Before Dante's Inferno, Saving the Gold

Thursday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 
 
Okay, since I was on an editing roll, this is only the first part of Volcano and Sedona's flash scene -- my hero and heroine in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS.
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Before Dante's Inferno, Saving the Gold

Sedona hovered above the enormous stack of gold bars that formed a pyramid. Her angel wings strained to hold her in position.

She still learned how to use them, how to transfer the ethereal energies to keep her manifested wings strong, flapping for long periods. Closing her eyes for moments, she steadied herself -- and lost mental contact with Volcano.

Even now, her carnal cherub spun through the early night sky above her, torpedoing toward the Annunaki transport craft. More crucial right now, though... Sedona cast her inner eye over the hidden cache of gold.

She made certain the mantle of protection she'd created remained unbroken, preventing those who were sometimes called fallen angels from beaming the bars aboard their cloaked craft.

The pirated gold had been stockpiled inside the mountain cavern by one faction of the new world order. As a divine intervention -- a counterstrike against evil -- she and Volcano phased inside the enormous, artificially lit stronghold.

With their combined power they'd battled and defeated two dragon shapeshifter guards, and a squad of super soldiers. Ultimately, with a point of his finger, Volcano delivered them to an inter-dimensional purgatory.

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Volcano whirled at quantum speed, each rotation faster than the one before. Too late, the dark ones sensed his presence.

Before he speared into the hyper-grav field of their craft, the crew attempted to streak toward their base on the moon, abandoning their gold prize.

Volcano would have allowed the Annunaki to escape, sealed the gold pyramid inside the sacred ethers, and gone disco dancing with his beloved Sedona -- as they'd planned before this sudden mission.

The dark ones' mistake, dispatching two shadow warriors to kick his cherub butt, and drain his vital force. Angelic elixir energies sold for a premium in the intergalactic marketplace.

As the warriors attacked, Volcano reversed his spin quicker than the blink of an eye. With the density of Earth momentarily cracked open, he seized their snapping whips of energy,

He snaked them back around his foes, disabling their rush to capture him, crush him between their huge forms, then put the black-hole squeeze on him.

Transforming the air around him into a tornadic vortex, Volcano sucked off their remaining energy-force, even as he shot upward.

Righteous satisfaction filled him as he bulleted into the craft's propulsion field, causing it to rock like a ship caught in an ocean superstorm. Once the grav-frequencies were discombobulated, and the craft trembled, Volcano allowed the Annunaki leave.

For a moment, he stayed suspended, watching the disc shudder and limp toward the full moon, the Snow Moon high above.

Sedona. Knowing his beloved woman remained safe, Volcano waited for her to commune with him. As he floated back to Earth, he cleared their path for a return flight to the Interspecies Pleasure Club.

Volcano, you've got them on the run. Okay, not running, but escaping like the snake-bellied cowards they are. Meeting you at the entrance.

Falling now, my angel woman. Into your arms.  

Already his superspeed cycle hummed to life. Yet... How about sky-dancing beneath the Snow Moon before we disco down to the beat?

Before we feel the inferno? At Dante's Inferno... perfect, carnal cherub.  

On wings gleaming with starlight and moonlight, his Sedona ascended toward him, despite her weariness.
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~ Have a Magickal Snow Moon Week ~ 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Xanuvvi, Blue Water Dragon

Pic from ~ desktopnexus.com

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

When I learned it was the Chinese Year of the Dragon, and not just any dragon, but what some are calling the Blue Water Dragon, I entered a slight state of shock. Why, you might ask... then again, it may be of no particular interest to you.

Still... here it is. In my 2012 erotic romance fantasy, WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, published on August 13, 2008, there is a secondary character, Dragon Leader, Xanuvvi, who is a blue water dragon.

If you interested in an excerpt from the book that stars Xanuvvi, click on over to TITLE MAGIC.

For today's flash scene, of course, I couldn't resist letting you meet Xanuvvi, Blue Water Dragon Leader, before his appearance in When a Good Angel Falls.
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Xanuvvi, Blue Water Dragon

"Why must you leave our realm?"

Queen Crysuthess spoke in her feminine pouty voice. However, Xanuvvi heard her true concern over his leaving, and her wish they remain lovers.

"You know of my alliance with Earth's angelic guardians, my sweetling." Xanuvvi used the power of his voice to stroke her. "The one called Zerr Dann has contacted recently. His mission is crucial to saving us from the dark siders as well as bringing about the salvation of humanity and Earth."

"It is true those of evil intent have already damaged the dimensional wall between our worlds with their use of death-wave weaponry. The fools," she contemptuously added with a dismissive lift of her shoulder. "And yet, how will you fare? There a few dragonkind remaining."

Xanuvvi caressed a strand of her hair, then twined it around his finger-claw, well knowing his touch would soothe the Queen. "Thessi," he addressed her with his pet name for her, "the gathering has begun. There are already ten Rainbow Dragonicas residing at the great caldera -- singing to alleviate Mother Gai's pain, and balance her forthcoming land changes. They are welcoming my presence."

Her sigh could have caused a path through the sea, it burst out with such keening force. "I know it is a matter of positive fate, Nuvvi. Yet... I depend upon your constant strength and wisdom."

Even though, they were alone, she left unsaid what they'd both come to crave, the impassioned strength of their lust-rolling together. He knew why. Their feelings for each other could never be fulfilled.

She would mature and desire only one of her kind for a mate. While he, having glimpsed his far future, being the magickal beast he was, knew another was destined to be his loving mate.

"If you wish for the force we call Good to ascend, and bring the harmonics of benevolence to our realm, then I must leave, my Thessi. I must use my powers to assist humankind, to assist Zerr Dann in his divine mission."

She didn't speak, and he felt her deep contemplations. Her small hand stroked the clawed hand he'd placed on her lovely little shoulder. "One more night... my Nuvvi. Is that too great a wish?"

His answer was to stroke the back of his claw along the sensitive skin of her neck, as she carnal-adored.

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Spiraling furiously while also whirling the leviathan-sized length of his body, Xanuvvi pierced the dimensional fabric. Since he could not afford to enter the realm of Earth at the thinnest point, the Great Pyramid as it was known in Egypt -- oh, sweet memories of Queen Cleopatra and the grace of her hands upon his scales -- because of what he called the robot-zombie guards of the Illuminatti.

Instead, Xanuvvi penetrated as close to his dragon allies as possible. Forced to hold his breath because of the slime-heavy, sulfurous water of the Yellowstone caldera, he pumped his tail like a rising Loch Ness monster.

Once he finally speared through the boiling nastiness that passed for a form of water, he continued his momentum. Xanuvvi prepared to summon his magick. It had taken the remainder of his physical strength to remain airborne in the dusk, overcast sky.

Even so, he refused to gasp in draughts of the wintry air for two reasons. One, a dragon leader had his pride. Two, despite the utterly ridiculous connection between sulfur and dragons on Earth, he despised the taste of the odiferous mineral, and the thick muck still clung to his muzzle.

Unfurling his wings, Xanuvvi spread them wide to dry the webbing rapidly. A snort of fire from his nostrils would do the job, but that would foil his plan to stay as inconspicuous as possible.

To keep himself aloft, he cast forth a matrix bubble to float within. Getting his bearings, even if he was spotted, was crucial. He wanted to wing with all due haste to the Rainbow's stronghold once he discovered the location.

What, hey! Xanuvvi closed his eyes inhaling wave after delicious wave of the most seductive female scents. Trapped in the heavy moist air, the potent, in-heat perfume responsible for stiffening his breeding staff was being carried on the rising night wind.

But not merely female, no, these mating fragrances belonged to shapeshifter women, most of them wolven. If his nostrils were to be trusted, a whole thriving colony of shapeshifters lived nearby. If his magickal senses were to be believed, there were also many breeds of supernaturals living among them.

Stunned to his fiery watery core, Xanuvvi snapped his eyes open, and stared in that direction. The Rainbows did not expect his immediate presence, and he could mentally commune with their priest -- offer an explanation.

The lure impossible to resist, he aimed his conjured bubble and soon rode a wind-stream toward the colony. Both good and evil, the hero and villain, the drama of the colony played out in the energies he witnessed before his mind's eye.

To his great joy, Xanuvvi also heard the rippling music of a pristine lake, rare on Earth. He could cleanse himself, make a decent appearance, introduce himself to one of his stature. With that end in mind, he sent forth a seeking fire, a frequency that would find the leader, one of the highest nature.

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Seized with the yen to view the night sky, to howl and speak his secrets to the moon, Dante bounded up the spiral staircase that led from the top floor of his new supperclub, the Midnight Stardust, to the small hidden gazebo atop his subterranean club. He'd recently created the romantic setting for him and his beloved Kitty.

She had adored it, and they'd spent precious time together smooching in each other arms, and gazing at the starry midnight sky through the lacing of branches above them. Now, he needed alone moments -- time to let his fur down, or out.

The supperclub had steadily gained in patrons, and the dance lessons were especially popular. Satisfied that all was going smoothly with his customers and crew, Dante stepped outside, and drew in a lungfuls of the cold crisp air.

The next instant, he spun around, his neck hair bristling, sprouting. Dante growled, the warning from the pit of his belly.

The huge dragon standing about thirty feet away smiled benignly, and didn't move. "Shall we introduce ourselves? I am Dragon Leader, Xanuvvi, of the Blue Water species."

His voice boomed yet somehow the timbre matched the sound of the wind.

With his instincts giving quarter, and sensing no immediate danger, Dante eased his stance. "Dante, werewolf. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Perhaps, shapeshifting lessons are in order. Gaining a human form would be of benefit to my mission on Earth. Perhaps also, you can explain why there is such an abundance of delightful feminine fragrances here."

Dante grinned, his confidence returning. "Tell you what, Dragon Leader, if you can reduce your size I'll give you the grand tour."

"Splendid. That I can achieve. Xanuvvi will do as a form of address. May I call you Dante?"

"Yeah, sure thing." Dante watched as Xanuvvi slowly morphed to a far less imposing height. "Hey, how about this Year of the Dragon," he bantered. "Want to fill me in on all the details?"
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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous New Year of the Dragon ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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2013 Celebration... He grabs my waist.

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the recent one year pubbed anniversary of my 2012 Fantasy Erotic Romance Novel, WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS. In a new scene I’ve written Sedona and Volcano, my heroine and hero, celebrate the first day they met, one year later, on December 21, 2013.
Here’s a beginning snippet and if you’d like to read the whole scene click on over to HAPPILY EVER AFTER for my blog ~ Romance and Rooms ~ It’s the open road. It’s the sky. It’s the galaxy.

Sedona felt like a temptress as she leaned forward and hugged Volcano tightly. The shape of his super-cycle seduced her bare thighs while the black celestial leather of his jacket wickedly teased her naked breasts. Somehow the carnal cherub had convinced her to go skinny dipping in the sky.
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Yowza butting-powza, the Bull is back... a hero with a real set of horns and the bold balls to match.
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For the beginning of this bullie woolie tail see my blog ~ ...burning its way through my jeans ~ then, Longest Solar Eclipse... “possessiveness I’ve never known” ~ then, “...sliding up, then down” ~ then, “What a load of bull,” I challenge.
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X-Serial Flash

New Bull in Town

NINETEEN
Before I can’t speak at all, I manage, “I don’t even know your name.”
Then, it hits me, yeah sorta pun intended, like a baseball bat to the head. “Your name isn’t Bull Durham, is it?”
That sends him back an inch, his too-handsome face, that is. Not his bat-like smoldering cock. No, it’s permanently attached its pulsing length to my hip.
‘Swing, batter, swing’ throbs through my head. Oh, god. Where’s Susan Sarandon? She could distract him with that *show off my ankles* full-skirt, with her Southern sultry *I’m available* gaze.
“You don’t look like Susan Sarandon,” he rasps.

TWENTY
The span of his hands settles more firmly around my waist. “You’re much sexier, Shelley. Your brand is much hotter on this bull.”
His thumbs slip beneath my tank top, searing my flesh, yet feeling strangely cool at the same time. “Ever play baseball?” I croak.
“My name is Darius.” His thumbs tease a tiny swathe over my belly while his fingertips stroke the small of my back, certain of my seduction. “I’ll wait for a full introduction, once we’re inside. Once I’ve kissed those sex-kitten lips of yours.”
“Shouldn’t that be bossie-the-cow lips?” I stare at his sin-tempting mouth.
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Shapeshifter lovers, check out CAT NIP. It’s a free read by erotic romance author, Gem Sivad ~ http://gemsivadauthor.blogspot.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 ~ NOW rising on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list.
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HAVE A WONDERFUL SHAPESHIFTING SUMMER

~ 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 ~ coming from Siren-BookStrand
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"...sliding up, then down"

Whew... what a ride this being a romance author is. Once again, I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. Oh, for the ability to shift into my namesake. Bigger mouth, crunching jaws... raorrrrrr... take that, life!
Crunch, munch... yeah, I can promo and write and do lunch... toss it toward my massive jaws in one giant tasty bunch... snarl, snap... rip and tear... gulp, all done and ready for more.
Yeah, true, I could restrict myself more than I do. Pen less blogs. Spend less time promo-ing my books, my blogs. Yet, there’s always that irresistible urge beyond what I’ve already committed to doing... the latest being a prequel scene I wrote for HERO DAYS at Lindsay’s Romantics blog, fondly known as THE PINK BLOG ~ It’s two weeks of us authors presenting our romance novel heroes.
Yeppers, the urge got me. I wanted to know what divine mission, Volcano, my hero in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, accomplished so impressively that he was assigned Earth Mission: 2012 Ominous ~ where my novel begins.
While not a shapeshifter, Volcano does shift in various ways. He has his incorporeal and corporeal form. Plus, he has other shape-changing tricks up his angelic sleeve for use on both material worlds and the etheric worlds.
If you’re curious about Volcano and the other hero blogs, I invite you over to Lindsay’s Romantic blog for a look-see. The romance novel hero is also being celebrated at The Romance Studio’s Summer Event until September 20th.
Also, this is my week to post on the main Romance Studio blog. Wednesday, July 29th, to be exact. I’ve written about the crucial importance of Heroes in this day and age. As an added note, I believe the heroes we create for our stories will become even more important to our readers in the upcoming days, and will have the impact of Camelot and the Knights of the Round Table.
Perhaps, that’s a heavy mantle for some authors to wear. Perhaps, not. Think of it as a personal challenge. What types of heroes inspire you the most? I’m certain those are the very heroes that will inspire your readers.

And... transition here... the Bull is back... a hero with a real set of horns and the bold balls to match.
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For the beginning of this bullie woolie tail see my blog ~ ...burning its way through my jeans ~ then, Longest Solar Eclipse... “possessiveness I’ve never known”
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X-Serial Flash

New Bull in Town

FIFTEEN
Oh, god. Someone, please! Shoot the bull. And I don’t mean ‘shootin’ the bull’ as in having a good ole time.
“Shoot the bull,” I threaten in a thready whisper, my lips parched.
Wham! It’s hits me. The two-by-four to the head. I’ve just given him another sex opening he can use to penetrate my sex opening. Oh, god.
“Spread those soft sinful thighs of yours, Shelley. I’ll shoot the bull.” His cock slides, pressing with a bit more force. “But not before you’re fully and deeply pleasured.”
His passion-roughened voice bolts through my bloodstream. Dang! Hang his hide high.

SIXTEEN
“You can’t keep molesting me,” I scold. “Anyone could show up.”
Heedless of splinters, I clutch the fence post behind me with both hands, so I won’t grab him and jump his handsome naked bones. Or jump on his scorching bone, wrap my legs around him and beg him to take me inside.
Hell, just do it. Take me, I shout inside.
“That’s the advantage of being a bull shifter,” he rasps, “shifting in the nick of time.” He moves an inch closer, his ‘bullhorn’ jabbing my hip with a demanding slow rhythm.
“What a load of bull,” I challenge.
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Shapeshifter lovers, check out CAT NIP. It’s a free read by erotic romance author, Gem Sivad ~ http://gemsivadauthor.blogspot.com ~
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Plus, take a peek at COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham at ~ http://bookstrand.com/product-coyotemoon-14959-330.html ~ NOW rising on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list.
~~~~~~~

HAVE A WONDERFUL SHAPESHIFTING SUMMER

~ 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 ~ coming from Siren-BookStrand
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