The Magic of the New Atlantis Trilogy

Hi everyone, my American Title IV entry, MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS, is due to release sometime soon from Siren-BookStrand. The edits are complete and I'm waiting on cover art changes...so, we'll see...and yes, there's a part of me that's all a-tingly, as if I'm soaking in champagne. This story, as some of you know, is a pure labor of love and feels like a matter of destiny. That doesn't mean it will sell like those proverbial hot cakes. Although, an author can always dream ~ which I'm particularly good at, that is, daydreaming about good things.
What is also true, is that there are two more novels in my continuing series, titled the New Atlantis Trilogy. The second one, as yet untitled, is half written with the rest of the story outlined in a haphazard way which allows for me remaining a pantser sort of writer.
The following is a scene I wrote a couple of days past, specifically with a New Year's theme. Zryphus manages to take Kalypso to his homeworld, a tradition of his culture he honors.

Embrace of the Sun... New Year’s Day on Ozympia

A scene from The New Atlantis Trilogy after MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~

“If every grain of sand were crystal and pearl,” Kalypso murmured about the expanse of beach below her. Awe rose inside her as the Ozympian sun, a blazing white disc, rose above the oddly rippling ocean. Zryphus had explained leviathan beasts of every shape and size inhabited his homeworld’s seas, causing the great rows of waves.
As if to keep herself stable, Kalypso reached out for the top railing around the immense u-shaped deck. The deck extended beyond the cliff, but began at the main hearth room, as it was called, of Zryphus’ parents home, one of three. Even though she was still furious at his deception in bringing her to Ozympia, the wonders she’d seen and experienced would live inside her forever.
“As you tried to live inside me forever...last night.” She spoke as she heard him near her. Frowning, she crossed her arms, refusing to turn around.
“My wildcat woman,” he praised, using the same tone he’d used during the night after one of their wrestling-fierce lovemaking sessions. She’d been all over him, as fierce as a lioness.
Kalypso shook her loose hair, feeling the long length flow around her bare arms, then lift in the brisk whirling breezes.
“It’s a New Year’s tradition here, living inside you forever, Sheriff Gorgeous.” Enfolding her in his arms from behind, he nuzzled the rim of her ear, sending a frisson of pleasure down to her toes. “The longer we embrace in union, the longer the sun embraces the world with its resurrecting light.”
“Yes, the Embrace of the Sun...as your parents explained it. No doubt, we’ve saved Ozympia for an eternity,” she drily cut.
“No doubt,” he agreed, hugging her closer.
Kalypso wound her arms around his, then caressed his forearm. How could she help it? The beast lout had made her fall, at least, half in love with him. And with New Atlantis safe, for now, she could sort of forgive him. Besides, he never took ‘no’ for her final answer. Which was why her next words were, most likely, utterly stupidly foolish. “I don’t care what your Zerculeon tradition is, we are not married.”
“Kalypso, my woman.”
She heard his heart pour from his voice, then shine around her, the same way the rising sun spread its diamond heart light, embracing the navy blue ocean, and seeking to embrace the land.
“It is truly beautiful here, your world and your home.” With her next thought, she asked, “Why would you want to leave?”
“More beautiful than New Atlantis?” he teased, rocking her tenderly.
“No. Different. Everything is larger, a greater grandeur.”
“New Atlantis is greener. As if emeralds live everywhere.”
“Mmmm...lovely description. And true. Still, you didn’t answer my question.”
“A world may be one of majestic grandeur, but without a woman it cannot be home to a man. Not a Zerculeon man.”
Kalypso heard him with her soul because he spoke from his soul. She leaned back into an embrace of the sun. Him.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~

Kalypso & Zryphus invite you to read their love story ~
MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~ 2051 mystery-suspense futuristic ~ American Title IV finalist ~ coming from Siren-BookStrand ~ http://bookstrand.com ~

The Magic of a Winter in Blue

WINTER IN BLUE & THE YEAR OF TWO

Hi everyone, 2009 is considered to be the Year of Two in the world of numerology. The number TWO is love, companionship ~ this year is about couples coming together to care for each other and to love each other from their hearts and souls. This year is all about romance in all its many-splendored expressions.
This is also a time to join forces with each other to achieve our life dreams, as we are all doing today. Working together, during this year, will bring about the most satisfaction and success.

Since my OtherRealm, erotic romance novella *** ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE *** does not celebrate the holidays as we do here, I thought I’d write a winter courtship scene ten years prior to when the story begins. Yes, it’s all about romance in it’s purest form as Sher and Zag fall in love.

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The World of the Blue Pearl Moon–A world of lush erotic decadence, where the fiercest passions between a woman and a man need never be denied. A world of potent seductive arts, where every appetite is served in the salons and the lavish entertainments. A world of wicked and resplendent pleasures, where the love between a man and a woman is a sensual lusty affair, soaring up to the radiant blue vault of sky.
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Winter in Blue

The Courtship of Sher and Zag ~
A prequel scene to ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE ~

He rode beside her, Zag, the Baron, astride one of his winter steeds, a silvery gray stallion of majestic stature. Lady Sheridan glowed, a giddy excitement. Her heart winged toward him, the flight of a dove toward its mate. For a moment she closed her eyes, and hoped with all her being that his heart soared toward her. He’d spoken so. Just two days past. Two days of dreaming about him night and day. Of walking on a floor of air as she remembered the emerald smolder of his eyes only for her, as she remembered the fierce passion of his features before he had sealed her lips with a kiss that had been a silken blaze of pleasure over every inch of her flesh.
Goddess of the Blue Flame, she recalled his every word of love.
For two days now, she told herself to stop acting like a lust-wild virgin beneath the full blue pearl moon.
Yet, did she dare hope? Given his stud-formidable reputation with women, lots of women, could she afford to give her heart? His erotic talents and trysts were well-known throughout the kingdom. Still, in truth, she’d heard no woman claim his love as hers.
Shades of pale blue shimmered, a glaze over the deep blanket of snow on the mountain plateau, where she often trained her horses for competition. The cold air of winter only tickled her nose as bluefire raced through her veins. She listened to the snow-crunch of their horses’ hooves echo softly as they sedately traveled the scenic path. Blue-sky wishes, she wished her heart would quit fluttering, a fast-winging bird in her chest.
The frigid stillness around them, seemed as companionable as the silence between them now. She’d swiftly discovered being with him didn’t require the silly art of playing coy, of always engaging his attention.
“Sher.” His purring tone, so like a golden cougar, warmed her skin to honey. Clasping her gloved hand in his, he brought them to a halt. “Mother is throwing one of her extravagant balls for Father’s top business associates. Would you attend with me?”
His formal tone soared her insides, yet shattered her composure. This invitation to the Baroness’s high profile event was a step toward becoming engaged.
“Yes.” The icy mist of her breath met the mist of his.
“Sher, you have become my heart.”
Subtly, he squeezed her hand, his gaze a glisten of fire. Lifting her hand beneath his lips, he caught the edge of her glove with his teeth. Almost fiercely, he tugged, exposing a sliver of bare skin. With one kiss, soft yet completely potent, he seduced the underside of her wrist.
Spinning inside, she leaned toward him. Their lips collided in a searing kiss. As he claimed her mouth with a ferocity that pleased her, she moaned, inviting the play of his tongue. They dueled passionately, the swordplay of pleasure only interrupted when his stallion became impatient.
“I shall teach him better manners.” His grin wickedly teased her.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~

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Now featured at my blog ~ http://kougarkisses.blogspot.com ~ is HAPPY NEW YEAR... on another Earth ~ a Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~
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A Happy New Year of Blue....
Lady Sheridan & Baron Zaggry invite you to read their love story ~
ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE ~ an aristocratic fantasy of fiercest passion ~ *5 Stars* from ReviewYourBook ~ available from Siren Publishing ~ http://www.sirenpublishing.com/savannakougar/asobp.asp ~
An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

The Magic of Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer

"Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer
You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen.,
But do you recall
The most famous reindeer of all?

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Had a very shiny nose,
And if you ever saw it,
You could even say it glows.

All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names;
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say:
Rudolph with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

Then how the reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,
You'll go down in history."

Okay, I’ll admit it. As a wittle kid I loved Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer ~ ever since I heard the song, whether it was Gene Autry or Burl Ives singing, I don’t know. I know it was probably before kindergarten. And, gee, was I ever enchanted the first time I saw the animated version. I could hardly wait for the next holiday season of TV. Rudolph, Santa, the North Pole, all of it seemed so real to me, I could hardly believe it wasn’t.
Ah, the pains of growing up. But, we won’t go there. Not the painful part, that is...

But, okay, I did grow up and developed a sex-rated side to my personality.
When I originally wrote the following scene, I had no clue whatsoever it would turn out as it did...I just let my heroine and hero...well, be themselves...

The Naughty Version of Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Ever wonder just how sexually naughty a carnal cherub can be?
Be warned, this ain’t one of those adorable little cherubs decorating holiday cards and gift items.
The original order of Cherubim were fierce warriors for the Divine. Carnal cherubs have been created to live in both the celestial and material realms. They serve the Divine as warriors, carrying out missions for the Good of All.

Holiday excerpt from WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~

“The diner looks like an early sixties place, even the Christmas decorations. All we need is snowfall.” Sedona dismounted, took off her helmet, and glanced outside. She saw no one.
“Underground walkways,” Volcano explained. ”This way, foxy lady.”
He offered his hand, grinned so adorably his angel woman didn’t refuse. She grasped his hand, trusted his lead. A priceless gift to his heart, his heart for her.
A side panel opened. He lead her down a short flight of stairs, then up a short flight into the diner.
“Looks as advertised,” she whispered to his ear. Only the people, about thirty of them, were eclectic, except for the flannel shirts and the ubiquitous denims. And the smiling faces. Sedona hadn’t seen smiles like that in forever. She couldn’t help smiling inside.
“Volcano!” a distinguished male voice hailed.
“Don’t be surprised. He likes to play Santa.” Volcano held out his hand.
“Eldridge,” he greeted boisterously.
Sure enough, Eldridge was Santa sans the pot belly, and sans the elderly age.
“And what do you want for Christmas, angel Sedona?” Elridge jovial asked, his dark blue eyes gleaming.
“The dismantling and destruction of the New World Order,” she promptly answered.
“On Santa’s list. How about a candy cane in our north pole hot chocolate?”
“Is my name and hot chocolate craving transmitted on some celestial channel?” Sedona smiled only because he was so Santa charming.
“Santa knows all. Sees all. Mostly, Santa isn’t a voyeur,” he happily assured, gave Volcano a knowing wink.
“I don’t get to sit on Santa’s lap, do I?” Sedona naughty swiped at Volcano, squeezed his hand.
“My lap,” he possessed. Sitting down in the booth, he grabbed her onto his lap.
“Oooh, Santa, he’s such a brute with me.” Sedona clung to Volcano’s neck, raised her shoulders, then wiggled, just a little. “My goodness, I wonder if you have a stocking that big,” she crooned, Marilyn Monroe breathless.
Santa Elridge laughed like a bowl full of jelly. “Hot chocolate and merry berry pancakes on the way.” He pivoted from them wisely.
“Want to see ‘how big’?” Volcano whispered lust into his woman’s ear. “I’m glowing like Rudolph the reindeer’s nose, for you.”
“Take it out only if we’re flying through fog, delivering presents to all the good little boys and girls,” Sedona sarcasm whispered.
“Red and glowing, I’m delivering this gift to you later. I’ll create all the fog you want,” Volcano passionate whispered, his lips pressing the delicate lobe of her ear.
Melting, her eyes shut, her heart pounding elation, she whispered, “Naughty, naughty, cherub.”
“Just a peek,” he bad boy enticed. Gently, he placed her next to him.
“Not fair!” she whispered. “What if I like what I see? Want it?”
“I promise an early Christmas present.” His voice was pure wicked invitation.
“Just a peek,” she relented, even as he shifted toward her, undid his pants.
Sedona inhaled sharply, her eyes grew two sizes too big. “Rudolph’s nose!” she whispered, hyperventilating. His tip protruded, bright, bright, glowing red. Enormous.
“Merry Christmas,” he seductively whispered. Gripping her hand, he touched her fingertip to his red engorged tip.
The sweetest sensation of bliss filled her. “My god, Merry Christmas,” she softly moaned.
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CHRISTMAS DAY, 2012 ~ a scene after WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

“Don’t you dare let Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer, out to play...you bad cherub,” Sedona scolded, before she dismounted from the flyer cycle.
The instant her boot made contact with the snow-covered ground, she slipped on the ice beneath. Flailing her arms wildly, she managed to tilt her body backwards. Her butt smacked the cement-like floor of the timber forest, the thud seeming to echo between the mountain ranges surrounding them.
“If you laugh,” she irately dared. Rubbing her smarting derriere, she watched him effortlessly dismount, then pivot toward her. “Oh, go ahead. Why not?” She grimaced, tempted to laugh.
Her cherub removed his helmet, his gaze beaming with purply amusement, With a wave of his hand, he removed hers. “No, do not move, my woman,” he mock-warned, then frowned for real when she moved to stand. “I must check for any injury done to your precious bottom.”
Her jaw dropped for a moment, but she stayed put. “No, you will not.”
Before she could blink, he pounced, trapping her beneath him. Manhandling her with an ease she found disconcerting, he flipped her over on her stomach, then straddled her.
“No, Aru,” she gasped out, her hands clutching at his when he took hold of her pants. “What about Aru?”
“He’s asleep, snug and warm in the bag.”
“My butt’s going to freeze...” But he was already pulling down the leather-like pants. “My face is going to freeze. No!”
“A very quick inspection,” he promised, smoothing his hands over the generous curves of her ass.
Seconds later, an amazing warmth spread over her derriere and through her body. “Ooooh, that feels good.”
“This is going to feel even better.”
“What are you doing, you decadent cherub?” Sedona scowled at only whiteness, her face a scant inch above the snow.
“Rudolph enjoys romping in the snow.”
“Rudolph can enjoy the ‘inside’ of the cabin. If he’s...”
He rolled her over swiftly, his hands gripping her butt cheeks. Sedona stared into the white lightning of his eyes. “Rudolph’s nose feels like an inferno,” he growled. His cock struck inside her exposed feminine folds where the cold air had just blasted.
Sedona glowed deliciously. The stabbing blaze of his manhood in contrast to the chill seizing her face and her naked hips, took her like an unexpected storm. Surrendering, she tilted her sex to his rutting thrusts.
“Your mouth,” he commanded. Swooping down, he melded their lips together, his kiss a scorch of passion that touched her soul.
Sedona arched upwards, spiking her fingers into his glorious thick mane of hair. She held tightly kissing him with all the wanton recklessness inside her, the wildness claimed by no other man. He plunged faster inside her, sizzling her sheath with rapture, sending shards of ecstasy up her loins...winging her skyward.
Squeezing her butt like a savage, he lunged deep, shattering her into crystalline bliss, into an orgasm she felt enter him, then explode through him.
“Merry Christmas, my angel woman.”
“Yes, it is.”
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Blurb: WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
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.
[paranormal erotic romance]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~

Anything you've forgotten lately?

Five things that I wish I did, but don't always remember.

1. Check that the towel is within reach, before stepping into the shower.
2. Label stuff in the freezer, so I don't end up serving apple pie with a side dish of mashed potatoes and peas.
3. Look around to see that I have washed up all the plates before I empty the hot soapy water out of the sink.
4. Take the list. A shopping list is a wonderful thing, but not when it's under a magnet on the refrigerator, and I'm in the supermarket trying to remember what was on it. You'd think the magnet with the good-looking hunk that I picked up at the Romantic Times Convention in Pittsburgh would be enough to get my attention.
5. Remember what it was I went upstairs for, without having to go back down again first.

Any of that sound familiar?

Something else you might have been meaning to do, but might have slipped your mind, what with Xmas and the winter solstice and all that - voting in American Title V.

You can go there right now on
http://www.romantictimes.com/news_amtitle.php
or simply vote by e-mail - votes@romantictimes.com

And of course, I hope you’ll remember to put Never Coming Home in the subject line.

Celestial Magic

Angelic Forecast ~ XVI

“Happy Winter Solstice,” I say to the Heavenly One. He surfs next to me, riding on a stream of stars.
“Good timing, right?” He grins, lighting up my dark bedroom with a golden glow.
“Darn right, since I was about to visit dreamland.”
“The time of the Winter Solstice is always busy,” he explains.
I lift my eyebrows in question while bathing in the sparkling tiny globes of light falling down on me like rain.
“It is a time when people open themselves to hearing our sacred messages, and call upon us.”
“They receive your light as they receive the longer days of light.”
He smiles from ear to ear, waves his hand and a cascade of jewel-colored sparkles float downward.
I smile, feeling utterly blissful. “This year Christmas day breaks down to the number eleven, then two. A day of destiny and love.”
“Yes. Now is the time to gather all those you love as close as possible. The time for community has arrived, a renaissance of community. The more people learn to live and work together for the benefit of all, the brighter their days.”
“I can believe that,” I mutter, wishing it would occur over night, as I watch him surf from my bedroom, the stars forming like an ocean wave.

The following week brings many moments of great highs and great lows...great joys and great sadness on the world stage. Although, this is a week for giving and receiving gifts from each other, a time for celebrating that we are able to give from our hearts to each other, it is also a time of cleansing, for letting go of those old gifts which no longer suit us, as certain styles of clothing may no longer suit us, or suit the direction of our lives.
Indeed, release the old and receive the new gifts Spirit has for you. Smile often at each other. Enjoy what those you love give you. Look at their hearts for you. And let them look at your heart for them. For that is the heart of our holidays.

Happy Holidays & Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona

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JUST IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS IN 2012, THAT IS...

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?

Blurb: 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? ...more

Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend, BookStrand author of FLAVIA’S SECRET and A SECRET TREASURE ~
http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com/2008/08/author-discovery-savanna-kougars-when.html ~

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ adventure fantasy erotic romance ~ available from BookStrand ~
http://www.bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar/wagaf.asp ~ http://www.bookstrand.com/ ~

Kiss from Savanna Kougar...

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~

Black Cat Beauty ~ Cover Art Magic

In this sacred season of gift-giving, I received an incomparable gift, the cover art for my novella, Black Cat Beauty, coming soon from Liquid Silver Books. Anne Caine, my cover artist, captures the naughty black cat heroine perfectly ~ along with her rising Hollywood star hero. Not only that, Anne’s polished artistic touch is like the wave of a magical wand. The final creation is a shimmering of fantasy and reality fused, which tempts the eye to simply indulge and linger in the enjoyment.
I don’t have a release date yet. But here’s the blurbie ~

A private Halloween party in a gothic mansion hidden in the Hollywood Hills. Add one party crasher, Sable Kiki, a naughty black cat with a sexy wild human side.
Her covert assignment from her devious, always-cunning father: use her seductive wiles to find out the truth from Devon Zant, a movie star on the rise to super stardom.
Posing as the superhero actor, Devon Zant, D’Torr has arrived on Earth seeking revenge for the capture of his younger brother, and to assist in stopping a powerful enemy.
The leviathan warfleet of the Altirrux wants rule of all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D’Torr’s race, and all the inhabitants of the rare blue jewel, Earth.

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If you’re in the mood, or you simply want to increase you TBR pile, here are two opportunities from my Publishers and my sister authors.

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Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!

For a peek at the real Santa of your dreams...and a stocking full of Liquid Silver Books for the Grand Gift winner ~ and individual giveaways, too ~ come slide down all the blog chimneys and leave a comment ~ from THURSDAY, the 18th MIDNIGHT to FRIDAY, the 19th at MIDNIGHT.

The blog trail will START at Nina Pierce’s blog and END at Stephanie's blog.

1. Nina Pierce: http://www.ninapierce.com/romanceblog ~
2. Paige Tyler: http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com ~
3. Savanna Kougar: http://kougarkisses.blogspot.com ~
4. Kim Knox: http://www.darknessandromance.wordpress.com ~
5. Jeanne Barrack: http://jeanneworldsnewsletter.blogspot.com/ ~
6. Dawn Montgomery: http://www.dawnmontgomery.com/blog ~
7. Tina Holland http://tinaholland.wordpress.com/ ~
8. Taige Crenshaw: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/blog ~
9. McKenna Jeffries: http://mckennajeffries.com/blog/ ~
10. Stephanie Adkins: http://stephanieadkins.wordpress.com/blog/ ~

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PLUS!!! Saturday, the 20th and on Sunday, the 21st its...ta-da!

*** Siren-Bookstrand Christmas Party ***

~~~ For a weekend of erotic sizzle and holly jolly lust join the authors of Siren-BookStrand this weekend. ~~~

Here’s the invitation from Lindsay Townsend, one of the original planners for this event ~
Hi! Join us for a full weekend on December 20 and 21st when we party away for Christmas!
It's all happening next weekend on the Siren-Bookstrand Group:
Christmas Crackers - Contests. Prizes. Hunks. Christmas Stocking Fillers. (Need a last minute gift? Our Stocking Fillers could give you that perfect present - especially to yourself. There will be excerpts galore to savour, from Christmas -themed stories and from other stories.)
All welcome! Tell your friends. Come as and when you can - it's all weekend on December 20-21st, right here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SirenBookstrand/ ~

Best wishes, Lindsay

Lindsay Townsend

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For those who enjoy a sizzle-rated seasonal love story, I will be posting my Serial Flash ~
Santa Baby, waitin’ just for you... HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED ~ Part One through Part Thirteen will be featured at the SIREN-BOOKSTRAND HOLIDAY PARTY ~ Dare to find out what Three French Hens really means...
And!
Volcano, my carnal cherub hero in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, will be there with celestial bells on, giving his angelic readings for all who ask ~
VOLCANO’S ANGELIC FORECAST for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
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HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~

Looking forward to 2009

2009 is just around the corner, so I've been in planning/goal-setting mode this week. I printed out my blank monthly calendars and filled in the dates with all my writing-related activities -- daily page counts, deadlines, RWA chapter meetings, book signings/author events, travel and blog posts. Since the American Title contest that brought us Title Magicians together focused on paranormal stories, we're going to continue our paranormal theme here. For my part, I'm going to be starting two new series of blogs here next year.

Once a month, I'll be reviewing a book from the paranormal shelf on my brand new bookcase.

Hopefully, this will prompt me to start reading the books faster than I can accumulate them. I don't have room for any more bookcases. There are four in my office already!

And once a month, I'll be blogging about a paranormal/sci-fi movie or TV show. These are among my absolute favorites, so we'll be exploring both old and new stories here -- everything from my Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVD collection to the new X-Men Origins: Wolverine that is set to hit theaters May 1. Here's the awesome trailer, including Hugh Jackman in all his Wolvy goodness. :)




So, I hope you make a point to check the Title Magic blog each Monday-Friday to see what paranormal fun we have in store.