Monday, February 28, 2011

A Hunter's Desires

A HUNTER'S DESIRES

Tri Omega Mates 6

AVAILABLE: Thursday, March 3rd

Available for Pre-Order Now!

Erotic Paranormal, Werewolves, M/M/M, Male Ménage a Trois Romance

Nikolai Miroslav was sent to the frozen north of Russia to investigate a pack of Tri Omegas. He can't find a single trace of them but he does find Vasiliy Federov, the sweetest smelling man he's ever met. When Vasiliy accepts his proposition for a night of sex, Nikolai is thrilled until the next morning when Vasiliy informs him that their lives are in danger. Better yet, somehow during their sexual escapades the previous night, they mated each other.

Unfortunately, the danger to them is real and a wolf hunter is bent on killing them both. When Serge Dmitriev attacks, Niko finds himself with another mate, one who has no idea he's a wolf. The man doesn't even realize that during his attack on Nikolai and Vasiliy, they forged a mating bond between all three of them that will only end in death.

Now, Nikolai finds himself with two mates he never planned on having, a basement full of Tri Omegas, an insane Beta trying to kill him, and a band of hunters wanting their heads. If Nikolai, Vasiliy, and Serge have any hope of getting out alive, they will need to work together and that means accepting their mating bond. But is what they might have together worth changing their entire lives?


Angelic Forecast ~ #130


“A spin in a Vimana, oh, absolutely.” Am I bubbling so much inside that my feet hardly meet the floor.

“I believe you will see familiar sights, beautiful woman priestess.”

With a short bow, he sweeps his arm indicating I should proceed him. After a glance at the Heavenly One, and with his nod of approval, I walk, no basically I walk on air toward a tall archway.

Suddenly, I am standing on desert-type terrain, and around me is a red-sandy colored landscape that is oddly familiar, and not. There are flowering desert plants. Sorts of cactuses. And short trees with bare limbs that appear to have huge thorns.

“Wow,” I utter. I mean what do I say?

“Mars is recovering well.” Amen-Dhuroth moves beside me. His shadow is so tall I feel overwhelmed. “May I address you by the name of your first Atlantean incarnation?”

I blink rapidly for several seconds. I am stunned, to say the least. Yet... something about all this feels so right. “Of course. Whatever that name is.”

“Sha-Ralaka. Your formal name. I called you Sh’raka.”

“I like it.” In my head I savor the sound of the name while looking for any sense of that I remember it.

Giggles erupt unexpectedly. They become so uncontrollable, I hold my stomach. My eyes tear up. And, all I can think about are the lyrics to a song. So, I go with it. Why not? After all, everything is craziness, and becoming crazier by the second.

With a huge breath, I badly sing... Boom Shaka Laka, everybody on yer feet, da ladies in yer house feel complete, while the guys say Shaka Laka Boom Boom, come'on in everybody burn da room... boom boom Shaka Laka.

“Yes,” I hear moments later, “2012 is ramping up...Shaka Laka boom boom.”

TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

For the following week, and several weeks afterward, ‘fire’ is likely to be one major theme around our beloved planet, Earth. Both, the destructive force of fire and the beneficial uses of fire.

Fire Rising in the Soul. The Fire and Fury of War Drums. The Fire and Ash of Land Changes. The Lightning Fire and Roaring Storms of Weather.

While the flames of anger escalate and race around the globe, our spiritual flames soar ever higher as humanity reaches for a golden age.

On a personal level, now is the time to use your Inner Wisdom. Take time to gaze at the reality around you. What actions do you need to take to remain safe, fed and warm? To care for all those you love, and those who love you?

At this time, new dimensions of love are being revealed, and felt. This new awareness of LOVE will be acted upon and begin to spread like an embracing wildfire.

To counter this LOVE, the dark force will release such a black cloud of evil it will appear to obscure the light of goodness. Divide and conquer, that will be the main strategy used against every strata of society. False enemies, false targets will be provided in such a convincing manner many will be fooled.

On the bright side, look for new alternative energy sources. On the horizon there are several that can transform our world toward THE GOOD. These new energy systems are not likely to be on the commercial market, however. It is more realistic to discover them by word of mouth.

On the trend scene, as has been mentioned, what is old is now new. Skills and crafts necessary for life in the 1800s are being revived. Take advantage of all the old timey knowledge available. Choose what suits you and go for it. There is a great deal of soul satisfaction to be had. And, in these times, such knowledge will become invaluable.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

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?

~~~ IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list ~

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WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ adventure fantasy erotic romance ~ available from Siren-BookStrand ~
~~~

~ HAVE A MAGICKAL WEEK ~

Kisses from Savanna Kougar...

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

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[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]

When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]

Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]

Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print

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Saturday, February 26, 2011

New interview over at Fallen Angel Reviews!




What's my inspiration? Bad habits? If I could take a year off, where would I go? What’s my favorite “escapist” reading? Tammy at Fallen Angel Reviews asks me these questions and more. Go check it out!



Wednesday, February 23, 2011

A few words on male beauty in fiction and fashion

Many M/M authors, such as myself for example, like to use androgynous male figures in their fiction. It is somewhat of a trend, and very typical to Japanese yaoi anime and manga.  Why? I'm not sure. Are we simply fascinated with the idea of male beauty? Do we prefer it over classical "handsomeness"? And then, there's the classical pairing of a strong top and a beautiful bottom. Do we want to recreate the same balance there is a heterosexual couple? I don't have a clue. Quite honestly, I don't know where this tendency stems from? Lately, I don't give a damn.

I admire beauty wherever I see it, be in in a flower or a man. Why am I writing about this? Because a friend of mine just showed me a couple of photos that have me in awe. 

I've seen this model before, and his beauty struck me back then, just like it does now. His name is Andrej Pejic and he originates from Bosnia Herzegovina. When I first found a picture of him, I read the comments and was appalled at the amount of vitriol I read there, just because he is "beautiful" not "handsome". 

Now don't misunderstand me. He is famous, rich and very appreciated by many, including famous fashion designers. What I mean to say is that beauty in all its forms is the same, and we can only admire it, like we would a beautiful rose. That's what I do when I look at these beautiful pictures - whether he is dressed as a woman or as a man. It inspires me to write, and whether I write handsome men or beautiful men, in the end, it doesn't matter. Love is love, no matter what.

Please note - I don't own these photos, so don't sue me :).

For more: http://models.com/models/andrej-pejic

Wednesday's Words for February 23, 2011


There are all different kinds of talents that people possess, and some of them leave me in awe. The one I’m thinking of at the moment is the talent to keep a spotlessly tidy house.

Yes, that most certainly is a talent and, sadly, not mine. Not even a whisper of it do I possess.

I’ve been to peoples’ houses where everything is so pristine you could eat off the floor. Not a speck of dust is visible, no cobweb can be found. Not a crumb mars the perfection of the perfectly clean, shiny surfaces and not a paper, or a pen, or a candy wrapper can be found out of place on any table, chair or ottoman.

How do they do it? I spend time cleaning and tidying. I do! I vacuum and I dust, I sweep and I put things away. I wash the dishes (by hand because, pity me, I have no dishwasher and never have had one). I wipe the counters and the stove, the fridge, and the freezer. Once a week I also do that with bleach in the water!

And my house looks…okay, but pretty far from immaculate.

My brother, on the other hand, is a very fastidious fellow. His house is always very near perfect. It’s just a natural state of being for him and it always has been. Very intimidating when he’s coming to dinner, let me tell you.

He’s ten years my senior. I recall a lecture he gave me when I was around 8 or 9, on “the seven places where clothes are allowed to be”. They were: hanger, dresser drawer, body, laundry hamper, washer, clothes line, and ironing basket.

Yes, that lecture took place a long time ago, in the last century. I don’t know if many people have ironing baskets any more. I know I don’t have one.

I have tried to be more conscientious about my housekeeping. Theoretically it should be easier now than it was when I was raising my kids because in those days it was four against one (I was the one). Now it’s only one against one most of the time. Of course, I’m older now, and not nearly as mobile as I used to be. Neither does my stamina take me as far as once it did.

Do you know what I think? I think there are evil little invisible elves that creep in when I’m not looking. They dirty dishes, and leave stuff lying about. They create dust elephants, cobwebs, and general disorder in the blink of an eye. They also spread their invisibility. I think I am done cleaning, so I sit down, and then I see what I’ve missed.

And when my grandchildren are here, why then, those darn elves work twice as hard!
I tried to think when was I last really successful at getting my house to a level of cleanliness that not only felt good but lasted for a few days. And I remembered it was the year that RT was in Pittsburgh.

My beloved and our daughter left for the Caribbean, and when I came home from taking them to the airport, I cleaned my house.

I was alone for a few days, and didn’t need to repeat the process as it was quite easily maintained. I cooked, I ate, I did all the things that normally take place here. And the house stayed spic and span.

My good friend came from far away, and she stayed over two nights. And still, the general orderliness of tidy took but a few moments to accomplish. Then we left for the convention.

Of course, when I got home, my husband had returned and, come to think of it, the first thing I did after I unpacked was clean the house which somehow had returned to its usual state of chaos.

I haven’t been fortunate enough to visit again that place of Nirvana where all around me stays neat and tidy. But then, I’ve not spent any days alone here, either.

Hmm. I wonder if this is a clue?

Love,
Morgan
Morgan Ashbury writes as Cara Covington!
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Kaldor Saga 4: Mending Shattered Souls available for pre-order

Woot! Kaldor Saga 4: Mending Shattered Souls is now available for purchase at the Siren Bookstrand website. This is a book I dedicate to all the loyal Kaldor readers who urged me on when I was in a slump. Thank you, everyone. I hope you enjoy the story.

 

After his betrayal, Pierre D’Argent is tortured and broken by his own people. His only desire is to somehow find salvation in death. But a mysterious man going by the name of X rescues him, bringing a spark of hope in his life.

Love blossoms between them, despite Pierre’s incurable affliction and X’s amnesia. But shattered souls cannot be mended so easily. On the run from the Sidhe and vampire nations, at odds with their only allies, Pierre and X find themselves in a situation with no escape.

When X’s past reemerges, it brings even more complications and problems. But the worst is yet to come. The Kaldorian land of Xeetha is crumbling under the attack of hostile forces. The two lovers will have to fight for the freedom of the demon lands. Will love be enough to help them find a way?

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The book will be available on March 1st. Until then, I am gifting you with an extra excerpt. For more, just click on the link above :D.

 

 

He was lost, lost and damned to the darkness and to the pain. The shadows around him threatened to swallow him whole. But he wouldn’t go down without a fight. They’d regret their birth by the time he finished them off.

With vengeance burning in his veins, he tried to jump one of the blurry silhouettes that circled him. It was useless. Strong bindings kept his arms immobilized, and his wings weren’t much better. At first they seemed numb, but as the seconds passed, they started to hurt terribly. The prisoner gritted his teeth at the pain, knowing that it was a natural part of the healing process. After his wings were better, he had a chance at freeing himself.

For now, escaping would most likely be impossible. He was still trapped in some sort of earthling contraption, which effectively immobilized his arms, legs, and wings. He could feel tubes piercing his entire body, and his skin and bones burned as if having gone through a great fire. He was weak now, so he needed a good plan to escape.

A low chuckle sounded somewhere in front of him. As his vision became clearer, the prisoner located the source of the laughter in a middle-aged human dressed in a white robe, sitting on a simple stool. “You’re thinking about freeing yourself, you little freak? Forget about it!” The man got off the stool and walked up to his prisoner, laughing when the platinum blond tried to lunge at him. “Tsk, tsk. Be a good boy! After all, this will be your permanent home from now on, and you should consider making some friends.”

“Fuck you!” the warrior growled. “You can’t keep me here forever! I’ll get out eventually, and I’ll rip your heart out and make you eat it!”

A flash of fear passed through the human’s eyes, but then his gaze became sly and almost predatory. “I don’t think so. But maybe if you would cooperate with us…we could work together for the good of mankind. What do you say?” He smiled, passing a lascivious gaze over the warrior’s body. “I’m sure we could be great together.”

The warrior didn’t even try to suppress his surge of disgust. He just spat at his captor, giving a disdainful look. The man wiped the spit off his face, glaring at his prisoner and signaling other people dressed like him to come closer. “Idiot demon. You’ll regret that. I’ll give you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

The other men disappeared in the shadows behind the prisoner. Still bound, he could not turn his head to see what they were doing, but he could hear loud metallic sounds coming from somewhere in the back.

The man in white grinned. “Feeling a little frightened, are we?”

The prisoner scoffed. “There’s nothing you can do to me that I would ever fear.”

“We’ll see about that,” the man answered as he pulled a syringe from his pocket and injected one of the tubes.

The warrior hissed as the solution started affecting his body, his mobility restricted once more. The human grinned as he approached the prisoner and raised his head, whispering in his ear, “Last chance. Will you join our forces or not? Think about it. By my side, you’ll be free and powerful, feared and respected by all.”

The human’s tongue slipped into his prisoner’s ear, and his hands started roaming the bound man’s body. It was nauseating, and even in his drug-induced daze, the prisoner somehow managed to oppose it.

“Stop…touching…me!” he croaked out.

As if by miracle, the human’s touch disappeared. “Fine. You’ll beg for me to fuck you before the end.”

With that, the white-clad man sat back down on the stool and nodded to someone in the back. Suddenly the machine trapping the warrior started to vibrate. At first, the prisoner didn’t know what was happening, but suddenly an excruciating pain engulfed his back. He felt the machine pulling and pulling at his wings until the pain became too much to bear. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t fight. He could only suffer. As the contraption continued its work, some part of him yielded, and the prisoner felt the break in his body and his heart. He couldn’t help but scream as his black wings were ripped from his body.

“No!”

* * * *

 

As X’s eyes flew open, a figure loomed over him. On instinct, he attacked the unidentified figure, obviously another enemy bent on his destruction.

As he kicked and tore into the flesh of his enemy, the other man started to fight back. Between hits, X managed to hear the unknown person shout.

“Hey, stop! X, stop already! It’s me.”

The voice sounded familiar, and X shook the remnants of his dream only to identify the person he was fighting as Min. Min currently boasted several wounds, gained in his struggle with X, and X felt terrible for the attack on his friend. Min had already sustained enough physical damage for him to be the target of his attack.

“I suppose it is too much to ask you what you were dreaming about,” Min said shakily.

X didn’t say anything, just turned his back on Min Yu. “How are the others?”

“They’re fine for now,” Min replied. “They’ve kept the arguments to the minimum.”

X sighed, nodding at the former hunter. It was good news, but that didn’t mean the disease wouldn’t hit again soon.

Seeing that the storm would last a while, they’d decided to rest. One of them, either Min or X, would keep watch, in case anything happened. After his shift, X had finally managed to doze off. However, in the process, he’d ended up in that terrible place. He somehow knew that his dream must be a memory buried deep inside. Now that he had his wits, he could even face what he’d lost, the knowledge that they’d destroyed a very important part of him. His entire being screamed that there were many things he needed to remember, but whenever he tried, he found himself in front of a powerful barrier. For the time being, he had no choice but to abandon the idea of remembering, temporarily, to focus on Pierre. After all, his memories weren’t essential right now, but he did need to take care of the young Sidhe.

He had no idea why Pierre attracted him so much. By rights, they didn’t know each other, but there was a vulnerability and a sorrow inside Pierre that X thought he could understand. He wanted to make things better, to help Pierre heal and the brothers reconcile.

Out of the corner of his eye, X stole a look at the Sidhe. The D’Argent brothers had been attempting to rest at the other side of the cabin, but right now they were very much awake, a fact that was to be expected taking into account the noise he’d made upon waking up. As he looked outside to the snowy mountain, X hoped they wouldn’t have any trouble with the DSS. They had escaped the storm, but it still prevented them for making further progress. They were still too close of the Sidhe facility for comfort.

“I think we should get moving,” Jean Luc said, as if guessing his thoughts. “Michel and the others can’t be far behind.”

Min assented, his exotic features showing his displeasure as he thought about the Imperials. The memory shook X as well as he remembered the first time he’d set eyes on Jean Luc. Had it only been a few days ago? It seemed like forever. The image of Jean Luc being dragged off by the Imperials quickly morphed into Pierre and the way he’d look when X had met him.

X got up and made his way across the small cabin, suddenly feeling the need to ensure Pierre was there, safe, by his side. The memory of his beautiful eyes filled with pain, that desire to die, still plagued X. It would probably continue to plague him his entire life, just like the image of his pure-hearted lover turning into a monster.

X fought the painful images resurrected by that thought. He didn’t want to think about that now, because now, Pierre’s beautiful blue eyes were clear, like a cloudless sky, giving him a look of genuine concern. It was more than obvious that his brother had practically forced him to stay out of the fight between him and Min.

Just when he was walking over to Pierre, X felt something approach. He saw Jean Luc tense at the same moment, and Min immediately took out his weapons.

Pierre paled. “H-How far are they?”

“Not far,” Jean Luc said flatly. “We won’t have time to lose them this time.”

X nodded at the words of the silver-haired Sidhe. The way Jean Luc could analyze things so coldly always startled him, but the older Sidhe would be an asset in the fight to come. The Imperials were a force to be reckoned with. X and his friends were in for a terrible time.

People watching - or where writing starts

Have you ever seen a dog begging for food? Or maybe a hungry kitten is meowing, rubbing against someone in hope of getting a treat? There are three scenarious that can be expected - being ignored, being fed, or being cast aside.

Sometimes, I think imagination is a lot like that, hungry. And just like the stray kittens and dogs, they beg for food. How do you feed it?

I people watch. I admit it, it's a personal guilty pleasure. When I look out the window, either from the train or from the bus, I love to see the flashing silhouettes of others passing me by. Sometimes, I see a man talking on the phone and I wonder, what is he talking about. Seeing a person move his or her hands in a certain way or watching her fiddle with a ring always draws my attention. I wonder what's on their mind right now. What makes them nervous? 

There is just so much in this world that we cannot fathom unless we see it echoed in others. It is said that people always understand themselves less than they do everything else. Maybe that's where it starts.

The newspapers are always filled with the same stupid stuff, 99% of it either rape and murder, or political intrigue. Watching the news is not people watching, but it's illuminating in its own way. Everything is so fake and hypocritical that you can have fun hunting for the cracks in the facades of the politicians. If they are there.

But in the end, I am a romance author, and I want to see honest interaction. So I people watch. Sometimes, even in my own home. Have you ever taken the time to see how your loved ones act when they want to ask you something, but know they shouldn't? Or how they act when they're hiding something? Or am I just weird for doing it?

Today, I caught myself doing it to my mom :). It's always a marvel to observe a person you know so well and realize that you actually know so little.

I like to see love out there, people holding hands, laughing. I like to see honest affection in couples and families. And I watch it, just like I watch the occasional conflict on the street, be it taxi drivers screaming at each other in the busy summer traffic or two kids fighting over a treat.

Sometimes, I ask myself how do they see me. And how do we all look to that higher power, or to any other race that exists other than us? Even cats and dogs, they have their own way of people-watching. So what do they think?

Maybe my writing starts here, in observing people. And it's quite an enjoyable past time :) Try it. You might be surprised at what you'll find.


 

And with that, I'm going back to my WIP :D. I've procrastinated enough for today.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Angelic Forecast ~ #129


I whirl to him. “We’re on Mars?”

“You are, beautiful woman priestess.”

Even as I swivel my head fast, I cannot believe the words I’ve just heard. Or, the man I now see.

Man or god? I have to ask myself.

There is nothing else to do but stare at the super tall being... okay, probably seven foot, or so... who looks like he came to life from one of the depictions of a god on the wall painting.

Let me tell you ‘handsome’ doesn’t cover it, either. And, he’s not all that covered. Even the coloring of his skin is amazing. A red bronze that only enhances his features and his gorgeous, strongly muscled legs.

“Hi,” I say.

After a slow smile I could lose myself in forever, he speaks. “I am Amen-Dhuroth. Would you like a spin in my Vimana?”

Everything in me spins with power-packed excitement. Still, I ask, “Vimana, isn’t that an ancient flying machine?”

“Ancient in Earth’s texts, yes. In reality, no. Mine awaits us outside.” He gleams another smile.

“Outside, as in enough oxygen?” ‘Am I really on Mars?’ runs through my head like ticker tape.

“You have already become accustomed to the atmosphere,” he answers with an imperial wave of his hand. Imperial, yes, but not aloof or superior.

“A spin in a Vimana, oh, absolutely.” Am I bubbling so much inside that my feet hardly meet the floor?

“I believe you will see familiar sights, beautiful woman priestess.”

TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

The following week is chaos on steroids. There are so many facets to the worldwide happenings, that a forecast cannot cover all the important events. However, the trend to bring forth real freedom will flame high and fierce throughout the world, as the Aquarian Awakening spreads from soul to soul.

Add to that, continued weather catastrophes across the planet, and possibly a major earthquake, along with more volcanic activity. There is a celestial object, heretofore, not revealed by big media, that is influencing the Earth, and disturbing her orbit.

On a personal level, this week is a great time to take stock of your life, and then look to the future. For many of us, decisions about our lives, will come fast and furious now, and will be necessary before moving forward.

On the economic front, it is likely there will be further deterioration, and in the near future cash could become king for a short while. The positive side of this ‘takedown’ by the robber baron types, is that it will generate creative and innovative ways to trade, barter and have a community currency.

The time has come to become truly independent while aligning yourself with those of like mind and soul. The ways to achieve this are opening up. That is, if you’re looking for them. For, the old is falling before the new like an avalanche.

The main strategy for this week is to hang on, and hang tough against anyone or anything that threatens you. If you stand your ground, this will result in good things down the road.

Remember, books, music, and entertainment in these times, becomes invaluable. Not as in celebrities, mass market and high budget films, but in the fashion of a local speakeasy, a community tavern, or booths at a renaissance festival. This is true for digital formats and for grass roots get-togethers.

A trend for this week ~ a lot of folks are learning the art of preserving foods, such as canning and drying, at this time. The pantry and the root cellar, plus new ways to keep and store food, are becoming widespread, and in vogue.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

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?

~~~ IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list ~

Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend, BookStrand author of FLAVIA’S SECRET, A SECRET TREASURE, BLUE GOLD, BRONZE LIGHTNING, SILK AND STEEL, HOLIDAY IN BOLOGNA and CHASING RACHEL ~

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ adventure fantasy erotic romance ~ available from Siren-BookStrand ~
~~~

~ HAVE A MAGICKAL WEEK ~

Kisses from Savanna Kougar...

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Siren-BookStrand Author of ~

All Shades of Blue Paradise
[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]

When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]

Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]

Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print

Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
[Three Star Republic]

Friday, February 18, 2011

Release Day for - Bought for the Billionaire's Bed

I'm so thrilled, my new book

BOUGHT FOR THE BILLIONAIRE'S BED

 is released today.

This is the 2nd book in my 
Guilty Pleasures Series 
and can stand alone.

Thirty-five-year-old self-made billionaire Trent Mavers needs more excitement in his life. The social scene in New York has left him thoroughly disillusioned. When he meets twenty-five-year-old Swedish beauty Mia Johansson at a charity auction, he believes he’s found the perfect woman. Sexy, alluring and highly intelligent, she is dressed to kill and is everything he desires.
However, Mia is not all she seems. She is hiding her true identity. After a night of unbridled passion in the billionaire’s bed, she soon finds herself in serious trouble when her deception is uncovered. The only person who can save her now is Trent Mavers, the very man she has deceived.
Is he acting out of kindness by spending thousands of dollars to help her, or has the billionaire really just bought her for his bed?

To find out more and to purchase visit Bookstrand HERE

Thursday, February 17, 2011

SURFER BRIDE by Jillian Chantal



SURFER BRIDE is now available for pre-order- February 22, 2011 is release day! It's a mainstream romance with a sensual heat level. It's also catagorized as a romantic suspense. It can be pre-ordered here: http://www.bookstrand.com/surfer-bride





I'm Jillian Chantal and I write what I like to call Romantic Adventures with an International Flair. I live near the beach in Florida and have a son that's a surfer. He's pretty laid back when he surfs. Other than that, he's pretty tightly wound. We're all skiers and we have always had a boat. I'm convinced the ocean relaxes people. It does it for me. Even just a stroll on the beach can help when I'm wound up. Because of our love for the water, I wanted for some time to write a story about a surfer. I finally did and the result is Surfer Bride. The story takes place in Miami, Bali and London.

This story starts two years after the breakup of Quincy Holt and her lover, Fennimore Smith. He dumped her when he thought she was cheating on him with another surfer on the pro circuit. She nursed a broken heart for a while but finally moved on with a British man she believes is an antiques dealer. She's very wrong about her fiance's career. Her former lover, now an agent with the Federal Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, has come back into her life to tell her he's investigating her fiance and she shouldn't marry him. Quincy travels to Bali for a competition where she ends up in jail for firearms smuggling. Fennimore races to the rescue. Will she let him back in her life? And what about her fiance?
If the trailer here doesn't work, you can see it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVPI7QrsF0A

Appassionato now on Kindle! and in paperback!



Yup, the wait is over. You can now buy Appassionato for Amazon's Kindle as well as in paperback. Yay! Here are all the available formats and links to buy:

Amazon:
Kindle and Print

Barnes & Noble:

Mobipocket, HTML, Microsoft Reader, Adobe Acrobat, EPUB

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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Wednesday's Words for February 16, 2011


I hate, absolutely hate, talking to machines.

Our society seems to be inundated with voice activated computers that are slowly, but surely taking over the planet. They are! Sometimes, you make a phone call to a business or a service provider and speaking to a real, live human being isn’t even one of the options.

I’m old fashioned. I not only want to talk to a human, I want to talk to one in my own country.

I understand the need for businesses to “trim costs”. Personally, I’d rather see the managers and CEOs take a hit, vis-a-vis a pay reduction than have them replace their telephone receptionists with a computer. But what do I know?

Case in point. I upgraded my cell phone again. The pretty white and pink one I had with a full, slide out qwerty key board was good, but the battery was dying, and then I dropped it, and it wouldn’t turn off, or “hang up” a call. Since I had to get a new cell phone anyway, I got a BlackBerry.

Yes, hell has indeed frozen over.

So I got this new piece of technology, and it took me a while to figure it out. For one thing, the diagram of all the keys and functions omits pointing out that the square shiny one in the middle above the keyboard is the “mouse”. I know that fact was likely obvious to many of you, but it wasn’t to me.

I inserted the battery, and the SIM card, and turned it on. A message appeared that was longer than the screen allowed and so it was necessary for me to scroll down. But there were no arrows down, up, side to side. The message was telling me it was unlawful for me to reverse-engineer the BlackBerry!

Reverse engineer it? Hell, I couldn’t even operate it!

I found the mouse by accident. Whew. One obstacle down.

Then the screen went white, with pretty little lines of colour, first vertical, then horizontal. Yes, my first BlackBerry turned out to be a lemon, which meant that I needed to call my wireless service provider (from whom I had gotten the phone) and get help from Technical Support.

I know what you all just thought: good luck with that one.

Let me just say, that tech support was not an option on this particular night. I called the number quoted in the literature that accompanied the device. The phone was answered by an automated voice telling me, in French, that if I wanted to continue in French, I should press number five. (This, by the way, is standard in Canada). Then in English, I’m advised that I have the following options for my Cable TV and Internet service...

Hello? Calling about wireless, here. Called the number that came with the wireless device! So I got smart and I hit “0” about five times in a row. The machine informed me, that it would direct my call to a real person. Success!

And then an automated voice comes on the line and tells me that the Credit department is currently closed, and further advises me of its hours of operation, and to call back then.

These glitches with automated answering services happen all the time, and the result is that by the time the customer (that would be me) finally gets hold of a real human being, said customer is not in a very good mood. This brings me to the part I don’t get.

What savvy business owner/manager/operator wants to deliberately tee off its customers? I mean, in this age of global competition wouldn’t it make more sense to keep your customers happy?

To make a long story short, after several hours using my computer to “update” the BlackBerry I ended up having to get them to send me a new one, which thankfully works fine. So far.

I have tweeted, and I have “face booked” and I have sent a text on this amazing new piece of technology.

And maybe, someday soon, I’ll even make a phone call on it—but to a person, and not to a machine.

Love,
Morgan
Morgan Ashbury/Cara Covington is a Siren-Exclusive Author!
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
http://www.bookstrand.com/cara-covington

Monday, February 14, 2011

Angelic Forecast ~ #128


Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2014

The rose, in full bloom, landed in her palm. Sedona felt the prick of thorns as she gripped the stem in reaction. Transfixed by the radiant scarlet of the rose, she stared. Becoming lost in the spiral of gorgeous petals, she noticed the heavenly heady fragrance moments later, when it wafted inside her nostrils.

An appreciative sigh sang from her. Lifting the rose, Sedona inhaled its scent more deeply. Her eyelids drifted shut and she dreamily soared inside.

“Volcano,” she whispered, her lips brushing the petals.

My angel woman. His telepathic voice trembled her with desire.

Playing cupid? Sedona mentally teased her words though him.

My arrow is only for you. The image of his ready cock filled her mind’s eye.

Oh, my cupid, I want to stroke your wings. I want to kiss each feather tip. I want --

With a loud whoosh, Volcano’s powerful essence vortexed around Sedona. A firestorm of pleasure captured every inch of her body, and she moaned.

Yes, smolder me, you naughty cupid. Until I surrender to the launch of your boldest arrow.

Even as the scorch of orgasmic rapture seized her mound, and spiraled upward, Sedona felt herself lifted from the floor. Her carnal cherub carried her with his incredible force. Somewhere.

All Sedona knew was that she traveled light-fast through the ethers, as her molecules blissfully entwined with his. Yet, strange to her senses, she still felt the prick of the rose thorns.

Barely steady on her feet, Sedona heard, Your Valentine’s Day surprise, my woman.

The press of Volcano’s kisses covered her body like a phantom lover, as she blinked her eyes open. She certainly didn’t stand in the front room of their mountain cabin anymore.

“Oh, Volcano...” Hardly daring to believe it, Sedona gasped. With her hands flying to her throat, she murmured, “Straight out of Gone With the Wind. Like the plantation mansion of Tara.”

Sedona’s astonishment was an ecstasy unto itself, as she slowly turned, taking in the lavishly appointed ballroom. The crystal chandeliers and gilt-framed mirrors sparkled in afternoon’s sunlight. Dark red velvet drapes added to the room’s elegance, as did the taper candles waiting to be lit.

With her senses staggered, Sedona took her time, gazing at everything. How long ago had it been when she’d revealed her youthful, twenty-something dream to him?

They’d been in bed, cuddled in each other’s arms. She’d been leafing through an old magazine they’d discovered in a trunk. Inside were photos of a replica, pre-civil war southern mansion -- the exterior and the interior.

After her spontaneous gurgles of delight, Volcano had questioned her. Shoving away her sadness, Sedona had talked about her dream to create a back-in-time resort based on this period in time.

Do you like it? We cupids aim to please.

Maybe it should be Rhett instead of cupid. Sedona hugged herself, and knew her eyes shone with anticipation.

Before her mind’s eye, Volcano performed a rakish bow.

Are we dancing soon, Rhett Volcano?

Soon, my beloved. The Divine Council meeting is progressing well.

The pups? she asked, concerned about their two dogs.

In seconds, Aru and his mate appeared before her. After quizzical looks at her, they gave her doggie smiles, then began exploring.

Volcano’s ephemeral kiss touched her forehead, a temporary farewell. Your gown is upstairs, my Sedona, inside our bedroom.

With her heart lighter than air, and trip–trip tripping rapidly, Sedona rushed toward the splendid staircase. Reaching the first step, she raced upward, the rose still clutched in her hand.

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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

During the following week, the true power of the heart will be unleashed. This will occur as an event or events on the world stage. And, it will likely occur on a personal level in a manner that cannot be ignored.

Even if this love demonstration in your life is not quite to your liking, welcome it nonetheless. For, it comes straight from the heart of the Divine. And, it belongs only to you. Be advised, all good things will emerge from this love experience, as well.

This week, everyone who wishes it, will feel the loving embrace of the Universe. From this point on, the heart power of the Universe wraps humanity, the Earth and all her inhabitants in a love embrace that cannot be broken.

As is most often the case, the opposite will also occur. Violence escalates on the world stage, and appears to be horrifically unmanageable. Sadly, these scenarios are being manipulated by the Dark Force bad guys who are angling for all out war.

Beware, and be discerning. Those with the slickest tongues will tell the biggest lies. THEY own the spotlight now, and will expect you to believe them.

Simultaneously, humanity’s desire for freedom is a golden blazing beacon that is lighting up the entire Earth. Choices will need to be made, at this time, by all of us. For, another 1776 is upon us. This time it is worldwide.

Let them eat cake, or feed them the staff and stuff of life, that is the crossroads we all face. To that end, do all you can to stock up. Those of you with green thumbs, grow food, and teach others. The ability to garden and farm is essential now. The ranching way of life is also crucial to our future.

And, that is the hot trend for this week. If you’ve ever had a deep yen for ranching, for that way of life, go for it. Now! Learn wherever and however you can. Get on a horse. Work on a ranch. Learn to be a cowboy and cowgirl for real.

Also, this is the week to watch the skies whenever there is an opportunity.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

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?

~~~ IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list ~

Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend, BookStrand author of FLAVIA’S SECRET, A SECRET TREASURE, BLUE GOLD, BRONZE LIGHTNING, SILK AND STEEL, HOLIDAY IN BOLOGNA and CHASING RACHEL ~

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ adventure fantasy erotic romance ~ available from Siren-BookStrand ~
~~~

~ HAVE A MAGICKAL VALENTINE’S DAY ~

Kisses from Savanna Kougar...

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Siren-BookStrand Author of ~

All Shades of Blue Paradise
[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]

When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]

Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]

Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print

Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
[Three Star Republic]

Friday, February 11, 2011

This weekend I'm taking part in a Valentine's Party at LASR


This weekend I'm taking part in a Valentine's Party at The Long and the Short of It Blog http://lasrguest.blogspot.com/ and the Goddess Fish Promotions Blog http://goddessfishparty.blogspot.com/. Please come see - there are lots of authors taking part and it should be fun. 

Best wishes, Lindsay Townsend http://www.lindsaytownsend.net/

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Auralingus with Tymber Dalton!


ETA: It was so much fun talking with Tymber and all her friends last night! Michael was especially amusing and the chat room was hilarious. Thank you so much everyone!

If you want to listen to the episode, just stop by here and you can hear the whole thing.

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Want to know more about Erin? Tune into Auralingus with Tymber Dalton at 10 pm!

I don’t know what Tymber and I will talk about, but it’s sure to be fun. Maybe steamy. Or a whole lot fascinating. What can two writers talk about anyway? You guessed it! Romance!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The Arrangement is now available


Hello,
I have great news to share. The Arrangement is now available through Siren Publishing.
New York, l947
Corey accepted a business deal joining her and Reese in an arranged marriage to save her family business. Falling in love with him wasn't part of her two year plan.
Can Reese persuade her their relationship goes beyond finances. Will they find true love and respect within this arranged marriage?
You can read an excerpt and order your copy at Siren website.
You can reach me at lillithpayne714@yahoo.com.
I hope you all enjoy this historical erotic read. Lillith

Wednesday's Words for February 9, 2011


It seems that just a few short weeks ago I was feeling smug as all get-out, because here in my little corner of Southern Ontario, there was almost no snow on the ground. All around us, the countryside, and her people had been inundated, with more than two foot of snow having fallen in some areas. But here, where we live, and through to twenty-five miles to the east, where my beloved works, there’d been next to no snow on the ground.

Yes, I should have recalled that old saw that pride goeth before a fall.

The good news is that the inexpensive, electric snow blower that Mr. Ashbury bought in November works very well. He’s found that if he goes out when there’re just a couple of inches of snow on the ground(and thereafter repeating the performance every couple of inches) he’s able to keep up with the accumulation.

The bad news is, we’re running out of places to pile the darn stuff.

This past Saturday the on line weather service we use reported the day would have partly cloudy periods with some snow flurries. Sounded like a good day to just stay inside, keep warm and follow our favorite pursuits. For me, that’s writing. For my beloved, it’s relaxing in his recliner and reading.

Somewhere around one in the afternoon, Mr. Ashbury said, “What the heck is going on out there? That doesn’t look like snow flurries to me. That looks like a major dumping in progress.”

Eight inches of white stuff later, my poor husband was outside for the third time in one day, pushing the electric blue monster down the sidewalk, around our car, and our next-door neighbour’s car, too.

Usually our town is very good about having the plows come along early on; this past weekend however, they were slower than usual.

Mr. Asbury swears the snow plow driver grinned with malicious intent when he pushed the snow up around our car as he passed, just minutes after he’d finished clearing it. I’m inclined to believe him.

We’ve been working in tandem with our neighbor this year—not something that we discussed before hand, it just sort of happened. The first couple of snow falls we got weren’t much, really. But when the young father of three who lives next door went outside to clear his sidewalk, he shovelled to the point where my new walkway joins the sidewalk, and then he did the walkway, too.

He did that the next time we got a small dusting, and I told him how much I appreciated it. Even a bit of the white stuff under my cane can send me flying.

I’ve discovered the hard way over the last couple of years that falling down is to be avoided at all costs.

So of course, the first time my husband brought the blue machine up out of the basement and took it outside, he did all of the sidewalk for our two houses, as well as the areas around our cars that of necessity have to park on the street.

And while this cooperation has been wonderful, and probably the brightest spot of the winter, we’re all a little bit weary of the need for it at this point.

Now we’ve been plunged into the deep freeze again, which means any snow ridges on walking or driving surfaces have now become ice ridges, and my coffee cup is again doubling as a hand and finger warmer.

It is a challenge to remember that spring really is just around the corner.

Love,
Morgan
Morgan Ashbury is writing as Cara Covington!
http://www.bookstrand.com/cara-covington
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Release Day for - Elise's Dakota Cowboys

Hi everyone, it's finally release day for 

ELISE'S DAKOTA COWBOYS

The third in my Sexual Meltdown sci-fi series of menages

Blurb:

When a persistent dream compels twenty-seven-year-old Elise Norton to buy a ranch house in South Dakota, she knows strange forces are at work. Just why has she had the same dream night after night for the past three years?
Sybar brothers Carter, Aaron and Brady Kennedy are the owners of the ranch house that Elise buys. The eldest, Carter, planted the dream in her head in order to lure her to South Dakota. A Sybar woman is exactly what they need in order to continue their line. However, they all underestimate the sexual power a Sybar woman has over a Sybar man, and they each want her for themselves.
Can the gorgeous and sexy Kennedy brothers convince her to stay? Or will their sense of sibling rivalry drive her away?

Read an Excerpt HERE

Monday, February 7, 2011

Appassionato gets 4 1/2 teacups!



Woo hoo! So glad people are liking the book! 4 1/2 teacups!


This was easily one of the best ménages I’ve ever read. Leaf soars past the elaborate premises many authors use to explain why threesomes are socially acceptable in their special ‘town’. Appassionato’s passionate trio doesn’t bother to explain or justify their relationship, which allows Leaf to focus on the meat of the story. And, wow, what a story!

The buildup is simply delicious. Emma doesn’t even meet Duncan and Jake until a quarter of the way into the novel, but we don’t miss out on the building of their relationship one bit. Through a mysterious ‘bonding,’ the three of them are suddenly able to feel one another’s emotions and to communicate using telepathy. They talk to one another that way, and they have a few steamy encounters while dreaming. This is one of the most unique plot ideas I’ve ever seen, and Ms. Leaf’s amazing writing talent swept me away.

And the story doesn’t stop there. At the heart of this novel is a drug cartel that wants to capture bonded couples to manufacture their blood into a drug. While this isn’t a new concept, Ms. Leaf definitely makes it her own. The sex scenes were great, though some of the acrobatics were difficult to picture, but Ms. Leaf’s ability to build characters and suspense kept me hanging on every word the entire way through. 

The novel is too long to read in one sitting, which I loved. I really, really wanted to spend more time with the trio—so much that I read it twice. More, Ms. Leaf, and fast! There have to be other bonded couples out there running from the evil drug cartel!


4 1/2 Tea Cups!



Appassionato

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F]
When Emma dreams about super-famous rockstar Duncan and his friend Jake, it never occurs to her they might be dreaming too. About her. Everyone knows dreams aren’t real, but what will happen when the trio’s shared visions develop into a passion that can’t be denied?
When reports of a new "bonding" phenomenon surface, Duncan and Jake finally realize why they feel so connected to the sweet high-school librarian they’ve never met. The headaches and dreams suddenly make sense, but it isn’t until they meet Emma face-to-face that instinct takes over, and passion binds their minds and bodies into a link that can’t be broken.
Then, just as the happy ending Emma always hoped for seems possible, a hostage crisis and a series of kidnappings threatens everything. Can the trio unravel the conspiracy in time to protect the future of their bond?
A Siren Erotic Romance

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Angelic Forecast ~ #127



I think about that. “Are you saying the flying craft came before the car?”

“In the timeline of earth and the solar system, yes.”

Stunned is not a big enough word. Yet... at my unlimited core, truth stands as its own testimony... and, I feel that particular truth ‘ping’ inside of me.

“Okay, where do I get one of those?” I ask.

The Cherub laughs with his brand of gusto. “There are a few relics here. On Mars.”

I whirl to him. “We’re on Mars?”

“You are, beautiful woman priestess.”

Even as I swivel my head fast, I cannot believe the words I’ve just heard. Or, the man I now see.

Man or god? I have to ask myself.

There is nothing else to do but stare at the super tall being... okay, probably seven foot, or so... who looks like he came to life from one of the depictions of a god on the wall painting.

Let me tell you ‘handsome’ doesn’t cover it, either. And, he’s not all that covered. Even the coloring of his skin is amazing. A red bronze that only enhances his features and his gorgeous, strongly muscled legs.

“Hi,” I say.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

For this week, and the following week, it appears as though Chaos is the new ruler of planet Earth. A superstorm of opposing forces-- good, bad, and shades of gray -- has gathered like great rolling thunderclouds on the horizon. As these forces continue to gather and gain strength, they will battle each other like the titanic gods of old.

At the same time, those who speak on the platform of the world stage will speak with ‘forked tongues’. An exponential rise in falsehoods takes place for public consumption now. This is in opposition to THE AWAKENING currently spreading like wildfire across the globe.

On a personal level, listen to ‘any’ inner promptings of your intuition, your Higher Self. Follow those promptings to the best of your ability. It has become more critical than ever. Listen, also, to those around you. Your family, your friends, your beloveds. For, wherever and whenever there is a consensus in thought, take immediate action.

It should be noted there is a grand scheme in the works that ‘may or may not’ come to fruition at this time. The groundwork is being laid, however. Various types of UFOs are being seen and reported in record numbers.

On the trend scene the rise of the *warrior priestess* is here. What does that mean? In part, it means women, and girls of every age, are discovering their inner abilities and powers at an exponential rate. This will be reflected by pop culture. Every strata of society will be affected and several changes will occur at a rapid pace.

Fun? Look for ways to let the good times roll in a manner that truly uplifts everyone involved. Music, laughter, dance, preparing luscious foods, witty and lighthearted conversations... all are crucial to well-being now.

This week is also the beginning of the great divide. If you listen with your intuitive ear you will hear the earthquake-like crack in the ethers. Humanity’s great divide is here... those who fall into the depths of depravity and those who soar to the heights of their soul on the wings of awakening

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

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?

~~~ IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list ~

Author Discovery
by Lindsay Townsend, BookStrand author of FLAVIA’S SECRET, A SECRET TREASURE, BLUE GOLD, BRONZE LIGHTNING, SILK AND STEEL, HOLIDAY IN BOLOGNA and CHASING RACHEL ~

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ adventure fantasy erotic romance ~ available from Siren-BookStrand ~
~~~

~ HAVE A MAGICKAL FEBRUARY ~

Kisses from Savanna Kougar...

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Siren-BookStrand Author of ~

All Shades of Blue Paradise
[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]

When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]

Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]

Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print

Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
[Three Star Republic]