She pointed her finger like a dagger at the tall, rogue prince of a man.

Thought I'd share this cute 3D Printed Castle... we all need one, right?

 Minnesotan man builds the world’s first 3D printed concrete castle in his backyard
3ders.org
September 1, 2014
In Minnesota, contractor Andrey Rudenko is currently working on a project of gargantuan proportions that seems to be stretching and exploring the limits of 3D printing technology. Using a printer that was substantially modified and expanded, he has printed a concrete castle in his own backyard. And at 3 by 5 meters, this concrete structure is the world’s first 3D printed concrete castle, and one of the largest objects that has, up till now, ever printed with 3D printing technology. ~3ders.org/articles/20140826-minnesotan-world-first-3d-printed-concrete-castle-in-his-own-backyard.html
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September howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers!

Wow, who can believe it's nearing Autumn time? Hasn't this year just flown by at jet speed?

Anyway, here's the next episode starring Sharra and Jerod. Their flash scene began last week and was titled: She Shot the Triceratops, But She Did Not Shoot the Owner
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She pointed her finger like a dagger at the tall, rogue prince of a man.

Sharra aimed her gun at the ground, and flung her head up at the man's inane question. Granted his voice rolled over her like black velvet and smooth whisky combined, but that hardly dampened the firestorm of anger just waiting to explode at the real culprit, the dino's owner.

"You!" She pointed her finger like a dagger at the tall, rogue prince of a man. Sharra's eyes narrowed to mere slits as she slowly and deliberately approached. "Your despicable pet has been devouring my roses. Every single one of the them." She bit off every word, and swallowed it whole.

"What are you going to do about it?" she demanded, stabbing her finger into the handsome shield that was the man's chest. He wore a chamois like material that defined his impressive muscles and was a rich brown in color.

"Quoff," the man's stern voice, although low, seemed to boom off the walls of his unusual castle... and what a splendiferous structure. A part of Sharra was entranced, even enchanted. Still, not enough to assuage her red-hot fury.

Sharra watched as Quoff's owner pinned the small triceratops with his gaze. "Did you eat the lady's rose blooms?"

If a dinosaur could look sheepish, Quoff achieved it. For an instant, anyway. Rising, the dino lowered his massive head contritely, and ambled on thick legs toward his owner. He placed his horn in the man's open palm in what appeared to Sharra's eye, to be an act of 'I'm sorry'.

But heaven above only knew, she thought sourly. It didn't bring back her fatally consumed roses. Summer was near its end, and with the recent, unseasonable Montana cold snap, well, there'd be no more blooms.

The rogue prince, as Sharra already thought of him, not knowing his name, wrapped his strong, but leanly formed hand around the triceratops' sizeable horn. Given her artist's soul, Sharra couldn't help but notice the beautiful golden-brown color of his skin.

Determined to stop the pet triceratops from further rose-eating misadventures, Sharra tossed her wind-ravaged hair and scowled as formidably as she could when his gaze focused on her face again. Eyes that glinted like diamonds, but shone like a green-gray ocean during sunset, fully met her ready glare.

"I must apologize," he paused, his gaze briefly roaming over her face. "I keep a garden of rose bushes specifically for my pets. Perhaps, it is not enough."

"Evidently not." Sharra cast her gaze down at Quoff, who merely blinked. The somewhat cute -- she begrudgingly admitted -- dino hadn't moved. Maybe because of his owner's firm grip on his horn. She had no clue who was physically stronger. Clearly, the rogue prince was no ordinary human. Yet her sixth sense gave her no clue what he was in the realm of all possible humans on Earth.

"May I know your name?" he asked disarmingly. With a slight click of his heels, he announced, "I am Zerod. House of the Dawn Vhonguard."

"Sharra," she blasted at him, then planted her fists on her hips, her gun riding one of them. "In the future I suggest you keep a closer watch on your pet. Or I may be forced to take measures neither you or he will like."

"The deployment of magick, may I assume?" He raised a dark brow.

"Yes," she snapped. "Given this gun is obviously useless against your pet's dinosaur hide."

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Lost in the woman's deep turquoise eyes that held fiery glints of gold, Zerod concentrated on keeping his tongue working well enough to speak. And by the gods! he wanted his mouth searing hers with kiss after kiss. With a mental groan, he stomped down the other lusty images of what he wanted to do once the Sharra decorated his bed.

"Quoff has a hard head and a tougher hide, true," he offered. "If you'll tell me the variety of rose he has been dining on I'll have the castle gardener include it." 

"Better," the gorgeous witch softened her glare, but her tone was pure acid, "if you'll send your gardener to my cottage, I'll provide cuttings." She glanced down at Quoff. "Anything to stop his plunder. You ate the last one, didn't you, you bad beast."

Zerod watched his pet roll an eye at her, then quickly fasten his gaze on him again. "Of course, Sharra, if you'll give me directions."

"Just put Quoff here, on a titanium chain, then follow." Her fire-devouring gaze met his again. "I'm certain he knows the way."

Tell you the way, his pet quickly mind-spoke.

"Perhaps, I can think of a way for Quoff to do proper penitence on your behalf."

The gorgeous witch with Celtic-beautiful features quirked a doubtful brow. "Why is he running around anyway? Out in the open? Not like surveillance satellites aren't everywhere in this day and age."

"A tiny secret. His hide reflects in a manner that makes him invisible to electronic spying." Zerod grinned in a way some described as 'cocky', even as he observed understanding dawn on Sharra's face. "Similar to Quoff, doesn't your unicorn's horn shield you?"

"Granted. That's true, since you already know." Sharra took a step back, as if preparing to jump astride her black unicorn, and leave. "But why are you letting him off-leash, so to speak. Only the Goddess knows what other trouble he's caused."

"Quoff keeps watch over who comes and goes. Vital for protecting my people and our animals. However, he has overstepped his boundaries, and will be disciplined."

His pet's squeaky grunt of protest caused Zerod to frown and give him a reprimanding look. Not for long. He rapidly gazed back at the witch who had his loins in a savage twist of need. By the gods, he wanted her.

"Discipline, that's good. I'll just be on my way." Sharra backed toward her unicorn who snacked on the leaves of the ancient berry bush, one equines of all types adored, and why it had been planted near the drawbridge. "I've already warned you about what will happen if Quoff raids my garden and chomps down any more of my roses."  

"Would you care for a tour of my rose garden?" Zerod fired the only verbal arrow he had left in his quiver.

"Another time, perhaps," she began, continuing to move backward.

About to spin around and mount her unicorn, he watched Sharra throw her head back gazing into the early afternoon sky. Seconds later, an enormous shadow crossed his grounds, the wingspan so huge, Zerod released Quoff's horn fast, and instinctively seized hold of Sharra to protect her.

"Oh no," she breathed out, not fighting his hold. Almost frozen against him, she uttered, "We're all in danger."

TO BE CONTINUED... maybe...

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ...

Savanna 

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Horse Whispering Witch

Halloween-anticipating howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Really, can you believe it? The middle of October already. Autumn colors are just now making their appearance in my neck of the woods. And the air is crisper... and it's finally raining, a beautiful rain soaking into the land.

A bit of promo-ing here. We'll be participating in a Halloween blog hop, so be on the lookout for spooktacular fun and prizes.

Okay, Pat got me in the mood to write a flash scene with a horse shapeshifter. And it is the season of the witch, after all.

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Horse Whispering Witch

The nearly full moon blazed high in the midnight sky, an unnatural light to Sibelle's knowledgeable eye. Alarm chilled her blood. Gently pulling on the reins she halted the magnificent, pale gold stallion she rode.

As she studied the moon's strange radiance, the voluminous hood of her long black cloak slipped from her head. Sibelle carefully sent out tendrils of psi energy. No use in being discovered by dangerous entities who were psychically advanced.

She'd recently moved to Talbot's Peak, Montana escaping the clutches of a particularly brutal warlock who ruled over a so-called black project at the infamous Area 51.

Entranced by the incandescent beauty of the moon yet repulsed by what she sensed, Sibelle watched the images crossing before her mind's eye. Disturbed at a deep level, she stopped the flow, murmuring,  "Illumined by the plasma light of a space fleet."

'The enemy has arrived,' Zharkol whispered inside her mind, as was his way when in horse form. 'How many ships would you say?'

"Fifty by the brightness of the moon's surface," Sibelle spoke in the whispery singsong voice she'd used to tame Zharkol so very long ago. His shapeshifter kind were notoriously difficult to approach, having been misused by many supernatural races over the centuries.

"The Izquot are not ready to attack. They wait on the arrival of a powerful leader. Do you concur?" Sibelle smoothed her hand over the proud crest of Zharkol's neck, his satiny coat sensually pleasing her as always.

'Your hand excites me, love.' Zharkol pawed the ground, his strength rippling beneath her -- exciting her, trembling her thighs. 'Yes,' his mental voice deepened, 'I am in agreement. They wait for now. The gathering of the Protector Force around Earth also keeps their ships moored on the moon.'

"We can make no move right now, my stud. Our pleasures await." Sibelle took up the reins and tightened her legs.

Zharkol shook his head, his pale-as-moonlight mane flying. He leapt forward prancing his steps in the way she adored. Sibelle melodically crooned to her stallion. As strong as lightning the frequency of her voice branched through him. 

The magickal connection between them sizzled Sibelle. She leaned forward and Zharkol lengthened his stride until he galloped, his hooves a steady drumbeat over the woodland trail they favored.

The cold night air streamed over her face, the wind whipping the loose strands of her long hair. Securely wrapped in her cloak, the autumn chill didn't touch the rest of her body.

The moment Zharkol slowed his pace then trotted within the small clearing, Sibelle swung her leg over his back and leaped to forest floor. She whirled in a dance celebrating all that was Nature.

Moonbeams caressed her spirit despite the hostile occupying force on the moon. Sibelle drew in large breaths of the pine-scented air as she continued slowly spinning, as she waited for him to morph, and come to her as a man.

At the sound of his footfalls a flare of wild heat possessed her, then a passion so intense she became lightheaded. Sibelle faced him allowing her cloak to flow from her.

The garment fell onto the carpet of freshly fallen leaves, revealing her naked body. His gaze feasted on her as he approached. "My stallion man," she whispery sang.

In one step he was before her crushing her against his stud-hard muscles, against the aroused strength of his cock. His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that consumed her, took her, owned her soul.

The raw current of desire flashing between them heightened as he lifted her so her feet dangled... as he continued kissing her with a passionate ferocity that went straight to her heart, her oh-so abused and damaged heart.  

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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ Magick: Call Forth the Thunderbeat

With the powerful forces of Halloween rising, I thought I’d share a snippet-excerpt of Kandace, my heroine, as she casts forth her magick to defeat her enemies -- thirteen evil sorceresses from another world.
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Chapter Twenty-Seven:
Call Forth the Thunderbeat

Kandace closed her eyes, seeking the exact words to cast her spell of destruction. Mother, I need you.

Torrents of starry energy traveled through her, as if her very blood had been transmuted. Raising their hands high, Kandace waited until the words formed before her mind’s eye.

Shrieks of triumph sliced the air toward Kandace. “Daughter of Affrony, as our slave, you will behave. The black power of our will conquers your pitiful—”

Simultaneously, Zin and Zol’s force spewed inside her as if a giant volcano erupted. Kandace floated, her force barely contained by her flesh. When her feet dangled above the loft floor, the sorceress’s chant stopped.

“Quevj.” Kandace heard her voice boom. “I call upon the four sacred winds.

“The East Wind of the Beginning.
“The South Wind of the Sowing.
“The West Wind of the Completion.
“The North Wind of the Restoration.
“Your evil is swept from this world forever.
“By the power of Good, you return never.”

Blasts of wind buffeted Kandace as the sorceresses screamed a cacophony of curses. Keeping her eyes closed, Kandace focused, then chanted, “Quevj, I call upon the precious waters.
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Blurb ~

Kandace doesn’t know why she’s a real witch. Despite her powers, she can’t find her bio parents. When the Tuxedo Twins tempt her with knowledge about her heritage at a charity event, Kandace agrees to dance with the mysterious Supernaturals. Unexpectedly, they are threatened by the omnipresent evil she’s been warned about in her dreams. To keep from being enslaved, Kandace brings forth her greater magick. But, to save her homeworld, she needs her hellhounds.

Zolivar and Zindale, two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds, see a witch sliding down the bannister after her heist of a painting. Spellbound, they know they’ve found just the right Kandy Apple to lick for Halloween. With every passion, Zin and Zol woo their chosen witch. Yet, will their Triad mate stay once she learns they can’t fall in love like humans? Or, will she return to her homeworld? Their very lives are at stake.
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SEXCERPT and Ebook available at ~ bookstrand.com/kandy-apple-and-her-hellhounds ~ NOW IN PRINT for HALLOWEEN at the usual vendors.
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Have a Magickal Season of the Witch!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Six Sentence Sunday ~ Spooky little girl like you

From my latest release ~ KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS

This 'six' is from the scene where Kandace meets Zol and Zin
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“I think I’d rather get to know a spooky little girl like you.”

Kandace jumped inside, startled by his bold come-on. “Spooky. Isn’t that a song lyric?” From the corner of her eye, she watched the other twin join them. Uh-oh, she’d just become the filling for a man sandwich. At least, they appeared to be men, given those high-rise bulges they both sported.
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NOW In Print for Halloween at the usual vendors. Ebook available at ~ bookstrand.com/kandy-apple-and-her-hellhounds
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Have a Magickal Six Sentence Day!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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~~~ Find out more about Six Sentence Sunday at ~ sixsunday.com ~~~
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Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ In Print for Halloween ~

It is the season of the witch, the season for my shapeshifting hellhounds, Zin and Zol.

Halloween is already reaching out with foggy entrapping tendrils. Yes, I can feel it, which is one reason I wrote my witch erotic romance, Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds, and currently have several Samhain-inspired WIPs.

My love affair with witches began with Samantha from the original TV series, Bewitched. Oh yes, I coveted her powers. After all, what fun-excitement that would be! A snap of your fingers and your room is clean, the chores done. A twitch of your nose and there’s the dress of your dreams.

You could right every wrong. Help others. Oh, the power was a heady fantasy.

However, more than her witchly magick, I simply adored who the character, Samantha, was as a woman -- the exception being whenever she cowtowed to her husband, typical for that time period.

And, yes, I even learned how to twitch my nose. Of course, not nearly as wonderfully as the actress, Elizabeth Montgomery, who played the beautiful real witch.

To be honest, despite all the Halloween ad hype I grew up with as a kid in the fifties -- where witches were portrayed as ugly evil creatures, often covered by warts because they handled frogs -- ya know what, I never bought into that view of witches.

I thought it was kinda ridiculous. Silly, even boring. No, some part of me never did believe or get onboard with that horror-spooky, broomstick ride. The only witch who ever spooked me as a kid was the Wicked Witch of the West in the “Wizard of Oz”.

Once the ‘beautiful witch’ arrived on the cultural scene... then when I learned about witches as women of the craft -- women who performed magickal rituals in accordance with nature to bring about a desired result -- well, I tingled. I resonated. And, I knew.

In that deep still part of me I knew, and that’s what rang true.

So, of course, it became irresistible -- the urge to write my own real witch heroine, my Kandy Apple. Yes, that’s her nickname, especially around Halloween. She adores wearing red, and has a riotous mane of red hair.
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Here’s the scene where Kandace meets the Hellhounds, Zin and Zol.

Excerpt ~

Determined to ignore the heebie-jeebies, she gave her hair a toss. Kandace knew they weren’t fully human. What they were, she hadn’t discovered, so far. She stayed out of their social orbit and kept her distance.

Oh, she’d made discreet inquiries, all right. However, whoever she gabbed with would end up smirking, then give her that knowing look. Yeah, right, she wanted to jump the twins’ Remington Steele-elegant bones.

Okay, true, the old TV show, starring Pierce Brosnan, remained one of her guilty pleasures. Kandace dipped her tongue tip in her drink, scooping out a taste. Maybe if she knew what freakin’ dimension, planet, whatever, the Alien Tuxedo Twins hailed from she’d be interested in one of them. Maybe.

The only reason she inquired about the women in their lives was so she could politely interrogate them. However, Zol and Zin, as they were known, had been exceptionally discreet in their conquests. It’d been like pulling hen’s teeth with slick pliers—still, Kandace had gathered five names.

She’d made it a priority to speak with those women. Not one of them revealed anything of any consequence, and the dreamy smiles on their faces had quickly become too annoying. Even when she’d performed a gentle exploration of the women’s minds—nothing, except the sound of satisfied moans. Whoever the two peas in a pod were, they had the ability to keep an individual’s memory shielded, or some power she didn’t comprehend.

As Kandace admitted to whoever asked, she considered Zol and Zin to be living works of art. Whenever she caught sight of them at various artists’ events, a swoony thrill always raced her heart. Yep, fantastic to look at and admire, but that’s all.

Now, though, she had a whole new problem, other than keeping herself safe from the roaming security teams. The Alien Tuxedo Twins had been able to see her, despite her invisibility shield.

True, they didn’t seem overly eager to make her aware they knew about her witchy ability. Still, who the hell were they? What were they?

And did she need to be afraid of them?

To that end, Kandace sauntered ever closer.

“Might as well face the bad guys, if they are, and get it over with.” She whispered the words against the rim of her glass. Taking a sip, Kandace decided against an exploratory thought-form.

If they could see past her magic, they could probably stop her psi search of their minds, and would know she was onto their paranormal abilities.

Kandace strolled before some artist’s attempt to fuse Picasso’s style with the voluptuous fantasy art of Boris Vallejo. Blinking several times, she stared at the horror of high strangeness.

The twin wearing the evening suit sidled next to her as if he merely examined the painting.
“Definitely not my cup of artistic tea,” she commented. “What do you think?”

“I think I’d rather get to know a spooky little girl like you.”

Kandace jumped inside, startled by his bold come-on. “Spooky. Isn’t that a song lyric?”
From the corner of her eye, she watched the other twin join them. Uh-oh, she’d just become the filling for a man sandwich. At least, they appeared to be men, given those high-rise bulges they both sported.

For her?

Certainly, they smelled like real men. Despite the expensive cologne that clung subtly to both of them, their virility slammed into her nostrils and reminded her a bit of her uncle’s Rottweiler dogs.

Damn! No wonder some women fell in a drooling heap at their well-shod feet.

Kandace tipped up a large swallow of her drink. Her throat had suddenly become a desert, and her traitorous hormones began to beg.

Okay, she was a witch. She could handle this. Whatever this exactly was.

“Yes, it is a song lyric. Shall I sing the tune for you?”

Mr. Evening Suit asked in the smoothest yet sexiest voice she’d heard since Cary Grant. Kandace knew because her sister had watched all of the suave actor’s movies during her girlhood crush on him.

Intrigued by what he would actually do, Kandace flirtatiously angled her shoulders toward him. “Please.”

“In the cool of the evening,” he crooned, “when everything is getting kind of groovy, I call you up and ask you if you want to go and see a movie.”

Geez and tease her, Mr. Evening Suit’s sun-bronzed features were classically handsome, even more so, up this close and personal. Kandace avoided looking at his slightly wavy dark hair, perfectly groomed, of course. She had a thing when it came to a man’s hair. She wanted to wildly run her fingers through and not stop.

“First you say no,” the other twin sang, smooth as velvet, “you've got some plans for the night, and then you stop, and say, all right.”

Kandace did make a tactical error, though. She met his gaze, instantly losing herself in his coffee-colored eyes, illumined by flame. So it appeared.

“Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you,” they sang in stereo.

Feeling halfway seduced, Kandace saluted with her glass. “That’s good. But a girl can only take so much from a pair of womanizers like you.”

“Womanizer?” the Tuxedo Twin inquired. “Do you mean as in a libertine or wolf?”

“Exactly. Quaint reference, libertine. You two aren’t time travelers, are you?” Kandace hoped her voice sounded lighthearted, joking. It was hard to tell, given their mighty testosterone effect on her.

For a brief moment, they glanced at each other, easy to do since they towered above her. Tiny golden vibrations emanated from their foreheads and Kandace wondered exactly how telepathic they were.

“We’re not time travelers by common definition,” the evening suit twin answered.

“But, you do travel through time,” Kandace persisted. Why not? If they knew about her, why shouldn’t she know about them?

She took a nervous sip, but hardly tasted her drink.

Again, the twins trained their gazes on each other for a bare instant.

“We have. However, not by our own power, little witch.” Mr. Tuxedo’s sexy croon had her shifting toward him.

“Witch. You say that as if you believe I am an actual witch.”

Probably not smart, calling them out so soon, especially when I’m sandwiched between them. And just how did they time travel? Kandace frowned mentally.

“You are.” They spoke as one, freaking her out and tingling her spine. It felt like a tray of ice cubes slid down it.
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Blurb ~

Kandace doesn’t know why she’s a real witch. Despite her powers, she can’t find her bio parents. When the Tuxedo Twins tempt her with knowledge about her heritage at a charity event, Kandace agrees to dance with the mysterious Supernaturals. Unexpectedly, they are threatened by the omnipresent evil she’s been warned about in her dreams. To keep from being enslaved, Kandace brings forth her greater magick. But, to save her homeworld, she needs her hellhounds.

Zolivar and Zindale, two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds, see a witch sliding down the bannister after her heist of a painting. Spellbound, they know they’ve found just the right Kandy Apple to lick for Halloween. With every passion, Zin and Zol woo their chosen witch. Yet, will their Triad mate stay once she learns they can’t fall in love like humans? Or, will she return to her homeworld? Their very lives are at stake.
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Available at ~ bookstrand.com/kandy-apple-and-her-hellhounds ~ and the usual ebook and print vendors.
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Have a Magickal Witchy October!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Six Sentence Sunday ~ Hellhound Passion

This ‘six’ is from my latest release ~

KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS


“Red as sin and cherries, brother.”

Kandace quivered inside. She felt her pussy folds swell in anticipation, an ultra sexy sensation. Unexpectedly, his tongue tip probed her slit. The gentle exploration sent a jolt of ecstasy through her mound.

“More,” she whispered.
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Have a Magickal Six Sentence Day!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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~~~ Find out more about Six Sentence Sunday at ~ sixsunday.com ~~~

Finally... Release the Hellhounds!

Howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. Today is the magickal day. KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS is available at Siren-BookStrand.

Since there’s already a Sexcerpt posted on the buy page, I thought I’d share a portion of two scenes where Zol and Zin are hellhounds on a mission.
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Excerpt ~

Minutes later, Zol pulled into the darkened parking lot of an empty building. Blanking the camera screen, he hid the Twilight Mirage behind the fence-enclosed trash container.

He and Zin rapidly exited and disrobed. At the same time, they observed their prey as if he starred in a holo program.

Attired in a skeleton Halloween costume overlaid with biker regalia, the wiry-built man stealthily slipped out the back door of Porky’s Pub. Similar to a humanoid weasel, he moved behind one of the few cars, then positioned himself to attack.

Sent by a secret subgroup of the Council on Foreign Relations, the dark-side agent waited for the leader of the pack, Wolf Fang. A giant barrel of a man, he led one of the largest biker gangs on the West Coast. Several times he and his gang had destroyed the supply lines used to smuggle heroin over the Mexican border by the CFR’s operatives.

For centuries, drug money had provided the bankster-gangster globalists, controllers of the CFR, with the financial power to gain and keep world dominion. Wolf Fang had taken a bite out of their drug-running empire. He was a marked man in two ways. One would cost him his life, the other his reputation.

Not strictly human, the CFR agent was known as a chameleon blood drinker. One taste of his victim’s blood, and he could transform into an exact physical copy.

The evil catch was he also retained certain abilities, one of them being mind control. With the charismatic hypnotism made infamous by Charles Manson, the chameleon agent planned to turn Wolf Fang’s gang into Nazi skinheads, using them to wreak bloodthirsty havoc on the border.

Once they stood side-by-side, Zol merged completely with Zin. Locking their supernatural gazes on their target, they launched forward, phasing to hellhounds.

As they raced in perfect tandem over the adjoining parking lot, their internal flames roared and scorched their hides to invincible. Beneath their fiery paws, the asphalt melted into gooey tar until they skimmed at blur speed over the surface.

Raw volatile power poured through them as they sighted the chameleon agent. He crept along the side of the car. Rising beside the hood, he flailed his arms like a crazed skeleton, intent on gaining the attention of Wolf Fang and his pack as they departed Porky’s Pub.

“Oooh, watch out!” one of the gang mocked. “It’s the attack of Skeleton Biker Dude.”

Several of the pack members hooted with laughter. All of them flashed knives, except Wolf Fang. Halting, he stood his ground and gestured for them to wait behind him.

“Ain’t you that little coward that tried to take a peek at my dick when I was honoring the porcelain?” Wolf Fang eyed the CFR agent as if he planned on tearing him limb from limb. “I smashed your ugly pie hole with the stall door.”

Moving like a zombie controlled by a demented master, the agent gradually walked in the direction of the Hercules-muscled leader.

“I don’t give a stinky crap how pickled your gray matter is,” Wolf Fang snarled. “My fist is waiting to make mush out of that prick face of yours.”

Hellbeasts on a mission, Zol and Zin spiked their flames along the ridge of their backs and sprang high. Blazing their eyes to the red brilliance of Vulcan’s forge whenever he created weapons of power, they soared in a straight path toward Wolf Fang.

He froze in his tracks, his terror bulging his eyes to the size of ping pong balls.
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Excerpt Setup: This is the first time Kandy has seen Zin and Zol as hellhounds.

...With her being saturated by the vibration of her hellhounds, Kandace mentally asked about their current location as if they conversed. Quicker than she could think, she zipped somewhere, as if she belly-surfaced atop a high velocity wind.

Halting rapidly, she took a moment to rally her magickal forces. Kandace realized she hovered above the ground and mind-gazed downward.

Spotlighted by the parking lot’s pole light, Harley motorcycles gleamed. Staring at several rows of the mechanical horses waiting obediently for their riders, she saw them. Hellhounds.

Goddess!

Two black brute beasts she could never have conjured up in her imagination launched forward. So perfectly did they mirror each other, they appeared to be one demonic canine monster. Dragon-like scales blazed along their backs.

Seeing their four neon red eyes sent a shockwave through her system. Their eyes were as enormous as headlights on a car, and Kandace swore she witnessed the eternal fires of damnation rage in their depths.

Too staggered to shiver, her gaze shot toward whoever they soared through the air to attack. Believing it to be the bear-colossal biker with his ruthless looking gang, she mentally jerked back as they landed on the smallish man who had been approaching the bikers with a slow stilted gait.

Paralyzed with fear, no one in the big tough biker gang moved. Kandace understood. Immobile herself, her etheric heart in her throat, she watched the hellbeasts separate from each other.

Resembling a cross between hunks of fiery lava and gargantuan Rottweiler dogs, they took turns grabbing, then shaking their prey mercilessly. In a futile attempt to escape, he flailed like an animated mannequin.
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Have a Magickal Shapeshifting Day!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Hellhound and Witch Cover Art, then Six-Six...

Yes, it’s finally here, shapeshifter lovers... and if you haven’t gotten a glimpse yet, here’s my cover art for KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS, thanks to the bedazzling artistry of Amanda Kelsey of ~ razzdazzdesign.com ~

Blurb ~

Kandace doesn’t know why she’s a real witch. Despite her powers, she can’t find her bio parents. When the Tuxedo Twins tempt her with knowledge about her heritage at a charity event, Kandace agrees to dance with the mysterious Supernaturals. Unexpectedly, they are threatened by the omnipresent evil she’s been warned about in her dreams. To keep from being enslaved, Kandace brings forth her greater magick. But, to save her homeworld, she needs her hellhounds.

Zolivar and Zindale, two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds, see a witch sliding down the bannister after her heist of a painting. Spellbound, they know they’ve found just the right Kandy Apple to lick for Halloween. With every passion, Zin and Zol woo their chosen witch. Yet, will their Triad mate stay once she learns they can’t fall in love like humans? Or, will she return to her homeworld? Their very lives are at stake.
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Six, Six... but not 666...

My heroes, Zol and Zin, are fiery, deadly beasts from the Underworld. Hellhounds. However, while they are shifted into their human form, they prefer to be gentleman in the style of Cary Grant and Remington Steele ~ the character played by Pierce Brosnan. Kandy, their witch heroine, is fond of calling them her gentlemen hellbeasts.
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Here’s the first SIX sentences from the first SIX chapters ~

Chapter One:
Zolivar and Zindale

August 14, 2009

“Ready to unleash your inner being?” Zol asked his twin. Utterly naked, he pulled off his gold and onyx signet ring, twirled it once on his finger, then slid it inside his tuxedo pants pocket.

Zin stripped off his dress pants and tossed them inside their black sports car, affectionately known as the Twilight Mirage. He shut the door with a neat twist of his wrist. “I’m releasing my inner beast,” he returned with dry amusement.

Standing side by side, they traveled their supernatural gazes over the Mojave Desert’s moonlit landscape.
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Chapter Two:
Kandace Sylvia Winter

October 30, 2009

Kandace halted part way up the long curving staircase. “Lightball,” she whispered. Instantly, the luminous blue sphere she’d imaged before her third eye appeared.

Floating ahead of her, the blue ball guided her steps as she mounted the stairs. Kandace hoped her lightball wasn’t noticed by anyone attending the high society charity event, since it provided enough illumination for the darkened upper level.

Kandace sensed the man standing on the top landing of the stairway before she saw him.
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Chapter Three:
Ménage à Trois Red

Zin watched the witch slide down the grand staircase’s banister.

“Look at that,” he uttered, his gaze riveted by her perky peach-shaped ass. Covered only by the black silky material of her pantyhose, it was a temptation beyond compare.

“An arousing sight, indeed, as proven by the tight fit of my pants.” Zol particularly appreciated the small witch’s legs as she athletically flung them, maneuvering off the banister. “Gorgeous gams, slim and curvaceous.”
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Chapter Four:
Alien Tuxedo Twins

Kandace sipped on her ice-whipped drink. Flavored with apple liqueur and apple cider, it was her own recipe for a Candy Apple. Not only did she relish the taste, the color matched her dress.

Besides, she definitely needed the alcohol for her frayed nerves. Not because of her theft, no -- the Alien Tuxedo Twins, as she thought of them, had her spooked but good. Shivers cascaded through her as she glanced their way.
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Chapter Five:
Where is this Enduoir Prime?

“It will be my distinct pleasure.”

Zol couldn’t recall ever desiring the touch of a woman’s hand more, certainly not with this savage intensity. Speculation, wariness glinted within her bewitching indigo eyes, more appropriately described as shimmering orbs of cobalt blue and purple.

She approached him like a slow-motion scene, and when her hand alighted on his, Zol softly winged inside.

“If you don’t tell me, remember, I am wearing spiked heels.” She scowled formidably.
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Chapter Six:
Spellbound Hounds

Zin tasted the candy apple drink he’d purchased for himself out of rabid curiosity. Waiting on the edge of the ballroom floor, he watched his twin masterfully handle their lovely Kandy Apple. As the two of them spoke about her heritage, Zol enticed her closer.

So far, his brother mind-sent the words between him and the gorgeous witch.

As he drank, the icy apple-tart concoction interested Zin’s taste buds. Though, given the torrid state of his loins, he fantasized about pouring it on his nether column, then feeling the little laps of her tongue.
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Coming soon from Siren-BookStrand ~ Ebook release is scheduled for August 2011. Print release is currently scheduled for December 2011.
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Have a Magickal Shapeshifting Day!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Six Sentence Sunday ~ Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds

Chapter One:
Zolivar and Zindale

August 14, 2009

“Ready to unleash your inner being?” Zol asked his twin. Utterly naked, he pulled off his gold and onyx signet ring, twirled it once on his finger, then slid it inside his tuxedo pants pocket.

Zin stripped off his dress pants and tossed them inside their black sports car, affectionately known as the Twilight Mirage. He shut the door with a neat twist of his wrist. “I’m releasing my inner beast,” he returned with dry amusement.

Standing side by side, they traveled their supernatural gazes over the Mojave Desert’s moonlit landscape.
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Coming from Siren-BookStrand ~ Ebook release is scheduled for August 2011. Print release is currently scheduled for December 2011.
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Have a Magickal Six Sentence Day!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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~~~ Find out more about Six Sentence Sunday at ~ sixsunday.com ~~~

Going into the darkness...

Pic from ~ 123nonstop.com ~

Mist-howling hello, shapeshifter lovers... ghosts, ghouls and goblins... don’t forget ALL the creatures of the night. They certainly won’t forget you during this time of the year... when portals open and the veil parts... when the Earth becomes their trick-or-treat playground... or as some would have you believe... their feeding ground.

Admittedly spooky tales were never my thing growing up, even though I’ve always felt a calling for all things *living* in the paranormal realm. One terribly nasty nightmare was enough for me after watching the Twilight Zone as a kid. Besides, I’ve always been squeamish around blood.

So, it’s somewhat of a surprise to me, how much I’ve embraced the shadow these past several years. As an author I’ve entered the creepy deep shadows of Halloween more and more. One reason is because Werewolves, Vampires and other Beasties have entered romance-landia as alpha heroes and as powerful heroines.

Another reason is because I feel and sense the subtle energies of Samhain as I never have before. This is happening for many of us as we move further into the Age of Aquarius. IMO, this brings about a ‘soul need’, a ‘deep yearning’ for all the paranormal romance subgenres ~ with more to arrive hydra-style.

Often, *those* supposedly in the know, within the romance novel industry, predict the end of the paranormal genres, the end of the things-that-go-bump-in-the-night trend. They say that it’s back to contemporary romance ‘without’ all the woo-woo elements.

Maybe so. But, I haven’t seen evidence of it. That’s not to say there aren’t a lot of readers who prefer those romances, but there’s sure a heck of a lot who want ‘paranormals’. From what I’m observing currently, as far as comments from readers, they want their sexy alpha Werewolves and their hot seductive Vampires. And every spin-off breed of human/creature the imagination can conjure and create as romantic, passionate and/or erotic.

This is a good thing for me. As a writer I’ve been *going into the darkness* this past week. Into the darkness and isolation of my writing cave and into the Halloween magickal darkness of my current WIP.

Yep, happily and ‘knock on wood’ my penning will continue on a relatively smooth track, since my witchy erotic romance, Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds, has reached a crescendo. With her most dangerous enemies defeated and now claimed by the Underworld, my heroine is about to be faced with a heart-wrenching choice. But then, the fate of Earth depends on it. Hey, no surprise, as Buffy, the vampire slayer knows, evil has been a relentless force.
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To get you in even more of a Halloween mood and because I adore my black cat girl, Sable Kiki, here’s a bad-witch excerpt from Halloween erotic romance, BLACK CAT BEAUTY.

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.”
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~ HAPPY AUTUMN SHAPESHIFTING ~

Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~