Pic from ~ http://thingpositive.com ~Curiosity, it’s always been a large part of my nature. Yeah, all those lifetimes as a Big Cat... lol... Still, I think I’ll make that far-fetched claim since I write shapeshifter romance and also pen in the subgenres of future, fantasy and paranormal. Yep, that claim could boost my mystique as an author... or bring the people in white coats to my door.
Wow, I’m feeling kinda silly today. Okay, then, what follows is the first chapter of a WIP that I would really like to continue writing because it’s a heck of a lot fun, though there is also a drama-serious side and there’s a suspenseful plot. Since I have several WIPs in the works, I’d like to know what you think ~ if you’d like to comment.
Or, if you’d like to say what kind of romance novels you’re most interested in reading, that would be great, too. I’m certain many of us authors want to know.
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WIP ~ Curses Were Strange Beasts
~ Chronicles of an Earth-Bound Goddess ~
CHAPTER ONE ~ Outcast
Curses were strange beasts of irony. Keziah quit flipping through the trendy fashion magazine and glanced at the dead man who lay face down on her bedroom floor.
“And another one bites the dust...and another one...and another one...hay, hay.” The song lyrics began as a sardonic whisper, but ended by her singing to the tune. Tossing the magazine on her cluttered nightstand, she imagined the corpse consuming a large fat dust bunny. After all, Keziah had only herself to amuse. “And another one bites the dust bunny...hay, hay.”
Swinging her legs to the edge of her depressingly average bed with get-it-at-a garage-sale white sheets, not so white now, yet rumply soft, she sang, “And another one... and another one... and another one bites the floor...”
Keziah stood, supple as Bast, her great, great aunt. She was naked except for her clan thumb ring and a gold ankle bracelet from Jupiter, a gift from the only man she’d ever loved, at least, during their engagement. That was many ages past now. She had no real idea why she wore the bracelet, other than some heart-crazed feminine sentiment. The man-god in question had left the galaxy, never to return.
A few strides away from the bathroom, she stepped over the four hour old corpse without breaking her lithe stride. Disposal had to be thought out, criminal investigation being what it was these days, the whole CSI obsession. Honest to Mt. Olympus, she didn’t like to kill human vermin just for the sake of killing. No, not for any ole reason or simply because they got in the way of her self-appointed mission. Still, what was a goddess girl to do when The Fates threw them at her like voodoo darts?
Flipping her waist-long, red-as-sin-and-blazes hair over her shoulder, Keziah sauntered inside the blatantly blue bathroom. The sink, the bathtub, the wall tiles, all blue. Not a delicate icy shade of blue or even a sunlit cerulean, no, Hera forbid. The muddy medium blue beat at her brain. Not utterly ugly, it was annoying to anyone with a particle’s worth of aesthetic sensibility.
Only her shower curtain swirled with turquoise ocean waves, a mermaid’s paradise. She whooshed it aside, turning on the shower. Despite the danger of being discovered by enemies, she’d tampered with the plumbing using her ‘magical’ powers. A girl had to have the right temperature and her preferred shower spray, especially when forced to live in cockroach happy land.
Keziah leisurely spun beneath the brisk pummeling of pure crystalline water, straight from the Elysian Field’s fount. Her conscience pricking at her, she mused on her latest victim. By some justice, the cheating bastard’s widow would get full insurance benefits instead of the nasty let’s-pull-the-kids-in-two divorce that had been raging.
Plus, she had it on good divine grape-vine authority, there was a better man waiting in the wings of the widow’s future. If not...well, she’d find a good man for her, then manipulate the two together as easily as any of Cupid’s little winged shooters. After all, her mother had been a lauded matchmaker when she’d resided on blue paradise Earth. She knew her mother would still be bringing couples together, wherever she made her home in the wide, wide world of galaxies.
Keziah hadn’t kept in contact. Since she’d become an Outcast. And worse the shame, a cursed Outcast.
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MAY ALL YOUR READING DREAMS COME TRUE
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Savanna Kougar is an ebook and print author with Siren-BookStrand, Liquid Silver Books and Aspen Mountain Press. She writes love stories because that’s her deepest heart. She writes in the futuristic/fantasy/paranormal subgenres because that’s her fiercest passion. You can find her at her personal blog ~ Kougar Kisses ~ and at the following blogs as a contributor.
SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
LINDSAY’S ROMANTICS
Romance Writer’s Behaving Badly
TITLE MAGIC
Wow, I’m feeling kinda silly today. Okay, then, what follows is the first chapter of a WIP that I would really like to continue writing because it’s a heck of a lot fun, though there is also a drama-serious side and there’s a suspenseful plot. Since I have several WIPs in the works, I’d like to know what you think ~ if you’d like to comment.
Or, if you’d like to say what kind of romance novels you’re most interested in reading, that would be great, too. I’m certain many of us authors want to know.
~~~~~~
WIP ~ Curses Were Strange Beasts
~ Chronicles of an Earth-Bound Goddess ~
CHAPTER ONE ~ Outcast
Curses were strange beasts of irony. Keziah quit flipping through the trendy fashion magazine and glanced at the dead man who lay face down on her bedroom floor.
“And another one bites the dust...and another one...and another one...hay, hay.” The song lyrics began as a sardonic whisper, but ended by her singing to the tune. Tossing the magazine on her cluttered nightstand, she imagined the corpse consuming a large fat dust bunny. After all, Keziah had only herself to amuse. “And another one bites the dust bunny...hay, hay.”
Swinging her legs to the edge of her depressingly average bed with get-it-at-a garage-sale white sheets, not so white now, yet rumply soft, she sang, “And another one... and another one... and another one bites the floor...”
Keziah stood, supple as Bast, her great, great aunt. She was naked except for her clan thumb ring and a gold ankle bracelet from Jupiter, a gift from the only man she’d ever loved, at least, during their engagement. That was many ages past now. She had no real idea why she wore the bracelet, other than some heart-crazed feminine sentiment. The man-god in question had left the galaxy, never to return.
A few strides away from the bathroom, she stepped over the four hour old corpse without breaking her lithe stride. Disposal had to be thought out, criminal investigation being what it was these days, the whole CSI obsession. Honest to Mt. Olympus, she didn’t like to kill human vermin just for the sake of killing. No, not for any ole reason or simply because they got in the way of her self-appointed mission. Still, what was a goddess girl to do when The Fates threw them at her like voodoo darts?
Flipping her waist-long, red-as-sin-and-blazes hair over her shoulder, Keziah sauntered inside the blatantly blue bathroom. The sink, the bathtub, the wall tiles, all blue. Not a delicate icy shade of blue or even a sunlit cerulean, no, Hera forbid. The muddy medium blue beat at her brain. Not utterly ugly, it was annoying to anyone with a particle’s worth of aesthetic sensibility.
Only her shower curtain swirled with turquoise ocean waves, a mermaid’s paradise. She whooshed it aside, turning on the shower. Despite the danger of being discovered by enemies, she’d tampered with the plumbing using her ‘magical’ powers. A girl had to have the right temperature and her preferred shower spray, especially when forced to live in cockroach happy land.
Keziah leisurely spun beneath the brisk pummeling of pure crystalline water, straight from the Elysian Field’s fount. Her conscience pricking at her, she mused on her latest victim. By some justice, the cheating bastard’s widow would get full insurance benefits instead of the nasty let’s-pull-the-kids-in-two divorce that had been raging.
Plus, she had it on good divine grape-vine authority, there was a better man waiting in the wings of the widow’s future. If not...well, she’d find a good man for her, then manipulate the two together as easily as any of Cupid’s little winged shooters. After all, her mother had been a lauded matchmaker when she’d resided on blue paradise Earth. She knew her mother would still be bringing couples together, wherever she made her home in the wide, wide world of galaxies.
Keziah hadn’t kept in contact. Since she’d become an Outcast. And worse the shame, a cursed Outcast.
~~~~~~
MAY ALL YOUR READING DREAMS COME TRUE
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
~~~
Savanna Kougar is an ebook and print author with Siren-BookStrand, Liquid Silver Books and Aspen Mountain Press. She writes love stories because that’s her deepest heart. She writes in the futuristic/fantasy/paranormal subgenres because that’s her fiercest passion. You can find her at her personal blog ~ Kougar Kisses ~ and at the following blogs as a contributor.
SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
LINDSAY’S ROMANTICS
Romance Writer’s Behaving Badly
TITLE MAGIC
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