Fortunate Wolves has gone live...

Don’t Cry Werewolf, check out SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS for this opening scene in one of my WIPs. 

Fortunate Wolves, the first chapter, has gone live at the *So You Think Can Write* contest. If you want to check it out, here's the link: ~soyouthinkyoucanwrite.com/manuscripts-sytycw-2013/fortunate-wolves~ Also, the Kougar used a different pen name for several reasons.
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 Wee hours of the morning mews, Halloween-anticipating Big Cat Beauties... another pleasant day on the tame prairie... but, mygosh, does the business ever end? ... not in these times evidently... sheesh!

Continue to prepare, take care, and share. 'Cause this Big Cat loves ya!
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Authoress news and mews ~

The Kougar is hoping to get back to revising RED LIONESS TAMED. Oh how she wishes she'd had time to re-release BLACK CAT BEAUTY, her Halloween shapeshifter novella, as well.
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Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ 

Don’t Cry Werewolf
by Savanna Kougar

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Wow, what a ridiculously busy day it's been... and so many interruptions as far as getting my post done -- like my dialup went south for a time. The good news is I did 'finally' get the first chapter of Fortunate Wolves entered in the *So You Think Can Write* contest. That was a real trial, just getting the manuscript pasted into their form. Anyhoo, I used a different pen name, just so you're not confused. If you want to check it out, here's the link: ~soyouthinkyoucanwrite.com/manuscripts-sytycw-2013/fortunate-wolves~

Okay then, I wanted to follow Pat's lead and write a sexy, slave-market flash scene. But time isn't on my side. Instead, I dug up a very *unpolished* except of a werewolf WIP I began back in 2008. It's got the Halloween vibe, and is on the dark and depressing side because the heroine is seriously ill -- so beware...

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My working title is ~ Don’t Cry Werewolf

“This should be the spot.” Weak, in pain, she shuffled slowly. Focusing on each step, she tried not to stumble, not wanting to fall, hurt herself so severely she’d have to crawl into the isolated forest.

“The lucky spot,” she encouraged herself. “The lucky spot where I get eaten by a werewolf.” She whispery-sang those words to herself over and over – forging ahead at a snail’s pace.

The night-chilled air wheezed in and out of her lungs. Her feet drug over the dead damp leaves from last autumn. There wasn’t much spring foliage to hinder her way.

“Here, little werewolf,” she called out. Again she laughed at herself. She needed a big monstrous werewolf, actually. “Here, big horrible nasty werewolf,” she called out instead – several times. She chuckled, faltered, the effort costing her.
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Wishing you romance on the wild side… 

Kisses, Savanna Kougar