Friday, October 30, 2009

What Were Your Most Memorable Halloween Costumes?



Here we are, the day before Halloween and like most years, I'm down to the wire. I'm creative with many things, but two big things totally elude me, cooking and sewing. I was one of the lucky girls in my school days and was able to take shop than home economics, if I so chose. Which I did, readily. I wanted to weld and build things, not cook and sew. I loved creating art out of metal and wood, but now I wonder if I did myself a disservice by not trying both.

My darling diva is nine, and is very much interested in learning to sew her own clothes and cook and bake and all the things I struggle with. I'd send her to grandma, but she knows less than I do about it. I'm going to have to learn, perhaps DD and I can do it together...

Anyway, I got to thinking about Halloween costumes as I sit here looking at the huge tear in the costume we got DD this year. The tear in on the seam, an easy fix or so I'm told, but the sparkly witch costume got me thinking about all the things I wanted to go as for Halloween and what I really went as most years. Here's just a sample of the dialogue from Halloween's past...

Little Serena - "Mom, can I be a princess for Halloween? Sleeping beauty or Cinderella?

Mom - "No, but I have an even better costume for you..."

Little Serena - "Can I be Tinker bell for Halloween this year?"

Mom - "Have I got a surprise for you!"..."

LOL...You get the picture, right. I hated it as a kid, but you know I understand it as an adult. The hobo, what an easy and cheap costume...colored bandanna and a stick, ratty shirt and pants then burn the old wine cork for facial smudges and wa la, you are done.

Every year until I was old enough to put together my own costume, I was a hobo. So what ended up being my favorite one, well probably the year I dressed up as a flower child(not a far stretch for me I assure you) I had a beautiful flowery shirt, a puffy checked skirt and little white daisy's strung through my hair...It was wonderful.

What about you, what tops your favorite Halloween costume and which one could you have done without.

Have a safe and fun Halloween everyone!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Hallloween is Near ~ What Scares Your Shifters?


The Trickster ~ http://doublejayvisions.com ~

WHAT SCARES YOUR SHIFTERS?

By Pat Cunningham


With Halloween approaching, the question arises: mere mortals quake at the thought of the supernatural, but what do supernatural beings fear (other than Buffy and the Winchester boys)? Let’s ask …

VAMPIRE – Well, that’s a no-brainer. Sunlight. Crosses, garlic, holy water, even stakes, we can deal with that. You can come back from those. Sunlight, though, that’s pretty final. It’s like that line from Terminator 2: you get caught out after dawn, and anybody not wearing two million sunblock is gonna have a really bad day. We can move around when it’s cloudy, but that’s chancy. If you’re a weatherman, you’d better get the forecast right or we’re coming after you. Well, those of us who are left.

WOLF – Our biggest fear has to be the safety of the pack. Guns, diseases, threats from humans, protecting your mate, challenges from other wolves – we worry constantly. Look at me, I’m shedding just thinking about it. My personal fear is leg traps. My uncle lost a hand in one. When I go to a park or the State Game Lands, I stay on the paths. Better safe than sorry.

CAT – Werewolves, the big bullies. They’re always chasing me. I end up climbing a tree, which is a mistake because I’m afraid of heights and I always get stuck on a branch. One time I was so scared I shifted up there. There I was, stark naked, stuck in a tree and crying my eyes out, all because of some nasty wolf. What? Oh, the fire department got me down. Six companies showed up. They were all so nice about it. And cute. I like firemen.

HORSE – Spurs. Spurs and bits. I don’t go in for pain. Some of us are into the whole S&M scene – saddles, whips, reins, tight cinches – but not me. I don’t ride that trail. I like a rider with a good seat and a firm hand who’ll give me a rubdown afterwards. Now that’s heaven.

JAGUAR – What do we fear? Pah! We are jaguars. We fear nothing. We are kings of the jungle. I will admit to some unease regarding snakes. The way they slither, that legless undulation, it is – creepy? Yes, that is the word. But fear, no. We need fear nothing with these claws. Ah, little gatita, I see you admiring my claws. Come here, come sit beside me. I will drive the big bad wolves away. You like the firemen? Smile, and I will be on fire for you. You make such a lovely purr.

COYOTE – I was dating this girl, another coyote, she knew positions even I never heard of, but anyway, everything was cool until one day she starts using words like “marriage” and “puppies” and telling me I should get a job. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Scariest thing that ever happened to me.

GIRAFFE – Power lines. You can get tangled up in those buggers for days.

So, what are your shifters afraid of? Let’s hear from them.
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COYOTE MOON

Blurb ~

It's that time of the month -- the full moon -- when Willy Alvarez's moods go wonky and her dreams fill up with wolves. A time for hungers she doesn't dare fulfill because they lead to violence. She's resigned herself to a manless life, then Cody Gray arrives.

Cody is cute, funny, charming, and a werecoyote. His nose knows what Willy doesn't: she's half werewolf. He's convinced this repressed half-human she-wolf is his perfect mate. Now he just has to convince her. And quick, because her long-lost pack has learned about her existence, and they've come to town to claim her...
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COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham at ~ http://bookstrand.com/product-coyotemoon-14959-330.html ~ Pat’s book has received several top reviews.
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Favorite Halloween Movies


Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays, the one time I break down and allow myself a scary movie.





I’m a chicken at heart, and even the PG rated movies have been know to send me to the edge of my seat, fingers woven together in front of my eyes to afford only the tiniest peep holes. When I was a child, I tried to rationalize with myself as I lay trembling in bed, unable to sleep for fear of closing my eyes. You weren’t afraid of Michael Meyer last night... I could not convince myself. For years I slept on my back with my head turned to the left because I was afraid to turn my back to the edge of the bed. I kid you not.

Even to this day I hate when my husband goes on a trip because I hate sleeping alone. One of the best things about being married is not having to sleep alone (for so many reasons- heh heh)


So Halloween has become the only time of year I allow myself a scary movie.  We’ve got a few days before we have to make our Netflix selection for our Halloween night’s entertainment, so I’m asking for suggestions. What’s your favorite Halloween movie? And don’t even bother telling me to rent Saw, or Hostel, or any other mutilator flicks because to me, those aren’t Halloween movies. One of my all time favorites is The Corpse Bride, but I just saw that on Sunday, so I need your suggestions.




Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Sable's Halloween Adventure and The Graveyard Dagger

First ~ From the Halloween Adventures of Black Cat Beauty

Relishing the chance to be in her black cat form, Sable crouched low on her belly, the wet cool leaves of autumn barely noticed. Pricking her ears she listened to the hayride wagon’s approach. She ignored the piercing rumble of the tractor engine, concentrating on the one wheel that softly creaked.
Anticipation and impatience twitched the tip of her tail. If she timed it just right, the fun would be Halloween spooky and cat-tastic Twilight now crept over the farm fields, and, already several of the teenagers sexually giggled. Many of them rubbed against each other, exploring.
Sable feline smiled, then crouched lower, preparing to spring like a demon. Instead of listening, she focused on the rolling vibration of the wagon and the mice smells embedded in the lovely fragrance of the hay. Once the wagon came into sight, she followed the spin of spokes. Tightening her sleek muscles, she waited until the edge of the second wheel appeared.
Sable launched above the wagon. Lengthening her body in mid-flight, she unsheathed her claws for effect and loosed a yowling shriek. One girl screamed bloody murder as Sable lightly landed on a pile of hay.
Immediately, she dashed like a feral black cat around the group of teenagers, scrabbling intentionally over their laps and legs. They froze or jumped in terror. Shrill yelps split the air and the wagon halted with a big jerk.
Zigzagging madly between the freaked out teens, Sable nimbly avoided their panicked swats and frantic kicks. For more cat grins, she seized opportunity, leaping toward the man driving the tractor.
His eyes widened, looking like twin moons. “What the hell –“
With a plop, Sable landed on top of his wide-brimmed straw hat. Sinking her claws in, she clung for a few moments while he wildly grabbed for her snaking black tail.
Satisfied to her feline core, Sable balanced herself long enough to leap and sail to the safety of a low-hanging limb. Settling herself on a wide branch, she watched the human show below.
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Kharmen has been Sable’s friend ever since they met at one of the first Renaissance Festivals. Kharmen invited her to come dance during a late-night gathering of her kinsman at the gypsy encampment they’d setup for the festival.
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The Graveyard Dagger ~

The dagger, I must find my family’s ancient dagger or watch everyone I care for perish, die gruesomely at the hands of an old, human-like breed recently loosed from their containment in a deep underground cavern. To live, these creatures with pearl-pale skin tinted by gray, with eyes that can glow blood-red, feed on the blood of my kinsmen. No, not with fangs like a vampire. They slice open a vein and drink greedily from the scarlet fountain or let it fill their strange ornate chalices.
How do I know this? I’m a Seer. I watched it happen in my visions while I silently screamed in horror. Days later, the bodies of the victims were found, drained of all blood. They were my relatives across the pond, who live on the Emerald Ilse.
Buffeting winds knife through me and I clutch my coat tighter as I walk quickly up the long rise of ground. With winter around the corner, the grass has browned in our family’s graveyard, begun in 1801 when we moved to Kentucky.
Swiftly, the mist of our spell swirls around me like haunting apparitions, then reveals what has been kept hidden from the rest of the world. Not only the few graves of my ancestors, but the immense stone vault I must enter in search of the dagger. No, it won’t be so easy as prying open the door. I must summon a power I have never used before.
At a sound, like the scrape of a boot, I whirl. The wind slaps strands of my long hair across my face. I’ve kept it loose, free from any restraint because it increases the strength of my supernatural abilities, so little used in these modern times.
The inane urge to shout ‘who goes there’ purses my mouth as a dark form takes shape and moves toward me. Soon, I see the gait of a man, a tall imposing figure.
Damn, I know him. I shudder inside, then seethe with utter rage, the red boil of my blood before my eyes. His betrayal rises up my throat like bile. I want to scream above the loud moans of the wind, shriek as crazily as a hoyden at him. I want to hurl the largest stone I can find and lift.
“Kharmen.” His voice is like thick smoke and already it spirals through me, a carnal sorcery. “You need me.”
“I never needed you.” Refusing to gaze at him fully, I spin around. “Go away. I don’t want to waste my energies getting rid of you!”
Somehow, he captures my hand from behind, a gentle grasp only. He knows my power if he pushes me beyond reason.
“You need me,” he repeats. “I will add to your magick, as it was before.”
‘As it was before’, his words cut worse than any dagger stabbing into my flesh over and over. Yet, to the truth, he is correct.
“Stand beside me,” I order, then extend my arm toward the vault door. We twine hands in a knot of power. I aim my finger and ‘see’ the dark violet streams strike the copper circlet before they actually burst forth.
As I envision it, so it now occurs. The bolts of violet light explode against the copper and spark magnificently. Suddenly, the vault door blows open, as if sucked free by a tornado.
We enter quickly, our hands still locked. There’s only so much time before it will close again. I wave my palm creating a soft illumination. In my mind’s eye I focus on the appearance of the dagger, knowing that will lead me to it’s location.
“Here!” I pull him toward the ruby-encrusted slender case that sits by itself on top of one altar.
“No!” He hauls me back against his brawny chest, so familiar I heave in breaths of need and fight a heady desire. “Don’t touch it.”
“Why?” I demand.
“Remember, Kharmen,” he intones hypnotically, “remember.”
The fog, of centuries long past, vanishes from my mind and I recall the early teachings of my magickal heritage. Reluctantly, I let the memory surface to its fullest. There must be the touch of Two, a woman and man united by love.
Once we loved. Our savage and wildly beautiful couplings knew no boundaries, the pleasures limited only by the sky itself. Once is all the love I have. I turn, moving within his embrace, an acceptance of what I must do.
“Make it fast.”
The last word barely passes my lips before he is sweeping me against him. His mouth on mine, he seizes the kiss I give him with a raw bold passion that makes me his, once again.
Together, we claim the dagger.
Together, we race from the vault. The fiercer winds blast against our bodies as we run down the hill. Halting, we accept the shelter of the grand oak tree’s large trunk.
Together, we chant the sacred words, opening the ancient case, handmade by the first of us to arrive on Earth.
The crescent-shaped blade of the dagger shimmers beyond the day’s poor gray light. The sheen of gold and silver dances in mesmerizing ripples as we behold our race’s salvation. For, only the dagger’s enchanted blade will pierce the hearts of our enemies destroying them for an
eternity.
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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.
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Snort... snort! The Bull is on Halloween hiatus... unless, he suddenly shows up as a bull-man, ‘supposedly’ costumed and ready for a wild-whooping Halloween party at the local bar. Hmmm...
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Shapeshifter lovers, check out CAT NIP. It’s a free read by erotic romance author, Gem Sivad ~ http://gemsivad.wordpress.com ~ also, for the ongoing story, subscribe at ~ http://textnovel.com ~
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Plus, take a peek at COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham at ~ http://bookstrand.com/product-coyotemoon-14959-330.html ~ Pat’s book has received several top reviews.
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HAPPY SPOOKY HALLOWEEN

~ MAY ALL YOUR READING DREAMS COME TRUE ~


Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Author of ~


All Shades of Blue Paradise
Red Lioness Tamed
When a Good Angel Falls
Tangerine Carnal Dreams
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis
Black Cat Beauty
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes
Stallion of Ash and Flame
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Monday, October 26, 2009

New Release from Desiree Holt!


Good Morning everyone.

Today I want to tell you all about a new release by the wonderful lady, Desiree Holt. I had a chance to meet her at Romanticon and she is so nice and such fun. Like many of us, she doesn't look like she writes erotic romance, but she does. Oh boy, does she! :-) She has released a ton of books with EC and with other publishers.

Unfortunately, Desiree recently suffered the death of her beloved husband. While I understand the loss wasn't entirely unexpected, still the loss of a loved one is deep, painful and requires time to recover. Our good wishes and prayers go out to her from the crew at Shapeshifter Seductions.

In the meantime, everyone please go to the EC Web site to check out Desiree's latest release, Dancing with Danger. Here's a preview for you to drool over!




Rachel Windsor knew nothing about Gabriel Peralta except that he was walking sex appeal. He blew into her life without notice, here today then always gone on a puff of wind. But each time he appears, he does things to her body that even her fantasies haven’t conjured up, driving her to orgasms that shake her like a raging storm. His mouth knows every inch of her body. The imprint of his intimate kisses linger long after he disappears.

Now he’s back again, his life unexpectedly on the line. But even in the danger zone his sexual demands are more scorching than ever and this time, Rachel is determined not to lose him—or the erotic lifestyle that binds them.


To read an excerpt, click here...

Saturday, October 24, 2009

What Are Your Halloween Traditions?


We're celebrating Halloween all week here at Shapeshifter Seductions and I can't think of the holiday without smiling. When I was a kid we lived in a rural area and most of our family lived in town so we'd get into our costumes (which my mom always made), ride into town and "trick or treat" at the grandparents, great grandparents, etc. The last stop was always Grandma Cookie. I could never wait. There was a reason her nickname was Cookie;-)She was the "sweet treat" grandma who made Popcorn Balls every Halloween. I've never tasted better and I can't smell popcorn at this time of year without thinking of her. She was always the last stop. And the best.

Halloween for me is about the kids and making new traditions to go with the old. When mine were little they were fascinated by monster movies. Godzilla in particular. When my oldest was three he became totally enamored with Godzilla and all of those rubber monsters in the sequels. You guessed it. I made a Godzilla costume complete with a stuffed jagged spine and a long curved tail (that he used to knock leggo cities down with...but I digress). Then came the year of the Lobster monster, and my personal favorite, Gamera the flying turtle.

We finally ran out of monsters (because they'd stopped making sequels)and my husband cut up an old brown rug, attached pieces to their jeans and flannel shirts and fashioned both the boys, Wolfman costumes. He even did the make-up. By then, I was thrilled to have help, LOL! The most normal costume was their Count Dracula costumes, complete with a one piece tux and separate black cape. We always made them and I think we had as much fun figuring them out as the kids did wearing them...which they did even after Halloween;-)

When we moved to a rural area, neighbors were few and far between and the relatives were almost a hundred miles away but that didn't stop the celebrating. The kids would have parties, build bonfires, tell ghost stories and watch, you guessed it...all those old Godzilla movies that we'd bought on tape.

Hubby and I moved to town so we celebrate by passing out candy (I never did acquire the knack of making really great popcorn balls) and raving about the costumes. There are special treats for the kids we know and wrapped candy for the neighbors, there's a bad sci-fi movie in the DVD player and we always have a good time.

My boys are grown and moved away but they still get into Halloween. They make their own costumes and either go to parties or have their own. Trust me, it's a holiday they never fail to celebrate!

What are your traditions? What makes Halloween a holiday for you? And do any of you have a really great Popcorn Ball recipe you'd like to share?

Happy Halloween!
Paris

Friday, October 23, 2009

Is Halloween All In Our Heads....


I love Halloween! There I said it, the deep dark secret is out...okay well not so deep and not so dark probably, I mean I write about shapeshifters and adore stories with a paranormal twist. Be that as it may, I do love Halloween, carved pumpkins, the kids looking oh so cute in their costumes and the candy...Oh ho ho the candy. Halloween comes first in my book for candy followed up by Easter and then Christmas(this is more cookies!)

But there's a dark side to Halloween as well. The grown-up holiday. Spooky, terror filled trails, Adults only corn mazes, dark creatures prowling the streets, and parties waiting to be attended. This is the holiday that lives in my mind.

What do you think, is the real holiday better or worse than the holiday that lives in the creative place called your imagination?

Speaking of parties, check out what Devlin thinks of his so far...me thinks he needs to be saved! Where's Josephine?

...So far, Devlin, had counted three Cat women, two fairy princesses and the mother lode of sexy little devils, but still he feared he’d be going home alone. Oh, the woman at this Halloween soirée were tempting, to be sure, however they were not the ones he needed. Anyone could throw on tights and a black leotard; purchase tails, ears and whiskers cheap at the local five and dime and call themselves a black cat, but that wasn’t for him.
They had no ingenuity, no creativity. They faked their love of Halloween; kept it hidden behind bad costumes, corny jokes and sex. This night was sacred, damn them. A night to be honored.
Vampires should be feeding well this night, and shapeshifters should run long and hard through the forests and glades. Ghouls and goblins needed to scare all the little children whose minds were still open enough to see them. Long ago, the dark creatures found much happiness on this night. At least they had until some corporate mucky-muck figured out how much money could be made on this blessed holiday.
Now, vampress costumes were short red skirts and itty-bitty bras, worn by those who liked to have their assets hanging out. They likened shifters to big dumb animals needing to be killed by a silver bullet and ghouls and goblins were made light of as dancers in music videos. The idea of it all left him with a painful grinding in his stomach.
Things had to change.
He’d decided to make it his mission to bring back this beautiful holiday to its rightful place and he would find the perfect mate to do just that. His future queen would be different, unique. She would know about fear, deal in death and be as wicked in bed as she was out. He wanted a mean, hateful creature that would crave the disorder and spin a web of madness across the land, just as his kind were want to do on this spooky holiday.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Welcome, Roxanne Rhoads!


Today we have self-described story strumpet, tome loving tart and eccentric night owl Roxanne Rhoads as our guest. When not fulfilling one of the many roles that being a wife and mother of three requires, Roxanne's world revolves around words...reading them, editing them and talking about them. In addition to writing her own stories she loves to read and review what others write.

Tell us a little bit about yourself. How long have you been writing and who are your publishers?

I seriously think I was born with a pen in my hand. Writing was something I just have done for as long as I can remember.

However I came back to writing to pursue it as a career in 2005. Since then I’ve been published on numerous websites, in magazines and in several anthologies. I’ve had e-books published through Midnight Showcase, Ravenous Romance, Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, Eternal Press, the now closed Lady Aibell Press, and I have upcoming publications through Xcite and L&L Dreamspell.

What led you to writing?

The love of words. The emotions they can elicit. The escape that they can create. I love books, they were my first best friends.

What do you enjoy most? Any writing hurdles that you were surprise by?

Writing in itself is a hurdle. There are plenty of days when the muse just isn’t there but I have to push on and do it anyway.

One of the biggest hurdles I find in writing now is promotion. These days a writer is expected to promote the heck out of themselves which for me takes away from my time when I should be writing. Honestly I’d rather be writing and leave the promotion to someone else but for small and indie published authors networking and promotion is a must.

What are you reading now?

I just finished Tall, Dark and Fangsome by Michelle Rowen I’m not sure what my next book will be, I have a stack.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

I would love to be a photographer but I really don’t have a good relationship with cameras. Sure I can take your basic photos but other than that the camera doesn’t like me and it’s not just one camera, it’s any camera. LOL.

I can see things that would make great photos but the connection between my eyes, the camera and the executed technique to get that great shot…I don’t know… something just goes wrong somewhere.

Your new release looks like a must read. Please tell us a little bit about it.

ETERNAL DESIRE is a paranormal erotic romance set in New Orleans during Halloween.

Liz Beth, a paranormal researcher, is haunted by the seductive vampire, Quillon, who may or may not be real. She arrives in New Orleans the week of Halloween to search for the elusive vampire of her dreams and instead encounters a handsome stranger, Christien, with whom she begins a passionate affair with.

Soon she is torn between her dream lover and a flesh and blood man, both of whom are a mystery to her. The closer it gets to Halloween the wilder things become. LizBeth gets closer to the truth about Quillon while Christien has her under his own spell.

Will all be revealed at the Vampyre Ball or will the masks stay in place?

In New Orleans at Halloween anything is possible.


Do any of your characters from previous books appear in ETERNAL DESIRE?

No not in this one although I do have plans for these characters to appear in a book or two later on down the line, perhaps even take part in a full length novel.

Do you use more than one element of the paranormal in your works?

I love all aspects of the paranormal so a lot gets thrown into my work. Vampires, werewolves, witches, ghosts, occasionally a demon or two. I love to mix everything up so a few of my stories have vampire/witch or vampire/succubus hybrids and things like that.

Have you written a series?

I am currently working on a series but I haven’t sent it off to any publishers yet so I don’t know how it will play out or if it will make it to print.

Do you have a favorite book or author that has influenced your writing?

As a serious bibliophile there are so many books and authors that I love. Right now I love Jeaniene Frost, Kimberly Frost, Kim Harrison and Chloe Neill.

Which book did you spend the most time researching and why?

The series I am working on has a lot of history thrown into one of the books, a vampire is going to be having flashbacks throughout her lifetime to give the reader and intimate look into her world as it once was so the research for that is hard because I want small details to be right.

Is there anything else that you'd like your readers to know about you?

Just that I love books and I love to write. I would love to hear feedback from readers, even if it is to say my work sucks, at least then I know someone's reading it.

What was the craziest thing you ever did to promote a book?

Well, I’ll be signing books at a Vampire Ball, in costume. I guess that fits into the crazy scheme a little.

Think that's all there is to Roxanne Rhoads? Think again.

She's mentioned that she loves to read and review what others write. What you may not know is that Roxanne operates the book review site, Fang-tastic Books, dedicated to her favorite type of book--anything paranormal. Her favorite genres are paranormal romance and urban fantasy but she'll read just about anything featuring vampires, ghosts, witches and whatnot.

Roxanne writes everything from articles to web content as a freelance writer and poet. Her erotic and romance stories and poems have appeared in Playgirl Magazine, several print anthologies, in ebooks and on numerous Web sites including: JustusRoux.com, OystersandChocolate.com, TheEroticWoman.com, FortheGirls.com, AssociatedContent.com/roxanne, BareBackMag.com, LucreziaMagazine.com, and RuthiesClub.com

She has several ebooks available through Eternal Press: Tasty Christmas Treats, Eternal Desire, the soon to be published Insatiable and 2 of her short paranormal erotic stories appear in the anthology Sexy Paranormal Bedtime Stories. All of these can be purchased in print at Amazon.com.

Her novella, ETERNAL DESIRE is scheduled to be released October 7, 2009 through EternalPress.ca. E-books can be purchased at EternalPress.ca, Fictionwise.com and BarnesandNoble.com

Print copies can be purchased at Amazon.com
http://www.eternalpress.ca/eternaldesire.html blurb, excerpt, buy link

eBook ISBN:978-1-926704-70-8
Print ISBN:978-1-926704-78-4

ETERNAL DESIRE video trailer on You Tube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LuJ6niYhgJg


Her story "The First Brick" appears in Lasting Lust: An Anthology of Kinky Couples in Love available at RavenousRomance.com

A double shot of her paranormal erotica- Torrid Teasers Volume 59 is available through Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.

When not reading or writing Roxanne loves to hang out with her family, craft, garden and search for unique vintage finds.

You can visit her at www.roxannesrealm.blogspot.com and www.fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com
Roxanne Rhoads
Freelance Writer, Author, Poet
eroticroxanne@yahoo.com
www.roxannesrealm.blogspot.com
www.fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com

Check Out My Erotica Stories

Tasty Christmas Treats now in ebook and print

Paranormal Bedtime Stories now in ebook and print
`Contains my stories Halloween Surprise and Sea of Blood

Lasting Lust: An Anthology of Kinky Couples in Love
~ Contains my story The First Brick available at RavenousRomance.com

Torrid Teasers Volume 59 Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
`Featuring Renata and The Questioning Concubine

Justus Roux's Erotic Tales 2
`Contains my poem Waiting Patiently

The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions Available Soon
`contains two of my erotic confessions

Whew! You lead a busy life. Congratulations on the new release and thank you for stopping by and letting us get to know you a little better!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

It’s All About The Romance – Even When It’s Not A Romance

While doing a blog interview last week, one of my visitors commented how she’d like to read my book, because even though it’s a suspense, she’ll read it because it’s “romance.”

I realized I’m quite the same when it comes to my preferences. If there isn’t romance in the story, it almost seems there’s something missing. And I’m not talking about romance novels or romantic movies. I’m talking everything.




For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been treating myself to a Saturday Primeval marathon where I watch my entire Netflix disk in one sitting. My husband wasn’t interested in the show (not gritty enough for him) but I’m loving it. So I’ll say it: what really got me hooked was the blossoming romance between Nick Cutter and Claudia Brown in season 1. When Nick comes back from a jaunt through an anomaly, the past has been changed and among several differences, Claudia Brown doesn’t exist.


Talk about relationship conflict! The set up is quite poignant. (Of course, I have been known to cry over dog food commercials, too.) Nick’s wife disappeared without a trace. After mourning her for eight years, he learns she’s simply gone through an anomaly and chosen to stay missing. So after a heart breaking loss, it only gets worse to learn she’s really quite evil. Then, when he’s just beginning to explore the feelings Claudia Brown stirs in him, she’s gone.  They bring the character back, only her name is Jenny and she’s a PR expert hired by the Anomaly Research Center to cover up monster sightings. And Jenny’s got a fiancé.

The monsters are well done, the characters are well developed, and the romance is gripping. Needless to say, I’m anxiously awaiting my next Saturday marathon.

What’s your favorite non-romance romance?

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Top Ten Reasons *Not* to Read BLACK CAT BEAUTY


Don’t you just adore this pic of Julie Newmar as Cat Woman in the campy TV version of BATMAN? Course, I’ve rarely seen a Cat Woman I didn’t absolutely adore, Eartha Kitt being one of my fave of faves.

Periodically, I relish writing the ~ TOP TEN REASONS NOT TO ~ promos for my books. It’s just fun to engage my creativity in this way, and I hope it’s entertaining for anyone who reads it.
While looking around for something else, I ran across a list I wrote quite a while ago for
BLACK CAT BEAUTY. Feline-fortuitous indeed, since now was the Halloween-purrfect time to finish and use it.

*INSERT HERE* Yep, I love the lists other authors and readers come up with... got one or more you want to share?

Top Ten Reasons *Not* to Read BLACK CAT BEAUTY

10) If celebrating Halloween is just not your thing.

9) If you don’t want a black cat girl sexily sauntering across your path at a Halloween party.

8) If you feel utter disdain for the Hollywood party scene.

7) If you just can’t stand being inside a restored gothic mansion filled with women dressed like their favorite Cat Woman.

6) If the very thought of meeting a Hollywood Witch Bitch with real powers scares you so much you’d go running into the arms of your mommy.

5) If the song, YEAR OF THE CAT, sounds like chalk squeaking across a chalkboard to you.

4) If you despise Superheroes and extraterrestrials on general principle.

3) If you just don’t want a sexy movie star singing in your ear while he plays with his rock band.

2) If you’ve always had a fear of flying or being held in the embrace of a soaring superman.

AND... ta-da...

1) If you’ve never been curious about the endurance of a superhero’s steely rod.
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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.

~~~

Snort... snort! The Bull is on Halloween hiatus... unless, he suddenly shows up as a bull-man, ‘supposedly’ costumed and ready for a wild-whooping Halloween party at the local bar. Hmmm...
~~~
Shapeshifter lovers, check out CAT NIP. It’s a free read by erotic romance author, Gem Sivad ~ http://gemsivad.wordpress.com ~ also, for the ongoing story, subscribe at ~ http://textnovel.com ~
~~~
Plus, take a peek at COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham at ~ http://bookstrand.com/product-coyotemoon-14959-330.html ~ Pat’s book has received several top reviews.
~~~~~~

HAPPY SPOOKY HALLOWEEN

~ MAY ALL YOUR READING DREAMS COME TRUE ~


Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Author of ~


All Shades of Blue Paradise
Red Lioness Tamed
When a Good Angel Falls
Tangerine Carnal Dreams
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis
Black Cat Beauty
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes
Stallion of Ash and Flame ~
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Monday, October 19, 2009

You have to kiss some frogs...



On Saturday, I attended a meeting of my local chapter of RWA (Romance Writers of America). My chapter, Two Rivers Romance Authors, invited Sherry James and Julie Miller of Prairieland Romance Writers chapter in Nebraska to speak to our group.

They presented a fab program about time management and beating procrastination called Kiss the Frog. The basic premise of the workshop is all those things we must do each day are the frogs and we have to kiss the frog to be productive. In other words, embrace the tough most difficult tasks first and get them out of the way.

This was a very timely program for me. I've been really having trouble buckling down to write lately. I'm not sure what my problem is but when I sit at my computer I'm more likely to find myself trolling Facebook than I am elbow deep in my latest story. A story which I need to complete and get off to my publisher pdq!!! What's worst is that the story I need to finish is a short story. I should be able to whip this puppy (or frog) out quickly. Sigh...alas and alack that hasn't happened.

However, after the wise words from Sherry and Julie I'm much more ready to move forward. I even managed to get something written on my story today. As we speak, my hero and heroine are on their way to his place for some hot sex. I think I can get this written now. I'll keep you all posted.

So, how do all of you take on your frogs? How do you beat procrastination when you're working on a story you need to get finished? Any suggestions welcomed and appreciated!


Friday, October 16, 2009

Devlin and Miss Josephine...


Friday, Friday is here again and me so woefully prepared. Life has proved dreadfully busy of late, leaving me little time to be TCB! However, I did have an idea of what I'd like to share with ya'll.

I've been knee deep in writing a holiday story about witches, which surprised the heck out of me. I guess when an idea grabs ya you just have to go with it! With witches and shapeshifters in mind I decided it would be kind of fun to do a little flash which mixes the two.

Here's the start...

"Josephine, you rotten lumbering beast, get in here and help me dress." Lanarka bellowed into the adjoining room startling the sleeping collie. "Most witches get useful familiars like black cats, but not me, no I get a big, dumb bitch!"

A beautiful sable colored dog rose from the cold floor and made her way into her mistresses room. A quiet bark heralded her arrival. Never would she announce herself loudly as Lanarka hated the sound, sight and really everything about a dog.

"Stay back, beast, I don't need your ugly fur on my beautiful black dress." More complaints. Josephine could do nothing right with this woman. She cursed the day the warlocks council had captured her and attached her to this rotten, mean-spirited creature. I am sorry, mistress, may I shift?

"Arggg. Enough with the thought speak. It gives me a headache. Shift, vile beast, shift."


Have a great weekend!!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

When They Can’t Transform

I’m posting today about the issue our shapeshifting heroes and heroines sometimes face: the inability to transform.

In the first of my Guardian’s Realm series, The Combat, my hero Davin was badly wounded by an arrow through the neck and had to transform into stone; the Guardian’s sleep state, in order to survive.

But in the second book, when whisked away to a magical prison, my hero Balin was faced with a similar situation and was unable to transform to protect himself. The castle-prison’s enchantment prevented it.

To lose their superhero abilities is the worst thing that can happen to our characters. Anyone remember X Men II, when Mistique was hit with the dart intended for Magneto and cured of her mutant powers? Even though she was somewhat bad, I felt sorry for her!

I won’t tell you how Balin survived, but here is a short excerpt.

From Crystal Kauffman’s Guardian’s Realm: The Collision Available Now

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     Balin stopped to listen for the hundredth time, certain now someone, or something, was following him. Animal or animal-like prints in the dusty floor confirmed this was how the creatures had gotten inside the castle. But how?
     He'd found the hole carved however many centuries ago, but once it emerged at the side of the mountain, Balin could go no farther. Just as Count Zlatko who, desperate to escape, had followed these catacombs, digging and carving for however many years it had taken, until he'd finally accepted that there was no escape.
     Perhaps that was when he'd decided to use the enchanted blade.
     The same magic that kept the count from getting out was supposed to keep all others from getting in. After all, Count Zlatko had not been allowed visitors.
     And yet gotten in they had.
     But what had urged them to enter the castle again, after all this time? Had the beasts smelled the food when he, Gladiolas, and Fitch first arrived? Were the creatures cunning enough to trek down the mountain to the hole and follow the tunnels back to the scullery?
     That was a disconcerting thought.
     He stopped again. Not nearly as disconcerting as knowing something is following me that is smart enough to keep itself hidden until the perfect moment to attack.
     The trek down had taken a full day. He'd had to crawl on hands and knees through some of the more narrowly carved passages. He'd now been on the return trek for six hours. He was nearly back to the castle.
     He couldn't lead this thing, whatever or whoever it was, back to Gladiolas and Fitch.
     Time to take a stand.
     A jagged outcropping of solid stone in a tall cavern made a natural corner that served his purpose. He picked up a rock from the rubble-strewn floor and hunkered behind the outcropping, arm raised.
     Long moments of total silence passed as he hid. This had better work. If not, he could not return to the castle. He either had to lead the creature away or die trying.
     That meant help would not arrive for Gladiolas and Fitch. They would spend eternity in a prison not intended for them.
     Oddly, the emotion gripping him was not jealousy, but raw concern and poignant regret. He might never see Gladiolas's beautiful face again. Never hear Fitch's biting sarcasm. Never again watch their two beautiful bodies tangled in the throes of passion.
     A rustling sound drew his full attention. Then a snuffle and a swish, closer now. He hurled the rock deep into the tunnel, hoping to convince whatever hunted him that he was farther along.
     A grunt, and then footfalls hurried closer, a beast, trotting on all fours.
     Balin leaped from behind the outcropping, lance pointed. He immediately jerked the blade upward as the hellhound lunged. It was bigger than he had dreamed possible.
     Hellmastodon.
     A split second of recognition explained how it had gotten past the castle's magical barrier. It was a crossbreed. When the enchantment had faded on the castle, the hellhounds had strayed. One had mated with some poor wild creature, creating this abomination.
     The beast reared up, knocking rubble from the cavern's ceiling with its barbed head. A row of thick spikes ran down its spine, not unlike the bristly hackles on a hyena. It possessed a ruff of thick fur, but otherwise its body had the dragonlike, leathery-tough scales of the hellhounds.
     It roared, baring dinosaur teeth.
     Saber-toothed hellhound.
     A paw swiped, claws bared like a cougar's. Balin jerked the lance blade back, but not quickly enough. The creature's meaty paw splintered the wood and sent the sharp tip flying past his head like artillery shrapnel.
     He jabbed with the splintered wood, hoping to convince it back down the tunnel. Lightning fast, it swiped again, tearing through Balin's upper arm. Immediately it lunged, snapping at his throat. Balin poked, aiming for its throat as well. The wood crushed, unable to penetrate the thick hide.
     “Get back, you unholy thing!”
     Snapping jaws caught his shoulder and tore.
     Balin tried to transform. A jerk of the creature's head whipped him around. The useless wood flew from his hand.
     Another swipe of claws raked down his back, through his shirt. The leather jacket he'd tied around his waist was torn off. He spun, nearly went down. A heavy paw raked across his upper body, the other across his midsection.
     The transformation would not come. The castle's enchantment prevented it.
     Of course. Why hadn't I realized?
     The creature charged but was caught against a jutting rock. Balin shoved away and stumbled up the tunnel. Rubble exploded around him as the creature burst free. Fangs sank into his thigh, picked him up, and slammed him against the ceiling before throwing him to the ground. He tumbled and rolled, crashing against the wall.
     Balin found himself lying beside the shattered lance spear. He managed to lift it as the creature lunged. The splintered wood penetrated the beast's soft underbelly.
     It reared above him, letting loose another earthshaking roar. Balin turned his head, knowing it wasn't enough to kill the thing.
     There, in the dirt beside him, lay the severed tip of the lance. He grasped the blade's neck. The creature came at him, jaws wide. Its stinking, wet mouth closed around his throat.
     As darkness draped over him like a warm, welcoming shroud, Balin took the blade in both hands and drove upward while hoping, for Gladiolas's and Fitch's sakes, the blade hit its mark.




Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Halloween Purring Seduction ~ BLACK CAT BEAUTY



Ever have a yen to shift into a naughty black cat during Halloween?
How many yuk-yuk-yowling pranks could you pull off simply laying in wait at a popular Haunted House? Leaping out at just the right time, hissing and spitting, your eyes like sinister headlights, your back arched, your tail like a stiff black brush... meow and run... yep, escaping before the responsible adults can capture you and turn you over to Animal Control, while all the youngsters are screaming in fear and delight.
Or, how about strolling nonchalantly in front trick or treaters, giving them that special thrill of bad luck on the way?
And, think, if you have an enemy... black cat scare tactics could be quite effective in dissuading them.
For my heroine in
BLACK CAT BEAUTY, Halloween is obviously Sable’s favorite time of year... well sultry maa-oows... there is summer snoozing and sunning... there’s winter romping in fresh snow as her black panther self. Spring is a time of running free and far, letting her feline spirit fly.
Still, Halloween has its special spooky charms for Sable since humans in California are so invested in their strange enjoyment of the time when the veils open to other dimensional worlds.



Ah-purrs... Sable would like to know ~ If you shifted into a black cat during Halloween what tricks and treats would you like to pull off?
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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.
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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.”

~~~

Snort... snort! The Bull is on Halloween hiatus... unless, he suddenly shows up as a bull-man, ‘supposedly’ costumed and ready for a wild-whooping Halloween party at the local bar. Hmmm...
~~~
Shapeshifter lovers, check out CAT NIP. It’s a free read by erotic romance author, Gem Sivad ~ http://gemsivad.wordpress.com ~ also, for the ongoing story, subscribe at ~ http://textnovel.com ~
~~~
Plus, take a peek at COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham at ~ http://bookstrand.com/product-coyotemoon-14959-330.html ~ Pat’s book has received several top reviews.
~~~~~~

HAPPY SPOOKY HALLOWEEN

~ MAY ALL YOUR READING DREAMS COME TRUE ~


Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Author of ~


All Shades of Blue Paradise
Red Lioness Tamed
When a Good Angel Falls
Tangerine Carnal Dreams
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis
Black Cat Beauty
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes
Stallion of Ash and Flame
~~~~~~

Monday, October 12, 2009

Romanticon Memories

Well, Romanticon is at an end. I'm getting ready to go get some breakfast and get out on the road for the ten hour drive home. But I must say this event was worth EVERY hour on the road. I had so much fun here, I can't begin to tell you all.


The hospitality room where they held the meet and greet the first night was a wonderful ice breaker - especially when we all began to have our pics taken with the cavemen. And those pics were taken by the fabulous Syneca. I really want to see the one she took of me and the guys. The one to the right was taken by one of the attendees using my camera. Not only are the guys gorgeous, they're pretty darn nice too.

The workshops were informative. I got sooo much from them. And it was okay - comfortable - expected to talk about sex from the writing perspective. Erotic romance wasn't looked down on - it was celebrated. This is the first venue I've attended where I felt that way. I didn't feel like I had to return to my room, biting my lips then turn on Madonna's Human Nature.

The parties were fun. And the setting was intimate. No, I'm not talking sex here. You dirty minded folks. LOL I mean the workshops were small, the parties were small so you could MEET people. I met and talked with some of my all time favorite EC authors whom I would have been scared to approach in another setting because I was in awe of them. Here, I got to KNOW them a bit. I also had the opportunity to meet authors NEW to me so I'll be getting lost in reading other peoples stuff.
Finally, the book fair was awesome! I'm saying it here first... I SOLD OUT! All my books went out the door with readers! Woot! Woot! Lots of time talking to readers - readers whom I had a chance to get to know during the con. It was fun. I just had the BEST time here.

So next year, when you're wondering what you should do with your money in October my advice is to attend Romanticon 2010. You will have a blast. I did.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

What if...


What if you suddenly woke up to find that the world was inhabited by vampires and were creatures? How would you like to be looking at your vacation pictures and realize that you'd not only snapped a cathedral as the sun was going down but you'd caught the image of a gargoyle shifting from stone to...a really big man with craggy features and ripped muscles and oh my, naked as the day he was born...chiseled?

Well, if you're a romance writer we know what you'd do. You'd have a really big problem that only this guy could solve. But what would most people do if the world suddenly turned on its ear and everything they thought they knew was wrong?

Would there be a war between humans and the "others"? Would the "others" band together or fight each other and the humans? Would crafty corporations figure out a way to exploit them so that they could profit? Or would the "others" band together for protection and create their own communities within the cities and suburbs?

As you may have guessed, I love urban fantasy and all things that go bump in the night. The premise makes for an entertaining read because it is so far-fetched but what if it wasn't?

How do you think people in general would react? How would you react? You must know how nosy I am by now. Let me know what you think!

Hugs,
Paris

Friday, October 9, 2009

Let's Do The Time Warp, Again...

Woo Hoo! It's that time of year again! October, nearing Halloween...

Every year it seems as we near this spooky holiday called Halloween, the TV stations start running my favorite movie...The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Yep, I'm a fan. I time warp, I bring rice to the midnight viewings, I know I'm just a sweet transvestite by heart and I can watch it over and over again.

I have not, however, dressed up to go to the show...yet! When I do, it will be as Magenta. I just love her character, she is so like me right down to the frizzy red hair! LOL

Okay, so I'd need a bit of color, but I'm all there!

"We're all lucky, ah ha ha"

How about you, have you seen the show? Do you enjoy it and who would you go to the midnight viewing as...

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Wecome, Kitty DuCane!

Happy Thursday to all.

We have a treat for everyone today, Kitty DuCane is here today telling us a little bit about herself and her new release, DOMINATING VICTORIA. Please join me in welcoming Kitty to Shapeshifter Seductions.

Hi Kitty,

So, how long have you been writing and who are your publishers?

I wrote my first book back in 1999, but my kids were small and into dance, gymnastics, baseball, softball, soccer, basketball, volleyball, golf and everything else there was to do and I made the decision to raise my kids. No regrets. I loved every second of it. Now that I’m an empty nester, I have plenty of time to write, so last year, I started writing again. I submitted my first manuscript in May and Loose Id picked it up in June.

What led you to writing?

Okay, everybody get ready to moan. I’d read books and say to myself…I can do better than this. I love suspense and I love erotic romance (the hotter the better.) And of course, I can’t get enough of shape-shifters, vampires, DEA, Special Forces and all other alpha males and I found out that I really enjoy dreaming up my own alpha guys.

What do you enjoy most?

Any writing hurdles that you were surprised by? I enjoy weaving a story. I write by the seat of my pants. The characters and the first few chapters of a new book usually bonk me in the head, but I have no clue where the plot is going. I love puzzles and figuring out a plot is nothing but a puzzle. I think my writing hurdle is that I have several stories floating around in my head and eventually, I have to sit myself down and say…pick one and see it through. My other hurdle is that damned comma. Thank God for editors. I apologize to all you punctuation/grammatically gifted people who are reading this and cringing.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

I thought about being a brain surgeon, but at 48, it may be a little too late for that, but not by much. My kids say that I should be a race car driver and really, that would be just perfect for me. Driving fast and getting paid for it, what more could I ask for?

Tell us a bit about your new release.

Dominating Victoria is about a hunky werewolf named Hayden and his mate Victoria. She’s a stubborn, kick-ass beauty set on revenge. As a DEA agent, Hayden can’t let her knockoff a cartel leader, because then he’d have to arrest her and arresting your mate just doesn’t sit well with ‘weres.’

Do you use more than one element of the paranormal in your works?

Not yet, but there’s always that possibility.

Have you written a series?

Yes. My second book, Zellia’s Blade is finished. Zellia and Blade both appear in Dominating Victoria and by the end of that book, I was writing scenes about Zellia and Blade on the side. Rat’s story is next. I’ve got the first four chapters done and in the process of figuring out the rest of the plot. I’ve also got two m/f/m in progress that I started last year and my goal is to finish them next year.

What was the craziest thing you ever did to promote a book?

I haven’t done anything crazy yet, but I’m always hoping for some ideas.



Kitty DuCane's Dominating Victoria

Genre: BDSM Shape-shifter Suspense Paranormal
Length: Novel

Available from Loose Id

Victoria McLain’s dad was the best DEA agent ever, but now he’s dead and Victoria’s hell-bent on making the responsible Colombian cartel leader pay. Even though she’s not DEA, her dad trained her as DEA and she plans to use all her training to extract revenge. Her only problem is Hayden Hunt.

Hayden Hunt is a DEA agent and a werewolf. His wolf senses are a blessing when Victoria’s lying to him and a curse when her emotional pain bleeds. Even though he doesn’t know the reckless beauty he's hunting by name, he knows her and he’s determined to keep his mate from her revenge, especially since she doesn’t plan to survive.

Brought together by circumstance, Victoria and Hayden spend their days battling each other and fill their nights with passion as Hayden takes and claims his mate again and again.

But when Victoria discovers that Hayden’s the only survivor of the ambush that killed her dad, she wonders if he’s the mole in the DEA she's been looking for. Hayden will have to prove himself again, if he's going to keep dominating Victoria.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, BDSM theme and content.



Read an excerpt: http://www.loose-id.com/excerpt.aspx?ID=1020

Check it out: http://www.loose-id.com/prod-Dominating_Victoria-1020.aspx

Visit me at : www.kittyducane.com

Contact me:kittyducane@cs.com

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

What if You Could Shift for Halloween?


Halloween... All Hallow’s Eve... it’s closer than you think, unless you have kidlets who are already clamoring for their costumes. Or, unless you’re planning your own party and spooky festivities.
Course, many a shapeshifter has their own built-in costume. Perhaps, it’s a bit too realistic if you look like an actual wolf, but what if you could morph into a wolf-man, or a fun version of Wolfman Jack?
What a purring trip, and a fantasy come true, if I could transform into a catwoman like my Sable does in
BLACK CAT BEAUTY. No, she doesn’t look like the Halle Berry catwoman. However, the hero, Devon Zant, lusts for her purrr-fect beauty, that is, to his eye.
What if you could shapeshift for Halloween? What would you be? How would you look?
Imagine... staying in the feline family... a cheetah-woman, a leopardess human, or a red lioness-woman like my Sun Rocket in
RED LIONESS TAMED.
Wow, now that’s my kind of Halloween party... Come as your favorite feline shifter. Wouldn’t I love to switch and slash my tail or flick my cat ears.
Not to leave the canines out... how about a wolfess-human or a coyote girl? What if you could transform into a half-human version of your favorite dog breed, or your favorite mutt?
Which reminds me, I came across a term I wasn’t familiar with ~ Anthros... or the artistic representations of furries, or human-animal creatures, as I understand it. Anyway, it was one of those odd, odd synchronicities.
I’m writing along on my WIP ~ Kandy Apple for Halloween ~ and I come to a scene in the story, where the artist of a group of paintings at a high society charity event needs a name. After some thought Anthros pops into my mind. I like it, so I use it. Then I search in Google Images for kicks, just in case there is an artist with that name. Lo and behold, I find a whole world of animal-human hybrids.
Yep, this scene is crucial because it’s where my witch, Kandace, discovers the beast side of her twin heroes by looking at the painting of a Hellhound, the one Zol and Zin have led her to, after promising her another clue to their paranormal nature.


So, again ~ What if you could shapeshift for Halloween? What would you be? How would you look ?
Inquiring author minds want to know... actually, I just want to know because I think it’s a fun question.
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Snort... snort! The Bull is on Halloween hiatus... unless, he suddenly shows up as a bull-man, ‘supposedly’ costumed and ready for a wild-whooping Halloween party at the local bar. Hmmm...
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Shapeshifter lovers, check out CAT NIP. It’s a free read by erotic romance author, Gem Sivad ~ http://gemsivad.wordpress.com ~ also, for the ongoing story, subscribe at ~ http://textnovel.com ~
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Plus, take a peek at COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham at ~ http://bookstrand.com/product-coyotemoon-14959-330.html ~ Pat’s book has received several top reviews.
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HAVE A WILD SHAPESHIFTING AUTUMN

~ MAY ALL YOUR READING DREAMS COME TRUE ~


Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Author of ~


All Shades of Blue Paradise
Red Lioness Tamed
When a Good Angel Falls
Tangerine Carnal Dreams
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis
Black Cat Beauty
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes
Stallion of Ash and Flame ~
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Monday, October 5, 2009

Romanticon approaches and I'm getting nervous


This coming weekend my publisher, Ellora's Cave, is hosting their first ever conference/convention. They've titled it Romanticon and I'm really looking forward to attending. There's a ton of authors who will be attending and I'm one of them. Friday, Saturday and Sunday there will be workshops during the day.

The thing making me real nervous - but in a good way - is the book signing on Saturday. It will be my first organized book signing with readers who aren't my friends. I had an impromptu book signing at a friend's house right after Protect and Defend came out electronically. It was fun and no stress. This time I'm feeling a bit of stress.

I HOPE someone stops to buy my book and have me sign it. They've broken the signings down by alphabet and the G-M crowd signs from 10:30-11:30 am and from 2:30-3:30 pm. It could be very dull if everyone is crowded around other people. So if you attend, please take pity and visit me.
Other than my nerves over the book signing, I'm getting butterflies about meeting some of my favorite authors. Some of them I've been reading since I first discovered EC back in the early 2000's and some are newer.

Have you ever attended conferences or conventions and been nervous about meeting folks? If so, how did you combat that? How do you get over your shyness and just have fun?
NOTE: I had a couple of things wrong. Hint for all of you out there - always CHECK on things before you leave. Saturday is "Authormania" where the authors hang out and meet with readers. We can also sign books that people have brought with them. Then on SUNDAY is the official book fair where they will be selling books and authors will sign.

It's Contest Time!


It’s time! All month we’ve been sneaking you little hints about our favorite things. Now it’s time for the contest. The answer can be found right here on our blog.

Question: What is Francesca’s dream car?

Click the survey link to submit your answer. The randomly chosen winner will receive a brand new copy of Writing Romance by the San Francisco Area Romance Writers of America. The winner has 14 days to respond. Non-response or undeliverable email will result in forefeit, so type those emails carefully!

Good Luck!