Saturday, August 30, 2014

My Sexy Saturday ~ RED LIONESS TAMED ~ Shapeshifter Sci Fi

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone.

Red Lioness Tamed

Adventures of Sun Rocket, Book 1

A Shapeshifter Sci Fi Erotic Romance Novella 


 ~ Starring ~

Sun Rocket Kahoqua of the Windgrass Clan

&

Captain Draxen Z of the Venture

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Seven getting-to-know-you paragraphs from ~
 

Chapter One:
Sun Rocket and Draxen

 

She wanted to claw his eyes out. He witnessed it in the blazing depths of her eyes. Her hands clenched beneath his, strong for their smallish size.

"Leave me at the next port," she suggested evenly.

"At Uresch?" He raised his brows, waited.

Widening her eyes, she pumped several breaths in and out. "No, thank you." Draxen felt her pulse race with fear before she spoke again. "I have no desire to be enslaved to a male's ludicrous rutting whims."

"Virgin?" he inquired, knowing it was unlikely – yet she wasn't a female panting after any suitable male. That was star-point clear.

"Because I refuse sex enslavement," she glared furiously, "you consider me a possible virgin?"

"I consider you perfect for my rutting loins."


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For more of My Sexy Saturday ~mysexysaturday.blogspot.com~

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~~~ Sun Rocket and Captain Draxen Z invite you to read their love story ~~~
RED LIONESS TAMED ~ Lioness shifter lost in space with a loner captain who will do anything to keep her, even seduction by leather ~ *5 Flowers* from Book Cravers


Available at ~ SMASHWORDS Premium Catalogue, AMAZON, and ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS.
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Check out my author buddy, Pat Cunningham's latest release: MMF menage, Jessalina's Pets, is available for from Siren Publishing. 

Rich, bored and looking for diversion, lynx shifter Jess impulsively buys a pair of "pets" at the local slave market. Fin and Deon figure playing pet for the rich kitty will be the cushiest gig they've ever had. All three are in for big surprises concerning each other, with love the biggest shock of all.

You can find it below as a post, or here, at ~bookstrand.com/jessalinas-pets~
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My previous release is HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS, a ShapeShifter Seductions Presents Novel. For more info on my para-fantasy erotic romances check the sidebar.
Love shapeshifters? Wanna know what life is like in a shapeshifter town? Join us at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning into Your Wildest Desire
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Have a sexy magical week ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance 

Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Hunt for the Holy Grail


I ask in advance that you keep your gasps of horror and pity to yourself. While I do have a laptop and a fair amount of knowledge regarding computers, I don’t have Internet at home. Too cheap, and no need. I live within walking distance of a public library and can get free WiFi there. That’s been sufficient for my Internet needs, and I get a bit of exercise to boot.

All was fine for many years. I went to the library, checked my email, posted on my blog, and wrote smutty books for an erotic romance epublisher. Before I got the laptop, I used to have to type my submissions on the library system and save them on disk (remember those?) because my home system, the still-hanging-in-there Troglodyte 1000, won’t talk to any computer built in the 21st century. The laptop’s Internet ready and is just waiting for me to pony up the bucks.

But why bother? It’s not just the library. Quite a few places have free WiFi these days. Just find one, set up, and you’re good to go.

Until recently.

Everything was fine until last year. I signed in one day, went to my publisher’s site, and found it blocked by the library’s content filter for “adult/explicit content.” The library doesn’t want people looking at dirty books any more. Not even adults who wrote the dirty books. I spoke to the fine folks behind the counter and they sorrowfully assured me nothing could be done. I later did an informal survey and discovered the libraries in most surrounding counties will let me onto the site. I’m writing erotic paranormal romance in one of the most religiously conservative areas in Pennsylvania. If I still lived in Berks County this wouldn’t be an issue, at least not at the moment. Lucky me.

But hey, no big. McDonald’s has free WiFi, and they’ll let you look at anything, even flat-out legitimate porn. You don’t even have to buy anything. There’s a McDonald’s about a five minute drive from my house. For months I stopped in at Mickey D’s once or twice a week to check sales and see what my fellow smut writers were up to. Birdsongs and rainbows, etc.

Until this spring, when they had a fire. The McDonald’s by my house shut down. Don’t panic: they already had plans to build a new McD’s on the other side of town, closer to the bypass exit. The old one will be refurbished and will reopen eventually.

In the meantime, I had to find a new source of WiFi for Sundays when the library’s closed. Hopefully, one that wouldn't also block my publisher’s site. That lets out Burger King. There’s one of those just up the road from McDonald’s, but they won’t let me on the Siren site either. That’s why I started going to McDonald’s. The Dunkin Donuts out by the turnpike will let me onto the main Bookstrand site, but not the Siren pages. The computer flat out told me, “This is pornography.” Even though you can still see all the books on the main site. Somebody explain computer logic to me. (I’ve been told these blocks are all caused by the computer programs. No human being is ever to blame.)

Wait! A ray of hope! We have a Sheetz up by the exit. They have free WiFi and a quiet little dining section with plenty of outlets and their system lets you look at anything. For two weeks it was perfect. Then we had a massive thunderstorm and power got knocked out for hours. Sheetz’s WiFi hasn’t worked right since. Sometimes it’ll let me connect, but most of the time it doesn’t. Scratch that off the list.

Oh look, the new McDonald’s is open! Oh wait, they haven’t hooked up their WiFi yet. Put that one on the back burner for now.

I can get WiFi at Starbucks, but I don’t like to. I don’t feel comfortable in there because I never buy anything. I’m not a coffee drinker. Mark Starbucks down as “last resort.”

We’re not totally McDonaldsless around here, but the next closest one is about six miles away. Or I can drive over to a neighboring county, where the content filters aren’t as conservative. It’s even worse now that I have a recent book release. I want to check up on my sales but the library won’t let me. I have to drive across town, find a public place and hope a) they have WiFi, b) their system doesn’t block erotica publishers, and c) it’s working to start with. Failing that, the only way I can keep abreast of my own books is to leave town.

Screw this. It may finally be time to bite the bullet and get WiFi at home. Especially with winter coming on. It was different when McDonald’s was just up the street. I’m not driving all over creation for a five-minute checkup on my books, just because I live in an area that’s squeamish about consenting adults making love. In prose, without pictures. Have you ever looked at the covers? Nothing’s going on. But some little kid might happen onto the site and (gasp!) read something. Like they couldn’t do that in the Kmart with Fifty Shades of Grey.

Or I could switch genres. Write mystery or horror or thrillers. Craft lengthy scenes with women getting beaten, abused, dismembered and raped, usually by page 1. Those publishers’ sites are never blocked by anybody. I guess that stuff’s okay to show to The Children.

Let’s see how sales do for my newest book. I can get home Internet through my cable TV outfit, for a reasonable rate. They’ve already assured me they don’t block anything. Of course, if I have home Internet, I’ll probably never leave the house again. If I drop off the face of the earth, you’ll know I’m at home watching porn. Pardon me, “doing research.” God, I love this job.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Angelic Forecast from Volcano ~ August 25, 2014

Art by 
BlackNightengale81
~deviant art

Weekly Angelic Forecast from Volcano 

Straight from the Carnal Cherub himself...

Angelic Forecast ~ #312


Time to Step Up, Rear Up, and Seize Destiny by the Reins. For, Chaos Spreads Like a Contagion.

On the AWAKENING front, a highly significant week and time ahead. Now a spiritual firestorm begins across the planet. WE WANT PEACE, NOT WAR becomes the beautiful-soul mantra of humanity.

As well, the people's ability to see through the dark-side establishment's volley of FALSE FLAGS -- current and coming -- will cause a formidable backlash in the near future. One the elite cabal has not foreseen. For, that timeline does not yet exist.

On the magickal, mystical front, this week the 'Mages of Ages Lost' reveal more of the history/herstory that has been deliberately hidden from the public at large. Pieces of this past will revolve around other energy sources and machines  used during ancient time. This knowledge will revolutionize life in current times. For, it is time for the human race to race ahead, and thus, win the race of life.

Also, at this time, those on the forefront of developing clean, super-energy machines that are economically viable, will be given special protection by the Benevolent Ones. It is time for the dark-oil age to end. Not with the bang of war, but with the soft whimper of a caring heart.

On the personal front, likely a too interesting week ahead for most of us. This will revolve around the current economic realities we face, and the massive decline in our living standards.

Whatever chance you get to move off-grid in any way, it is wise to investigate, then proceed if all is good. Also, improving your relationship with friends and family is absolutely imperative, whenever and wherever this can happen.

This week's energies are geared toward preparing for the future. Take a look and check out the opportunities that come your way.

On the paranormal front, the good ETs, and remnant populations of other races inhabiting Earth, make their move to contact those who are able to interact with them. This will be a slow yet widespread operation. Prepare to be amazed.

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Inside The Inner Earth! Japan's Princess Nakamura's Brand New Shocker! Alien Encounters, Enlightenment And World Peace (video) Japan’s Princess Kaoru Nakamura joins Buzzsaw’s Sean Stone and TheLipTV in this brand new video to talk about alien encounters, spiritual enlightenment and world peace. Princess Nakamura talks about her meeting with an Ashtar Commander from Venus who now travels around the universe meeting with the 12 ascended masters." ~beforeitsnews.com/alternative/2014/08/inside-the-inner-earth-princess-nakamura-brand-new-shocker-alien-encounters-enlightenment-and-world-peace-3015302.html?

On the land changes front, sinkholes are continuing across the planet, and are also opening up around the New Madrid fault. However, the tremors in this region are being controlled by GOOD BEINGS, enough to stop a catastrophic earthquake from happening at this point. The long term future is yet to be decided.

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Holes Open Up In New Madrid Northern Reaches - What's Going On? (video) ~ CONTRIBUTOR: Live Free or Die" ~beforeitsnews.com~

In the meantime, superstorms of every type will be unleashed on the people. Quick drops and rises in temperature will continue -- as well as severe flooding.

Now the magma beneath Yellowstone Park heats up more than ever. Earthquakes continue along the Pacific rim of fire. Also, at this time, volcanic activity only increases, with the volcano in Iceland likely to dangerously erupt.

HEADLINE-SNIPPETS: "6.1 earthquake jolts Bay Area early Sunday, Napa damage reported" ... injuries, state of emergency declared in Northern California. AND: "Preliminary magnitude-7.0 earthquake strikes near Tambo, Peru - @USGS" ALSO: "August 23, 2014 – Very strong earthquake below the central coast of Chile" ~earthquake-report.com~

From the April 27, 2014  Angelic Forecast ~ #295 "The earthquake activity on the ring of fire continues advancing northward. At this time, several areas close to, and in California, are in danger of severe quakes."

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "BBC News - Iceland volcano: Bardarbunga eruption sparks red alert ~bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-28914932~ 17 hours ago ... Iceland issues a red alert to the aviation industry for the Bardarbunga volcano, meaning significant ash emissions are likely."

On the economic front, revealed once more for the eyes of the people, the ancient financial system meant to enslave and control humankind -- the system the bankster gangsters use to rule the world to this very day.

BLURB-SNIPPET: "Host Richard Syrett welcomed journalist and author Jim Marrs ~jimmarrs.com~ who discussed his recent essay, "Unholy Alliance: Ancient Astronauts and the New World Financial Order," published in Lost Secrets of the Gods." ~coasttocoastam.com/show/2014/08/23~

Or, money, in these times, is the devil's tool. That is, unless, communities create their own script, and their own trade-barter system to the benefit of ALL.

This week, stock markets are likely to go wonky sideways. Meanwhile, the worldwide economic collapse dips and trips and strips more wealth away from targeted countries, and from people all over the globe.

Also, as usual keep an eye on your bank accounts. Major cyber glitches are planned, as well as other nefarious deeds designed to drain away your money.

HEADLINE: "08.24 20:34 ET BREAKING NEWS: CME has HALTED ALL ELECTRONIC TRADING" [CME~Coronal Mass Ejection from the sun]

On the truth front, truthtellers versus the disinfo agents, the battle to rule the internet realm is on, and getting fiercer on all fronts. It is wise to pick and choose your news venues carefully, especially at this time.

Meanwhile, the presstitute, CIA-Pentagon-run, *mainstream* news media is in its final death throws, kicking and screaming like a stuck pig, as the old saying goes. For, more and more, whistleblowers will reveal the TRUTH behind the scenes of the media's black-world op against the American people.

On the war front, in the Middle East war theater, double cross, triple cross, quadruple cross, it all collides and clashes into the unholy mess of messes. Meanwhile, the new world order criminals desperately continue their war-genocidal programs worldwide, and sadly the bodies pile up.

However, the WAR IN THE STREETS begins across the globe. Activism, rage riots, mind-controlled provocateurs...every dirty trick will be used by the Viper elite to stir up humanity, so they can martial-law crush us into mindless obedience.

This week, the Russian bear does not take the bait, and wins a crucial victory in the hearts and minds of his people. Meanwhile, the Ukraine Flashpoint burns out of control.

On the tyranny-at-work front, now the IRS -- collection agency for the federal reserve -- spreads its black-hearted tentacles, reaching into every real-time transaction, into everyone's bank account here, and worldwide. All by unconstitutional decree.

Thus, it becomes ever wiser to trade amongst yourselves and not advertise that fact. For, the under-economy not only feeds the people but starves the beast that is the psychopathic establishment.

On the communication front, it's all about stealing the human soul right now, using machine simulations. Music as profound communication, and the power-vibrations of the human voice... both are being co-opted, and watered down by synthetic sounds. As well, the increasing use of DJ robots, break-dancing robots, and holo entertainers, is also on the table of the Media Industrial Complex.

This is all about giving people 'cardboard entertainment' to feed their spirit, their souls, instead of the real food of music and song and dance -- essential for any thriving society. In opposition, the people push back by leaving mainstream venues while continuing to develop their own music, song, and dance.

On the home front, a massively insane week ahead as the dark-side controllers attack the last cornerstones of society. Their first and foremost target: the relationship between women and men.

At this time, the social engineers mount a devastating campaign to DIVIDE AND CONQUER the sexes, to kill off the idea of the family. For, love and blood ties stand in the way of their rule-over-all victory. 

On the food front, home gardening for good, safe food continues to increase dramatically. This will happen despite the gestapo-gov agencies doing all in their sinister power to stop it.

Also, growing hemp for industrial, food, and health use is on the near horizon.

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "GMO Activism Leading to Kellogg's Decreased Sales for 5th Consecutive Quarter ~ Due to the use of toxic GMOs, people are putting the financial squeeze on a huge corporation - Kellogg’s." ~naturalsociety.com~

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: Annual Retail Sales for Hemp at $581 Million, Growing by 24% Annually ~ Annual retail sales for hemp are at approximately $581 million and growing by 24% annually. ~naturalsociety.com~

On the frankenfood front, HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Could This Key Legal Precedent Take Down Monsanto? ~ Christina Sarich | Will it take a civil wrongful death suit to take down the biotech giant Monsanto, or will it require a criminal murder trial?"

On the bio warfare front, HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "How Fluoride Affects Consciousness and the Will to Act ~ Waking Times | New evidence has linked fluoride and other chemicals to brain disorders.

On the energy front, this week is all about experiencing the Aquarian Age energies, and what the vibes mean to you, and your life. Be open to looking at the world in a whole new way -- the real possibilities that are far, far beyond what we've been allowed to know, to even dare imagine.

However, now is the Divine timepoint to let your imagination run free and wild, to roam the Universe unhindered. Then watch what arrives on the screen of your mind.

On the really bad news front, the Militarized Police State becomes ever more oppressive and deadly at this time in history. In your day-to-day life your best strategy is avoidance whenever possible.

Big cities and highways will be some of the most targeted areas. With the rapid growth of Nazi like checkpoints, whatever car, truck, etc. you drive will become like a rolling prison.

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Riots: San Francisco Police Shoot Innocent Victim 5 Times For Not Paying Bus Fare (Live Video) ~ CURATOR: Josey Wales

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Ferguson: No Justice in the American Police State ~ Paul Craig Roberts | American police kill 500 or more Americans every year.

On the good news front, revolution-evolution is in the proverbial air.  Specifically, innovative mechanized transportation will become an underground phenomena as people figure out ways to beat the dark-side system.

Ultimately, this will lead to all types of unique, passenger flying craft. And no one will bother with any type of license. It will only be whether you can fly it or not. This will also apply to personally designed terrain vehicles.

On the global mafia cabal front, diabolical plans for several false flags have been made operational by the dark-side 'powers that be'. These are scheduled for the latter part of 2014, and the beginning of the year, 2015.

However, the GOOD FORCES are searching for methods to mitigate these catastrophic attacks -- that if carried out by the Viper-elite's minions -- will likely be blamed on so-called enemies of the state.

Further, these horrific 'false flags' can also be stopped by the will of the people. The more of us who are AWAKE and AWARE, who say NO, NO MORE -- that in and of itself has the power to alter the future.

On the heroine and hero front, all the journalists who stayed the course in Ferguson, Missouri despite being arrested, hunted down, persecuted, and roughed up by law enforcement.

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Police Captain Unleashes Ferguson Riot Cops Against Journalists ~ Reporters assaulted, arrested, threatened with death. ~ Mikael Thalen ~ Prison Planet.com ~August 20, 2014
Missouri State Highway Patrol Captain Ron Johnson used riot police to intimidate, assault and arrest journalists early Wednesday morning after several thrown bottles ignited unrest in the streets of Ferguson, Mo.
Despite pandering to the public about his handling of reporters during a press conference early Tuesday morning, Johnson’s true intentions emerged yet again as journalists were specifically targeted."

On the freedom front, as more of the people understand what they are losing in the way of true freedom, as they leave the CIRCUS CIRCUS enslavement of  TV, and big media, there will be humongous leaps forward. This will happen in every strata of society, and will be unique to every individual, yet also be a group and community phenomena.

One major freedom movement of the future will be 'ignoring' the dictatorial demands of Big Brother, and going your own way as much as possible. Also, pockets of people will invent ever new ways to cyber-hack, and cyber-shutdown the system, thus moving about the country more freely.

Trendwise, slamming the door shut on creativity... now, the social engineer's war on human creativity, and independent thought, hits the insane-o-sphere. Sadly, this is all by dark-side design. For, they can't take the heat of humanity's amazingly creative potential, and genius.

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "School Kid Suspended And ARRESTED For Imagining Shooting A Dinosaur ~ Steve Watson | Furious parents not informed until police had taken son into custody."

Also, at this turnpoint in humanity's destiny, trust in the system is at all time low. With scandals pouring out like raw sewage, soon the question will be: how low can it go?

Meanwhile, interest in the UFO phenomena and ETs soars among the general populace. The challenge will be sorting out real info from all the intentional disinfo strategically placed on the internet. However, that won't stop the *I want to know the truth* and *the truth is out there* enthusiasm of many.

THIS WEEK, dance to the tune of your own soul and spirit, simply in how you move through your life. And/or dance to your favorite types of music. 


 Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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MORE...Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
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Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Saturday, August 23, 2014

My Sexy Saturday ~ When a Good Angel Falls ~ After the HEA

bookstrand.com/when-a-good-angel-falls

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone.

I've written many flash scenes starring Sedona and Volcano, my heroine and hero in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS. I love revisiting my heroines and heroes, and only wish I had time to continue all their erotic love stories.

Here are seven pages [computer count] of a flash scene where Sedona and Volcano are celebrating their second anniversary together.

First, here's the blurb so you have an idea about their story.

Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar

What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down? Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp? Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal, with the hope her death will be quick? Or does Sedona trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her? Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges from the darkness astride a super-speed black motorcycle.

Is he her savior from the brutal hell of end times, or is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
Sent from heaven to help her save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.


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Mars, Here We Come  

December 21, 2014

Awed, Sedona murmured, “It isn’t a dream.”

“No, my angel woman. We’re flying through the celestial skies.”

Their small crystalline ship slipped through the ether mist, a field of energy thinly blanketing the material realm. Volcano had created the ship for interplanetary travel. The castle-looking structure sustained both their physical bodies and their spiritual essence, and kept them in a balanced state.

“Now this is my idea of traveling in space.” From the corner of her eye, Sedona watched Volcano rotate his palms over two shining crystal obelisks, fine-tuning their resonance with each other.

“Sedona, my beloved, do you know how often I dreamed of you when I was away on mission?”

“No.” The breathy squeak almost lodged in her throat. She swallowed convulsively, not seeing anything for seconds.

“My love.” His voice swept around her, a sweet wind caressing her everywhere.

“I missed you so terribly.” She felt each word pour from her heart as her tears had fallen. Unlike many of her cherub’s divine missions, there had been no telepathic communication between them. No dream-walking with each other.

Aru, their precious dog, had climbed onto her lap often, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes as she stroked him. Now, Aru visited with Volcano’s best buddy in the sacred realm, Jorque, a large canine shapeshifter.

“Whenever I closed my eyes to commune, I dreamed of you instead, my Sedona. The High Council Masters were not amused.” Volcano chuckled, his laughter jovial yet purely masculine.
 
“Yet, your Good prevailed?” Sedona knew in her spirit he had triumphed. However,  the human side of her still wanted to hear him say it.

“Yes. Soon I will properly regale you with the story. We will make manna buttered popcorn.”

His tone promised and teased both, as he loved doing with her.

“This time I get to add the butter,” Sedona tossed, her tone a match to his.

Within a moment, she saw the image Volcano mind-sent of them holding each other in front of their cabin’s roaring fireplace. She smiled, but didn’t wing it inside his mind. A series of harp-like musical tones let her know he focused on increasing their speed.

Enthralled by the prism-colored stars blazing toward them, Sedona didn’t hear Volcano’s steps until he’d moved behind her.

“Mars, here we come.”

His irresistible rasp seduced her to stormfire surrender, as Sedona liked to think of it. Volcano wrapped his arms around her in that way she adored, and Sedona sighed, happiness filling her like the pink radiance of a sunrise. She leaned back into his embrace while he pulled her flush against his sinfully sexy body. Bending to her ear, he sensually enticed the rim with his nose.

Sparks of pleasure danced through Sedona, and she moaned. “Insatiable carnal cherub,” she mock complained.

“At your service, my beautiful woman.”

“Mmmm... I can feel your ‘service’. Beastly impressive.”

Languidly writhing against him, Sedona indulged in his hard masculine frame. She let her arm have its way reaching back to hug his neck. Stroking her palm over his nape several times, she then kneaded the strong column with a leisurely sensuality.

“Wait till I get you on Cydonia.” His growl revved up her desire to the flight speed of his super-cycle.

“What is so erotically special about Mars?”

Arching against him, Sedona looped her arm around his neck, and hugged.  The feel of his hands spanning her waist, and caressing, caused her to ache for more of their torrid-tangling passions, despite the previous wild night of lovemaking.

“Unique pleasures will be yours, my woman.”

Palming her breasts, he molded possessively, his hands sliding over the satiny, paper-thin fabric of her bodysuit.

“Volcano.” His name left her lips as a whisper, then became mere breath. Her head lolled back and Sedona lost herself to the molten scorch that owned her loins, then seized her sex.

Red light penetrated her eyelids. Sedona straightened fast, opening her eyes. A ruby brilliance had enveloped them.

“We’re here.” Volcano shaped her sides, her waist with his hands, the kind of seductive strokes that ignited her.

“Here?” Sedona caressed his hands, her love for him gushing from her as it always did. An arch formed before them like a magically conjured ice sculpture. Splinters of crimson light winked inside, a galaxy of them. Drinking in the enchantment, she paused, yet gave into her curiosity. “I mean I know we’ve landed on Mars. But where in Cydonia are we?” 

“It’s a surprise. Think of this as our first official honeymoon, my angel woman.”

Volcano swept her upward, and into his embrace so swiftly, Sedona’s arms flew around his neck. Briefly his mouth savaged hers with a kiss that left her reeling, and, of course, only wanting more. So much more.

Once he carried her through the fantastical archway, melodies drifted around them like breezes. Delicate flights and fancies of music harmonized in an unusual way, sounding like the marriage of a flute and harp. 

“Ooooh... I feel like the music is on my skin... this is trippy ethereal.” Sedona reached out for the notes. “Butterflies... invisible wings brushing me. That’s what it feels like. Oh, Volcano.”

He spun with her, the movement of his body carefree, powerfully joyous. Sedona stretched her torso, then flung her arms out, surrendering. Melodies stroked her bare arms becoming like tiny ecstatic kisses.

“Saturday night fever on Mars, my dancing queen.” Volcano continued whirling her as if they disco-danced together, one of his favorite Earth date nights.

“My John Travolta on clouds,” she sang to him, once he halted and clasped her close.

Their gazes merged and held as she slid down his sculpted frame. Inside their own bubble of loveliest intimacy, they looked into each others’ eyes, their love flowing, shining, a relentless rapturous force that could never be anything but endless.

Moving in concert, they leaned closer touching noses. With the tenderest of caresses, they cherished each other. Until, finally, their lips gently met and they kissed, a long sensual fondling of each others’ lips.

After parting their mouths, Volcano speared his fingers into her hair cupping her head with his palm. “Did you know Mars is a tactile planetary culture?”

His smoldering rasp zinged straight to her sex mound causing a delicious throb. “Tactile?” she murmured, unable to catch her breath.

His fingers combed through her waist-length hair with a sensuality she found utterly luxurious. “Touch. Every sensation of touch is here, Sedona darling.”

“That turn-me-on voice of yours is doing a lot of touching, alright.” Like strings on a musical instrument, every molecule of her quivered, vibrated with passion. “You’re inside of me. And outside of me. Volcano... your voice...”

“Touch is especially amplified in Cydonia.” With a gallant move, he dipped her, as he did whenever they danced. Tantalizingly, his mouth hovered above hers as she remained draped over his arm. “You will remember the feel, the touch of everything we do here.”

She tightened her hold on his neck, basking in the feel of his  “Oh, tell me more, great cherub one.”

Frowning because she’d naughtily teased him by calling him ‘great cherub one’, Volcano slid his palms down her back and gripped her ass. His hands tightened with a dominance that always excited Sedona.

Around them, a symphonic storm suddenly raged. The ruddy light flamed with an intensity that made Volcano look like her ancient-god lover. Within their depths, his dark purple eyes sparked blistering her with the power of his passion.

Sedona adored it. Seared to a fiercer need, her arousal soared. Lithe and liquid, she undulated against him pressing closer. “What you do to me... what I want you to do. Wherever we are, since you haven’t told me precisely where.”

“This is a temple, my woman. It was constructed using acoustic technology and the art of magic three thousand years ago.”

That floored her. Yet, within an instant, there was no floor. Waves of fiery crimson light held them suspended while sweetly scalding notes of music seemed to burn away their garments. In instants, they were naked.

Volcano embraced her as if they slow danced. “Sedona, my beloved, my beauty.”

Their bodies mated, skin against skin, her curves belonging to him. The illumination changed as they twined around each other. Bright scarlet luminosity held them like a gentle ocean and they floated. Immersed in one another, they joined souls, and embraced in that eternal way of all lovers.

Yet, not as carnal woman and man, even though the thick hot spear that was his cock nestled against her belly.

Rapture possessed Sedona, feeling new, as though she’d never experienced such heights before. Every particle of her felt kissed, cherished.

“I love you.” The words came easier now. She’d had such trouble saying them for so long, despite the depth of her heart for him. “I love you, Volcano.”

His smile answered her, a warm beam of ecstasy pouring inside her. A sea of gorgeous red illumination pulsed and flashed, reminding Sedona of Valentine’s day.

“Do you know, my angel woman, the human body remembers every touch, and remembers the feel of everything?”

“My body remembers the touch and feel of you. The slightest brush of your wings –“

Before she’d finished her words, Volcano captured her hips, his hold primitive. With a savage undulation of his torso, he thrust his brutally hard cock inside her welcoming sheath.

Like the mighty warrior he was, Volcano commanded her pleasures with each lunge. Indescribable sensations of bliss swirled through her. Sedona clenched his shaft tight and sank her nails into his shoulders. Her eyes remained open as blasts of scarlet light sang against her skin.

With each powerful strike of his cock, Volcano claimed her, body and soul. His bold taking of her ignited her primal fires beyond what Sedona had known. Wanting him with an impossible wildness, she drove her heels into his ass, giving him more access to her pussy.

Relentless, fierce as a raging thunderstorm, he repeatedly plunged to her core. Bolts of flaming ruby lashed her flesh. Music flowed over her skin, lush and forceful as buffeting winds. There was only the two of them. Their passion. Their intimacy with each other. Their world together. 

An explosive ache seized her clit as Volcano continued launching his shaft upwards. Pleasure consumed her, red and ripe as cherries.

Volcano joined her, his cock buried deep. Their mutual orgasmic screams remained silent. Instead, orchestral notes thundered around them, mirroring the ecstasy of their climaxes.

Locked together as one, they entered the realm where time vanished. His rapture pummeled her magnificently, then entwined around the radiance of her bliss.

Back and forth, they sent their sacred essence to each other.

Melodic tones, both exalted and savage as jungle drums, embraced them, a reflection of their carnal union. Within the same moments, scarlet jewel-like facets formed, encircling them.

Sedona wrapped herself around her man. Aglow with their union, feeling soft as Volcano’s clouds, she merged her gaze with his. “Talk about an erupting volcano... Volcano.”

His answering smile glistened as it always did when she lovingly teased him. This time though, as he tightened his arms around her, a firestorm in shades of red ringed them.

“My woman. My mystic fire rose.”

Wild happiness bubbled through her. “You’re in my rose, cherub beast.”

“Always. Even when I am away from you.”

Her heart winged toward him. Her love, transformed to red rose light, swirled around him like ripples on a pond. “Yes, you live inside me. Always, my warrior.”

“Saving the heavenly universe, one world at a time.” His bantering tone teased her, even as his ruthlessly hard body pleased her. As quick, his countenance altered, his gaze becoming serious. “We, my Sedona, save the heavenly worlds.”

“Yes, we.” With her love singing from her soul, Sedona caressed her fingers through his dark mane of hair.

“Remember, my Sedona, our love here. Whenever I must leave for a time, remember.”

She watched his eyes turn powerfully luminous. His features were carved with a bronze resplendence that astounded her. “I will,” she whispered.

Volcano fused their lips in a kiss that might as well have been the beat of their hearts for each other. Once their mouths tenderly parted, the delicate feel of petals touched her skin as if she lay in a bed of roses. 

Stunned by the sensation, Sedona glanced around. An immense, unbelievably exquisite red rose embraced them, the petals distinct, huge and glorious. She inhaled a fragile fragrance, yet the rose’s perfume held notes of sensuality and sweetness and passion.

“How?” she murmured.

“Our love is this rose. All we feel for each other created what occurred between us here, my precious woman. This is a Mars temple of marriage.”


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For more of My Sexy Saturday ~mysexysaturday.blogspot.com~
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Sedona and Volcano invite you to read their love story ~

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth...Is a stranger on a superspeed motorcycle her savior from the brutal endtimes? Available at  ~bookstrand.com/when-a-good-angel-falls~ Ebook and In Print 

Volcano's Angelic Forecast each Monday at TITLE MAGIC.

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Have a sexy magical week ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Thursday, August 21, 2014

It's (almost) Release Day for Jessalina's Pets!


It's almost here! My MMF menage, Jessalina's Pets, is now available for preorder from Siren. And at a 10% discount, too! One tough lady, two hawt guys, and a bargain price. How can you pass that up?

Rich, bored and looking for diversion, lynx shifter Jess impulsively buys a pair of "pets" at the local slave market. Fin and Deon figure playing pet for the rich kitty will be the cushiest gig they've ever had. All three are in for big surprises concerning each other, with love the biggest shock of all.

Actual release day is Monday, August 25. You can check it out here, at www.bookstrand.com/jessalinas-pets

EXCERPT

Jess grabbed a sword similar to the one she held and tossed it to him. He caught it expertly. The purported lover had fighting skills. She smiled thinly. They would not save him.

“Last chance,” she said to Deon. “Tell me what I saw out there. Tell me what you are, or I’ll slice him to ribbons.”

Deon set his mouth in a stubborn line. “You don’t have to tell her anything,” Fin said. “She won’t hurt me. I’m too pretty.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Jess said, and swung at his naked chest. She meant to deal him only a scratch. He brought up his sword and blocked her with unexpected skill. Jess smiled. “You’ve had training.”

“I have a checkered past.” He swung his weapon experimentally, and adjusted his grip. “We’re perfectly willing to share your bed, together or separately. Most women I know would jump at the chance. You don’t want to muck it up with all this baseless suspicion.”

“Hardly baseless.” They circled. “You’re a slave. All slaves try something eventually. It’s to be expected. And I’m not like any woman you know.”

“You’ve got me there,” Fin said. “I tell you what—I win, we fuck, and you stop asking questions about Deon there. Agreed?”

“I don’t make deals with pets.”

“Then defend yourself, Mistress.”

Fin lunged at her. He was better than his careless manner suggested, but not better than her. Jess realized that within minutes. She kept the knowledge from him by a series of clumsy parries and one wild swing that left her wide open. He didn’t take advantage of her offering, simply stepped back and allowed her to recover. Then he clipped the pale snow rose from her suit’s lapel with a deft flick of his wrist, and flashed a scoundrel’s grin at her.

Her feline urge to toy with her prey threatened to swamp her. Far too seldom did she find an opponent to test herself against. Her female peers recoiled, aghast, from the thought of combat, and the males got surly when she beat them. Fin’s skills presented opportunities for all sorts of new games, during a sword match and after.

Their blades clashed. They drew apart. Both were panting now. “You’re worth every cent I paid for you,” Jess told him.

“You haven’t even sampled my true skills.”

“Tell me what Deon is and we’ll rectify that.”

“It’s not my place to say.”

“Then you’ll just have to lose.” Jess leaned in and with one quick twist disarmed him. He made a startled yelp. She pressed the tip of her sword against his collar. Fin had the sense to stand still. “I’d hate to have to mark your flesh,” she said. “Now talk.”

The words had scarcely left her lips when she was seized from behind. With one hand Deon caught the wrist of her sword hand. The other pressed a razor edge against her throat. Even taken by surprise, she recognized it from its feel as one of the duocorn horns. The kind her female ancestors had used to dispatch their enemies.

“Really,” Deon growled beside her ear. “Did you think I’d just stand there like one of your useless society friends and let you hurt him? Not on my behalf.”

Jess remained predator-still while Fin took her sword. Stupid girl! she berated herself. Stupid, careless girl, to believe for even a second her defiant pet would be cowed just because she held a weapon. That jumped her brain to the blade at her throat. The clinical part of her wondered. A horn? All those weapons on the wall at his disposal, and he had gone for this?

Perhaps it was adrenaline that spurred her racing thoughts. All at once the pieces fell into place.

Fin tossed her sword into a corner. “No need for violence,” he said to Deon. “I’m sure we can come up with a solution that doesn’t involve blood on the floor.”

“I don’t see how,” Deon said, “now that I’ve threatened her life.”

“You had good reason, protecting your secret.” Jess spoke coolly, though beneath her silk blazer her heart pounded like a racing stallion’s hooves. “Don’t be frightened. I won’t betray you, or kill you. There are so few of you left.”

She felt his hard body jerk against hers. The horn at her throat slipped. She extended her claws and scored his forearm. Not deeply, but the surprise of it had the effect she desired. He yelled and let her go. Jess grabbed the horn and twisted away, out of reach. She backed to the weapons wall and faced them in a crouch, with the point of the horn aimed at Deon.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve used one of these, is it?” She brandished the horn. “Though not in this manner, I’m sure. It’s more of a gore for you, isn’t it?”

He glared at her so murderously she wondered if she ought to risk a reach for another sword. Fin hopped between them, his hands out. “All right, you caught us,” he said. “He’s my brother. Half brother. Quarter brother. Cousin. Something like that. He’s part silver fox. He doesn’t shift because his form comes out weird. All that bad blood in the line. He won’t—”

“Save it,” Jess snapped. “I know what he is.”

Monday, August 18, 2014

Angelic Forecast from Volcano ~ August 18 2014

Weekly Angelic Forecast from Volcano 

Straight from the Carnal Cherub himself...

Angelic Forecast ~ #311 


The Decision Point is Here... run free and proud, and control your own destiny... or be corralled by the dark-side controllers, who are determined to beat humankind into submission.

That is the fundamental choice we now face each and every day. As stated before, the time has come to REAR UP, AND SEIZE THE DAY.

On the magickal, mystical front, this ramps up significantly ~ from a previous forecast: "this week the 'Mages of Ages Lost' fire blasts of powerful magick, blowing away the heavy curtains of deceit, as conjured by the Viper magicians. Now reality, as humanity has never known -- never experienced -- will be revealed one Divine step at a time.

As well, like Dorothy discovered in the Wizard of Oz, the true manipulators behind the scenes, will be relentlessly exposed on the big movie screen of Life for ALL to see, and know. For, their day to seize and rule the planet is over."
On the personal front, likely an emotional push-pull week as new cosmic energies pour down upon the planet, and worldwide chaos accelerates. Learning how to center yourself and ground your energies will help immensely in the upcoming times. As will time with your loved ones.

This is also a week where quick decisions could be needed. Go with your gut as much as possible. For example, if you need to move from your location, take immediate steps to vacate in a calm and efficient manner. Or, another example: when a good opportunity knocks, grab it with both hands.

Further, with the hyper-acceleration of time, life will seem impossibly fast at times. At other times, the opposite will occur, with life coming to a momentary standstill. This is where your inner guidance will assist in re-balancing you like a sailing ship in stormy waters -- or like a ship in the doldrums that needs the trade winds.

On the paranormal front, this week, THEY ANSWER on the 37th anniversary of the mysterious 'WOW' signal -- received by SETI on this day in 1977.

Blurb-snippet: "...paranormal investigator Joshua P. Warren ~joshuapwarren.com~ reported on his Arecibo Project, which sent a message...in tandem with the 37th anniversary of the mysterious 'WOW' signal... Warren also brought in ham radio operators from around the planet to help broadcast the message, as well as called on internet forces to telepathically project thoughts and intentions during the experiment. "This message was really designed to try to create some kind of a friendly connection with these visitors from afar," he said.
...In one video an object with a classic saucer shape appears and disappears at light speed, and in another clip a strange high-pitched tone sounds before an object appears then disappears straight up into the sky, Warren revealed.
The object seems to have been generating an energy field that induced the tone, Warren explained. Fellow researcher Mobius phoned in to say he thought the high-pitched tone sounded strikingly similar to the 1977 'WOW' signal..."
On the AWAKENING front, this week's coming gargantuan events will serve to AWAKEN the public as never before. For many it will be like finally taking the blinders off, and realizing 'nothing' was as advertized by this *Military Industrial Complex* society we exist in -- as originally identified by President Eisenhower.

On the land changes front, the weather wars between various factions and nations become ruthless, and far more obvious this week. However, the Media Industrial Complex mouthpieces will keep assuring the public that they are the victims of climate change, but are also responsible for global warming.

And, by the way, sheeple, expect to be taxed up the proverbial wazoo for the fake carbon credits. After all, the politicos need more jets, drugs, booze, and hookers.

On the economic front, the ascendancy of cryptocurrencies begins. This is a HUGE move by 'some' to usurp the federal reserve's tyrannical power and the enslaving petrodollar.

Also, during the coming weeks, the worldwide economic system shakes, rattles, and rolls, but doesn't quite collapse. This will be due to behind-the-scenes manipulation by the GOOD, the BAD, and the GRAY forces.

Meanwhile, cyber attacks will intensify in the financial arena. This is basically a two-pronged attack by independent hackers -- renegades and the bad guys -- and by those who serve the dark-side's agenda to take over the world at large with their one-world currency. Watch for media announcements that tout the desperate need for a globally controlled economy, but spoken in cloaked terms.

On the truth front, from this point forward: The TRUTH, like the fiercest phoenix, rises from the ashes of deception and lies. One example: the media giants crash and burn.

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Infowars reporters hit with chemical agent as media covers for police ~ Prison Planet.com ~ August 17, 2014
CNN denied reports that tear gas was used in Ferguson, Mo. Sunday morning after protesters defied the state-imposed curfew.
Despite initially reporting on the use of tear gas, CNN quickly retracted their statements to instead give a police-friendly version of events, telling viewers that only smoke was used.
Those on scene took to social media to refute CNN’s claims with evidence of tear gas canisters. Even as other news outlets began to confirm the use of tear gas, CNN continued to blindly rely only on reports from police.
Infowars reporters were hit with tear gas shortly after leaving the designated press area to document the remaining protesters."

On the war front, this week, the usual bloodthirsty, dark-side orchestrated chaos ahead in the various theaters of war. However, the propaganda tactics are wearing thin. For, the inner light of humankind explodes into ever-new AWARENESS, and the fear porn is becoming less and less effective.

From the February 5, 2012 forecast: "To counter the shouts for war, more 'hidden truths' will rise like a horde of phoenixes. As well, miracles of every kind, from small to magnificent, will increase dramatically across our world. As these miracles are noticed, this will bring about more miracles. These glorious and shining events will benefit all of humanity, and help our beloved Mother Earth."

Also, because the Viper elite realize war is becoming a losing endgame at this point in history, they become more mad-dog maniacal. This results in reckless chessboard moves that boomerang bang-bang against them.

On the tyranny-at-work front, now this scenario is likely... with a monopoly of force, the stormtroopers are about to hit the streets of America, and hit hard. Beware, take care, and prepare.

At this point in history, many of the people realize lawlessness prevails, and their very lives are at stake. For, overall, law enforcement is no longer about 'protect and serve'. If your community has a good contingent or a constitutional sheriff, make every effort to support them.

As well, in the near future there could be a certain catastrophic event involving a sports stadium, which would be used to jackboot-stomp on the people. Divine intervention is needed.

On the communication front, in opposition to big-media reporting, Twitter users exposed much of the TRUTH during the Ferguson, Missouri protests. One example is 'tweeting' that the police stood down allowing looters to attack stores. It was the local people who stood, arm-in-arm, protecting many of the stores.

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Police stand-down response during riots shows need for citizens to arm themselves ~ BizPacReview | Frustrated citizens and area shop owners have taken up arms to defend themselves and their businesses from looters."

On the home front, by diabolical design of the dark-side, civil war looms ever closer. Once again, "I'm only following orders" and "I'm only doing my job" will be the excuses used by law enforcement and the establishment's minions to brutalize and murder fellow Americans.

However, as more of us become AWAKE and AWARE, the tide turns and freedom for ALL tsunamis through the people as an idea whose time has come. Also, as many of us realize, we have the ability to protect and police our own communities. City, state, and federal law enforcement is no longer needed, required, or wanted.

This is why the 'social engineers' now desperately create situations that seem to necessitate the presence of law enforcement. This can be compared to the fireman who becomes an arsonist to say 'look, you need me'. For, there is no difference.

On the food front, The Food Revolution is here, as many more of us choose to grow our own food and buy locally. Meanwhile...

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: Monsanto wants Americans to accept GMO food, ramps up propaganda efforts ~ (NaturalNews) In late July, biotech giant Monsanto, king of the GMOs, paid bloggers $150 each to attend what was billed as "an intimate and interactive panel" with "two female farmers and a team" from the company. It was a strict invitation-only affair...

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Nestle/Gerber Won’t Listen: Boycott the Company Who Puts GMO Bt Toxins in Baby Food ~ Christina Sarich | It looks like it’s time for another boycott."

On the energy front, in the crosshairs, humanity is caught between the higher vibes of the Aquarian Age, and the electronic mind-control warfare being waged by minions of the Viper elite.

Your best defense is to limit the time spent around wireless devices, and make certain your body is highly mineralized with the right nutrients. Since the soil has been depleted of minerals necessary for true health, good supplementation is necessary at this time. Research and find the mineral formulas best for you.

On the really bad news front, the bio warfare attack that is Ebola is spreading. However, at this time, there is an intentional release of many pathogens, a psy op by the dark-side meant to flood the hospitals, murder the weak, and control the people.

Thus, it is crucial to keep yourself healthy, and be prepared to either flee an evolving situation, or hunker bunker down. Any vaccine offered as a savior, is the exact opposite, and is merely another bio warfare attack on your body.

Further, there are GOOD FORCES battling to contain outbreaks. Prayer is needed.

On the good news front, the battle against Monsanto is gaining hyper-momentum.

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: From ~offthegridnews.com~ "Mad Moms Take On Monsanto~Moms Across America co-founder Zen Honeycutt has three children who developed major health issues that changed only when she switched to an organic diet. Urine tests had turned up high levels of glyphosate. ~ Honeycutt and other moms in her organization believe Roundup is the cause of numerous ailments – allergies, autism disorders, gastrointestinal problems – and they say they can win."

On the global mafia cabal front, desperate times call for desperate measures. With their extinction on the Aquarian-Age horizon, the psychopathic globalists are striking mercilessly on every front to forge a system of serfdom.

There's one giant problem: their own infighting. This week, if you have the eyes to see, the battle in the upper echelons will be visible on the world stage of events. Likely, this will center around Russia. For, the bear has had enough of being baited.

On the heroine and hero front, all the good and innocent BRAVE ONES in Ferguson, Missouri who are standing tall in the face of overwhelming, police-state oppression. May the Divine embrace you.

On the freedom front, despite the crushing force of militarized law enforcement, and psy ops' destroyer agents... despite the endless lies and cowardly propaganda... freedom rises on tattered, scorched wings.

Freedom gallops wild and free across the vast plains. Freedom rears and tears the air with determined hooves.

For, we are humanity, and we are meant to be and live free.

Trendwise, race baiting, the ultimate gamesmanship of the wimp, dark-hearted servants of the global elite. This is the game plan currently be executed in Ferguson, Missouri.

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Ferguson Riots Being Exacerbated by Violent Provocateurs? ~ Paul Joseph Watson | Source: DHS agents posing as members of New Black Panthers."

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Why Were The Police In Ferguson Told Not To Stop The Rampant Looting On Friday Night? ~ Michael Snyder | When the looting started, they did nothing about it."

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Highway Patrol: Outsiders are destroying Ferguson ~ KMOV | Outsiders are to blame for the violent protests that have wrecked the community of Ferguson."

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Busted! 'Ferguson Provocateur' Caught Throwing Smoke 'Bombs' Back At Police, They Ignored Him!;All Pointing to a Massive Staged Event!" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=meqBspZlYKk&feature=youtu.be

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "DOJ, Communists, New Black Panthers Hijack Ferguson Protests ~ Paul Joseph Watson | Leader of militant group pictured coordinating with police."

Warning ~ adult language. HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Ferguson Cop Threatens to Shoot Journalist ~ Prison Planet.com | Cops in Missouri town have repeatedly targeted journalists. ~ In the above video a cop threatens to shoot a journalist, Mustafa Hussein, who is a volunteer for a music station. Argus Radio is using video equipment purchased to live-stream music concerts to cover the protests.
“Get the fuck out of here! You get that light off or you’re getting shot with this!” a cop wielding a weapon told Mustafa."

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "New Army Manual Calls for the Use of Lethal Force Against Peaceful Protesters ~ 18 Aug, 2014 by Dave Hodges  
The new Army manual, known as ATP 3-39.33, provides discussion and techniques about civil disturbances and crowd control operations that occur in the continental United States (CONUS) and outside the continental United States (OCONUS).
This document, just published this past Friday, August 15, 2014, promises to change the way the “authorities” deal with protesters, even peaceful ones. The consequences of ATP 39.33 could prove deadly for protesters. Further, the provisions of this Army manual could prove to be the end of the First Amendment right to peaceably assemble."
~thecommonsenseshow.com/2014/08/18/new-army-manual-calls-for-the-use-of-lethal-force-against-peaceful-protesters~

The nova-quickening of events is here... From last week's forecast: The Great Mass Movement Toward Worldwide Freedom ... now it begins in fits and spurts ... and giant leaps.

Amid the thunderous drumbeat of war, and more bloody war, the people rise, saying, WE WANT PEACE!!!

In opposition, Orwellian fear porn rules the media airwaves, as never before. For, the dark-side controllers write the worldwide script, authoring who the enemy is, and will be. Their goal: villainize and demonize 'any and every' person, group, and country as THE ENEMY.

THIS WEEK, during quiet moments reflect on how it feels to be free... those times in your life when suddenly burdens lifted and your were free to choose from life's possibilities. 


 Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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MORE...Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
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Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Friday, August 15, 2014

My Sexy Saturday ~ Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys ~ SUV carriage


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  Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

Note: Sherilyn, Zance, and Dontoya are in their SUV carriage, and on their way to the New Year's celebration at the Midnight Stardust Supperclub. 

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Seven paragraphs from ~ 

  Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys 
 
Chapter Sixty-three:
Zance stared into the eyes... 

 
"Mm-mm...I sure do like being between my tuxedo men." She performed a long languid shimmy. "From what I can see, so far, you two cowboys clean up real well."

Dontoya growly purred his appreciation as he rolled the SUV out of the garage, into the darkness of early evening. Snowflakes drifted on lazy air currents, and Zance's weather-nose told him there wouldn't be much piling up tonight.

"Wait until you get an eyeful of me and Donny-cat at the supperclub, sweetheart." He clasped their hands lover-like, his romantic nature taking over.

Sherilyn glanced at him, then Dontoya. "Eye candy to the right of me. Eye candy to the left of me."

"How about laying that little hand of yours on my thigh? Since my pardner's already enjoyin' your other hand. Yeah, just like that, darlin'." Dontoya sped up once they turned onto the ranch's main drive.

 Sherilyn gave another undulating shake. "Oh, I feel lighter than air, and we're not even at the grand opening."

Zance brought her gloved knuckles to his lips, brushing them. 
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For more of My Sexy Saturday ~mysexysaturday.blogspot.com
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My latest shapeshifter release: HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS, a ShapeShifter Seductions Presents Novel. 

 Sherilyn, Dono, and Zance invite you to read their love story ~
A woman desperate to save herself and her prize horses. Two shapeshifter cowboys who want her as their woman. That's only the beginning... Available: SMASHWORDS PREMIUM CATALOGUE ~ KINDLE ~ *TopSeller* at AllRomanceEbooks


For more info on my para-fantasy erotic romances check the sidebar.

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Have a sexy magical week ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance
 

Thursday, August 14, 2014

And Then Again ...

Last week I talked about the serial story I’ve got going over on Shapeshifter Seductions, and listed all the reasons why I won’t be gathering it into a self-published free read. Well, today I’m taking most of that back. Yes, it would mean a ton of work and we can’t charge for it. But then Savanna pointed out a free novel would make an excellent promotional tool for our blog and our shared universe. I’m not sure how excellent of a novel it would make, considering most of it was written on the fly, but when it’s free, who cares?

So it’s possible you might be seeing Talbot’s Peak—The Novel (we also need to come up with a title) at some point in the future. The story’s only got another three-four chapters to go. Then we can decide who’s going to get stuck gathering all 50-odd chapters together and formatting them and what about a cover and all the other minutiae. Well, I wanted to learn about self-publishing. This would make an acceptable test run.

Yeah, I lied. I made a big to-do last week and now I’m reversing my position. I can do that. I’m a writer. We make stuff up for a living. All fiction is lies. For that matter, so is a lot of “reality” television. Did you know those shows have writers? There’s a gig I’d love to land. You’ll notice there are no reality shows about writers. We’re a dull bunch on camera. All the action happens on the page.

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Last Saturday I attended a meeting of the writers’ group I’ve been a quasi-member of for—geez, it must be going on at least fifteen-twenty years by now. That’s scary, mostly because a lot of the members don’t appear to have had any lasting success in all that time. I’m not even sure if some of them are even writing any more. I think Darryl (“Mr. Know It All”) and I are the only ones who’ve sold more than one novel, and I had to jump genres to get that far. Of course, I can only judge by who shows up. Those who have become successful promptly leave the group. Saturday’s meeting demonstrated why that is.

I’ve never brought a story to the group for critique and don’t ever intend to. A group of less-than-successful writers who don’t know any more than you do telling you why your story sucks is not my idea of a productive afternoon. One time I did bring a manuscript, but it was a story I’d already sold to a high-end SF magazine. I brought it as a marketing tool, to show the group what a pro editor was currently buying. To my knowledge nobody looked at it, and nobody asked me about it. That should have told me all I needed to know right there.

Anyway, I showed up Saturday mostly to brag about my latest romance release and show off my shiny new cover. But first I made a tactical error. I asked the group in general if anyone had tried self-publishing, in the hopes I could pick up some pointers. Naturally Mr. Know It All immediately answered. He called self-publishing a waste of time and effort. “Sure, you can do it, if you want to throw your work away. You’ll never make any money at it.” End of discussion. God has spoken.

When I explained my situation, that I’m in a group with four other writers and we kind of fell into a shared universe and selling works set in said universe might lead to legal entanglements, he suggested we get a lawyer and hammer out some kind of agreement. Gee, why didn’t I think of that?

No one else spoke up. If they’d ever thought about self-pubbing, they sure weren’t going to mention it after God’s proclamation. So much for encouraging others.

But the worst was yet to come. A person I’ve long considered a friend was hosting the meeting, and I wanted to announce my imminent release and show her my cover. I practically had to drag her to the computer and force her to call up the site with my cover on it. First she wanted to pick my brain about self-publishing sites (Darryl was not in the room). She almost shut down the computer before I reminded her about the cover. Now that I think about it, I don’t believe she even commented on the cover. She did comment that she hasn’t written anything in a while. She wants to write something substantial. Something with meaning. Not like what I write.

Yeah, she said that. Thanks a heap, bitch.

Why do I even bother with these people? They’re a bunch of losers and wannabes. Most are likely to end up nevergonnabes. Wonder if Darryl’s sold a book recently? Last I heard, his career was in trouble because he’s still stuck on Lovecraftian horror while the market has moved on. He’s been living on his wife’s income, but she just retired. Bet he changes his mind about self-publishing within the next couple of months.

As for me, I realized years ago I could do my career the most good if I skipped these meetings and spent the time writing instead. Which I think I’ll be doing from now on. I’ve found a group of people who encourage me and challenge me to better myself, and who actually write instead of just talking about it. If you’re thinking of joining a writers’ group, that’s the kind you want.

And if you do visit a group and one of the members is named Darryl, run for the exit. Trust me.