Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Halloween Guest Blog and Black Cat Beauty Giveaway with Savanna Kougar

The Veil Between the Worlds... disappearing?

I contend, as we move deeper into the Aquarian Age, the veil is not only thinning, it is disappearing, or lifting permanently. Nearly everywere you look these days, there is evidence that is occurring. That evidence, includes, of course, all of the paranormal romance subgenres that many readers want and can't get enough of, these days. Thank goodness! Because that's what I love writing.

Consider, also, that traditional media is reporting on ghosties and high-strange events more often than in the recent past. Plus, the giggle factor is being left out, at times. Oh, and not to mention all the ghost-hunting shows on TV.

Perhaps, I'm biased in this view, that The Veil is parting on a permanent basis. After all, I do spend lots of time listening to paranormal internet radio shows. Still, where else are you going to get a well-rounded look at the truth? Mainstream media has it's own narrow agenda.

And, as someone who is endlessly fascinated by the mystical and everything paranormal, I've spent a lifetime reading about and researching these topics. As well, I've had my own collection of experiences, including a UFO sighting. No, not some bright light in the far away sky. But, heck, the thing was hanging just above the treetops. What? fifty feet.

It was utterly silent. I'd gone outside at about eleven at night. I looked up at the sky as I normally do. Okay, yeah, my heart threatened to stop for seconds. Shock shot through me and I remained rooted to the spot, staring at the thing. I questioned what I saw. However, since it didn't leave and I didn't leave. There it was, real. All too real. And, you know what, I'll never be the same.

Since it makes sense to me, personally, that beings of every type populate our world, including extraterrestrials, I mentally talked myself into remaining calm as I watched this UFO. I did my best to analyze it, as well.

What did it look like? It was blacker than the sky. It was triangular. Not one of those huge black triangles that are often spotted and reported. No, this one was small, and most likely an anti-grav craft of some kind. Eventually, it moved, a silent straight path that took it just above my trees, and due south.

Eerie. More than eerie. Unnerving, yet spectacular. It felt out of this world. Only it wasn't out of this world. When it came into full view, I'd worked up enough courage to raise my hand and wave. I said, hi, both mentally and out loud.

Hey, why not?

Okay, as far as I know, there was no response. But, I'd bet about everything they, whoever THEY are, knew I was there. Maybe, they were laughing at the pitiful human woman, having a good ole time spooking me out.

What struck me in particular was how perfectly rectangular the strips of white-yellowish light were on the two sides. The pointed end of the triangle faced me the whole time. So, as I reflected on this stunning event, I had to ask myself, was it a black ops craft? And not anything alien at all. Or, a design based on alien technology? Or.... ?

But, back to The Veil. I don't think my increasing intuitive/psychic abilities are based solely on growing older. They certainly aren't based on any kind of dedicated practice or training, since I haven't done any of that. I don't even meditate.

Certainly, a case could be made that my constant exposure to paranormal topics has contributed to my own increasing abilities. And, yeah, I think that's true because it opens the mind to the possibility. However, I don't think seeing tiny white glowing orbs raining down and flashing around... sometimes blue, red and golden ones... and seeing other ethereal phenomena around me, especially at night... and, darn, I can't even explain it all to you because I don't have the descriptive words.

And, nope, in case you're wondering, my eyesight is just fine, normal in every way. So, I say the quantum energies of the Aquarian Age are here, dissolving the veil between the worlds. ~What's your opinion?~

Okay, this isn't the best intro for my shapeshifter erotic romance, BLACK CAT BEAUTY, since no black cats were mentioned.

So, to make the 'shift'...ever have a yen to be a black cat shifter during Halloween? Ever want the freaktacular enjoyment of frightening the humans? Better yet, how about seducing a mysterious man who seems to despise cats?

~~~ Also, whoever leaves the best comment about an experience with a black cat ~ kitty cat, human in a black cat costume or shifter ~ will receive a PDF copy of Black Cat Beauty. ~~~

Black Cat Beauty

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.

Excerpt ~ Sable Kiki and Devon Zant meet ~

Sable flipped her ear forward, noticing Devon Zant had halted high on the stairway, his attention clearly on the “accident” commotion. Although concealed by shadow, the bold strength of his physique could easily be seen. His dark shirt and pants skimmed his superbly muscled body as if the materials had been poured over him.

“Every inch the superhero,” Sable whispered, wondering how he would look flying on screen as the son of Super Ace. She hadn’t bothered with the movie trailer or the website. Especially since she’d only learned about the assignment late yesterday afternoon. A catnap in the sun had seemed much more enjoyable.

“Of course, I haven’t viewed those meaty ‘inches’ yet. So who knows if his cock is supercharged and heroic in action?” Sauntering unimpeded to the stairs, Sable briefly scanned her surroundings. Evidently Mr. Rising Superstar didn’t require beefy cow muscle to protect him ... just PETA to protect him from wandering pussycats. Maybe I should offer him personal protection from all pussies ... if he’s worthy.

Once she placed her foot, encased in the supple black leather of her sleek shoe, on the first step, his gaze fastened on her. Slowly she smiled at him. She lingered her Mae West smile on him as she provocatively swayed up the stairs.

Riveted, almost standing at attention, he trained his gaze on her.

Sable drew in his scent, careful not to overwhelm herself--easily done in this topsider culture. Ignoring the expensive men’s cologne he’d used, she inhaled his virility, raw and rivers-of-lava volcanic. Give me some more of him--yum.

Sliding her hand along the polished wood banister, she gradually mounted the stairway. As his gaze smoldered over her, Sable swayed even more teasingly. Her breasts rounded, becoming heavier, her nipples peaked into tight buds, and she knew they were outlined by the black gleaming stretch fabric of her costume. For a human male, his allure was far more ferocious than she’d ever experienced.

Smiling seductively, she tipped her face upwards, keeping her gaze beneath his as she approached, and halted one step away from him. Instead of blatantly perusing his masculine assets--yet--she studied his classically carved features through her half-lidded gaze. The god Hermes and the half-god Hercules, blended as one--and definitely more handsome than either--that was Devon Zant’s face.

From on high, his gaze scorched over her. Glints of lightning sparked in the depths of his eyes, and she was surprised to see how blue his eyes truly were--not sky blue. Not Paul Newman blue. No, they were deep iris blue, and so brilliantly luminous that for a moment she thought she observed an aurora of color slide over them.

No wonder a movie camera, even in the age of digital, couldn’t completely capture the actual color of his eyes. Nor could any camera do full justice to his hair. His auburn mane just brushed his shoulders and was nearly black, with fine streaks of burnt gold and bronze. She could analyze by the smell he hadn’t dyed the color. It was all natural, and obviously, a hairdresser’s dream.

Flirtatiously Sable smiled widely, then flashed her gaze over him admiringly.

“Sable,” she softly rumbled her name for him.

Excitement skittered along her skin like electrical currents as she waited and wondered if the sound of his smoky strong voice would be beyond the capacity of digital mikes.

“Your hair?” His gaze broke away from hers, moving pointedly to her own auburn tresses, which were not quite as dark as his and flamed with reddish tints.

“Not colored and like my name.” She enticed her voice over him, then languidly moved her hips back and forth so the thick waves of her hair rippled over her back and bottom. The Cat Goddess, Bastet! His voice was smoky and sinfully rich--yet pure as a clear mountain stream. If she had willed it, Sable could have orgasmed over his voice. Right there on the steps. In full view of him.

Excerpt - encounter with a witch ~

Warning ~ x-rated language

...the woman suddenly appeared, stepping in front of her.

Halting instead of gliding around the woman, Sable ran her gaze up from the stiletto black heels she wore, to the woman’s gaunt face, decorated like an Egyptian cat statue. Unblinking eyes that reminded her of dirty pool water analyzed her face.

“What black arts’ technique did you use?” The woman’s tone spiraled around her, cast from a cauldron spell.

“And why would I share anything with you?” Sable didn’t bother disguising her utter disregard. When she moved to walk away, the woman stepped in front of her again.

“He’s mine.” The sinister woman’s voice coiled like a serpent in Sable’s belly.

Placing her fist on one hip, she faced the woman fully. “Is that so?” Sable seized the attacking energy, then twined it around the woman’s throat.

Sinister woman blanched for a moment, her eyes dilating mummy-style before she dispelled the energy, and scowled ruthlessly at Sable.
“I knew it.” She growled, her voice like an inner-world gargoyle.

“Knew what?” Sable envisioned batting her head around like a play toy, but didn’t throw the energy at her.

Narrowing her eyes, then pointing a bony finger with a dagger nail that could slice open many a sardine can, sinister woman intoned, “I’m not done, if you’re smart you’ll get out of my way. Everyone gets out of my way...eventually.”

Sable idly slid her gaze over the woman’s scarecrow features, her enraged glints for eyes. “If Devon was interested in fucking a woman with a body designed by Skeletor, I would be more than thrilled to send you in his direction.” Casually, she regarded her own nails, popping out one claw. “As it is, I would advise you to express your sorcery talents elsewhere.”

“Everyone in Hollywood bows before me. I’ve ruined countless careers, and decreed countless others into existence. You’re no match for my sorcery talents, you fat ugly toad.” A sparking black cloud emanated from the center of sinister woman’s forehead.

Creating a gale-force wind in her third eye, Sable blew it, dissipating the nasty soupy stuff before it could cause a second’s harm. “Since I have no wish for a career in Hollywood, your dire threat is just so much jibber jabber to my ears.” Sable remembered not to flick her ear. Or her tail in haughty satisfaction.

“Do you think your amateurish use of magick can stop me from getting what I want? I can enslave you to my will as easily as crooking my little finger.” Demonstrating, sinister woman thrust her Grim Reaper hand in front of Sable’s eyes.

“A big ole’ oops, witchie poo, but you’re too late.” Sable languidly tossed her waves of hair. “I’ve already been enslaved. Any advise for removing this collar?”

For an instant, mean ole’ witchie poo gleamed her gaze directly on the collar, then stared at the matching bracelet.

“Want to give it a magickal try?” Sable held up her wrist twisting it in front of the woman’s eyes. To further taunt sinister woman, she glittered the bracelet in the spooky illumination of the neon disco lights. “Maybe a tiny bolt of lightning. Want to try?”

Silent long enough for Sable to hear the lyrics ‘love to love you, baby’ of the sensual disco chant behind her, witchie poo finally looked up from the bracelet. “You’ll regret angering me, you cunt stupid bitch,” she snarled, her eyes gleaming greenish streaks of demonic hatred.

Sable smiled widely, her most I’m-going-to-make-you-prey grin. “Spells at dawn? Since I’m the challenger you can choose your favorite weapon from your black arts’ bag of tricks.”


Happy Thinning of the Veils!


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

BLACK CAT BEAUTY ... She has the claws and the cattitude to prove it... He has the super-powered strength and passion she fights, but needs... available from Liquid Silver Books ~ ~


Roxanne Rhoads said...

I'm not too superstitious about black cats. I've been around them my entire life and I think they are beautiful. If I worried about bad luck every time one crossed my path...

Of course that could explain my current circumstances.

No...not going to blame it on the pretty kittehs.

Lucy said...

I'm not supersticious about black cats either.
My parents always had black cats and me too. Currently we have a 2 year old cat, with a white spot on it's nose, so this one is not all black.

Thanks for the giveaway!

*yadkny* said...

Hi Savanna!
Love the cover and title of Black Cat Beauty! Definitely adding this one to the wishlist. Sorry no experiences to report on involving black cats in any form:) Cats are cute and my favorite color is black, so I guess if I was to get one it would be a black cat.

Savanna Kougar said...

Hi Roxanne, thanks for having me. Black kitty kats are some of my favorites. Although, right now, my dog, who looks like she is part cat, is named Kitten, and she's black.

Savanna Kougar said...

Lucy, your cat sounds adorable. I read that most black cats have at least one white hair because during medieval times the pure black ones went the way of witches... beyond sad.

Savanna Kougar said...

Hi Yadkny, you never know. A black cat could decide your the perfect friend.

Estella said...

I have had black cats all of my life.
I love them!

kissinoak at frontier dot com

Savanna Kougar said...

Estella, I had a black cat named, Sinbad, for 13 years. He was wonderful and loving.

Heather B. said...

I don't have any black cat stories but your book sounds really good. I like the cover too.

Wait, I do have 1 but I'm not superstitious, we had a stray that we adopted that was black cat. he was wild and wouldn't go to anybody but our family.

Savanna Kougar said...

Heather, at least, he had you and your family. ~smiles~

mbreakfield said...

Definitely not superstitious about black cats. I've had several over the years, and they all had attitude. One of my black cats could open closed doors.

Jolene Allcock and Family said...

I'm not superstitious of black cats. We grew up with a black cat named Go Go, my mom rescued her from an abusive owner. She was a little skittish and loved my mom. She would only come to you and let you pet her if you called her mamma kitty. Now Grey cats on the other hand freak me out. I steer clear of those. My step mom had a grey cat named Casper and I swear that cat was the devil, or trained to hate us and make us miserable :) That cat would hide under our bed and jump out and attack our feet anytime we would walk by. If we were asleep in our beds he would jump ontop of us in the middle of the night and claw at us. I hated that cat and swear it was out to get us. I know he hated us too, but the damn thing was always in our room. You would think if a cat doesn't like someone they would stay away. Nope, not casper!

Savanna Kougar said...

Jolene, Casper does sound like a devil cat. We had a Siamese growing up and she liked to do some of that. I think it was the hunter in her because she was a great hunter. We lived on a couple of acres at the time.
Also, when she wanted attention sometimes she would bite your hand. However, she was a great cat overall.

Interesting how your black kitty would only come to mamma kitty.

Savanna Kougar said...

THANKS to all of you for commenting. Lucy is my winner.

Have a wild and wonderfully wicked Halloween/Samhain.

Peter Sacco said...

Peter is an author, psychology professor and former private practitioner. But Peter himself didn't put pen to paper at all, and he once even stated he'd never read them coz he "Knew what was in them anyway". Peter may have 500 articles in Canadian and USA media/magazines written and also many more books, so you could try looking up? I read books written HAUNTED NIAGARA: LEGENDS, Best Selling Vampire Book and Horror book for Children, Vampire Book