Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Inspiration: the naked wolf showed up...

Recently observed in Wolf Peak Territory 


Gentle-rain howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Ah, life on my tame prairie, what an interesting nature-adventure at times. My sister had sent me some pants for my birthday...she's really good at shopping. Anyway, there's always this horrible perfumey stuff that just won't wash out very fast, that I'm allergic too. So, I'd hung these four sets of pants out on the line to air them out... well, it took much longer than I figured it would take, and today when I checked the smell, which had finally faded mostly, I decided to wash one pair again... I only wash one pair at a time with the other clothes because the perfume stuff stinks up the other garments, and stinks up my pets' blankets... however, as I began lifting one pair of pants off the line, a bird winged into the nearby deep-grass foliage... well, guess what, this little bird has built a lovely nest inside one leg of the pants, and there were several eggs... I was definitely shocked, seeing those little eggs ... I quickly replaced the pants on the line, and I hope mother bird will keep sitting on her eggs ... sighs... but, wow, I had no idea something like that would ever occur... who knew? 

So, I only get to do piecemeal writing, right now, given my time is still severely restricted, and my energy levels remain unpredictable...yep, I'm having to look for health solutions. And yes, it's becoming a major frustration, since I miss getting to write regularly. Yeah, how do I solve this situation? 

Anyway, today on my tame prairie I was returning from my mailbox, about half a mile away, and after I closed the gate across my drive, I leaned over to pick up a delivery box... and splat! Yep, some birdie let loose and mulberry poop grazed my hair then hit the box... amusing in one way... long ago, I used to make a joke about lucky bird poop whenever my car's windshield got hit ... so, I'm hoping this is a lucky poop strike... ~grinz~ 

Okay, on the writerly inspiration front, the naked wolf showed up... as I was in the twilight zone before slipping into sleep, an extraordinarily handsome, very large wolf was with my heroine, and was her protector ... however later, Mr. Wolf shapeshifted into a naked sexy man in the heroine's boudoir ... he was showing off his nude assets, and asking the heroine what she thought of his physique ... if he was attractive enough to be her husband...a spirited conversation ensues between them... but that's part of the plot, that is, as it unfolded inside my head. 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Her Resplendent Refuge ... and HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

Wolf Mother, she is a new arrival in Wolf Peak Territory, having time-traveled from the days of Odin. 


Sunny day howls and yowls, shapeshifters. 

Yes, I'm still here...it seems like life is taking its toll way too much during these turbulent times. Plus, my foot was seriously injured when I slipped on a patch of mud. My foot, and my leg, bent backward at a very awkward angle---very painfully stretching my muscles, ligaments, and tissues. Fortunately, I had topicals like arnica gel and Tei-fu lotion, and natural anti-inflammatory supplements on hand. I've also learned over the years that if you can get up and walk, despite the agony, the healing happens much faster...not to mention, I have to be able to at least limp around...there's only me to get stuff done. Thankfully, my foot, my ankle, and my leg is healing well...yep, I am MORE THAN THANKFUL FOR THAT MIRACLE. 

However, being able to write steadily has suffered, despite all the good ideas I get...no time, baby, no energy, and having to focus on healing myself so I can remain mobile. 

Okay, I am considering writing one of my erotic romance novels 200-500 words at a time, and putting that on the Shapeshifter Seduction blog daily. However, realistically, am I up to that? Yeah, I don't know. I wish...I wish... 

Btw... the MY SEXY SATURDAY blog hop is on hiatus until June 1, 2017. 

ANYWAY, here's the beginning of a blog I began, but never finished 'cause everything got in the way.

April 4, 2017 

Spring rainstorm howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Omygosh, what a crazy, not-fun week, in several ways. However, some situations have resolved themselves. Thank Goodness! So, I just might be able to write this blog. 

So, three or four days ago, it was raining when I awoke and heeded the call of nature. I looked out the window to see if I could tell how hard it was raining on my tame prairie...it was about six in the morning... well, all of a sudden a lightning bolt flashed so close it looked like it hit the ground right outside the window...I saw the bolt, then immediately the light was a blinding flash...what followed was a boom of thunder so strong it felt like the sound waves struck the roof above me, then hit my window...  I was touching the window, and it shook like crazy. I thought my window was about to break... I've certainly felt thunder-booms shake the entire house, but this was different in a way I can't explain -- the terrifically strong vibration of it... and, there was no previous thunder ... okay, truthfully, I had to wonder if some force had it out for me...have I inadvertently displeased the Great Spirit??? If so, I have no idea what or how. 

Be that as it may, I'm still here and relatively whole -- and still kicking, somewhat anyway. And, yes, I'm still trying to get time to write. But that isn't working out too well, so far, given the overwhelming demands of my life. However, ideas and plot points for Wyoming Wrangler are brewing, and I'm writing them down diligently. 


Continuing the blog from this morning: There was a lovely sunset this evening on my tame prairie, an ephemeral shade of orange-pink

Here's WIP I began, temporarily titled: Her Resplendent Refuge ... which is an otherworld erotic romance... 

Weary, numb inside—yet, apprehension tightens and flutters my stomach as I enter the designated interview room. Nothing decorative or unique to see. It looks like I've walked into a colossal egg. There's no decoration, only a green-grayish sheen on the gently rounded walls. 

Complete neutrality, I think. 

A slender woman with an air of *I'm in charge* efficiency enters. Her one-piece, medical garment almost matches the room's interior. Although, her platinum-colored hair is purely human in expression—an attractive, upswept style that accentuates  her pleasant features. 

"Please, have a seat, Shovani Kemyu of the Wzan Clan." She offers a genuine smile then indicates the white chair before her simple work station—the only chair. 

With fatigue sucking at my insides, I slip onto the surprisingly comfortable seat, rest my arms on the chair's arms, and let the back support me. Perched on an elongated funnel, the chair is still utterly stable. 

I draw in a long breath preparing to answer the woman's questions, which I understand could be quite extensive. 

"I am Rhuria, Counselor for the Ptaddar Empire. I alone am responsible for approving your status as wife to one of our High Warrior leaders." With efficiency of movement she positions herself to fully face me. 

"May I ask a question before we begin?" 

"Of course, what is it?" 

"I understand this an age-old custom of your culture, to allow these type of marriages. However, if there is no longer a shortage of Ptaddar women, why does the custom continue?" 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Saturday, April 22, 2017

My Sexy Saturday ~ The Intergalactic Chase ~ Tangerine Carnal Dreams

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

This week’s theme: My Special Kind of Sexy 

I'm feeling downright frisky and contrary this week. I don't want to color inside the lines as far as doing a regular promo on the books I've already written ... well, okay, I did write TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS, which was released on 8/8/08 by the ill-fated Aspen Press -- a going concern who's owner ended up being a criminal ... but that's a whole other story. 

Anyway, I've never had the time to revise, then re-publish Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio's sci-fi erotic love story ... however, to the theme: Katta certainly does not appreciate Prince Zio's *special kind of sexy*, and is avoiding his unending pursuit in this snippet ... which was never part of the original published ebook -- but part of a flash scene I wrote revisiting my heroine and hero ... and which I figured I'd include in the rewrite ... so much for plans, huh? 

Tagline: a fire-shooting fierce woman...a shapeshifting prince of a stallion...and the tangerine aphrodisiac winds on a world far away...


Seven paragraphs ~ 

***The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio***

“Asteroid crapola!” Katta muttered. Impatience sliced through her with a viciousness unusual to her. From her intel-alliance with other intergalactic law agencies she knew Zio, the sky horse, as she thought of him, practically stud-nipped at her butt. Once again.

His private vessel was due to dock shortly. True to his equine race’s mating behavior, he’d chased her to every spaceport, his pursuit annoyingly relentless. 

Slinging her lightweight travel bag onto her back, Katta entered the stream of disembarking passengers. Distracted with thoughts about how to escape the stud not-of-her-dreams, she remembered to smile at the star cruiser’s steward as if she was merely enjoying her vacation. 

The tiger-shifter Huugosox man smiled engagingly in return. His direct gaze suggested he found her more enticing than the women ahead of her, who exited through the opulent-appearing hologram. 

Yeah, that’s what she so needed, a sex-clawing tiger instead of a wild-to-mount-her-ass stallion. 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Monday, April 17, 2017

Legends of Butch Cassidy ... the real story?

Originally published at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

*Western Legends* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Like many of us, I am fascinated and downright enticed by Old West lore. I grew up on TV and movie Westerns. I loved the horses, and the whole *spirit* of those times, those people who survived and thrived despite the hardships -- that is, as I understood it then. After all, freedom, and the spirit of adventure owns my soul. Yes, I am wild at heart ... something the current Big Brother system hasn't totally beaten out of me...yet. 

The story of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid...well who can forget that infamous movie and *randrops falling on your head*? if you watched this popular-at-the-time movie ... knowing movies are fictionalized, I've always been curious about the true story of these two legendary, train-robbing outlaws, Butch and Sundance... well, there is far, far more to their life story, to those times than one could ever imagine ... as I've discovered by my limited research, and by listening to this Coast Coast am SHOW with the 'legendary' investigative reporter, George Knapp. 

Note: I've been overwhelmed by life stuff lately, so I haven't been blogging like I want...but I just had to share this... 


Legends of Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid

Butch Cassidy was a notorious train robber, bank robber, and leader of the Wild Bunch gang in the American Old West. Kerry Ross Boren, founder of the National Center and Association for Outlaw and Lawman History, and Lisa Lee Boren joined George Knapp to discuss irrefutable proof that Butch Cassidy was alive and well after his supposed death in 1908. Many of Kerry's relatives and ancestors either knew Cassidy or were part of his family. "My maternal grandfather helped him rob a train," said Boren. He stated that Cassidy (AKA Robert Leroy Parker) returned from Bolivia (where legend says he died) and lived out the remainder of his life anonymously in the western U.S. Lisa gave some insight into the differences between Butch and Sundance as she pointed out that "Sundance was a deadly killer, whereas Butch never killed a man" and was "known for his benevolence to many people."
Kerry said that the bodies of the outlaws were exhumed in 1985 for a television documentary and that the DNA did not match any known relatives. Combined with the testimony of family members and others who knew them, Kerry believes that "the evidence is overwhelming" that they survived well beyond their legendary date of death. Lisa indicated that the evidence is strong that Sundance (AKA Harry Longabaugh) returned to the U.S. after a career as a soldier of fortune and died in a Utah prison under the name of "Harry Bebe." Kerry concluded that the interest in the story remains high because the two "were captivating characters and everyone wants to believe they got away."


In the third hour, Jerry Nickle joined George to discuss his contention that the Sundance Kid is his great-grandfather. Nickle remembers his family telling tales of a relative who was a member of the Wild Bunch, but did not begin to suspect that the man was actually Harry Longabaugh until he saw the famous picture of the gang taken in Fort Worth in 1900, which he believed matched other known photos of his great grandfather. Nickle said his research indicates this man, whose name was Harry Long, was mistaken for another outlaw with the name of Longabaugh, and the identity stuck. Nickle’s believes that Long/ Longabaugh returned from South America in 1909 to rejoin his family in Utah, and that he was either killed by another surviving member of the Wild Bunch or committed suicide sometime in the 1930s. After looking at the historical records of both Harry Long and the Sundance Kid, Nickle said that "the timeline is a 100% match."


In the last hour, biographers Chet and Kim Brackett detailed the history of Tap Duncan, an associate of Butch Cassidy who likely pulled off one of the most famous bank robberies in the Old West. On September 9, 1900, the First National Bank of Winemucca, Nevada was robbed of over $30,000. Chet Brackett claims that one of the perpetrators was his great-grandfather, Ira Brackett. Chet said that Tap Duncan, who later became known as a famous rancher in Arizona, and led the gang that pulled off the robbery was contracted to do it by none other than the head cashier in order to cover up financial malfeasance that would have ruined his political career. He said that the crime was "very carefully planned" so that no one would be hurt and that the escape would be successful, and that Duncan later spread the rumor that Cassidy had been responsible. While cleaning and remodeling an old family home, Chet says he found letters and other papers that told this story. Unfortunately, he says the papers were lost in a house fire.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Belated Happy Easter From Wolf Peak Territory

Showing the Cubs How It's Done 

Must Hsve Chocolate Egg 

New Easter Shapeshifter Babies

A Good Fairy Witch Who Lives In the Peak Enjoys the Easter Celebration 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Saturday, April 15, 2017

My Sexy Saturday ~ WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL ~ like stallions fighting

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone, and have a wonderful Easter weekend. 

This week’s theme: Sexy to the Rescue

Drev is a man who will fight for love no matter the cost. When his Keina is abducted by the sleazeoid prince, he dives through her world's portal to save her. 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak territory anything is possible. 


Setup: Drev is fighting the prince to win his Keina. 

Seven paragraphs ~  

Seconds before the knife would have stabbed into his side, Drev deflected it. He barely heard the clattering sound as the blade hit the glistening marble beneath his feet. 

"Knife!" Keina screamed. "Do something." 

He and Tretorff lunged at each other. Like stallions fighting over a mare, their chests crashed together. The collision resounded throughout the courtyard. 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Saturday, April 8, 2017

My Sexy Saturday ~ Ride the Roan Stud ~ dominant stud

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone.

This week’s theme: My Sexy Stud 

This week features RIDE THE ROAN STUD, an M/M Shapeshifter Erotic Romance, written by my alter ego, Stevie Klark.~stevieklark.blogspot.com~ Grant Thunderhead, one of the heroes is a horse shapeshifter. Yep, a real stud. 

Tagline: On death's doorstep, Ghost Walker is rescued by a mustang. While caring for the unusual man, shapeshifter, Grant Thunderhead, finds the mate of his heart.


Seven X-paragraphs ~ 

Feeling like a dominant stud, Grant watched as Ghost’s eyes glazed over, darkened, then glinted with the start of his orgasm. He gripped the man’s throbbing hot cock, and slid his hand up and down more rapidly than before. 

With each stroke upward, Grant slightly squeezed the base of Ghost’s shaft. He felt the pulsing arrival of the man’s cum, and knew the next time he rubbed over his cockhead, Ghost would erupt, spilling his climax. 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar