FEATURED AT SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~
Pic from White Wolf : Native American Actor Rick Mora Helps Abandoned Huskies To Find New Homes
Yes, Rick Mora resembles my latest hero, First Chief Dolozhan Venturri.
Summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
How’s summer treating you? Wow, the Fourth celebration on the tame prairie was four days of boom-boom fireworks, some literally sounded like bombs [okay, the NSA will likely key on the word ‘bombs’, but so it goes in this beyond-insane world].
Okay, I have a big, high-wheel mower on the way...it was on sale...so, I stretched the credit thing...anyway, hopefully my health will hold up, and I can do what I call creative mowing, or leaving much of the wildflowers and herb-medicine plants uncut... plus, I want the precious butterflies and bees, the wildlife, to have enough food. Speaking of, it’s been interesting listening to the deer at night...or one time I surprised, I think it was a doe, when I opened my mailbox—there’s a lightly wooded area at the end of the pasture—anyway, she let out a sound of warning I’d never heard before. And no, I won’t be trying to tame any of the wild critters around here because I want them to retain their flight instincts. There are hunters, and if the supply of food goes south, or there’s hyperinflation...well, the wild critters deserve a fighting chance.
So, I’m continuing to write on my latest WIP, Sensual Sabotage...the hero’s character traits, who he is, is starting to unfold. I’m wondering if he’s some type of shapeshifter...? We’ll see. ~grins~
What I do know, he’s a high-level officer on a space sex-pleasure cruiser, which is beyond amazing in scope and the luxuries provided. However, our heroine, never intended to be on this pleasure ship...but due to unexpected circumstances...
Here’s a *raw, unedited* peek of what has been written on Chapter Three... so far...
With a slight bow, he pivots toward...wow! It is a coach—ebony in color with gilt scrolling, and rather Victorian in design.
The door swings open at our approach revealing rich, wine-red upholstery. In gentlemanly fashion the commander stands aside, and I step inside. Since the luxurious bench seats are the same in appearance, I hold my breath, choose a side and sit down.
What incredible comfort. Without thought, I sink deeper and a sigh escapes. It’s been years since I could afford such furniture, like most on my ex-homeplanet.
Once he seats himself opposite me, the Commander touches an inobvious button, and we shoot straight up. I barely notice the movement, yet see the upper levels flash by from the corner of my eye.
“I would offer refreshments, Ms. Wyzex. However, this will be quite the short trip.”
Wishing you romance on the wild side…
Kisses, Savanna Kougar