Celebrating with Sedona and Volcano

One year ago my 2012 futuristic, erotic romance, WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, was released from Siren-BookStrand and is currently IN PRINT. Given this story has controversial elements, in regards to how the future is portrayed and because my hero is a Carnal Cherub, I knew it would be a bumpy ride to fame and fortune ~ yep, those last words are a big ole tongue-in-cheek, believe me.

Though, to digress, I do believe our American culture would ‘come a long way, baby’ if we actually began treasuring artist types instead of thinking starvation is good for the soul ~ yeah, right, whose soul? Not mine, I contend.

I figured ANGEL would be a niche read and I think that’s how it’s shaped up, so far. Those who have read my fantasy angelic novel, written directly from my heart and soul, tend to really love it and are fascinated by the love story I’ve created ~ or they think the whole concept is ‘ick’.

Truth: I’m not a mass-market author. THANK GOD, for small print/e-publishers! I say. No, my erotic romance novels will not be beloved by All, no matter how fabulously, how perfectly they’re written. Ain’t gonna happen.

Why? It’s simply not in me as a writer to pen that way. Besides, I’ve always traveled along ‘the road less traveled’. Within the boundaries of *Happily Ever After*, my books are unique and my style of writing is also too unique for some readers.

Hey, didn’t I title this post ~ Celebrating with Sedona and Volcano ~ ? So, where’s the celebration... good gravy, I just thought of that stupid and bad chauvinistic joke ~ where’s the celebration? In my pants... baby...
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December 21, 2013 ~ THE CELEBRATION

Sedona felt like a temptress as she leaned forward and hugged Volcano tightly. The shape of his super-cycle seduced her bare thighs while the black celestial leather of his jacket wickedly teased her naked breasts. Somehow the carnal cherub had convinced her to go skinny dipping in the sky.

He’d refused to tell her the destination of their celebration, though. Their first meeting had been one year ago and Sedona hadn’t known if he was friend or foe. Still, his dark purple eyes had glinted with the playful passion she’d come to adore, then glowed with the promise of pleasures she just couldn’t say no to... that is, if she rode behind him nude.

“Where are we going?” Sedona aimed her breathy voice toward his ear.

“Woman, ask me again, and your heavenly butt will know the divine fire of my hand.”

“Is that on the erotic menu for later?” Sedona stroked her nose in the thick strands of his hair, then nuzzled his neck as he prepared the super-cycle for take off, humming it with his palm.

“You are my erotic menu. I plan to dine on every gorgeous inch of you, my Sedona.”

The primal deepness of his voice and the scorching raw scent of his virility slickened her sex. “Stop it, you bad cherub, or I won’t be able to hang onto...”

They blasted off with a silent ferocious speed. The feeling of utter freedom invigorated her spirit as they flew down the winding California highway they’d been traveling on. The inky darkness of midnight and the refreshing chill enveloped them, as did the complete emptiness of the road.

The terrific force of the ocean-drenched winds pummeled her skin and Sedona flattened herself against Volcano’s back, holding on more tightly. Wild with excitement, she savored the forceful buffeting of the winds and the fecund odors whipping around her. Mother Earth was in recovery and Sedona felt the singing gladness of her heart.

Volcano knew how much she craved this sense of flying free and fast. Thinking of nothing else but these precious moments, Sedona basked in the sculpted hard feel of his torso. Goddess, he was magnificently made as a man. She lived in constant wonder over his masculinity. Not so much because of his physique and spiritual heritage. But because he was more of a real man in how he cared for her than any human male she’d ever been with.

The brilliant flash of oncoming lights caused her eyes to blink open. Enemy? she mind-asked.

Scavenger semi-truck, he returned. Hauling scrap lumber and building material.

Not altering course, Volcano streamlined the super-cycle and sailed them above the semi. They soared into the night sky, the winds becoming colder as they jetted higher and higher. Sedona wanted to shiver as the savagely swirling winds sluiced over her body. At the same time, she felt deliciously untamed.

The barest wink of stars surrounded them, a spectacular sight. Gradually, the heavy clouds of volcanic ash were being cleansed from the atmosphere. Before her gaze a long thin cloud formed, streaming in front of the moon, only a distorted haze of crimson light in the black sky.

Ship or real cloud? she telepathed.

Platform, my woman.

Time pulsed rapidly, a blur of beautiful sensations for Sedona as Volcano landed the super-cycle on the celestial ship’s platform. Lost to everything, except his lover’s embrace, she clung to him as he floated her into the gossamer silkiness of the sky.

Bare skin against bare skin, he spun them upwards as if they danced to the strains of an ethereal waltz. In a magnificent burst of power, his ebony wings appeared and Volcano winged them higher until the pure white radiance of the stars surrounded them.

Slowly rotating them in the heavens, he wrapped his wings around her, a sensual cocoon. Suddenly, the engorged strength of his cock pressed against her belly, the demanding brute she wanted and an omnipotent force she desired with her whole being.

Sedona opened her thighs as his hands claimed her waist, lifting her. The mighty lunge of his shaft inside her sex caused her to cry out, a melodic sound she’d never heard before. Dreamy and blazing with need, she embraced him with her body and tightly held his cock with her sheath.

Joined as one, they whirled through the cosmos until time felt like a distant memory to Sedona. Every particle of her flesh blazed with celestial light and their stunning speed became an indescribable rapture. It was as if a cyclone carried them throughout the galaxy and refused to release them.

Until... saturated with the orgasmic bliss, they halted, motionless in the sky. Several kisses later, they fell back to Earth. A slow drifting descent among the pale stars of early morning.

Sedona, my angel woman, I love you.
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WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

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? Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp? Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal, with the hope her death will be quick? Or does Sedona trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her? Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges from the darkness astride a super-speed black motorcycle.

Is he her savior from the brutal hell of end times, or is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
Sent from heaven to help her save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
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Happy Summer Reading...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Sedona & Volcano invite you to read their love story ~
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? ~ available from BookStrand ~ http://bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar ~ http://bookstrand.com ~ NOW IN PRINT [Barnes and Noble & Amazon] ~ An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~