” Her laugh had only a little hysteria in it. Commendable, given the circumstances. “That wolf thing—he used to be Pete. This—this is Atcheson. Pete told me. They're going to destroy Talbot’s Peak.”

“He’s got a long way to go and quite a few tough characters to get through before that happens. Be nice if we could stop him. You know how to drive this thing?”

She shook her head. “Pete was controlling him, but it was getting harder. I could tell. Atcheson always was a contrary bas—”

The mammoth lurched. Both Ewan and Maureen fell atop its spine. Ewan dumped the rod and grabbed Maureen in one hand and a hunk of thick hair in the other. Freddyphant, it seemed, had finally realized there was no one at the wheel.

Ewan tried to get up. The mammoth’s trunk curled back and quested about for a target. Maureen yanked him back down right before the trunk smacked him. The mammoth trumpeted.

“New plan,” Ewan said. “Here’s where we get off. Wrap your arms around my neck and hang on.”

Maureen clamped her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. Just in time. Freddyphant suddenly reared up. His back rose at a steep vertical angle. Ewan slid the length of the mammoth’s spine. He managed to snag hold of its lupine tail. They swung there while Ewan scanned the ground for a spot less hard and rocky than the rest.

There. He swung out and let go. They landed dead center in the chosen spot and sank. It wasn’t ground. It was soft and grainy and filled with bits of grass and leaves and stank like a son of a hound. Maureen shook clods of it off her hands and wiped smears of it off her glasses. “Shit!”

“Pretty much,” Ewan said. “Beats broken bones, though not by much. You okay?”

“I will be, after a week-long shower.” She leaned through the crap cushion to press against him. They held each other close. Freddy was already nearly a mile up the road, still stubbornly on course for Talbot’s Peak.


“Yeah, babe?”

“Are you going to take your hand off my boob?”

“Not in this lifetime.”

“You damn well better not.” She grabbed him by his hair and crushed her mouth to his.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

SNEAK PEEK SUNDAY: Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys ~ Chapter Twenty-five

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys 

Note: Dontoya must retrieve a special ring for Sherilyn to help protect her from her enemies. The ring is part of his family's ancient heritage, and has been kept inside  his clan's hidden section of the Grand Canyon caves. However, his enemies lurk within...


First SIX paragraphs from ~

Chapter Twenty-five:
Naked except for his traditional loincloth...

Naked except for his traditional loincloth, and a simple headband, Dontoya sat cross-legged near the cave's small entrance. Deep in prayer, he once again thanked Rabbit Spirit for the sacrifice that now filled his belly. He'd needed the nourishment after traveling as cougar deep inside enemy territory. 

For the sake of speed, Dontoya had entered a cave system not far from Talbot's Peak, jumping aboard one of his uncle's underground bullet trains. This hidden method of travel was preferred by many supernaturals, and those in the know, for obvious reasons. 

Given this was a luxury tour of the prehistoric rock strata, the tunnel train slowed and snaked along the Grand Canyon's northern rim. Dontoya exited during a scheduled stop, and as fast as possible left his clothing inside his uncle's generously sized locker. 

That is, except for a saddle blanket he used to wrap around himself. Dontoya secured the pack harness he and Zance had designed to carry his garments, weapons, and supplies--when in his cougar form. 

He surfaced through the natural rock archway, and halting, shapeshifted in the shadows. Dontoya stretched as he took a mental survey of himself. 

With his instincts on high alert, he sniffed and gazed at the rugged sunlit desertscape. In these times, large areas of the Grand Canyon were denied to the public, and patrolled by the above-top-secret army. 

For more Sunday Sneak Peaks
Blurb & Excerpts for HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS are on my page above.   
Wishing you shapeshifting cowboy love on the wild side... 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ 

Amongst the Chaos: The In-Laws Arrive!

Gill tossed the ledger down on the desk.  “Three hundred dollars to get your grandfather unstuck, Chloe.  Is he some kind of daredevil?  I mean how many times can you shinny down a chimney and morph when the moon is out of sight?”

Rachel smiled as she laid more papers on the desk.  “Lunch time boss man.  Be back in an hour.”

Gill glanced at his watch, opened his mouth to speak, and all he saw was the hind quarters of Rachel as she trotted out the office door.  He suspected she ran to keep out of what might become his and Chloe’s first marital spat.  “Great, half the day spent paying the bills your family ran up so far.  How about we go to Rattigan’s and see what Louie’s got on special?” 

Had Chloe paled again?  That was the second time today she’d blanched at the mention of food.  Her consumption the last couple of weeks didn’t compare to her normal intake.  She’d even slept in several mornings missing her work out with Rachel and Tyburn.

“I need to use the bathroom.  I’ll be back in a moment.”  Chloe gripped the arms of the chair she sat in for quite a few minutes.  She slowly rose, looking down as she did.  Gill glanced at the sheet on top of the latest stack of bills Rachel laid on his desk. Oh, double crap!  In-laws and relatives oh my deities!

“Chloe, we need to talk. . .”  His words trailed off as he watched Chloe rush out of his office.  Great, first Rachel and now his bride.
Gill sighed and leafed through the other papers in the stack.  Cuss words flowed in squirrel chirps and human verbals.  Picking up the ledger and pen, he started figuring what the Peak could afford if Chloe’s family stayed much longer.  Another bill for her grandfather--$300.  The tooth marks on the oak pews of the century old church next door--$500.  God what had gotten into her three year old nephew?  And then there was her cousin who thought gnawing on the wooden pillars on city hall’s protocol was the right thing to do. The bill for that hadn’t come in yet.

The click of the door opening broke through his growing cloud of frustration and annoyance.  A very pale Chloe slowly walked into the room.  Her eyes darted left and right, meeting his for less than thirty seconds.  She dropped back into the chair she occupied earlier. 

Gill rose, closing the space between them quickly.  Was she ill? Another issue with her family she didn’t know how to tell him about?  He squatted next to the chair.  Taking the hand closest to him, he spoke.  “Love, what’s wrong?”

Chloe kept her gaze adverted.  Gill swallowed.  Something bothered her.  He cupped her chin and tilted her head back.  “Talk to me please.  I’m here no matter what.”

Chloe licked her lips, looked up and spoke.  “I think I’m pregnant.”


Happy weekend Gang!

Wow, Chloe pregnant?  Mayor Gill a dad?  And there's Chloe's screwball family.  How long are they going to hang around?

The Spice Homestead is getting back on our feet.  As this weather decides to level out may you all find time to relax and come together in harmony and joy with your family as you vacation. 

 Remember to share a few good books with your loves and spice.  I know I will!

Until next week,