Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Rebellious Claws, then Releasing the Beast

Howls and yowls, Shapeshifter lovers. Tomorrow is the first day of Autumn. The sun leaves the sign of Virgo behind and brings it’s radiance to Libra, the sign of balance. The Full Moon happens on the 23rd and is in the fire sign of Aries.

Since Sol and Luna will be in opposition to each other, this may be the time for those ‘opposites attract’ romances. Purrs, it’s an ideal time to pen those types of scenes, or bring forth that next story idea where opposites attract.

Yes, I admit it, I was born to be a rebel. That theme is always present in my books.

Who we are at our core, what we resonate with, will always do its best to shine forth in our stories. As human beings we are not mass-produced by Creation. Our purpose, our path on the beloved Earth is unique, and becomes part of life’s exquisite tapestry.

So, of course, our shapeshifter heroines and heroes are individuals with their own tale or tail to spin and tell. They each have their own path to their mates.

In the past few days several issues in my authorly world have brought out my rebellious claws. My fiercely raking fangs and claws... grrrrrrrrr. No, I won’t go into detail. At this point in time, I haven’t investigated the situations enough to offer the whole truth.

Suffice it to roar, I don’t discriminate against any romance subgenre, or any heat level, because I don’t want to [it’s not my nature] and because it’s not my business what your reading preferences are.

This is also a matter of principle to me. I don’t want to be discriminated against, so I’m not going do it. Yet, it appears discrimination may be on the rise, or the herd mentality is alive and all too well. There are other dynamics that drive this type of prejudice, as well. Since that discussion would require a doctoral dissertation to explain fully, you are spared.

All of us should be able to enjoy the reads, the books we want. This is fundamental to freedom. This is our natural right as human beings.

At a primal level, this could be one more reason why so many of us enjoy our shapeshifter romances. The inner animal and the shifted beast demands freedom and lives true to her/his nature. If not, then often that is the crux of the story ~ living your truth and releasing the beast.

And, oh, baby, do I love releasing the beast, or beasts...

Here are a couple of *unedited* snippets from my short story WIP ~

Soon he told himself, he would handle her round-as-orb curves. God of Eros! How fiercely he wanted to taste her skin, a deep shade of golden amber. With his genetic heritage as both hawk and panther, he intended on pleasuring her with his tongue’s rough texture. Often.

Dhray Zorr growled long and low, his chest vibrating. His panther ruled him now. She brought out all his beasts. Hawk, panther and male. His wings quivered in anticipation of stroking her.

Feathers, several of them, brushed over the swell of her hip. Feathers?

She heard a low raw growl. As the sound vibrated through her, feathers slipped along her side. The whispering brush was so faithful to her curves that Striker succumbed to the pleasurable sensation for long seconds.

No, she reprimanded herself.

“Ibajah woman,” the man-beast rumbled in common galactic.

Striker failed to identify his accent. Disturbed he knew her race, but she didn’t know his, she nearly moaned when feathers brushed the side of her thigh. Sensually, he teased her waist with a finesse that enticed her toward surrender.

The tips of large feathers slowly pleasured her ribcage opposite the delicate slide of feathers over her belly.

Striker’s eyes popped open. Wings. He had wings. I’m weightless inside his wings.

The Kougar’s news and mews ~

A New Review at ~


A Sunday Review by Stacey Kennedy

Black Cat Beauty
by Savanna Kougar

Rating: 4 Stars

“A LINE THAT HAD ME DROOLING WITH WORD ENVY -- But wishes were for lay-around, canned tuna-eating cats. Not for her. No, never for her. Seeking the feel of him, her body swayed toward him, her desire coiling deep for him.”


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 to rule all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D’Torr’s race and all the inhabitants of the rare blue jewel, Earth.

Full Review at ~ paranormalromantics.blogspot.com/?zx=bcdd30b68f759d7a ~


Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~


Pat C. said...

As long as it's well-written and has lots'a hot sex scenes, they can hump Winnebagos for all I care (although that might get painful).

Fur, claws, and feathers! Hot hot hot! The romance genre needs more wing kink stories.

Rebecca Murray said...

I would like to second Pat, but with a caveat. I don’t much like it when the author treats the plot as an afterthought. If the plot isn’t worth reading, I’m not going to stick around long enough to read about humping Winnebagos. However, I also recognize that this is my taste in books and it is not necessarily shared by everyone else.

Savanna Kougar said...

Pat, Wing kink stories, that's a keeper!

Yeah, Winnebagos could get painful. Might depend on where someone humps, though.

Savanna Kougar said...

Rebecca, I know what you mean. I've been accused of having too much plot in my stories. Though, one reviewer thought there was too much sex in Her Insatiable Dark Heroes and not enough kicking the butt of the bad guys... but, with four heroes to satisfy... gosh, ya know... lots of passion and sex. Besides, the story took place over a couple of days. Only. How much bash-the-bad-guys can you have?

Rebecca Murray said...

And if it's erotic romance, you have to expect a lot of heat. That isn't to say the plot can't be logical. It doesn't take more than a few words to set a scene up so it moves the plot along. No plot, to me, means porn, not erotic romance.

For what it's worth, I think you get the plot action/romantic suspense/carnal action mix just right.

Savanna Kougar said...

Rebecca, thanks, I do my best. I can't stand no plot and no action in my books.

Serena Shay said...

Oooh...feathery snippet goodness, Savanna! Thanks. :)

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena... feathery snippet goodness... big smiles, I love that.