I seem to be arguing with my muse. She wants to work on anything but writing this week, including a refusal to write blog posts. She wants to do "research." I have found myself googling interesting stuff like "do tigers really have barbed penises?" They do, by the way. You'll be pleased to know that I have decided my tiger shape shifter is not going to be anatomically a cat. I have also searched to see if there's a scientific term for people who have no pupils, no whites in their eyes, and irises the same color as their eyes. No, to all three, at least not that I could find.
Another bit of "research" my muse wanted to do ties back to a rousing discussion a few weeks ago here on Shapeshifter Seductions about slave romance. I decided to see what's out there and found some interesting books. One in particular caught my eye. It's called "
Her Terms," and is written by Amanda Kay. It's about a single woman who mustered her courage to take a solo vacation to Grease, only to be kidnapped my a super sexy rogue who keeps her as a sex slave and teaches her to accept her rightful womanly semtiality. I definitely recommend checking it out if you are interested in that sort of book. The heroine is very easy to relate to and
Ms Kay writes an interesting story. Note of warning, though, it's a tad dark in some places.
Ok, I'm pretty much out of stuff to talk about. Sorry for such a shot post, by my muse wants to go google gray tigers and smoking jackets, for some reason. Have a great rest of the week!
~ Rebecca
12 comments:
A gray tiger shapeshifter who wears a smoking jacket? ~grins~
Heck, my sophisticate Hellhound heroes, Zol and Zin, wear smoking jackets while at leisure in their mountain-cavern, semi-mansion.
No, no. He doesn't wear a smoking jacket. He chooses to wear absolutly nother, ever. He's huge in either form and covered with tattoos and body peircings, both of which show even in his tiger form. The tats show as white lines is his pelt while in half-shift. And he has a fasination with eating gerbils. I have no idea why my muse was interested in smoking jackets yet. I'm sure she'll tell me sooner or later...
Ah... come on, Mr. Nude Gray Tiger with his impressive tattoos and piercings... and hunger for gerbils... well, doesn't he have a softer side? ~just funnin' you~ I know most romance authors cringe at a smoking jacket... but then, Carey Grant and Pierce Brosnan look awesome in them, imo.
No, seriously. He refuses to wear clothing at all. He runs around his master's castle buck naked and threatening to turn people he doesn't like into gerbils because "gerbils smell like food but aren't big enough to bother with. But you'd be big enough to make it worth crunching bones, wouldn't you?" I might add that Jarod is not exactly freindly to anyone but his master and mistress. Them, he'd die for.
Maybe his master wears the smoking jacket. Though I'll warn you, people who wear smoking jackets tend to try to take over the world and say "Mr. Bond" a lot. Either that, or they're Hugh Hefner. Are you sure those are gerbils and not bunnies?
NO! Not the bunnies... or the playboy bunnies... argh!
Wow... I wonder how he and Sergei would get along??? Pay for view, anyone? Talk about a possible grudge match.
Yeah, that is the bad side of smoking jackets... "Evil what's his name" or Hefner... although, Hefner is tame, even intelligent, compared to a lot of porno purveyors. Other than Larry Flint, who has real gumption. ~justmyopinion~
Sergei only kills on assignment, and only fights in self-defense. He's 7 feet tall and scary-looking. Who's going to challenge him?
Okay, granted. How tall is Mr. Gray Tiger? Who just might threaten to turn Sergei into a giant gerbil.
A giant tasty gerbil... all the better to crunch.
"Did you know a cat's penis is sharply barbed along its shaft? I know for a fact the females were not consulted."
-- Castiel
Lions and lionesses sure seem to enjoy themselves... mating happily for hours at a time. Other cat breeds? That I don't know.
So long as Sergi never tries to harm his master and mistress, Jarod would probably leave him alone. He's about six and a half feet tall and built like the sword-weilding knight he was before his mistress turned him into a were-tiger to save his life. I did find out from the google searches that cats of all sizes ovulat on demand and the barbs are natures way of signaling her to ovulate. It doesn't sound fun at all to me. But then, I'm not a cat.
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