Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Sexy Halloween Urban Legend

A couple was invited to a swanky masked Halloween Party. She got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband, protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed and there was no need of his good time being spoiled by not going. So he took his costume and away he went.

The wife, after sleeping soundly for one hour, awakened without pain, and as it was still early, she decided to go to the party. In as much as her husband did not know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him. She joined the party and soon spotted her husband cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice chick he could and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there.

His wife went up to him and being a rather seductive babe herself, he left his partner high and dry and devoted his time to the new stuff that had just arrived. She let him go as far as he wished; naturally, since he was her husband. Finally he whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed, so off they went to one of the cars and had a little bang.

Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away and went home and put the costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation he would make for his behavior.

She was sitting up reading when he came in and asked what kind of a time he had had. He said, "Oh the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there."

Then she asked, "Did you dance much?"

He replied, "I'll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the den and played poker all evening. But I'll tell you... The guy I loaned my costume to sure had a real good time!"


Monday, October 21, 2013

And the Winners Are....

Thank you to all who participated in my 1 Night Stand Birthday Celebration!
wins a download of Handcuffs & Silk
wins the Bed of Roses kit

Monday, October 14, 2013

Are you ready for a 1 Night Stand?

1Night Stand (1NS) is name of an exclusive online dating service owned by Madame Evangeline “Eve” has no employees. She runs the business entirely alone. Madame Eve is a cultured and educated Frenchwoman, but she isn’t cliché.

1 Night Stand is a high-end, very expensive matching service.  Madame Eve does not advertise her services. All business is done through referrals of satisfied customers. Madame Eve does an extensive background check on all of her clients before she matches them up. Every match she makes is completely safe for all parties involved. Madame Eve seems to be a bit magical...a number of clients have questioned if she has some supernatural ability to find perfect matches. It is obvious her goal is long-term love/relationships/happiness for her clients, not just a one night hookup.

Madame typically uses Castillo Resorts and Hotels for her client's rendezvous while in Vegas. There are several Castillo hotels and resorts around the world (and beyond!). All of the hotels are very high-end luxury. However, since this is an internet business, the encounters can take place anywhere including the past, present or future.
Castillo Resorts and Hotels are owned by Jackson Castillo and family. Jackson's parents emigrated from Cuba prior to the Cuban revolution.
Aside from direct verbal contact with Jackson and Jagger Castillo, owners of the resorts where most of the one-night stands take place, Madame Eve is never seen or heard. All correspondence with Eve is done via email, text messages or fax.
Are you ready for a 1 Night Stand?
A few years back, three amazing gals proposed a 3-book series about an elegant Frenchwoman who set up 1Night Stands and the couples ended up HEA. After they wrote the first few books, they chatted it up to a few authors they knew who decided THEY wanted to write a story for the series, too. And then.....the idea exploded! With over 200 books in the 1 Night Stand Series and a bunch of wonderful authors, Decadent Publishing is celebrating this week with blog tours, author interviews and prizes.

Join the 1NS team during a weeklong celebration Oct 14 - 20.
 Join Decadent Publishing Book Club Discussion Group on Facebook for up to date info on contests, interviews & prizes.
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Sunday, October 13, 2013

Celebrate with Decadent Publishing - Happy Birthday 1 Night Stand

A few years back, three amazing gals proposed a 3-book series about an elegant Frenchwoman who set up 1Night Stands and the couples ended up HEA. After they wrote the first few books, they chatted it up to a few authors they knew who decided THEY wanted to write a story for the series, too. And then.....the idea exploded! With over 200 books in the 1 Night Stand Series and a bunch of wonderful authors, Decadent Publishing is celebrating this month with blog tours, author interviews and prizes.
Join me and the rest of the 1NS team
during a weeklong celebration Oct 14 - 20.

Mary Quast has been a writer for the 1 Night Stand Series since 2011.  Visit her blog,
Romantic Interludes, for tempting teasers from her and fellow authors. Be sure to enter the contests!  

Sunday, June 30, 2013


After viewing all the names contestants posted on this site, my regular blog, twitter and Romance Divas, a name has been selected.

Let me introduce you to Dyami Schafer.
His name means Eagle.
This handsome Chippewa is an eagle shifter who works as a Conservation Officer for the Michigan Dept. of Resources. He uses his gift to help catch wildlife poachers in a top secret division of the MDNR.  His buddies call him Dylan or Dy for short.
He loves to dance and is looking for a woman who will dance with him for the rest of his life.
He will have to take a few steps into his past to dance into the future.
Watch for Dyami's story, Eagle Dance.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Name A Hero Contest

When I finished writing Crow Magic, a lovely story featuring a Shawnee Crow shifter, an eagle visited me. The large bird sat on my porch railing looking me over with golden eyes and flexed his powerful talons. Through a mist the creature shifted into an incredibly sexy man. His eyes were the same gold as the eagles. His appearance dominated my porch but he moved in a graceful manner. He stood tall with a barrel chest dressed in baggy jeans and worn boots. His shoulder length black hair tipped with grey and a bit of white brushed his forehead. He ran his hands through the silky layers and explained like the eagle, his hair will change to white as he ages but he is assured me he’s in the prime of his life. I couldn’t agree more. Wowza!

This hot Jay Tavare look-a-like comes from a Chippewa tribe and is currently a Conservation Officer for the Michigan Department of Natural Resources in a secret division used to catch wildlife poachers. He is looking for a good woman to live in his heart, warm his bed and love him for who/what he is. A friend told him to fill out an application for 1 Night Stand. He is seriously contemplating the idea.

He has a story to tell but he needs a name.
When he was a kid he spent his summers with relatives at the lake. His uncle called him "Little Otter "because he would spend more time swimming than fishing.


Leave your idea for a name.
If it is chosen it will be the hero’s name forever and you will be acknowledged in the book. Thank you. I will send you a free copy of the book and a special handmade beaded bracelet.
When you leave your idea, make sure I can contact you if you’ve won.

Contest will run June 20-24.

Mary Quast writes 1 Night Stand stories for Decadent Publishing.

Her short stories can be found on Smashwords.
She is currently wrangling plot bunnies.

Visit Mary's website or her blog at

Friday, April 26, 2013


Lucy Richards is tired of being timid around men. Hoping to overcome her fears and feel like a real woman, she turns to Madame Eve to find a man who will fulfill that goal. Eve arranges a one-night stand with a handsome Shawnee shaman who will teach Lucy to use her womanly power and take her to unimaginable heights.

 Shape shifter Seth Crowe is a Keeper of the Spiritual Law who carries souls from darkness to light, and enjoys using his body to accomplish his magic.

 Tucked away in the Castillo Poconos Resort, Seth helps Lucy find spiritual and sexual freedom, never dreaming he might find his own mate in the bargain.


“I am a man who is yours tonight, Lucy.” He walked toward her with arms out from his sides, exposing his nudity. “Draw on the power within you. Look at me. Overcome your apprehension of men. Have I not shown you gentleness?”
She nodded and approached him while tugging the strap of her sundress.
“Keep your dress on. Take it off when you are ready. This night is about you. Explore my body, learn from it, and take whatever you want. You are in control.”
He led her to the center of the blanket and faced her. She stood still with her fingertips resting on his waist. Cupping her face, he lost himself in her eyes.
“I am your instrument to use tonight. Open yourself up and delve into this opportunity I offer. I am yours to command. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I think so.” She considered his offer. “What do I do?”
“Follow your feminine intuition.” He couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Touch me, tickle me, beat me, kiss me, bite me, lick me, suck me…whatever you want. Take whatever you need from me to strengthen you.”
In the moonlight, an endearing, innocent blush spread across her face. Amazing how a woman who lived her life in fear caused by abuse could be so naive of her own sensual power. If she knew her potential, she could bring him to his knees.
Please, bring me to my knees.

Romance author and Artist Mary Quast lives in a log home affectionately named "Camp Run-A-Muk" located in the woods of Michigan with her husband, three sons, and a collection of animal family members. As a professional artist, Mary Quast answered the call to express herself creatively. With her descriptive writing style she has developed a knack for creating passionate characters and realistic settings. When she’s not busy writing contemporary erotic romance novels, novelettes, and short stories, Mary Quast doles out sensual tips and yummy eye candy on her blog “Romantic Interludes”.

Visit Mary's website  or her blog, Romantic Interludes.                  
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

A Native American Shape Shifter

My ancestors settled in Michigan right after the civil war and since then Chippewa legends and herbal medicine have become woven into the fabric of my heritage. My grandmother fascinated my cousins and me with tales of spirit animals. Grandma would often say, “Hush children. Crows are spirit carriers and you don’t want them hear you speak ill of the dead.” I often remember watching a handsome crow in her backyard and wonder if it carried Grandfather’s spirit to visit her. 

I have crows nesting in the woods on my property and they are truly magnificent creatures to behold. The intelligent gaze, silken feathers, strength of flight led my imagination to create the hero in Crow Magic.
Tecumseh, aka Seth Crowe is a Shawnee shaman who guides people out of the spiritual darkness of their lives, but at a cost on his own stability. He is naturally charming but from his demanding “work”, his family fears he’s on a path of becoming bad-tempered and destructive.

When the drop-dead sexy man with is obsidian eyes, long black hair and tanned skin covering delicious muscles came to me, I couldn’t refuse the story. 

A 1Night Stand story


Lucy Richards is tired of being timid around men and turns to Madame Eve to give her a man for a night that will help her overcome her fears to feel like a real woman. Eve arranges a night tucked away in the Castillo Poconos Resort with a handsome Shawnee shaman who will teach her to use her womanly power and take her to unimaginable heights.

Seth Crowe, a shape shifter and Keeper of the Spiritual Law, considers himself to be a carrier of souls from darkness to light and enjoys using his body to accomplish his magic. When his brother refers him to 1 Night Stand he certainly didn’t expect to find a fiery angel sleeping in a sensuous body and experience the true balance of nature. 


Romance author and Artist Mary Quast lives in a log home affectionately named "Camp Run-A-Muk" located in the woods of Michigan with her husband, three sons, and a collection of animal family members. As a professional artist, Mary Quast answered the call to express herself creatively. With her descriptive writing style she has developed a knack for creating passionate characters and realistic settings. When she’s not busy writing contemporary erotic romance novels, novelettes, and short stories, Mary Quast doles out sensual tips and yummy eye candy on her blog “Romantic Interludes”.

Visit Mary's website or her blog, Romantic Interludes.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Happy Earth Day blog hop!

Join us April 19-21 for an Earth Day blog hop extravaganza of fun, flashes, and prizes, featuring a bevy of exceptional authors. Their ebooks will tempt you, tease you, and then please you.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Cover Your Butt by Pat Cunningham

Today I want to talk about the professional butt and how to keep it safely covered from legal attacks. The other blog I’m on, Shapeshifter Seductions ( is currently undergoing minor content renovations. No, we’re not excising twincest or stepdaughter stories or high school kids having sex. We don’t do that over there. It’s sentient bestiality all the way. Our shapeshifters are all consenting adults. They consent to hetero sex, gay sex, threesomes and foursomes, BDSM and discipline with rulers. There’s plenty of species intermingling and even a mixed marriage (carnivore/herbivore). They’re quite the progressive bunch in Talbot’s Peak.

What some of them may also be is in violation of other creators’ copyrights.

It all started innocently. Serena posted an example of a newspaper in a town taken over by shapeshifters, the Guts and Butts Gazette. The rest of us (Savanna, Rebecca, Solara and me) ran with it with a vengeance. Savanna brought in White Fang Kent, ace reporter and superpowered wolf from an alien planet. I added his professional rival, Leona Lane, woman reporter and werepanther. The paper needed a photographer, so we brought in red wolf Jamie Olsen. The editor is werewolf Nick McMahon. (Either Serena isn’t a comic book fan, or she’s smarter than the rest of us.)

From there things just kind of exploded. We named our Montana town Talbot’s Peak (after Larry Talbot, the Wolf Man). Savanna felt we needed a sexy cowboy character. Enter Brandon Wayne, millionaire rancher, businessman, and bat shifter. (If she could have Superman, I wanted Batman.) The Tiger Yakuza set up shop as the catch-all bad guys, led by the evil Shere Khan. Our blog has since morphed into a home for shapeshifter flash scenes featuring a cast larger than The Simpsons’. Occasionally they even follow a plot.

As long as we stuck to the blog, providing five free reads a week, everything was fine. However, we’re writers. You know how that goes. Our characters evolved and developed and wanted their stories told, and not at a pace of 1000 words at a time. We began writing stories and novels involving the town and its people, and making plans to publish. Those plans bore fruit when Savanna recently published Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys, the first Talbot’s Peak novel. (I’m reading it on my laptop, and it’s hawt.)

This is the point where I panicked.

Not over the idea of having to sit down and write a novel, daunting though that is to lazy folk like me. It’s those character names. Lighthearted homages to our favorite comics and TV shows are fine on free blogs and fan fiction sites, but once you go pro and money starts changing hands, people take serious notice. People like those who initially created those characters you’re paying homage to, and the corporations that own the copyrights.

I have to take the blame for a lot of this problem. I read tons of comic books and watched tons of TV in my early years. Most of the iffy names are attached to characters I created. I warned Savanna before she published, so we caught most of the offenders, but we’re still left with having to clean up our act.

Luckily the damage isn’t too extensive. We just need to change a few names. The characters themselves long ago evolved beyond their other-media origins. For instance, Jimmy and Jamie Olsen both started life as redheaded photographers for their respective papers. However, I don’t think Superman’s pal is a wolf shifter, or a repressed homosexual edging his way out of the closet with the loving support of his partner, a randy Latino snake shifter. Since red wolves are native to the southern states, it was easy enough to make Jamie a Cajun boy named Robineau. The other offending characters are undergoing similar identity changes.

I thought maybe I was overreacting, foreseeing legal problems where there weren’t any. Last week’s episode of Grimm made me change my mind. The fairy tale bad guy of the week had a bizarre name—Trinket Lipslums or something like that. He’d gone by similar bizarre names in the past, all with the same letters. You know what else those letters spell? Rumplestiltskin. So why not just call him that? It’s a legitimate fairy tale name and in the public domain. Or it would be, if not for ABC/Disney’s show Once Upon a Time, which has Rumplestiltskin as a recurring character. Obviously NBC’s legal department didn’t want any trouble from ABC’s legal department, so they changed the name and only dropped hints about the character’s true identity.

If major networks are pussyfooting around over legal use of a name and characters that may look a wee bit too similar to some company’s trademarked cash cows, then we on the shapeshifter blog would do well to distance our creations from their origins, even though it was all done in innocent fun. Corporate lawyers don’t look at it that way. Especially if our fun starts earning us profits, using someone else’s well-established name.

(Like NBC and ABC have any right to complain. DC Comics/Vertigo shopped its comic book property Fables around Hollywood in hopes of landing a production deal. Fables is about fairy tale beings living in the modern world. Both NBC and ABC turned them down. Then both networks debuted TV shows about fairy tale beings living in the modern world. Things that make you go hmmmm …)

In short, what we did in using those names wasn’t meant as stealing. It was just a joke. That’s fine for free reads on a blog, or fan fiction. Once we go pro with it, though, it starts edging into plagiarism and piracy territory. It’s easier just to change the names and pretend it never happened. Cover the buttsky. Better safe than sorry.

50 Shades of Grey doesn’t count. James changed the names before she published.

And now, back to my own TP story, which involves only original characters. Except for Shere Khan, who’s already had a name change. And Rick, who looks like Brendan Fraser and was named after his character in The Mummy, but nobody will know that unless I tell them. Which I just did. Oops…

Originally posted at TITLE MAGIC

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

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Friday, March 22, 2013


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An Erotic Romance Menage 

A woman desperate to save herself and her prize horses.
Two shapeshifter cowboys who want her as their woman.

When Zance, a timber wolf shifter,
and Dontoya, a black cougar shifter,
find Sherilyn dying due to a reckless driver,
there is only one way to bring her back to life.
But, that's only the beginning... 


Warning: Get ready for a helluva ride in and out of the bedroom. This novel contains lots of tender and fierce erotic lovin'. There are bad guys on the trail of the heroine, a sorceress who won't take no for an answer, and a horror-movie showdown. The finale: New Year's Eve at the grand opening of the Midnight Stardust Supperclub.

Beware, Danger Ahead! Shapeshifter violence, guns, and dark magick are involved.

The cast of secondary characters includes an alpha werewolf, shapeshifters of many types and stripes -- a sprinkling of other supernatural beings/creatures -- and a palomino stallion. Oh, and at least, one human.

Please note: This is an M/F/M menage love story, where pleasuring the heroine is the sole focus of the two heroes. There is 'no' sexual relationship or touching between the two men. This book also contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable. That is, menage fun and fantasy scenarios, and backdoor play/intercourse. 


And, here's the longer blurb...

Sherilyn hides out on her small ranch near the odd town of Talbot's Peak, Montana, determined to save her prize horses from being stolen. She has no time for men. Besides she's been down that heartbreak road one too many times. The hitch: she didn't bargain on two shapeshifter cowboys who decide she belongs to them.

Zance, a timber wolf shifter, and Dontoya, a rare black cougar shifter, are longtime pardners. Having built up their immense ranch in the supernaturals community, they've settled into a cattleman's lifestyle. Now they've finally found the one woman they both want as their mate.  


Talbot's Peak, Montana
December 2011, After Christmas 


Chapter One: Enchanted, in a semi-trance, Sherilyn stared... 
Enchanted, in a semi-trance, Sherilyn stared at the graphically gorgeous poster advertising a New Year's Eve celebration at the Pleasure Club. The large poster looked out of place hanging next to the community board, just inside the small-town, somewhat odd grocery store in Talbot's Peak, Montana.

"It's the grand opening of the Midnight Stardust, Dante's new supperclub. Are you thinking of going?" Brenda chattily asked, as she rang up Sherilyn's purchases.

"Ladies are free like it says. Dante himself hung the poster. He's such a gentleman," Brenda trilled like a teenager with a crush.

"He made a point of telling me there will be plenty of dance partners," she added.

"Is that right?" Sherilyn murmured, unable to force her gaze away from the oh-so elegant couple dancing beneath a galaxy of sparkling stars.

The forties era, swanky scene struck her as magical, and was everything she'd been craving of late. But that was not to be. Not for her.

Sadness welled up inside Sherilyn. She mercilessly tamped it down. That time in her life was gone, and all that mattered now was the harsh reality of her circumstances.

With the snow piling up, she needed to get on the road, get home. Mentally sighing, Sherilyn fished her credit card out her bag. "I thought Dante ran the biker bar outside of town. That's what I heard, anyway."

"Yeah, he does. But, he doesn't make it obvious. We all know he's the power behind the meant throne. Long day," Brenda excused herself. She nearly snatched the card from Sherilyn's fingertips.

"Are you going, Brenda?"

"No." She gave a shake of her head, reminding Sherilyn of a big cat. "Me and the mister already made plans for this year. Skiing, our own cabin, nights by the fire. We're getting away for a long weekend."

"Sounds lovely." Sherilyn smiled wishing Brenda well, while wishing for what she could never have, a loving man in her life.

She scooped up her four grocery bags. The sacker, a teenager who eyed her like a ferret, asked if she needed help, and Sherilyn automatically shook her head 'no'.

"You should think about going," Brenda persisted.

"Nothing to wear." Sherilyn sidled toward the exit.

"Couple of new boutiques in town. With all the folks pouring into town and the surrounding area, there are some high class shops are opening up."

"I'll have to check them out." Sherilyn pasted a smile on her face as she made a hasty escape.

Yeah, that'll be the day, Sherilyn thought as she stowed her groceries inside the small aging pick-up. Talbot's Peak was in a mini-boom, but none of that prosperity helped her situation.

Icy snowflakes melted on her cheeks as Sherilyn slip-slided her way toward the driver's door, and quickly climbed inside. Relieved when the truck purred to life as she turned the key, Sherilyn said a silent prayer of thanks.

In general, the bottom had dropped out of the economy, and with the rotten way her life had been going, she constantly worried about when the next crisis would strike.

Hell, even if she could talk herself into attending the grand opening at the Midnight Stardust Supperclub--not likely since men were a thing of the past--there was no way she could afford a gown, designer or not, or even a party dress.

Sherilyn heaved a sigh and fought off her sorrow. With the weather worsening, she gripped the steering wheel, carefully negotiating the slippery streets as she made her way out of town, then onto the highway.

Right now, all she cared about was getting home safely, and checking on her horses. Once everything was squared away, she planned on indulging in a huge steamy mug of hot chocolate while cozily curled up next to her wood stove.

Earlier in the day, she'd rushed through all her chores so she could head to town, and stock up for the winter storm coming in. Per usual, that had been no easy feat.

When Sherilyn had originally bought her off-the-beaten-trail, fifty-plus acres ranch, she hadn't realized how much work went into maintaining the structures and fencing. Most days found her exhausted, ready to collapse into bed.

She certainly couldn't afford to hire anyone. Even so, finding a trustworthy hand was likely impossible, given who her enemies were.

At the time, she'd been desperate to find a place far away from the Templeton bastards. The father and son had already tried every dirty trick in the book to steal her horses, coveting their superb bloodlines.

Sherilyn had also succeeded in breeding some of the top endurance racers. In competition after competition, her horses had bested theirs in performance.

But so sad, those days were over too. Sherilyn didn't dare compete anymore. The word would get back to the Templetons, and they'd track her down, rifles at the ready--the same way they did a wolf who killed one of their Angus calves.

After two attempts by their hired thugs to steal her top mare and stallion--only stopped by the grace of God, and her own willingness to shoot back--Sherilyn managed to escape.

Since it was throw-it-in-your-face known that the Templetons were attached at the hip with both local and state law enforcement, she'd skedaddled fast, literally leaving in the dark of night.

Driving past her ranch land now, Sherilyn significantly slowed her speed. There'd been a rapid snow buildup on the back road, and she wanted to keep an eye out for any break or cut in her fence.

Horse theft these days was damn lucrative, and the fate a cruel one. Recently, Sherilyn had found her fence wires cut three times, the obvious work of professional thieves.

Thank goodness, her horses were wary of strangers, and coddled enough that at the first sign of danger, they galloped toward the barn, their safe place.

Weariness suddenly grabbed hold of Sherilyn. No surprise, since she hadn't eaten much. Hoping like hell she wouldn't find a problem...well, lately, trouble had it in for her. What could go wrong seemed go wrong, despite her efforts to think positively.

And...there it was. The top strand of wire had either come loose from the post, or been cut. Sherilyn couldn't tell from this distance.

She eased the pickup close, careful not to end up in the ditch, then put it in park. Blowing out a long sigh, she reached for her tool box.

After fighting through the grocery bags, she finally got hold of it. With a sense of the inevitable, Sherilyn launched out her door only to be smacked in the face by strong swirling winds, laced with fat snowflakes.

She pulled up her fur-lined hood, pulled on the heavy duty gloves she kept in her pockets, and tromped through the freshly fallen stuff. At least, she'd had sense enough to wear her waterproof, high-top boots.

Glad the wire appeared to have simply weakened, Sherilyn cut off a length and twisted it together with the fencing wire. Clumsy because of her gloves, she still managed to hammer the loosened bracket into the post fairly quickly.

Sherilyn closed her toolbox, and as she made her way back, thoughts of hot chocolate and being toasty warm gave her some comfort. Near the ditch, she stopped.

Fear sliced through her, and a scream lodged in her throat. Paralyzed by the big ass truck barreling down on her, Sherilyn heard herself scream, a terrible sound that rang in her ears.

She dropped the toolbox, and tried to move fast, even dive out of the way. But it was too late.

Sliding sideways, the out-of-control truck slammed into her much smaller pickup. In sickening slow motion, Sherilyn watched her pickup fly toward her.

The impact knocked the wind out of her, flinging her backward as if she were weightless. She landed with a terrible thud, the sound muted by the deep snow that now half buried her.

Everything went hazy as Sherilyn struggled to breathe. Pain knifed her lungs, and agony seeped inside her body, along with a terrible cold.

Her head spun with disjointed images of her life, and she wondered just how badly she'd been injured.

No! Who was going to take care of her precious horses? There was no one else.

Sherilyn fought the darkness threatening to claim her. She battled as hard as she could, but it remained--expanding and rising--dark as the angel of death.

Death, oh dear God, was she dying?

Was the grim reaper here?

God, no!

Crazily, Sherilyn thought, I should have decided to celebrate New Year's eve at the Midnight Stardust. I wanted to feel like a girl...feel like a woman again.

I should have...she slipped closer to the void, her thoughts dimming.

With the names of her beloved horses on her lips, Sherilyn lost the fight, falling into an all-consuming pool of blackness.


Want to celebrate New Year's Eve at the Midnight Stardust Supperclub?
Join Sherilyn, and her shapeshifter cowboys, Zance and Dontoya. 

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 Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side...

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

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Saturday, March 16, 2013

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Friday, March 15, 2013

ShapeShifter Seductions Flash Scene ~ Oooh...Crack That Whip!

 Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS.

I have to say, I love writing about Nick and Ziva.  This duo turned out way different and worlds better than the way they started off in my head.

They're always up for something, which is good since my blog mates and I tend to daydream and semi brainstorm in full technicolor fashion.

Maybe one day Nick and Z will get their own story or perhaps they will remain characters for my flash fodder...who knows.

Hope you enjoy today's silliness. 

“Remember, this baby is eight foot long so you need to stand ten to twelve feet back before you begin your swing.  When you do its back-forward-slight flick of the wrist and that tip will crack just in front of our fine Editor Nick.”

“Penny, are you sure I won’t hurt him with this?”

“Sugah, he’s shifter, he’ll heal.  Now, while I’m teaching you to wield a whip at your love, you’ll call me Mistress.  Comprende?”

“Yes, Mistress…”

“Ah, Z, such beautiful words coming from your lips, someday…”


Ziva slipped one more button open on her tight white shirt and adjusted her tits to their best advantage.  Sure, it was probably incredibly male to think of them as tits rather than breasts, but she liked the course language when she was getting ready to get down and dirty with her man.   She rolled the length of leather three times around her hand, slid it under the clasp on her belt then adjusted her hat.

Six, deep and calming, breaths later and she was ready to go in and take charge.

Last week’s movie night was Nick’s choice and she found herself watching a classic.  Indy and the race against the Nazi’s for the Ark was an all time favorite for them both.  She, because let’s be honest here, it had one sexy Harrison Ford…dayum!  Plus it was action packed and the Heroine kicked ass.  For Nick, it all came down to the Staff of Ra, wood—go figure, and the whip.  Her honey was so predictable.

So over the last week she’d gone to Penelope for training.  They’d check in with Dom Bo Phant, Penelope’s friend and master whip handler, but he’d been out of town for the week at some sort of conference.  So Penny had shown her the ropes.  Now she would test her, well not skills, on her man.  The goal was to get it close as a tease, but not hurt him.


Nick shook his head as the wolf whistles and suggestive calls reached his ears from the bullpen outside his door.  Clearly, either Penny or Ziva was once again pushing the boundaries on what was workplace appropriate attire.

“Please let it be, Penny.”  He rose, intending to make his way to the door as it opened.  The vision that greeted him was clearly not his secretary and left him thanking the Lupa above.  Ziva, in her treasure hunter outfit, tits front and center—the flush on their tops told him she was into this game just as much as he was, and the whip…  Well hell, that baby pulled it all together.

“I’ve come for the Staff of Ra, infidel!”

“You’ll have to come closer to find it, my sexy raider.”  Not that he was doing a very good job of hiding the beast as it pushed against his pants.  Suit pants were a joke when it came to corralling his erection, something Ziva was now noticing.


She appeared to be taking measurements, though she should already have a damn good idea of what he had to offer.  Her hesitancy riled his wolf, pulling him from the scene and causing him to advance. “Ziva.”

“No, don’t come forward!  In fact, could you take three large steps back?”


“I didn’t take ‘it’ into account in my measurements and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What ‘it’?”  He asked, stepping back as she’d asked.

Her sexy grin knocked his heart sideways and the winding of her whip shot adrenaline to every muscle in anticipation.  “Why your Staff of Ra, lover.”


The crack of a whip and the lusty wolf call caused a chuckle to break out in the bullpen.  Bets were laid down and raunchy jokes were made about Nick and Ziva, but then never minded.  Penelope smiled as she knew those two would never fully engage in a busy office, but that was what the back door in Nick’s office was for.  They were two peas in a pod; both had a yen for fun and an unbreakable bond.


May your weekend be filled with lovers and friends, especially if they bring their own toys!


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Complimentary Love Coupon


Oh, yeah!  Let the imagination take over.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Thing That Make You Go, "Hmmm...."

WEIGHT LOSS - Fascinating Fact: Sexual acts lead to weight loss

The average human loses 26 calories when kissing for a minute. Furthermore, vigorous sex for half an hour burns 150 calories (you can lose three pounds in a year – if you have sex 7 to 8 times a month). Kissing is also very good for your teeth: the extra saliva released during the act helps to keep the mouth clean – reducing the risk of decay.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Make Your Own Dildo

We often preach about keeping it fun in the bedroom
and ways for couples to continue enjoying each other.
Well... I came across this and after slapping my head with a "why didn't I invent this first" moment, I thought I'd share the idea.

The Make Your Own Dildo kit was designed to allow any man to make a completely accurate rubber copy of his own penis from the comfort and privacy of his own home. Everything contained in the kit is medically tested, simple to use, and completely safe for the novice molder. The ingredients are neatly packed in our beautifully redesigned box. All that's required to make an incredibly accurate replica of your own penis is a Make Your Own Dildo Kit and some water

Step 1

Mix the molding powder with water

Step 2

Pour the mixture into the Specialized Molding container

Step 3

Insert your penis.. and balls into the Specialized Molding container

Step 4

Pull away mold and fill with rubber

Step 5

Slide out a copy of your own dildo
"Put the Oomph back into long-term relationships"
- Oprah Magazine


The Clone-a-Pussy is perfect for bachelor parties, bachelorette parties, anniversaries, Valentine's Day, and birthdays - any time you need a SEXY gift. This one of a kind! 

Have a Sexy Craft Night with your honey.


I really need to quit playing on Google.

Mary Quast is an erotic romance writer who spends way too much time procrastinating when she's suppose to be doing edits for her next book. Check out her blog Romantic Interludes.