Finally! ShapeShifter Seductions Presents

Springing toward Spring howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Finally, after a long day... after miles and miles of roadblocks, my erotic romance menage, which is also my first ShapeShifter Seductions Presents novel, HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS, has been e-published at Smashwords. 

Later, I'll e-publish a Kindle version. Hopefully all will go okay... please, oh please.  I also plan to e-publish at AllRomanceebooks.

So... here's the blurb and a description...
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Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

by

Savanna Kougar


ShapeShifter Seductions Presents:

An Erotic Romance Menage Novel


A woman desperate to save herself and her prize horses.
Two shapeshifter cowboys who want her as their woman.

When Zance, a timber wolf shifter,
and Dontoya, a black cougar shifter,
find Sherilyn dying due to a reckless driver,
there is only one way to bring her back to life.
But, that's only the beginning...  

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Warning: Get ready for a helluva ride in and out of the bedroom. This novel contains lots of tender and fierce erotic lovin'. There are bad guys on the trail of the heroine, a sorceress who won't take no for an answer, and a horror-movie showdown. The finale: New Year's Eve at the grand opening of the Midnight Stardust Supperclub.

Beware, Danger Ahead! Shapeshifter violence, guns, and dark magick are involved.

The cast of secondary characters includes an alpha werewolf, shapeshifters of many types and stripes -- a sprinkling of other supernatural beings/creatures -- and a palomino stallion. Oh, and at least, one human.

Please note: This is an M/F/M menage love story, where pleasuring the heroine is the sole focus of the two heroes. There is 'no' sexual relationship or touching between the two men. This book also contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable. That is, menage fun and fantasy scenarios, and backdoor play/intercourse.
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And, here's the longer blurb...

Sherilyn hides out on her small ranch near the odd town of Talbot's Peak, Montana, determined to save her prize horses from being stolen. She has no time for men. Besides she's been down that heartbreak road one too many times. The hitch: she didn't bargain on two shapeshifter cowboys who decide she belongs to them.

Zance, a timber wolf shifter, and Dontoya, a rare black cougar shifter, are longtime pardners. Having built up their immense ranch in the supernaturals community, they've settled into a cattleman's lifestyle. Now they've finally found the one woman they both want as their mate.
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Whew! That's all there is from me on this post. I did have an idea for a flash scene based on Pat's read-a-romance-novel flash scene from yesterday. But that will have to wait.
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~ Have a Magickal Springtime Week ~ 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

HAPPY NEW YEAR! ~ Preview of Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

New Year 2013 greetings, shapeshifter lovers.

I'm debuting my cover art...finally! And, for your enjoyment here's a recently edited *X-RATED* chapter from my very first SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS erotic romance novel.

Blurblet ~

COMING SOON ~ A woman desperate to save herself and her prize horses. Two shapeshifter cowboys who have decided she is their one woman. That's only the beginning...
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Chapter Seventeen:
Sherilyn almost believed she dreamed.

Sherilyn almost believed she dreamed. Dontoya thrust inside her pussy, his cock so powerful, she shivered inside. Never had she felt so much like a woman.

He forced her pussy walls to stretch, to take his thick cock as he tenderly plunged deeper. Sherilyn had never enjoyed sex more.

She keened moans of pure pleasure as Dontoya possessed her with a dominance natural to him--obvious in every move he made, obvious in the languid prowess of his body against hers.

Never had she wanted to give herself more to a man.

Dontoya not only took her with his big bold cock, but handled her with care, both emotionally and physically. Her heart swelled with gratitude, and Sherilyn hoped like hell he would continue caring for her this way.

Dontoya, she sang inside her mind. God help her, but the feel of his fine, fine ass was driving her insane with lust. She undulated, matching his slow primal strikes inside her.

"Easy, darlin'," he hoarsely whispered. "Let me do the work this time."

Surprised, Sherilyn slitted her eyes. His smoke-hot gaze met hers, then devoured her face as if he'd found some sort of long-sought heaven.

With a strong thrust of his cock, he pinned her to the bed. "Give me your wrists."

Sherilyn shuddered inside at his command, one that promised more pleasure. He caressed his palms from her head, and she relinquished his perfectly sculpted ass.

After raising her hands high above her head, Dontoya slid his work-calloused hands along her arms. Damn, but he turned her on--got her juices flowing faster than light speed.

He anchored himself on his elbows, and circled his thumbpads on the sensitive skin of her wrists. Sherilyn heaved ragged breaths. Her pussy convulsively clenched his cock, or tried. With his size, she wondered if he felt the small spasms.

As he lowered his head, his gaze scorched her. She trembled when his mouth brushed over hers. He nibbled slow kisses on her lips, the corners, the bottom fullness of her mouth--along the curve of her upper lip.

God, she loved it.

Even as Sherilyn marveled at his endurance as a lover, Dontoya captured both of her wrists in one hand. He forced her arms higher, his claim primitive. Obvious.

At the same time, the searing heat of his lips sparked sensations through her. His *take all the time in the world* kisses sensually tortured more than her mouth.

No, she sizzled down to her belly, all while his buried cock kept her wild with need. He tightened his grip on her wrists, and her clit jerked.

The jolt of near-pain pleasure was unexpected, and Sherilyn quaked inside. Never had she imagined this delicious intensity, not in her wildest fantasies.

"Dontoya," escaped on the rush of her breath, once his lips hovered above hers.

"You belong to me."

His raspy growl owned her. To her core, Sherilyn knew he didn't mean just for the good-time moment.

He claimed her as a man claimed a woman.

His woman.

She could hardly believe this happened. Dazed, yet on fire, red-hot with want, she whimpered.

"Darlin', I'm about to make you explode all nice and slow and fierce beneath me."

Oh, God, yes.

She didn't voice it, but so many men, so many similar promises. None delivered.

Okay, she hadn't been with that many men...but, oh, please.

"Promise." The word escaped before she had a chance to stop it.

"Widen those beautiful thighs of yours."

His command and his praise of her, flashed like sexy lightning through her. Sherilyn eased her legs apart, his hand guiding her.

"That's it, darlin'."

Tremors of anticipation filled her womb as he sensually caressed her hip and thigh--as his eyes blazed to a fiery bronze, his gaze penetrating her.

"Promise," he roughly purred.

He fused their mouths, his kiss long moments of exquisite plunder. Then his tongue masterfully slipped between her lips, tangling with hers.

The sultry embrace of his tongue coaxed Sherilyn into complete surrender. Her pussy throbbed, molten, his to do with as he pleased.

Nearly mindless, unable to do anything else, she rocked her hips. Still lanced to the bed with his heavy cock, her mound pushed against his groin, the sensation highly erotic.

God, she adored the feeling of being his sex captive--another surprise to her.

He nipped her bottom lip, then used his strength to halt her undulations. "No, darlin'."

With a possessive rumble, he planted his elbow and raised above her a few inches. He withdrew his hard, hard cock only to lunge deep inside her.

With a power she craved and loved, he drove inside her. First to the hilt, then his shaft plunged inside her pussy. Over and over.

Over and over again. God, could she ever get enough?

Sherilyn continued basking in his slow yet forceful thrusts. No wonder women wanted him.

After she cast aside a pang of jealousy, she succumbed to her orgasmic excitement. Surging like a tidal wave, pleasure-pain rolled from the top of her mound  to her clit. "Oh, God, Dontoya."

Ecstasy filled her, emanating from the steady strong glide of his cock--by how he constantly stretched her pussy walls. The next instant, Sherilyn flew, mindlessly soaring...and gone, slipping within a new realm of bliss.

She heard his beastly groan as he speared to her core. With a strong arch his back, he spilled his cum.

"Sherilyn, mate. My mate."

When he let go of her wrists, then tenderly crushed her beneath him, Sherilyn swore no other man had ever felt this good, this fine.

Certainly, no man's cock ever possessed her with such continued virility.

A tiny voice punished her with "he should have worn a condom...what about disease?" Sherilyn dismissed it quickly, her ability to be logical rescuing her.

Hell, she'd been as good as dead. If Zance could heal her with his magic wolf juice...and since they'd both gone to great lengths caring for her, she doubted Dontoya would have done anything to harm her.

Lost in clouds of rapture, Sherilyn combed her fingers though his long, silky smooth hair. He began to rise, and she murmured, "No...please. You feel wonderful."

"He does, does he?"

She started at Zance's already familiar twang.

"I'm not hurting her, am I, pard?" Dontoya asked once he'd swung his gaze toward Zance and raised his chest from her.

At that moment, it smacked her like an icy snowball in the face. She'd lost control of her life, her entire life, just like she'd lost control now, surrendering beneath Dontoya.

"Somethin' wrong, sweetheart?" Zance asked. "Is me being here botherin' you?"

Well, double-dare hell, what did she say to that? Given the sheer immensity of the life changes she faced, Sherilyn didn't have a clue what she was feeling...not exactly.

"Take that big breeder of yours outta her. I need to check her eyes. She smells fine, though."

With the latent grace of a big cat, Dontoya tenderly withdrew his cock. He planted a sweet kiss on her mouth, then rolled from her, and off the bed.

"She needed," he began.

"Yeah, pard, I know. Her female emotions are raw, and her hormones are doublin' fast now."

Doubling fast now!...what the 'f'? Yeah, what the fuck? Because that's what they both want. To fuck me senseless.

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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous New Year ~ 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

On Their Way to the Midnight Stardust Supperclub

A Jimmy Thomas photo.

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

It was crazy-busy yesterday, and since I'm trying to get the last chapters of my latest WIP finished, I figured I'd give you what I have, even though the chapter *is not* finished. Darn it!

It's already way past my bedtime so that's why I'm stopping here. Please forgive this rough draft, and any mistakes. And, no, this is not a plot spoiler.
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On Their Way to the Midnight Stardust Supperclub

From the Kougar’s Writing Den ~

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

The freshly written, unfinished, and 'unedited' Chapter Sixty-four ~

Dontoya eyed the blacktop highway as he made the turn. Despite the sparkly dusting of snow, it was still dry, and he stepped on the accelerator.

Once they sped along at a good clip, he stroked Sherilyn's hand, then solidly gripped the steering wheel.

"Me and Z-Dog never did settle who was gonna kiss you first at midnight, beautiful mate."

"Hmm...that is a dilemma." Sherilyn absently rubbed his thigh. "You both kiss me so I can't think straight. I mean, how could I ever choose? I love the way..all the ways...both of you kiss me."

"How about choosin' on our dancing skills?" Zance twanged like the courtin' devil himself.

"How about," Sherilyn lilted, her tone a tease, "whichever one of you doesn't step on my toes?"

"Darlin', we need a backup plan. What if your toes remain unbruised?" Dontoya tenderly squeezed her hand for a few moments, feeling the Ring of Union through her glove.

"No fair. It's impossible for me to choose between the two of you." She smoothed her palm along the top muscle of his thigh. Her touch was so damn pleasurable, his blood firestormed through his veins, and his shaft hardened.

Not now, beast, he ordered. You'll get your turn. Later.

"Appears there ain't no solution. Given this is a civilized shindig, me and Donny-cat can't go rollin' and brawlin' over you. Now can we, sweetheart?"

She chuckled softly. "No, but thinking about you two brawling in tuxedos like cats and dogs is too funny." She paused. "Not saying I want that tonight. Not at all. I sure do like my two gallant cowboys."

"Darlin', we are your elegant gentlemen for this evening." Dontoya slowed, now following a line of vehicles obviously headed for the supperclub, and the tunnel entrance that was about three miles away.

"Coin toss," Zance announced. "You do the tossin', sweet kitten."

"You brought your lucky gold coin. Figures, Z-dog."

"Yep, fancy coin for a fancy night out. Besides, it's always worked. Gettin' us outta trouble."

"Can't argue with you there, pardner." Dontoya rumbled a laugh, remembering.
"Gold coin?" Sherilyn asked, her curiosity obvious.

"From our gold mining days," Zance drawled.

From the corner of his eye, Dontoya watched his pardner flip the specially minted coin before Sherilyn's gaze, and neatly capture it. As Zance opened his palm, Dontoya switched on the interior light.

Without letting go of their mate's hand, Zance showed Sherilyn one side, then thumbed the coin over for her.

"A wolf and a cougar. Oh, it's beautiful."

"Whichever one of us lands face up gets the first kiss from those sweet-as-honey lips of yours. Right, Donny-cat?"

"Yeah, right." Dontoya fondled Sherilyn's hand, his possessive nature surfacing fast. "Only way we won't be snarling and circlin' each other over our mate."

"Seems fair."

His mate's fragile-sounding voice turned up the heat already burning him alive. He'd always been a lusting fool whenever a woman spoke soft as a purr.

Now, with Sherilyn it had to be ten times the temptation. Dontoya changed position, only enough to ease the pressure of his tux trousers on his throbbing cock.

"But," she continued, "I'm counting on kisses from both of you that damn well knock my dancing shoes off."

"Count on it, darlin'."

"Count on it," Zance echoed.

Focusing on the traffic ahead, Dontoya stopped himself from being as restless as his inner cougar. The black beast paced, savagely hungry to claim their mate. Soon.
"Problem, pardner?" Zance's gravelly voice commiserated.

"Yeah, our gorgeous mate has me dang hot and bothered." Without looking, Dontoya embraced her hand with his, and brought it to his lips. He pressed a quick kiss on her gloved fingers, then gently placed her hand back on his thigh.

"No, Sherilyn darlin', keep your lovely hand on my thigh. Please," he added, since his tone sounded harsh to his ears.

"Are you sure? I don't want to unintentionally torment you. Well...sometimes I want to torment you," she seductively added.

Dontoya and his cougar roared inside. Yeah, certain as the sacred sunrise, he'd be heading to the bar, and downing one of the inhibitor tonics Dante always kept stocked.

"Inhibitor," Zance growled, having mind-read his thoughts.

"Soon as we arrive, pardner."

"Inhibitor?...oh...okay, I understand."

Sensing her shyness, and her uncertainty with them, Dontoya rasped, "Sherilyn, this is normal for us. We want you drivin' us loco with passion."

She drew in a long breath, and Dontoya felt her overcome her doubts. "If you insist," she crooned, and stroked his thigh like a temptress.

"That's it, kitten," he encouraged in rough purr.

"Looks like we're joinin' the parade."

Zance spoke as he settled the SUV behind Mary Lou and her date. Dontoya hit the horn in a friendly hello, and the mare shifter returned a short honk.

"Mary Lou's pink pickup surely can't be missed," Zance twanged, amused.

"You mean Mary Lou from Talbot Peak’s Livestock Center?" Sherilyn leaned forward, even though she couldn't see through the darkness.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side…

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Six X-rated Sentences from Chapter Fifty-Nine

Zance after a snowball fight, and a shift to his wolf form.

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Wow, it's August already. It's been a strange, disruptive, and extremely busy year. And, it ain't over, is it?

Anyway, I just hit the wall on the flash scene I was writing for today. I had too many unexpected interruptions, and my eyes are drifting shut right now. So, I decided to go with six 'unedited' sentences from my latest WIP, which I hope to finish and do a final edit on soon.
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From the Kougar’s Writing Den ~

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

Six X-rated Sentences from Chapter Forty-Nine

With lust firing his blood like fine whiskey, Zance licked and savored his mate's pussy. The female taste of her made him buckin' wild, and his wolf howled to mate.

Zance took his time lapping each texture and shape of her sweet sex, while he listened to Sherilyn's rapturous moans. Even with wantin' to ride her, he couldn't get enough of tonguing her silky, plump pussy bits.

Sherilyn strained, wanting to thrust herself closer to both him and Dontoya. "Oh, gawd, cowboys...I'm already out of my mind with pleasure."
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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

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Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys ~ Snowball Fight

Zance enjoying the snow in his wolf form.

Tuesday, last day of July, howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Yesterday was wacky-busy, and despite my best plans time ran out to write a flash scene.

Currently I'm penning the final chapters of my WIP, now over 75,000 words. It's been beastly hot for the last several weeks so when I was looking at adding another sex/passion/love scene -- because that's how the story flowed -- for the sake of my sanity, I decided to start with a snowball fight between my heroine, Sherilyn, and her two shapeshifting cowboys, Dontoya, a black cougar, and Zance, a timber wolf.

This works perfectly because it's wintertime in Talbot's Peak, and just before New Year's Eve.

***This scene is 'unedited' and X-Rated.***
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~ From the Kougar’s Writing Den ~

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Sherilyn shrieked in protest and delight as Zance's snowball smacked the back of her head. She barely felt it, given her cowboys had bundled her up within an inch of her life.

Good gawd, she was having fun. The late afternoon sun sparkled like crystalline dust on the blanket of new snow, and for now, the horror movie events of last night faded into the background.

She swerved on instinct, and another snowball sailed past her. Joy fizzed inside Sherilyn as if she'd drank several cherry phosphates, the soda fountain treat she and her grammy Louisa had always shared together.

"We got her on the run." Zance whooped.

"No fair!" Sherilyn hollered. "Two against one."

"You've been whuppin' our asses, darlin'."

Dontoya's lightly packed snowball smashed against her arm. Almost knee deep in snow, Sherilyn plowed her way through trying to run for a shallower area between two high drifts.

She needed a fresh supply of the white wet stuff to keep pummeling her dogged pursuers. Or, was that a dogged and a catted pursuer?

For a while Zance and Dontoya had taken turns being on her side during their spontaneous snowball fight. Her good aim had gotten her into trouble, plus her fast reflexes. So many of her snowballs hit their handsome faces, they'd finally ganged up on her.

Huffing and puffing, Sherilyn halted between the two large drifts. Scooping up the new fallen snow, she quickly formed her weapon. With a twist of her body, she hurled it at Dontoya, who led the charge.

"Damn, woman, right between my eyes." Dontoya stopped in his tracks, and grabbed up a handful of snow.

"Where'd you learn to throw like that?" Zance demanded, after dodging her snowball enough so it glanced off his cheek.

"Lots of boys in my neighborhood." Sherilyn packed more snow between her gloved palms. "It was either learn how to fight back. Or go home crying like a girl."

Just in time, Sherilyn angled herself so Dontoya's small snowball smooshed against her shoulder instead of her head. "Missed," she taunted.

"You sure ain't crying like a girl." Zance split off from Dontoya, obviously intending to ambush her from behind.

"One time of having cold snow rubbed in my face woke up my inner warrior goddess." Rearing back, Sherilyn aimed for Dontoya's kisser, then ducked the snowball Zance fired at the back of her head.

"Dang it, Z-dog, your magic juice is working too well on our mate. She's turned into a super woman." Dontoya dived into a bank of snow. Rolling, he grabbed a huge handful of snow, and began rapidly shaping his snowball.

"Someone's going to have to teach her who the bosses are."

Zance charged toward her, his progress hindered by the waist-high snowdrift. Sherilyn would have laughed at the comical picture he made, pumping his legs and leaping, his arms flying about, if she hadn't been madly packing snow.

"Oh yeah, bad ass wolf." Sherilyn pelted him with two of her crudely made snowballs.

Stepping back, she prepared to flee even as she whipped her head around to locate Dontoya. With his snowball about hit her square in the jaw, Sherilyn jerked her face out of the way.

Suddenly off balance, she stumbled backward. About to regain her balance, her feet caught, then tangled because of her too-large boots. "Oh, no," she moaned.

Sherilyn struggled to untangle her feet as she toppled backward, but she was crap out of luck.

"Got her now," Zance shouted with male glee.

"Got her," Dontoya's low purr entered Sherilyn's ear.

The next instant, his powerful arms captured her, preventing her fall. He steadied her against his braced legs, and Sherilyn started to melt against him.

"Why hell, cougar cowboy, you might as well be a hot burning stove. But this cowgirl doesn't give up the fight that easily."

"She doesn't?" Dontoya growled sexy as you please.

"No." Sherilyn twisted back and forth like a madwoman, attempting to wiggle out his hold.

"Got a wild scratchin' kitten, pardner. Give me some help here."

"She's a wild one alright."

Zance's whip-hard body nearly slammed into her backside. God, he felt sinfully delicious as he trapped her between himself and Dontoya.

Before Sherilyn knew it, her cowboys hauled her downward. They landed together on the cold softness of the snowdrift. Zance and Dontoya piled on top of her instantly, caging her between them.

Damn, oh double cowboy damn. Nothing felt better than being Dontoya and Zance's captive.

"Time for some teachin'," Zance huskily drawled.

"Looks like I'm at your mercy, you big bad wolf." Sherilyn hesitated, clamping her lips against the natural followup. But the question won out. "Are you going to eat me?"

Zance's eyes glittered a feral gold, and with a possessive growl, he dived his un-gloved hand between her thighs. His bold claim of her sex mound, and the friction of her jeans, did tingly-wicked things to Sherilyn's insides.

"Is the snow melting?" she breathy-asked.

"We can make it melt, sweetheart." Zance kneaded her pussy, the pressure strong and sensual.

Sweltering with desire, Sherilyn moaned, and arched against his palm.

"Nobody around," Dontoya raspy purred. "Why don't we do some meltin'."

He seized her hood, then cupped the top of her head. With his other hand, Dontoya unzipped her parka just enough to caress her breast. He'd removed his glove, and the soft flannel shirt she wore only enhanced the wickedly sweet sensations.

Quickly burning with ferocious need, Sherilyn burst out, "You two are lighting my internal fires..."

Zance nipped her lips with his before she finished speaking -- tiny quick nips that warmed their mouths fast and were driving her crazy with passion. Sherilyn tried to kiss, to nibble his lips in return, but her man-wolf ruled without compromise. Not that she could complain, given pleasure swamped her.

All the while, Dontoya pinched and plucked her flannel-covered, pebbled nipple, his rhythm deliberate. Sherilyn surrendered to the steamy need blasting through her.

Unable to do anything else, she writhed against her two hard-bodied cowboys. Zance and Dontoya kept her trapped, their thighs on top of hers, and she loved it.

Sex heaven, Sherilyn thought, I must be in sexual heaven. For real.

Dontoya stroked his hand over her belly, the movement unzipping her parka. With slow finesse, he unsnapped her jeans, and Sherilyn's clit did a little twisty dance of anticipation.

Zance lifted his head, deserting her lips. "Dang, sweetheart. I felt that big bud of yours. Just beggin' for my attention."

Dontoya slid the zipper of her jeans down, even as Zance continued fondling her pussy mound. Sherilyn cried out, and bucked as much as she could against Zance's hand.

"Let's get these jeans pulled down some." Zance raised upward fast, and as Dontoya removed his thigh from hers, he straddled her legs. "I want to do some big bad wolf eatin' on that tasty pussy of yours."

Lightning seemed to streak along the length of her clit, and Sherilyn's eyes shot open. "Oh. My. Gawd."

Zance gripped the waistband of her jeans, and nearly jerked them over her hips. Sherilyn heaved breaths, wanton from having her sex exposed, from the feeling of her thighs captured tightly by her jeans.

"Aren't your hands going to freeze?" she managed to utter, as Zance slid his palms beneath her bare ass.

"Darlin', I'm putting gloves beneath his hands." Dontoya's husky purr traveled through Sherilyn's middle, teasing her sex lips.

Zance lifted her butt enough so the gloves could be placed, then gripped her cheeks deliciously hard. The next moment, she felt Dontoya unbutton her shirt, his touch smooth but quick.

His icy mouth claimed her nipple, and Sherilyn keened a cry of surprise. The blissful burn as he sucked and tugged, his hand molding her breast...Sherilyn drowned in the ecstasy of it, and went limp.

Zance strongly nuzzled the cleft of her pussy. When he penetrated her slit with his tongue, and slipped the point back and forth over her swollen clit, Sherilyn helplessly whimpered.

Already out of her mind with pleasure, she succumbed to even more as Zance pushed his lips deeper. He nibbled with his lips and lightly nipped with his teeth, his alpha possessiveness obvious.

"Zance, Dontoya," she gasped, trembling with bliss inside.
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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Tomorrow! The Sexy Summer Solstice Blog Hop

Bring one, bring all! Time to get your 'read' on, and enjoy an eyeful of yummy hotness. Plus, win prizes.

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Summer Solstice Eve howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Since I'll be penning a flash scene for the blog hop, you're getting my WIPs latest 'unedited' chapter. Apologies for the lack of a setup, but I'll just let it stand on it's own.

~ From the Kougar’s Writing Den ~

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

Chapter Forty-Nine

Sherilyn followed the stream of sequin like stars, and knew she dreamed. A sense of reality enveloped her, more than she'd ever experienced while lucid dreaming.

When her starry path swirled upward, then vanished, Sherilyn drifted inside the mouth of a gigantic object that reminded her of an upside down tornado. Only nothing spun.

'Void,' she mentally spoke. Ascending slowly, she attempted to see where the enormous spiral formation ended.

As Sherilyn focused on the narrowing funnel, dread suddenly swamped her. She stilled, trapped.

A tidal wave of sheer fear gripped her, and she dove downward. Relief flooded through her when she saw Dontoya rising to meet her.

Protectively, he embraced her essence with his astral body. White light flashed around them, and Sherilyn found herself back in bed.

Realizing she remained in the dream state, Sherilyn wondered why her memory of what had occurred simply disappeared. The only remnant was a feeling of terror. 'Am I okay?'

'You're safe, precious mate. But no more dream wanderin'.'

Dontoya raised his arms heavenward. In a singsong voice, he chanted in a way that made Sherilyn aware of his Native American heritage. Yet the sound of his power prayer, as she thought of it, held more resonance, and unique notes.

The last thing Sherilyn remembered as she entered the realm of dreamless sleep, was Barney pushing his way beneath her arm -- the feel of her rabbit's soft fur as he cuddled close.

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"Mornin', sleepyhead." Zance stood, and with a big sexy grin, he indicated her place at the sunny breakfast table.

"Good morning, handsome." Feeling somewhat shy, yet also adored and tingly exuberant down to her booted toes, Sherilyn took a seat.

"Hungry?" Zance poured a glass of juice for her, then lowered himself into a chair across from her in that swaggering way of his.

"Yeah, but I think the edge has finally worn off my hunger. Is that a good thing as far as healing?"

As Sherilyn lifted the glass something flitted across his eyes. She took a quick swallow of the cherry flavored juice, then nervously tossed her hair.

"You're mendin' just fine." Zance paused, his sharp golden gaze assessing her. "I had one of my 'knowings' about the future."

"Something you want to share?" Sherilyn automatically took another drink of the yummy juice, her gaze leaving Zance for only for an instant. The solemnity of his features concerned her.

"It'll hold, sweetheart. I'll discuss it with you and Dontoya later. Now why don't you enjoy your breakfast?" With a careless sweep of his arm, Zance uncovered a cast iron skillet. "Like fried potatoes with onion, and green and red pepper?"

"Smells delicious." Sherilyn helped herself, and as Zance filled another glass with milk, she ate hungrily.

Once she'd taken a long sip of the raw milk, then wiped her mouth with a napkin, Sherilyn observed Zance closely. "Bet your 'knowing' has something to do with those bully disgusting creeps, the Templetons."

"Are you sensin' them?"

"It feels like a damn lifetime of sensing them. I'm right, aren't I?"

"Looks like your highschool friend, Madeline, did her job. A private dick showed up at your ranch. Me and Dontoya had Marcy's niece move in with her boyfriend. Carmella's a tough little gal. Only gave the hired dick the same phone number on my business card."

The grinding wheels of her thoughts took over, and the old familiar fear stabbed her insides. "So, it's a matter of time before they track me down."

Zance took hold of her hand squeezing tenderly. "Sherilyn, me and Donny-cat got plans." He paused, his eyes flaring to feral gold. "It could get ugly. Don't mean to spoil your breakfast, sweetheart. But I got to prepare you."

"Ugly..." Sherilyn hauled in a breath, loving the way Zance held her hand. "I've had nasty run-ins with them and their hired goons. And it's feeling like final showdown time. But, how ugly are we talking?"

Zance looked her straight in the eye yet stroked her palm with his thumb. "Me and Dontoya might have to shapeshift to our animal forms, and go real primitive."

"Oh." Sherilyn knew what he meant. However her mind couldn't quite go there, shutting off the visual that wanted to form. "To protect me, right?" she murmured.

"To protect my precious mate." Drawing her hand beneath his lips, he placed a kiss near her thumb, making Sherilyn sizzle with desire.

"You know, sweet thing, those bastards won't stop comin' after you."

Damn if Zance didn't sound like an old-fashioned western hero. Sherilyn would have melted toward him like an eyelash-batting, gooey heroine if the Templetons weren't about to rear their effing heads.

"True. I know." She sighed and felt her shoulders slump. "The Templetons are criminals down to their very last cell. And no law enforcement agency will ever stop them. Too much bribe money, and lawyers that are slicker than a corral of greased pigs."

"Yep, that's why the Good Lord made those of us who will stop them."

"I never thought of it like that. It does make sense, though." Sherilyn twisted inside with conflicting emotions. "It's just that...that I was raised to be ever so civilized. Too damn civilized, and look where it's gotten me."

"In my arms, sweetheart. And in my bed." Zance winked outrageously, squeezing her hand again.

Sherilyn couldn't help but answer him with a sassy smile -- a flirtatious toss of her hair. Still, foreboding now clung to her. "The plan you and Dontoya have...when and where?" She frowned. "What exactly are you planning to do?"

"Tell you what, why don't we talk about it this evening? Goin' over the details will take some time, and the ranch needs tendin'."

Sherilyn nodded. To calm her jittery nerves, she drank more of her milk. "Given Talbot's Peak is...is different. Shapeshifters in control and all. Okay. But how are you going to deal with the Fed authorities if, when--?"

"There's another complication, darlin'."

Dontoya strode toward them, obviously attired for their riding date in well-worn but heavy duty jeans, a thick plain leather belt, an impeccable dark blue flannel shirt, and durable cowboy boots that shouted high quality workmanship.

He looked eat 'em up sexy.

"Complication?" Before her mind's eye, the image of a woman appeared. Sherilyn jerked backward as if zapped by an electrical shock.

"You see her, don't you?" Dontoya asked.

Resisting the urge to tremble like a damn leaf, she asked, "Is...is she a relative?"

"No. Her people are genetic cousins from the beginning times."

Dontoya seated himself, and intently searched her face. Fascinated, Sherilyn stared at the banked fires in the depths of his eyes. Even so, his gaze remained enigmatic.

A lump the size of a baseball formed in her throat -- so it felt. Sherilyn swallowed, and managed, "Who is she?"
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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Six Sentence Sunday ~ With each lunge...

From the Kougar’s Writing Den ~

Computer count: the last six 'unedited' *X-rated* sentences from Chapter Thirty-Three ~

With each lunge of his cock, her ecstasy winged higher, and she roamed her hands through his hair. Her breasts couldn't get enough of his hard carved chest as he moved on top of her.

Not missing a beat, he sealed their mouths, his kiss deep and wildly passionate. Sherilyn swooned from head to toe even as her pussy sweltered and fluttered around his shaft with the beginnings of her orgasm.

He increased the speed of his spearing thrusts, and she knew what he wanted. What he demanded of her -- the taste of her bliss as she orgasmed around his cock.
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Coming soon...

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

[A shapeshifter erotic romance]

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Have a Magickal March 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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She Belongs to the Calendar Cowboys

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Yep, it's December, and the holly jolly holiday season is here. Can you believe it? Hasn't the year just flown by like some poor fool being chased by a pack of Talbot's Peak werewolves? Okay, in the scene above it looks like the wolfies are more interested in looking at the tree and checking to see if Santa is on his way.

But, heck, 2012 is practically knocking on the door. Volcano, my carnal cherub hero in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, channels a weekly forecast through his author [me] that is a regular feature at Title Magic. To give you a sense of what he sees coming down the road, here's this week's opening:

For the following week, and during the month of December, the wild ride into the year, 2012, begins. To have an idea of what that means, picture the difference between riding a reluctant pony versus being atop Secretariat, the Triple Crown Champion, as he's racing for the finish line.
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Last week I introduced two new shapeshifter heroes, the timber wolf, Zance, and his ranch partner, Dontoya, a black cougar. This week's flash introduces their heroine, Sherilyn. And, yes, I may turn this into a short story.

She Belongs to the Calendar Cowboys

Sherilyn stared at the large, graphically gorgeous poster advertising an elegant New Year's Eve event at a place called the Pleasure Club. Hanging on the community board just inside the small, somewhat odd grocery store in Talbot's Peak, it looked completely out of place.

"It's the grand opening of the Midnight Stardust, Dante's new supperclub," Brenda chattily spoke as she rang up Sherilyn's purchases. "Are you thinking of going? Ladies are free like it says. Dante himself brought the poster in. He's such a gentleman." Brenda's voice trilled, and she giggled. "He made a point of saying there will be plenty of dance partners."

For the life of her, Sherilyn couldn't tear her gaze away. An elegant couple dancing beneath a galaxy of sparkling stars -- it was magical, and everything she'd been craving of late. But that time had passed her by.

With the snow piling up, she needed to get on the road, get home. Mentally sighing, Sherilyn fished her credit card out of the pocket inside her bag. "I thought Dante ran the biker bar outside of town. That's what I heard, anyway."

"Yeah. He doesn't make it obvious, but we all know he's the power behind the pack...er...I meant throne. Long day," Brenda excused herself, and took the card from Sherilyn's fingertips.

"Are you going, Brenda?"

"No." She gave a shake of her head, just like a big cat Sherilyn thought. "Me and the mister already made plans for this year. Skiing, our own cabin, nights by the fire. We're getting away for a long weekend."

"Sounds lovely." Sherilyn smiled as she grabbed hold of her four grocery bags. When the sacker, a teenager who eyed her like a ferret asked if she needed help, Sherilyn shook her head to indicate 'no'.

"You should think about going," Brenda persisted.

"Nothing to wear." Sherilyn sidled toward the exit.

"Couple of new boutiques in town. With all the new residents moving here some high class places are opening up."

"I'll have to check them out." Sherilyn smiled again, then made a hasty escape.

After stowing her groceries inside her small, aging pickup truck, Sherilyn slip-slided her way to the driver's door. Icy cold snowflakes melted on her face, and she climbed inside quickly.

Relieved the truck purred to life when she turned the ignition, Sherilyn said a silent prayer of thanks. With the rotten way her life had gone since the bottom dropped out of the economy, she worried about when the next crisis would strike.

Even if she could have talked herself into attending the New Year's Eve grand opening at the Midnight Stardust...not likely since men were a thing of the past...there was no way she could afford a gown, or even a party dress.

Because of the worsening weather Sherilyn gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and carefully negotiated the slippery streets on her way out of Talbot's Peak, then onto the highway. Right now, all she cared about was getting home safely, checking on her horses, then indulging in a huge mug of steamy hot chocolate next to her wood stove.

Earlier, she'd rushed through all her chores so she could stock up for the winter storm coming in. When she'd bought her fifty-five acre, off-the-beaten ranch several years ago, she hadn't realized so much work went into maintaining the structures and fencing. Sadly for her, there was no way she could afford to hire anyone, even if she could find someone to trust.

Sherilyn had been desperate to find a place far away from the Templeton bastards. The father and son had tried every dirty trick in the book to steal her horses because of their superb bloodlines. Also, because she'd accomplished what they couldn't, breeding top endurance racers. In competition after competition, her horses had bested theirs in performance.

But those days were over too. She didn't dare compete, even if she could afford it. The Templetons would track her down like a wolf who'd eaten one of their cows, rifles at the ready. Before Sherilyn had managed to escape, there'd been two attempts to steal her top mare and stallion, only stopped by the grace of God, and her own willingness to shoot back.

Since it was throw-it-in-your-face known that the Templetons were attached at the hip with both local and state law enforcement, Sherilyn had skedaddled quickly and quietly, literally leaving in the dark of night.

Now traveling past her land, Sherilyn significantly slowed her speed because of the rapid snow buildup on the back road. She also kept an eye out for any break or cut in her fence.

Horse theft these days was damn lucrative, and the fate a horrible one. Recently Sherilyn had found her fence wires cut three times, the work of professional thieves.

Thank goodness, her horses were wary of strangers, and coddled enough that at the first sing of danger, they galloped toward the barn, their safe place.

Suddenly weary down to the bone, Sherilyn hoped like hell she wouldn't find a problem. Hoped...yeah, lately, it seemed like trouble had it in for her -- what could go wrong did go wrong.

And there it was. The top strand of wire had either come loose from the post, or been cut. Sherilyn couldn't tell from this distance.

She eased the pickup close, but not too close to the ditch. After parking, she blew out a long sigh as she reached for her tool box. Fighting through the grocery bags, she finally got hold of it, and with a sense of the inevitable launched out the door.

Swirling winds laced with fat snowflakes smacked her in the face as she pulled up her fur-lined hood, then tromped through the freshly fallen stuff. At least, she'd had sense enough to wear her waterproof, high-top boots.

Relieved the wire appeared to have simply weakened, Sherilyn cut off a length and twisted it together with the fencing wire. Clumsy because of her gloves, she managed to hammer the loosened bracket into the post fairly quickly.

Everything in place, she closed her toolbox. Thinking about hot chocolate and being toasty warm once she reached home, Sherilyn turned around to make her way back. As she neared the ditch, a scream lodged in her throat. Paralyzed, she listened to her own scream burst free, a terrible sound that rang in her ears.

Dropping the toolbox, Sherilyn tried to move fast, even dive out of the way as the pickup barreled toward her. But it was too late. Sliding, it slammed into her much smaller truck.

In sickening slow motion, she watched her pickup fly toward her. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and flung her backward as if she had no body weight. She landed with a terrible thud, the sound muted by the deep snow.

Everything went hazy as Sherilyn struggled to breathe. Pain seeped inside her like the cold, and her head spun with disjointed images.

No! she silently screamed. Who was going to take care of her horses?

Sherilyn fought against the darkness. But it was there, dark as the angel of death. Death, was she dying? Was the grim reaper here?

God, no!

Crazily, she thought, I should have decided to celebrate New Year's eve at the Midnight Stardust. Feel like a girl...feel like a woman again.

With the names of her horses on her lips, Sherilyn slipped into the all-consuming blackness.
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Authoress news ~

Today I'm blogging at THE ROMANCE STUDIO BLUE about the progress, and not progress, of my Indie publishing adventure.
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Have a Magickal and Shapeshifting Holiday Season...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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The Timber Wolf and the Black Cougar, Calendar Cowboys

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

The new crescent moon was particularly gorgeous in the teal night sky after twilight. Here’s wishing you a wonderful upcoming holiday season.

Next week I hope to bring you good news about a short shapeshifter Christmas story I’ve written, titled: SANTA BABY, SEVERAL STARS AWAY.

In the meantime, here’s a flash scene that could be part of another short shapeshifter story I’m penning around a New Year’s theme. No, sorry to disappoint some of you, it’s ‘not’ a manlove erotic romance. However, it is a menage.
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The Timber Wolf and the Black Cougar, Calendar Cowboys

“Dante’s calendar shoot this year was a real howl and hoot.” After a long and guttural laugh, Zance threw back his head and howled. To his satisfaction the sound reverberated throughout their four-seater pickup truck.

Dontoya yowled a drawn out chuckle, but still kept an iron hand on the steering wheel. Zance always envied the sound of his longtime ranch partner’s laugh because the women would crowd around him, their tongues nearly hanging out with lust.

“Yep, pard,” Dontoya drawled, “the shoot was a dang party without pants. Instead of in my pants. You know -- how we both get hard-ons from hell whenever Sherilyn is around.”

“Yeah, just thinking about our little spitfire...” Zance resettled himself so his cock wasn’t challenging his zipper quite as much.

Dontoya slowed the pickup turning onto the back road, the one that went past Sherilyn’s modest ranch, and along one side of her land. Whenever they could, they always took the long way home just to drive by, and maybe catch her scent, or a glimpse of their sexy, very elusive prey if she was checking the fence for breaks.

Despite her over-large man’s clothing, Sherilyn failed at hiding her voluptuous-in-all-the-right-places body. At least to his keen hunter’s eye. Zance kept his gaze fastened now, appreciating the new fallen snow -- about a foot of the heavy wet stuff.

“Spitfire is damn sure right.” Dontoya touched the brakes, then downshifted so they moved at a slower speed over the snow-packed slippery road. “No matter which one of us approaches her, she does a mighty fine job of bitin’ our heads off.”

“Yeah, without fangs,” Zance muttered. “This time I’m sending a calendar anonymously to our prickly human-she, who doesn’t know she belongs to us. Think she’ll like my bare-ass pose?”

“Who are you kidding, wolf boy? She’ll like my taut, bronze bare ass much better than your pale, moon-reflectin’ butt.”

“Ain’t that pale, cat boy.” Zance exaggerated his twang on purpose because it annoyed Dontoya.

Most of the time, they were best buds, and worked their ranch together without so much as a sour word. Now and again, though, they would go at each other like cats and dogs. Or what they were, a timber wolf and a black cougar. Then, their fists would fly and they’d shift, the fur flying until they exhausted themselves.

The last time they’d fang and claw battled, it’d been over which one of them was going to talk to Sherilyn first, since they’d seen her at the same time. She’d been buying feed for her horses at Talbot Peak’s Livestock Center, the store where they regularly purchased products for their cattle and horses.

By the time their discreet shoving match stopped a couple of aisles away, she’d been walking out the door. Like love-struck fools they’d rushed after her, only to be halted by Mary Lou’s all-knowing, singsong words, “Confided in me she’s been celibate for years, and don’t want no man.”

When he and Dontoya pivoted around to look at the store’s owner, Mary Lou gave them her big horsey grin, and neighed in her human voice, saying, “I showed her Dante’s charity calendar figuring she’d want one. Barely gave it a glance and just bought it ‘cause it was for charity.”

“Who’d have believed a pair like us would fall head over paws for a human-she?” Dontoya interrupted Zance’s remembrance of how the two of them had pried every last little bit about Sherilyn out of Mary Lou by buying twice their normal load of grain.

“We both know there’s more to her, even if it ain’t being a shapeshifter.” Zance spared a glance for his partner, who was sniffing for Sherilyn’s scent.

“With a stare that can freeze you in your tracks like gettin’ caught in a sub-zero blizzard, yeah, pard, there is. If we could solve that mystery, we might have an ‘in’ with her. But, since she’s always prickly as a teddy bear cholla cactus--”

Dontoya’s words were lost as another large pickup gunned past them, spraying snow that covered their windshield.

“Fucker,” Dontoya snarled as he eased the truck to a crawl, and flipped on the wipers.

“The Brady brothers. All four of ‘em. Caught their ape stink.” Zance curled his lips, baring his teeth.

“Hell. Dante banned them from his biker bar just last week.”

“Hell, yeah. They were about to get the ape stank beat right off, and the devil beat out of ‘em.”

“Soundin’ like a real good plan right now.” Dontoya growled menacingly as he picked up speed.

In the next instant, the Brady bunch was forgotten because Sherilyn’s ripe-as-summer-strawberries fragrance filled Zance’s nostrils. “Dibs,” he barked, a mere second before his partner’s echoing ‘dibs’.

After a fierce ‘grrrrr’, Dontoya smacked the steering wheel with his fist. “You better sweet talk her, wolf boy, into New Year’s --”

Sherilyn’s horrified scream pierced Zance’s ears, and he knew Dontoya heard also because he stomped on the accelerator. Heedless of the dangerous conditions, Dontoya sped the pickup toward her.

What Zance saw next chilled his blood and also enraged him so that his wolf threatened to break free. But, he had to stay in control. He watched as the Brady brother at the wheel churned their pickup’s tires backing away from Sherilyn’s much smaller truck.

“Grab my tail, pard. Or I’m gonna rip them limb from fucking limb,” Dontoya viciously snarled as he slammed their pickup to a sliding halt.

“Limb from fucking limb,” Zance echoed in a growl, even as he threw open the door, and bolted outside.

He hit the ground at a dead run. Leaping over the ditch, Zance sprinted toward Sherilyn’s truck, knocked off the road, and sitting askew. Some part of him knew what he would find before he caught sight of her lifeless looking body -- so small and still in the white field of deep snow where she’d been flung by the impact.

No! Zance shouted inside, railing against fate, railing against the terrible scene he witnessed. He had never felt so strangely empty, so surreal. And, even through Zance pumped his legs harder, faster, it seemed like an eternity before he reached Sherilyn -- before he was kneeling beside her and sniffing for her life essence.

An instant later, Dontoya dropped to his knees on the other side of Sherilyn. “She’s bleeding internally. Bad. I smell it.”

“We only got one way to save her.”

“Do it fast.” Dontoya moved to hold Sherilyn’s head steady.

Zance unzipped her parka only enough to rip away the part of her flannel shirt that covered her shoulder. Leaning down, he sank the tip of his elongating fangs into her shoulder muscle until his saliva flowed into Sherilyn’s bloodstream. She could hate him later.

“She’s coming home with us.” Dontoya gently cradled her head in his palms. “She’ll need us to take care of her now.”
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Have a Magickal and Shapeshifting Holiday Season...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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