Saturday, February 27, 2010

Who Loves Ya Baby?

Hopefully your life is filled with people who love you. For me, that's always been the icing on the cake and the cream-filled middle. You trust the people you love and this, ultimately, is the basis of any lasting relationship.

I've been with the same critique group for over ten years. We're practically a family unit now but I remember being the "new kid". I was shaking in my shoes the first time I read anything but I was eager. It's sometimes difficult to be included in a group that's been working together for years but they've been supportive from the start. It's their style and mine.

That doesn't mean that after we've had our coffee and doughnuts and exchanged the latest about what's going on in our lives that we don't get down to business. I rely on them to tell me that I've zigged when I should have zagged. I trust them to tell me the truth and they've never let me down. For me, honesty is a vital function of a critque group/partner.

A couple of years ago, I also started critiquing online with another erotic romance author. I love the review feature! We usually chat once a week by phone and are building a friendship and a working relationship. We've even collaborated on a multi-author series.

Although I think trust is the basis for any critique group/partner relationship,there's much more to be considered. Do you want to critique within a group where everyone shows up with the same level of experience or do you want to vary the experience level and mix published with unpublished (newbies and people who have been honing their craft for years)?

Do you want to critique with friends or if invited, would you walk into an established group and take your chances? What would be your dream critique group? I'd love to know. In case you haven't figured it out, I'm terribly nosy;-)


Enjoy the adventure of sensual romance
Assassin’s Kiss-Ellora’s Cave
5 Stars from Just Erotic Romance Reviews
5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies
4 Stars from Romantic Times
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Friday, February 26, 2010

Friday Five - The Games Jaguar Shifters Play

Friday again, and I'm running behind, but I have a good reason. I had no idea what to post today. ;)

LOL, not to worry though, as I sat looking out at the sunny sky, basking in the melting snow, a thought crossed my mind. As winter turns to spring and summer, what games do shape shifters play?

While I'm sure Scrabble and Clue are options on those really nasty weathered winter days, I kind of don't think they gravitate towards them as nature comes back to life. So what do they do?

Here's my jaguars top five, well, four actually with a definitive hell no on the fifth...

1. Tag - With the speed and cunning of these shifters, being it takes on a whole new twist...could you catch your fellow cats?

2. Hide & Seek - Three words... Sense of smell. Makes this game not much of a challenge.

3. Football - Oh yeah, just none of that touch crap. These guys and gals like the tackle.

4. Dodgeball - Or should we call it Dodge maul? Aggressive shifters, painful plastic balls and free rein? Not liking that combo.

5. Water play - Now in the land of 10,000 lakes where my pride lives, summer water fun is a must. Wave jumping, water skiing, long docks and cannonball all a summer must, unless you're one on my big cats. There response to this one, a resounding "Are you freaking kidding?"

So there ya have it, the games jaguars play. What about your shifters? Any games they're looking forward too?

Thursday, February 25, 2010


by Pat Cunningham

British werewolf Roderick Chase has been sent to Philadelphia to get married. Instead he finds himself the target of werecoyote assassins. His only hope: Darinda Lowell, a witch with a low tolerance level for arrogant alpha males. She agrees to act as his bodyguard and use her magic to find out who’s trying to kill him.

There’s no way the pushy wolf and the vegetarian witch can get along, or so Darinda tells herself. However, love tends to work a spell even a witch can’t ignore. Can she claim the wolf who’s won her heart, or will she lose him to a murderer?

"I like comedies. I like murder mysteries. I like paranormals. I like an evenly-matched hero and heroine engaged in snappy dialogue. And I just love me an English accent spoken in a deep sexy voice. I had a blast writing this book. Hope you have as much fun reading it." ~Pat

A BookStrand Mainstream Romance

AVAILABLE: Tuesday, March 2nd

If you haven’t already, take a look at COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham ~ Can a half-werewolf woman, unaware of her wolf nature, come to love the WereCoyote determined to free her wild side and make her his mate? ~ ~

ALSO available: BEST OF BREED by Pat Cunningham ~ “Confidence breeds beauty, no airbrushing required” ~ ~

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Piracy for Profit?

I’m a huge advocate against book piracy. It’s a major slap in the face to authors everywhere. Unlike software piracy, where people steal something they need or want to use for a function, book pirates are people who claim to enjoy our work. There’s no other reason to steal our books than to read them.

But piracy has jumped to a new level of insult. Thieves are no longer simply preventing me from profiting on my creativity by posting my books to pirate forums, they’re stealing those profits as though they have a right to them. They’re reselling them on eBay.

This morning there were 355 auctions for ebooks, all of them bootlegged copyright infringements. Many of them for the books by the most popular authors; Kenyon, Evanovich, Harris, Brown, Patterson… (so don’t think piracy is the problem of epublished authors) many of these collections of three to fifteen books for as little as  $2.99.

And don’t be fooled by this malarkey you might find on some auctions, either:
“Ebay no longer allows the selling of ebooks. In full compliance of this rule all of our ebooks are delivered via USPS on a cd. You must have adobe reader to open these files. If you do not have adobe acrobat you can download it for free. Most computers however, come with adobe fully installed.”

A) this is still blatant copyright infringement
B) there are still plenty of ebooks for sale as PDF or other electronic format.
This is just the last ditch effort of one seller to avoid being penalized for her crimes.

Not that eBay is doing much about it.

Authors, and readers who support authors, I urge you to sign this petition created to urge John Donahoe, CEO of Bay, to improve the VERO program and put an end to book piracy on eBay.

Open Letter to eBay and CEO about VeRO Improvements

Because nobody has the right to profit from my book except me.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Life Path Number Day... shapeshifting travels...

Today’s date breaks down to a ONE and ONE is my life path number in the numerology... what does that mean? Right now, I don’t have a clue, other than it’s supposed to be a powerful day to be all things ME.
Right now as I pen this bloggie, ME is worn down to a frazzle with not an ounce of dazzle left. Being a paranormal erotic romance author, often means visiting several different blog and chat loop worlds in a day, where variety is definitely the spice of life.

Yep, shapeshifting travels... for example, I briefly enjoyed a peek at western erotic romance... yahoo and yippee, a hellbent for leather ride. Nothing like real rugged he-man cowboys!

Then, I got to behave badly at the new group blog ~ Romance Writer’s Behaving Badly... yes, there it was, my little confession among several *dump-ice cubes-on-me-afterwards* snippet scenes. Here’s the setup:

I’m going to play editor here for a moment (muaha) and set a guideline for a scene - the hero’s touch must be above the waist line. Given that - What is the sexiest touch he could use to make your heroine weak in the knees?

For awhile I worked on my WIP ~ The Black Wolf’s Prophetess ~ living in my hero, Duke Zon’s wolf shifter world. My heroine, Sondra’s world has been LA, where she’s a successful script writer.

Later, I entered the world of Angels and Demons, the topic at JUST ANOTHER PARANORMAL MONDAY ~ ~ This was a perfect visit, since my hero in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS is a carnal cherub, who dances like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, but is strong and fierce enough in mind, body and his powers, to defeat the forces of Lucifer at the end of the Mayan Calendar in 2012.

There was the Flash Fiction piece I wrote ~ a world where nude dancing by women is considered to be anything but sleazy or immoral. It’s considered art and is revered, and the women are always protected.

So, what fictional and ‘doing research’ worlds have you visited lately?


If you haven’t already, take a look at COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham ~ Can a half-werewolf woman, unaware of her wolf nature, come to love the WereCoyote determined to free her wild side and make her his mate? ~ ~

ALSO available: BEST OF BREED by Pat Cunningham ~ “Confidence breeds beauty, no airbrushing required” ~ ~



Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Author of ~

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

Monday, February 22, 2010

New release - new book trailer for Whirlwind Affair

Hi everyone.
I have my cover from EC now. It's another gorgeous design by Syneca! So I'm going to do one more bit of blatant promotion. Here's the full fun with my new release.

Whirlwind Affair
Release Date: March 10, 2010
ISBN: 9781419927577
Coming Soon from Ellora's Cave Publishing

Plus-sized Erika Bergstrom is shopping in an upscale adult boutique when handsome Rodrigo Torbellino asks for help finding a gift…for someone else. Just her luck! But as he flirts with her, she discovers he’s shopping for a bridal shower gift for a friend, not a lover. So when he asks her to model some sexy lingerie then seduces her in the dressing room, Erika gives into her urge for a wild new experience…a one-night stand.

The next morning, Erika’s body is sated from pleasure. Rigo obtains a promise that she’ll call him and tells her that if she doesn’t call him, he’ll find her. She’s intrigued and thrilled with his obvious interest until she discovers Rigo is the head of the company her brother wants the family to partner with, so she doesn’t contact him. A month passes. When they meet again the fire between them burns just as bright as ever, but does Rigo want the business deal or her?

I also have a new book trailer/video for Whirlwind Affair. Thanks to the fabulous Paris Brandon for creating the video for me! Check it out.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

R & R for Shifters

The other day my husband asked me what my ideal vacation would be. Since it was one of those what-if questions I really didn't have to think about it. I knew his dream vacation would be something that involved fishing or golf or probably both. Mine would involve pampering. Massages and spa cuisine...and someone else cleaning up.

But then my brain started wandering and I started wondering what the perfect vacation for a shapeshifter would entail. So far, I've only written jaguar shifters in stressful situations. They've done the jungle/camping thing. I can't really imagine them relaxing this way. And a vacation, like anything else I'd set up in their world would probably depend upon their lifestyle. Hmmmmm.

A spa for jaguar shifters. Any spa worth its hot spring mud-baths would cater to their clientele's every whim. I'm imagining:

Deep muscle massage for those times when a "shift" became a little too strenuous and they've pulled a hamstring.

Aromatherapy. Hold the Wolf's bane, please. No really, Aconite is actually poisonous to everything, not just wolves.

Spa Cuisine. They could offer Steak Tartare and Pheasant Under Glass. I imagine the little glass dome would keep them from flying away.

Long nature optional.

I'd choose a spa but what about your shifters? Would they run off to the jungle/woods and revel in their primitive natures, hunting, howling at the moon...mating (did you think I could resist that one?) It might get boring dating within the same community you grew up in. Would they choose to explore some exotic locale and seek out other shifter communities?

Where would your shifters choose to relax and why? Oh, you know how nosy I am, 'fess up;-)


Friday, February 19, 2010

Olympic Events Calling Out For Shape Shifters

Olympic Fever, do you have it? I know I do. I sit enthralled in front of my tv watching the downhill skiers go balls to the wall(pardon my expression)down the side of the mountain, looking for the best time. Snowboarders gaining such heights and turning awesome tricks down the half pipe, figure skaters looking so graceful as they do amazing things with their bodies all on a pair of thin blades. I am in awe of the nerves each athlete must have to conquer injuries and fears in the quest to fulfill their dreams.

Kudos, bravo and may the gold be within your reach to each and every athlete...

So in honor of the Olympics, I thought it would be fun to do a Friday Five...

Five sports I'm sure must have shapeshifter secretly competing in... ;)

1. Snowboarding - It takes a heck of a lot of strength to get those boarders into the positions and heights. Jaguar for sure.

2. Figure Skating - This sport takes such agility, jumps, spins, balance...all on thin blades, yep shapeshifter are a definite here, perhaps a house cat?

3. Short Track Speed Skating - Coordination galore. Making those tight passes and at those speeds, I'm guessing wolf.

4. Downhill Skiing - Speed, Speed and more breakneck speed. Large cat of any variety here.

5. Cross-Country Skiing - Endurance a must. Up hills, down hills, twists and turns and all at a really fast pace. I have no doubt we were looking at some bear in this grouping. :)

What about you, Olympic watcher? If so, what's your favorite sport?

BTW...Women's skeleton, starts tonight! ;)

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A New Contract

I’m dancing around on tippy toes after receiving the news my historical novella Claiming Lady Marianne has been accepted by Ellora’s Cave. Sorry, no shifters in this story, but I’m hoping you’ll like it ever still.

Carelessly tossed from her cruel husband into the care of her perverted grandfather, Lady Marianne thinks her life can’t get any worse; until it does.

After Marianne is caught en compromise with another woman, Viscount Cobham is fed up. He remands Marianne to the care of her beastly grandfather with orders that she take a lover- a male lover. She is to get herself with child by the time he returns from his travels in six months. He will have his heir, one way or another. Marianne’s grandfather charges his stable master with the task, and Marianne is bound to her bed every third night to await the burly man.

Michael Ainsworth is no stud horse himself, and Baron Thurlow’s task is too ghastly to consider. But Michael longs for a glimpse of the pretty girl who used to cling to the paddock fence to watch the horses, and when he finds her terrified and unwilling, his honor demands he protect her. While he knows the viscountess can never love a lowly servant, every day his feelings grow stronger.

With their brief six months together quickly disappearing, can Michael endure the day he must step aside and let the woman he loves return to the cruel viscount?

This story brings me back to my historical roots. When Lady Marianne’s character called to me, she was too desperate to ignore. I needed to give her a humble hero with a heart of gold, and Michael fits the bill to a T. And of course it doesn’t hurt that he’s well hung! : )

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Reeling, not Squealing... I finished! Wahoo...

Reeling, that’s the sensation... because finally, finally! I’ve finished writing and polishing BRANDED BY THE TEXANS... no, I’m not squealing with excitement yet, even though, yep, I got the manuscript submitted. Wahoo...
I don’t know if this is true for other authors, but usually I go into a type of shock or surreal feeling of not quite believing I did finish and submit. I feel off kilter, airy inside. Does that make any sense?
Though, when the edits arrive, it all becomes too real. Suddenly.
I’m assuming... hope, hope... that everything will go well, since this particular book was contracted. But, still, ya never know.
Yeah, I’m verra happy with the way the story turned out... I love my heroine, Kylie, who turns out to be one tough cookie when the chips are down... and, of course, I fell in love with her three heroes, Dillon, Dono and Dash.
The truth is I’m tingly-excited and thrilled about their love story... and, most important to me, I’d want to read the book if I hadn’t written it.
Okay, maybe I’m being conceited here. Still, I only write erotic romance novels I want to read.
And, nope, this one is not a shapeshifter story. Though, of course, Kylie and her Texans shift in who they are... they all grow in several ways. And, after all, if you found yourself in another Earth dimension, like Kylie does, where the Old West still lives... or Sliders meets Bonanza, then meets The Three Star Republic of Texas... you’d adapt and grow simply to survive.

Here’s the blurbie so far ~

It’s 2009... Kylie is on the run from the law for a crime she didn’t commit. She’s desperate for a safe place to hide. A promising doctoral student, she’s lost everyone and almost everything, except for what she can stow in her car. Now, Kylie has to salvage the rest of her life. But, where? In this age of GPS tracking, TV’s Most Wanted and cameras everywhere.

It’s 2009... Dillon, Dono and Dash, three Texas brothers are desperate for a wife to brand as their own. The Union made women scarce in the Three Star Republic by releasing a bio weapons’ plague during the border wars. These tough-as-leather Texans will do anything to find and keep the right woman, even if they have to lasso her like a wild filly and love on her until she loves them back.

Yes, I’ve always wanted to write a Western with a Happily Ever After. Now, I’ve done it, complete with a monster pickup chase scene and an ambush bang-bang shoot out where death isn’t a stranger. And since it’s an erotic romance... the dang doors are ripped right off.

So, what comes next? I think I hear the howling of those wolfies. Looks like Sondra and Duke may finally get their love story... unless... life is definitely unpredictable at best. But that’s my current goal, the inspiration or the muse tugging at me and touching my heart.
Plus, I have a couple of other projects in mind, novella-sized stories. I hope. Since Branded is well over 110,000 words. And I need a break!

Speaking of Werewolves... anyone seen the new Wolfman movie?
So far, I’ve heard one individual say they hated it and another say they loved it.

BTW ~ what are your fave Werewolf/Wolf movies, TV shows and/or books?

REMEMBER... if you haven’t already, take a look at COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham ~ Can a half-werewolf woman, unaware of her wolf nature, come to love the WereCoyote determined to free her wild side and make her his mate? ~ ~

ALSO available: BEST OF BREED by Pat Cunningham ~ “Confidence breeds beauty, no airbrushing required” ~ ~



Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Author of ~

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

Saturday, February 13, 2010

And The Red Stilettos Series Begins!

I'm so excited about the new Ellora's Cave Red Stilettos series! Anytime you get to work with authors like Francesca Hawley, Ashlyn Chase and Delilah Devlin you know that the stars have lined up! Astrologically speaking, of course;-)

Once upon a time (in the late 1950's)there was a movie star by the name of Ava Darling, who despaired that she would ever find the Hollywood Happily Ever After ending that she'd portrayed so many times. But that was before she went to Italy and found a darling little shoemaker who made her a pair of magical red stilettos. The same day she put them on she turned a corner and bumped into Charles Stratton III, the man destined to love her for the rest of her life.

Fifty years later four friends, Bella, Erika, Lexie and Jolie attend her estate sale, pool their money and take a chance on magic. Head Over Heels, Bella's story is Book One, followed by Erika's story, Whirlwind Affair by the fabulous Francesca Hawley (3/3), Dear Sexie Lexie by the awesome Ashlyn Chase (3/17) and Bad Bad Girlfriend by the devilishly delightful Delilah Devlin (3/24). Drop by the Ellora's Cave Coming Soon page at for a peek at their delicious covers and excerpts. I loved working with these talented, gracious ladies!

Here's a glimpse of my cover trailer and an excerpt:


Rhys Vincent ground his back teeth and took Veronica Smith–Hathaway’s elbow as they crossed the street. It was snowing and not for the first time did he wish he were wearing boots instead of dress shoes with his tux. Ronnie didn’t seem to notice the puddle that soaked her designer heels or the frigid wind that tore at the edges of her flimsy black evening coat. Neither had been designed for January in Kansas City.

Veronica—Ronnie—was his best friend Brian’s estranged wife. She had insisted she knew a shop that had the fedora they needed to complete the scavenger-hunt list—right after he’d politely refused her offer to give him the best sex of his life. Was it too much to ask for a woman who didn’t have an agenda to want to have sex with him? He’d been down the revenge-sex path years ago and it was one he didn’t want to take with a woman he’d known for twenty years.

He’d promised Brian that he’d keep an eye on her and that meant he couldn’t very well let her walk around alone in the Crossroads art district after dark.
As CEO of the Vincent Foundation, he’d put Veronica in charge of the annual event as a favor. One he was coming to regret. He was still trying to figure out why Brian was so worried about a wife he’d clearly been neglecting for the past year when Ronnie leaned over and peered into a dimly lit shop.

“There it is,” she hissed, pointing at a weathered brown fedora, jauntily perched on a torso mannequin’s head. Before he could figure out why she was hissing, he glanced through the window, started to shout and everything went into slow motion.

He saw a pair of curvy legs that ended in sexy red spike heels leaning forward and overbalancing a rickety ladder. The bell over the door jangled as he pushed it open and sprinted three full strides. He reached her before she finished screaming.

“She” was an armful of black and white fluff he grabbed and swept out of the way as the ladder fell.

Maybe he couldn’t breathe because she’d smacked him square in the chest but he didn’t think so. Although it could have been because her arms were wrapped solidly around his neck, as if she didn’t intend to let go anytime soon. Fine by him.

He didn’t know if she was shocked that he’d caught her or because she knew the shudder that rippled through her like a faint orgasm had telegraphed its way into his fingertips. She looked like a naughty fairy-tale princess with big blue eyes. A fall of silky dark hair brushed the top of her black turtleneck and her creamy cheeks were flushed as bright as an apple. She knew.

And as I say in my dedication: This book is dedicated to all women with a penchant for the color red, sexy shoes and men who make their skirts fly up!

Happy reading,

Head Over Heels
Copyright 2010
Ellora’s Cave
ISBN: 9781419927379

Thursday, February 11, 2010

It's All In How You Start...

Happy Friday!

First up, a shout out for the Be My Valentine Blog Tour which starts here Swing by and visit some incredibly talented authors blogs, grab a little eye candy, maybe win a prize or two and don't forget to say hi to Savanna and myself on your way through... :)

Now, on with the show...

You know, as a little girl, I was sometimes lucky enough to be able to attend live concerts and shows with my parents, Ice Capades, Beatlemania (not the real Beatles, but the music was still great.), The Beach Boys and movies galore. Much to my chagrin though, they saw Arlo Guthrie and Pete Seager without me.

As I hit my teen years, money was short and live shows were out, except for my thrilling night of bliss when my friends and I saw Duran Duran, and were banging on a Big Thing, baby! Eighth row center!! (for any of my pals who might be reading this blog...)

Now, ya'll might be wondering, is she going to get to a point anytime soon? Yes, yes I am, but bear with me a few more moments while I set the tone...

As a kid, the shows were neat. As a teen, they were totally, freaking cool, totally(it was the eighties and all) Then I became an adult and again, my tastes changed. Duran Duran gave way to Aerosmith and the shows became harder and sexier, they ended not with a kiss on the head and being sent off to bed, but rather a lets hope we make it to the bed. Right? It is all in how we look at things.

Which leads me to the idea of this blog, It's All In How You Start...

For me, each of the shows above started with a big ol' bang! They sucked me in from the moment I landed at the theater until the lights went low and everything around me exploded with color and sound...I was hooked.

That is what I look for in my entertainment...the bang. And as you can see in my last two Friday's posts, is what I was missing. Last week I had decided to skip around in my story since I was having so much trouble trudging through, but do you know what, I always came back to beginning. I liked it, I hated it, I was so-so about it.

What's an author to do.

Know what I did...I chucked it. No, not the whole story, just the first scene and I started somewhere else. And you know what, it seems to be working! Yay! So fingers crossed for me, please. ;)

The other thing I did was a lot of free thought and free writing. All of the ideas that had been percolating in my brain got a bit of time to be worked, either in my head or a few sentences on paper to help me remember them. One happens to be Valentines Day like so I thought I would share the rough's gonna be a fun one to write!


Devotion, Devi for short, hated this time of the year. It all started around the first of the month, people would begin to blather on about love and passion, poetry would again be spoken by the masses of horny guys, hoping for a successful night of embraces on the streets, in their cars, in their homes – bluck!
She blamed fate, of course.
Chance, bum that he was, thought he was being funny when she’d asked him to give her a purpose. She’d hoped to stop wars, or start them as the case may be. She’d lauded her desire to smite the masses, reign down challenge after challenge on the unsuspecting. She’d have even relished having the voice of a siren or the kiss of death… Yeah, that would have worked. Love me mortals, love me to your death.
The idea of it snaked a lustful trail right to her core.
But, no. Chance, The Bum, as she’d called him since ancient times, felt “her strengths lie elsewhere.” “Elsewhere, indeed,” Devi grumbled as she watched the beautiful white feathered wings emerge and spread nearly the length of her bedroom. The barely there scraps of cloth covered just the essentials and her bow and arrows waited.
It was Valentine’s Day, again; and Chance, The Bum, had turned her into a freaking Cupid. She bet he was laughing his fate like butt off up there on the mountain, while she had to go out and spread the love. “Fate, you suck!”


Have a great Valentine's Day everyone!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

And you thought this would be about Valentine ShapeShifters...

Nope... why?
Okay, because my brain has officially become mush. Fried mush, most probably. There are WAY too many things happening at once in my little author’s realm.

Yes, February 14, 2010 ushers in the Chinese New Year and the Year of the Metal or Golden Tiger! 2010 is predicted to be a tumultuous year, but the Tiger's influence will offer us courage, while inviting bold actions and risk taking. The Metal element will provide steely resolve, fortitude and determination to accomplish goals.

So, if you want a taste of Valentine Shapeshifting claw-click on over to my blog, The Tiger Romances Valentine’s Day ~ at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~

For the past several weeks, the Tigers and Wolves have been battling for my writerly attentions. If you want the clawing and howling details check out my personal blog ~ Kougar Kisses ~

For this post, here’s an *X-rated* rough draft of how my black wolf shifter hero, Duke, came into existence, originally.

Late news flash ~ I’d already written this blog when I heard the song, Duke of Earl, as bumper music for Coast-to-Coast am, nighttime radio show... well, my hero, Duke mentions this song in his story... yep, synchronicity strikes again.

Note: This is written in OtherTime lingo, not current language, that is.

From my WIP ~ The Black Wolf’s Prophetess

The first kingdom of Atlantis ~ 202,366 days after The Arrival on the blue planet, Earth

Shellah, Second Princess of the Fauna Originators Dynasty, rubbed her bare upper arms against the slight chill of the evening air. Restless, worried, she stepped forward, leaning on her balcony wall for support. Scanning the splendor of the dark teal blue sky, she was aware she substituted the strength of the alabaster stone for the support she didn’t feel inside herself, from her own True Spirit. Yet, in sacred truth, was there any other choice for her?

She was the only one qualified, the only genetic-creator knowledgeable enough to succeed in the human-animal split project, as decided upon by the Earth Salvation Council, after years of study and divisive debate-battles. Shellah blinked, her eyes overly dry from her unshed tears, the ones she could no longer cry. Crossing her arms again, she gazed at the bright-shimmer beauty of the two satellites in rotation with each other. In low orbit, they provided a harmonic balance for the planet, regulating the great oceans.

She sighed softly, hearing his footsteps approach. She hadn’t meant to awaken her lover by leaving their shared bed. Why burden him with what could not be undone? Or with the pain constantly spiking through her heart over what she was about to accomplish. Shellah owned no doubt she could genetically fulfill what had been decreed as the wisest protection for their paradise world. After all, she and her team had already populated the planet with new species of mammal life, currently flourishing for several generations now.

“D’markos,” she gently murmured his name, just before his arms wrapped around her from behind. Comforting, yet with the passion that always flowed between them, a beautiful raging current.

“The animal split project?” he asked, the tender huskiness of his voice soothing her. He caressed her arms, then floated caresses over her loins. “You know, my sweetness, I have dwelled long upon which animal form I would choose.” His tone lightly teased her, and waited for her playful response.

“Dwelled long and with utmost deliberation, I am to believe,” she lightly returned, allowing him to lift her heart to more lightness. Gently she stroked her palms over his hands. “Which one, my lover?”

“Why the one most suited to your voracious libido, my fierce lover.” His voice growled passion near her ear. “And the one most devoted in his protection and love.” His lips brushed down the rim of her ear, causing sizzle-tingles of desire to roam her flesh.

“And no doubt a beast to match your primitive hungers...lover,” she challenged, her voice low and breathless. Sensually Shellah leaned back into his hardening embrace, her body molten.

“A canine beast,” he whispered, nipping her ear lobe. “Guess which one.” He swept long strokes down her hips and thighs, his hands sliding the sheer red fabric of her night sheath over her skin.

“You ignite my woman’s pleasure,” she whispered. Sparks of desire swelled her mound. Reaching back, Shellah twined her arms around his neck.

“Which one?” he demanded. His hands skimmed over her breasts, circling and teasing. When she didn’t answer, he nipped her earlobe with his teeth.

Pain and pleasure raced down to the jewel between her thighs. “Tell me,” she pleaded, her hands passionately caressing the back of his neck. “Tell me, and join with my womanhood as pleases you. My beast.”

“Wolf,” he growled, the potent sound of his voice was the potent strength of his phallus cradled between the cheeks of her bottom.

“Wolf.” Shellah flowed her fingers through his wild mane of hair. “The same color as your hair. Black as night before the first red rays of dawn.” With her dancer’s grace, she turned in his embrace. His warrior’s body hard against her softness, intoxicated her to the blazes of lust. She was met by the jet black hunger of his eyes. His eyes glittering for her. “Wolf and Man,” she murmured. “Is that what you would be when we love each other ferociously?”

“Your Wolf and your Man.” His lips seized hers, so boldly she could only swoon and cling to his shoulders.

With furious kisses, they gradually moved within her chamber. Their hands were frenzied strokes over each other’s bodies as he guided her toward their enormous silken bed.

“Shellah,” he hoarsely spoke, capturing her head between his hands. “I’m here. Here with you.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes so glazed with desire she could barely see his face. Merely the deep celestial blackness of his eyes. Yet, she knew what he meant. He wanted to be allowed into her life, more than she’d been willing to allow him so far.

Closing her eyes, she moaned with sensual bliss as both of his thumbs glided down her throat. As if he sculpted passion, his hands slid over her shoulders, his thumbs caressing her collarbone. Their lips fused again, the sweetness and the fierceness of their kiss lifting her toward untamed pleasure. Shellah collapsed against him, her body liquid-sun surrender, wanting only whatever he chose to give her, as her lover.

Roughly sliding down her red sheath, baring her, he claimed her waist lifting her to the savagery of his mouth on hers. How well he knew, she adored his primitive nature as much as she adored his tender caring ways with her. Meeting his barbaric masterful kisses with her own wildest mouth, she sank her nails into his shoulders. He groaned and growled against her lips, then nipped her bottom lip with his teeth.

Instantly he licked away the droplet of blood from her lip, then toppled them onto the bed. Cool satin briefly greeted her back. Utterly mad with passion, they rolled over the immense surface, their lips clamped in raw desire, their arms and legs lusty tangling and twining endless strokes against each other.

Growling, he swiftly rolled her on top of him, and powerfully gripped her bottom cheeks. He spread her roughly and lifted her to his pleasure. His magnificent phallus speared into her. A ruthless strike, she adored.

“Beast,” she praised, and mock scolded.

“Wolf beast,” he rasped.

“Your eyes glow for me, wolf beast,” she taunted, then struggled in his fierce grip, trying to wriggle her hips.

“You will feed my hunger,” he guttural commanded.

Thrusting her forward, he seized the tip of her breast. Suckling forcefully, he struck inside her, his rhythm so brutal and so pleasing to her, she stilled. Opening her womanhood more to him, she allowed her head to fall back.

“D’markos,” she called his name softly, as the whipping harsh ecstasy of her orgasm grew from deep, deep down inside her loins.

“Come to me,” he growled, then latched onto her other breast. Vigorously, he suckled her, carnally drinking her essence.

Obeying him, Shellah screamed, her loin ecstasy ripping her inside out. Finally, she flew on the wings of immeasurable joy. She knew when he freed her breast, that he watched her as he often passion-enjoyed, and that he would take his orgasm after hers.

“Woman,” he rasped, once she’d descended, and began slipping inside the honey gleaming after her orgasm. Keeping her tight to his loins, he rolled them over. On his knees, he towered above her, his black gaze devouring her with such intense passion, her entire body nearly shivered. When he widened his knees, pulling her closer, his grip on her hips strong and dominant, chills chased through her body, fear chills and the most pleasingly wicked chills.

“Do what you will with me,” she murmured. “As I have promised you, lover.” Feeling as fragile as the mist clouds of dawn, she offered him her truth, her helplessness.

He smoothed his hands up her thighs, a long possessive caress. Trapping her knees, he spread her wide to his desire, and lunged his blade-hard phallus deeper. She gasped both pleasure and shock. As he swiftly lunged again, her breath leapt back inside her chest.

“My Shellah,” he hoarsely sang her name. Seizing the top of her thighs, he plunged long and deep, his rocking rhythm so fierce she keened whimpers.

Bracing herself with her hands as she could on the cushiony silk of their bed, she watched his whip-lean warrior-chiseled torso. She watched the noble handsome cut of his features, harsh with her, and harsh with his enormous pleasure as he loved her with their passion.

Overwhelmed with waves of ecstasy, she reluctantly shut her eyes. Collapsing back onto the bed, she surrendered to each surge of rapture from the smooth powerful strike of his phallus.

“Lover,” he growled, his ecstasy fierce in his voice. Forcing his phallus deep inside her, he braced himself above her.

“Lover,” she gossamer-returned, her heart flowing toward him. Opening her eyes, she pleasured herself with the wild black storm of bliss glowing in his eyes.

Once the gods released him from the heights of his orgasm, he brushed his fingertips on her cheek, his obsidian gaze cherishing her.

“Wolf,” she teased him, caressing up and down his arm, his fiercely muscled arm. “As strong and savage as my Earth wolves.”

“You need sleep, my beautiful woman.” Gently and gradually, he removed his phallus, then rolled on his side. He gathered her beside him comfortably. Pressing a feather kiss to her temple, he draped his arm across her waist.

“Yes,” she whispered, “If I am to succeed...yes.”

“Promise me.” His voice was cave-deep serious as he gently stroked up her arm. “Promise me, my Shellah, when you create your Human-Wolf split, you will design the Man’s physique for me. That if we choose to incarnate in the future, I will be your Man-Wolf.”

Feeling like gossamer as she turned within his strong embrace, she pressed a kiss on his bold broad shoulder. “Yes, my lover,” she whispered against his beautiful dark brown skin.



Starting Sunday 7th February through the 14th , heaps of Siren Bookstrand authors will be dropping in to share their own Valentines experiences and offer heaps of competitions and prizes.
So come join us and share your funny, romantic, embarrassing and disastrous Valentines stories.

Hope to see you there. :) Rachel

Paranormal/Shifter day is February 11th ~

Don’t forget the Valentine’s Day Weekend blog tour by the Liquid Silver Authors and their author friends. Talk about Eye Candy, sexy fun and prizes. It begins here ~ ~ on Friday, the 12th, at Midnight.

Oh, the Kougar is howl-luvin’ this ~

February 2010 - Seminar Host is Eva Gordon
Call of the Wild : Wolf Lore, truths and myths every writer should know about wolves

3rd -17th

A month long seminar for writers who are interested in writing about wolves and werewolves in their stories but who want more background on the basic biology and behavior of real wolves. Writers will also learn why the wolf evolved from admired archetype to savage evil nemesis of man.
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Plus, take a look at COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham ~ Can a half-werewolf woman, unaware of her wolf nature, come to love the WereCoyote determined to free her wild side and make her his mate? ~ ~
ALSO available: BEST OF BREED by Pat Cunningham ~ “Confidence breeds beauty, no airbrushing required” ~ ~



Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Author of ~

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

Monday, February 8, 2010

New EC book - Red Stilettos anthology

Hi all,
I'm excited because I'm working on final edits for a new novella for Ellora's Cave publishing. This one won't be about shapeshifters - it's a straight contemporary. I came up with a concept where four friends share a pair of vintage red stilettos they buy at an auction. The auctioneer sells the shoes by saying the shoes will grant the wearer her heart's desire.

The lovely Paris Brandon has the first release in the series with Head Over Heals on February 12. My story, Whirlwind Affair, is the second in the series and I'm in final edits with the story now. Book three, Dear Sexy Lexie by Ashlyn Chase and Book 4, Bad, Bad Girlfriend by Delilah Devlin, will be released later.

To whet your appetite, here's the blurb for my upcoming release, Whirlwind Affair.

Plus-sized Erika Bergstrom is shopping in an upscale adult boutique when handsome Rodrigo Torbellino asks for help finding a gift…for someone else. Just her luck! But as he flirts with her, she discovers he’s shopping for a bridal shower gift for a friend, not a lover. So when he asks her to model some sexy lingerie then seduces her in the dressing room, Erika gives into her urge for a wild new experience…a one-night stand.

The next morning, Erika’s body is sated from pleasure. Rigo obtains a promise that she’ll call him and tells her that if she doesn’t call him, he’ll find her. She’s intrigued and thrilled with his obvious interest until she discovers Rigo is the head of the company her brother wants the family to partner with, so she doesn’t contact him. A month passes. When they meet again the fire between them burns just as bright as ever, but does Rigo want the business deal or her?

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Career Opportunities For Shifters

How do you decide what your characters do for a living? In my Jaguar Assassin's series, the jaguar shifter community is kept secret because there's an organization hunting them but they have to interact in normal society.

My assassin's work within the system to eradicate everyone that would harm the shifter community and/or reveal them to their enemies. But not everyone can be an assassin.
The fact that they grow fur and fangs also has to be kept secret. These are two of my determining factors when trying to come up with a career because hey, you can't just hang out in the jungle and hunt these days.

I write paranormals but there's another popular genre, urban fantasy that I find fascinating. Can you imagine a world where you live alongside vamps and weres or witches and warlocks? Would you want a gargoyle for a neighbor? Would there be a "don't ask, don't tell" policy in the military because let's face it, they could be very useful. The possibilities are endless.

I think, for the most part your shifters job choices are determined by the community/society that you create and the story you want to write. How do you handle it? What are some of the creative career choices you've given your shifters and why?

You know how curious I am;-)


Enjoy the adventure of sensual romance

Friday, February 5, 2010

The Tortoise or The Hare

How do you write? Are you a little each day or do you have days when all you can do it write, but you know a long, lonesome stretch of desert awaits you around the next corner?

I, myself, am still very new to the writing for publication game. The Challenge was my second story to ever be finished and selling it was a complete, and over the moon happy, shock to me. My writing process for TC was a little bit every day. I was very much the tortoise then. Slow and steady did win that race. :)

Now, however, I am working on the second story, The Submission and I find myself more like the hare. Some days are filled with clear insight and the words pour out of me until I'm drained only to be followed by weeks of frustrated nothingness. Lost in my own story and ready to drop it into that shredder in my mind. To build a bon fire with the pages as my kindling.

As you can probably tell, I'm again in the midst of the nothingness. I would love nothing more than to type in "and a miracle occurs," close up shop on this story and kick it in next week, but I know I do myself a disservice with that. More than anything this story needs to be finished. I'm sliding into the last third of the story and then I can set it aside for a bit before editing.

How though do I finish it.

I've decided to try something I've never been able to do before. I'm going to skip a few scenes. ~aaaaahhahahahaha~ Yeah, I'm so not a skipper. LOL My brain just generally does not work that way, but I figure, what can it hurt right. hehe

So tell me, are you the tortoise or the hare and if you have any tricks of the trade, I'm all ears. ;)

Thursday, February 4, 2010

The Ugly Truth

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The Ugly Truth

By Pat Cunningham

I really meant to write a funny story. C’mon, look at the plot: a werewolf enters herself in a dog show as a joke, and wins. How can you take that seriously?

But a funny thing happened, and it wasn’t the story. I started exploring my werewolf’s motives. In order to enter a dog show, she’d have to look more dog than wolf. And if she didn’t look that much like a wolf, what did the other wolves think of her? We all know how the reindeer felt about Rudolph, and all he had was the nose.

That’s when I realized: far from being the mischievous, let’s-stick-it-to-the-monkeys shifter I’d been planning to write about, Adele Chase was an insecure young woman with low self-esteem and serious body-image issues, so desperate for others’ approval she was willing to trot around a show ring on the end of a leash for the sake of human applause. If her own kind wouldn’t give her what she craved, she’d go find it elsewhere. Even, as the plot turned out, risk her life to get it.

It must be hell, growing up as a girl these days. Not that it was ever easy, but geez. All that advertising, TV and magazines and now on the Net, bombarding girls with images of unattainable physical perfection. I know Tyra Banks is out there telling viewers her looks are the result of make-up, lighting, professional stylists and a healthy dose of the airbrush, but is anybody listening to her? Or do they just look at the pictures? Their attitudes are shaped by what they see all around them, and what those images tell them. I thought the women’s movement was supposed to free us from the idea that a girl’s worth depends on her appearance. The statistics on teenage eating disorders, depression and even suicide tend to say otherwise. Don’t even get me started on beauty pageants for 5-year-olds. Ye godz.

A lot of ugliness of different varieties crept into this story. The hero despises his own ethnic background and it’s twisted him up inside. The villain is into racial purity and has taken his sick beliefs to a violent extreme. Fortunately, there are bright spots. Adele has the emotional support of her brother, and wins the hero’s heart with her courage as well as her appearance. She, in turn, helps him accept his heritage. The bad guy gets what’s coming to him. Of course, this is fiction. Real life doesn’t always get the happy ending. Ask the 95-pound woman who thinks she’s fat.

The dogs have it right. They’re not the ones obsessing over their looks. They leave that to us. As long as the food dish is full and they can sleep on the couch, they’re happy. There’s a lesson in there somewhere.

The next story will be funny. I promise.

“Best of Breed” is now available from BookStrand.
AVAILABLE: Tuesday, February 2nd ~ ~

Plus, take a look at COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham ~ Can a half-werewolf woman, unaware of her wolf nature, come to love the WereCoyote determined to free her wild side and make her his mate? ~ ~

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Crystal Discovers Gold

In my continuing efforts to detoxify my life I made a startling discovery the other day, and being that this is an erotic writer’s blog, what better place than to share this news?

Lubricant, ladies. Yes, you heard me. The slippery stuff. The joy jelly. Thanks to my friends at Care2, I found some rather disturbing information about KY Jelly’s ingredients, which is perhaps the most popular “personal lubricant” available. Parabens!

Parabens are the most commonly used synthetic preservative in many cosmetics. They ensure a long shelf life by inhibiting the growth of harmful bacteria, yeast and mold. But they are suspected of posing grave health risks with long term exposure. Recent studies found parabens in human breast cancer tissue. This raises obvious questions about their ability to accumulate in our bodies. There is also evidence that parabens may disrupt the body’s hormone systems by duplicating the effects of estrogen.

Not in my vagina, thank you very much.

Ask scientists about parabens and they’ll tell you they want more testing. Ask cosmetics manufacturers about parabens and they’ll tell you they pose absolutely no risk. (So why then do they hide the ingredients if they can?) What it comes down to is you must make the choice for yourself.

My husband bought a bottle of glycerine and parabens free Astroglide and gave it the old field test. Personally I found this slippery goo much better than KY jelly, and delightfully decreed a permanent change in the Kauffman household.

From now on, my heroines and I will be using Astroglide.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

BEST OF BREED by Pat Cunningham

Purrs, Shapeshifter Lovers, or should that be howls at the moon?

Are you ready for BEST OF BREED by Pat Cunningham?

This Big Cat just read the excerpt and her answer is a big cougar-yowling YES!


It started out as a joke: a werewolf entering a dog show. Adele Chase has always believed herself ugly, with her doggish wolf form and non-shifter blue eyes. But in the show ring she’s discovered a place where she can be beautiful.

Now, poised on the brink of her biggest win, nothing can deter her-–not even the presence of Bowie, the notorious werewolf hunter. He’s stalking the show in search of a werewolf and found what he thinks is a woman. Adele realizes he could be her destined mate–-or, if he uncovers her secret, her death.

With Best in Show within her reach, she plays a dangerous game with a man who might either love her or kill her…with neither aware of the enemy who’s out to destroy them both.


Blue. Her eyes were blue, just as he’d imagined. As he’d been hoping, he realized. Pallid as an arctic sky, just like her dog’s. He sucked in a temporizing breath and discovered she smelled of lavender. It couldn’t be coincidence. More like fate. He’d had that smell in his nose all morning, ever since he confronted the Chase boy and the dog. He couldn’t seem to shake it. Encountering it now on Adele, he decided he no longer wanted to.

Those remarkable eyes lifted to meet his. Fear darted through them, swiftly suppressed. Her smile was courteous, but guarded. “Yes?” she prompted.

She couldn’t be were. Not in those shoes that no shifter female would ever subject her feet to, or that dress that clung so tightly to every delightful dip and curve of her body. Not with those blue eyes.

He’d felt those eyes on him up in the stands, dragging at his awareness, demanding response. One look at her and he’d become obsessed, even before he heard Dartmouth identify her. He wanted suddenly to draw her to him and learn the texture of that midnight hair. Learn how she would respond to his most intimate touch. Test the strength of those athletic-looking limbs, discover how the skin between her breasts would taste.

Not at all his normal reaction upon meeting a woman, not even the most attractive ones. That scent of lavender had scrambled his thoughts. He’d been on the trail too long, he decided. Too long hunting weres and nothing else.

He’d slit his throat with his own silver knife before he’d do with a were what he wanted to do with this woman. She must be human. She had to be.

She fidgeted at his continued silence. Her smile had disappeared. She wrenched her gaze from his and darted it at the nearest exit. She tried to slip by him. “If you’ll excuse me—”

He reached for her arm. She shied away, with a quick, instinctive lift of her lip. A were’s reaction. Her eyes thinned to ice-blue slits. “What do you want from me?”

To kill her, if she weren’t the human he desperately wanted her to be. He doubted she’d appreciate hearing that. He found himself groping after an answer. That had never happened to him before.

It was the lavender, of course. And the way she stood before him, head raised and eyes direct, every line of her body proud and sure. Just like the dog in the ring. “You’re very beautiful,” he blurted.

Her jaw dropped. Not the reaction he expected when he complimented a woman. Her voice shot up the scale to a squeak. “What did you say?”

“I said you’re very beautiful, and I meant it. I’m also incredibly rude. My name is Jeff Bauer.” He held out his hand.


“My name is Jeff Bauer,” he repeated. “You are Adele Chase? Owner of Hide in Plain Sight?”

She stared at his hand as if it held poison. Then at his eyes, as if she expected the same. She seemed confused when she found none. He hoped his smile looked reassuring. Smiles did not come to him easily. He let his hand drop. “You’re not thinking I’m somebody else?”

“I’m not sure who you are, Mr.…Bauer. Or what your interest is in me.”

“To be honest, my interest is more in your dog. You bred her yourself?”

She smiled tentatively, as if at a private joke. Even that faint expression transformed her from beautiful into a woman who could shake a man’s soul in her teeth. “My parents bred her, actually, but she belongs to me.”

“And her handler? Your…?”

“Brother. Trevor is my brother, and Heidi’s co-owner.” She eyed him cautiously. “Are you a Husky fancier, Mr. Bauer?”

“I’m becoming one.”

"I meant to write a funny story–-werewolf undercover at a dog show–-but low self-esteem and bad body image aren't laughing matters for too many young women. Adele proves strong enough to find her own beauty, and triumphs over the ugliness around her. Confidence breeds beauty, no airbrushing required." ~Pat~

AVAILABLE: Tuesday, February 2nd ~ ~

Plus, take a look at COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham ~ Can a half-werewolf woman, unaware of her wolf nature, come to love the WereCoyote determined to free her wild side and make her his mate? ~ ~


For Western Erotic Romance readers, this is Gem Sivad’s latest release from Liquid Silver Books.

BREED TRUE by Gem Sivad


Half-Apache rancher Grady Hawke owns close to 10,000 acres of water-enriched, Texas grassland.

But as soon as his white father is no longer in control, an Eastern Land Company moves to steal the family ranch, claiming Grady is too Indian to rightfully own Hawks Nest.

Grady decides to apply what he’s learned in mixing different strains of cattle. He needs to find a red-haired woman and breed back to the fair skin and Scottish features of his father. With a white child and wife, he plans to appease his neighbors and out-maneuver the greedy Eastern Consortium of business men who are trying to steal Texas land.

But when Grady meets auburn-haired widow, Julie Fulton, breeding cattle is the last thing on his mind.


NOTE: What about the obvious synchronicity? Yep, *BREED* rules... BREED TRUE by Gem Sivad and BEST OF BREED by Pat Cunningham... *two* of the Kougar’s fave authors.
Meow Wow!



Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~