Here it is... It's up on Fictionator.com, too.
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"Come to bed," he instructed. "You need your rest."
"Yes, father," I said with a roll of my eyes.
He curled his lip back. "No father jokes. That's rather horrifying, don't you think?"
"Nope. You can be my daddy anytime." I ran my hand down his stomach suggestively.
His brow arched, and his eyes darkened. "Now, love?"
I grinned playfully at him. "Now's good for me."
He changed spots with me and had me straddling his lap in a move so fast, I was dazed. I leaned down and kissed him gently, savoring the way he tasted and felt his strong muscles ripple and strain under my fingers as I explored his perfect form.
He cupped my breast through my t-shirt, and my entire body exploded with heat. I moaned into his mouth and everything between us shifted. I ground my hips into his as his kiss became needy and desperate and his teasing touch verged on the point of pain.
I arched my back and threw my head back as white-hot bolts of pleasure raced through my veins and electricity sparked between us, nearly taking my breath away with its intensity. His hands came to rest on my hips, kneading into the soft flesh and directing my movements on top of him while his mouth raked over my skin, leaving a burning, tender wake behind his skilled tongue.
He ripped my shirt off, and I gasped as he bit down and toyed with my nipple. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled in an effort to ground myself against the needful, driving ache that I had for him.
He broke free, staring up at me with wild eyes and grinned the sexiest smile I'd ever seen. My breath hitched and my cheeks burned with the knowledge that it was meant solely for me.
He stroked me through my panties and the smile grew even more pronounced. "Fuck, Isabella. I need you," he murmured, lifting his hips off the cushion and pushing himself against me.
I smothered an embarrassingly loud groan at the sound of the word "fuck" rolling off his tongue like that. It was erotic and heady, unexpected and hotter than hell.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 21 Teaser
Teaser time again ;)
Hopefully with this and the 500 words I've written for Ch 22, I can focus on something other than Hollywood-Britward and Flight-prone Bella... like starting to wrap up BtSatM... sigh.
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"Eric," I greeted. "How're you this morning?"
"Good. You ever going to tell us what's going on with you and your assistant? Your publicist gave us some bullshit statement over the weekend that didn't confirm or deny anything."
I laughed. "That's her job, is it not?"
"It is. So what's the deal?"
"Simply put, the deal is that I'm in a relationship with Bella," I answered.
"Behind Tanya's back?" he inquired.
"I'm not going to answer that again. I will tell you that I'm happy now, Eric. Happier than I've ever been."
He grinned widely. "She's going to shit when she reads that."
I smiled wickedly in return. "Make sure you have your camera ready for that. I'd love to see it."
He laughed. "Well, I'm officially 'Team Edward'."
My brow furrowed. "'Team Edward'? What is that?"
"Dude, check the internet. There are people selling t-shirts that say 'Team Edward' and 'Team Tanya' on them. I think there might even be some with your girl's face on them."
I groaned. "Oh, she's going to love that."
"Why?"
"She's not interested in being a celebrity. But I suppose it can't be helped so long as she's with me."
"No. So where are you off to?"
"The beach. Venice, perhaps. I'm not sure."
He nodded.
"Keep your distance, please," I requested of them all. "She's not used to all of this and is still trying to adjust."
They didn't answer but then again, I hadn't expected them to.
I climbed into the car and started it, backing out carefully before I said anything to Bella.
"Do a Google search on the Blackberry," I instructed, "for 'Team Edward'."
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Short and sweet. Hopefully the chapter will be up soon...
Hopefully with this and the 500 words I've written for Ch 22, I can focus on something other than Hollywood-Britward and Flight-prone Bella... like starting to wrap up BtSatM... sigh.
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"Eric," I greeted. "How're you this morning?"
"Good. You ever going to tell us what's going on with you and your assistant? Your publicist gave us some bullshit statement over the weekend that didn't confirm or deny anything."
I laughed. "That's her job, is it not?"
"It is. So what's the deal?"
"Simply put, the deal is that I'm in a relationship with Bella," I answered.
"Behind Tanya's back?" he inquired.
"I'm not going to answer that again. I will tell you that I'm happy now, Eric. Happier than I've ever been."
He grinned widely. "She's going to shit when she reads that."
I smiled wickedly in return. "Make sure you have your camera ready for that. I'd love to see it."
He laughed. "Well, I'm officially 'Team Edward'."
My brow furrowed. "'Team Edward'? What is that?"
"Dude, check the internet. There are people selling t-shirts that say 'Team Edward' and 'Team Tanya' on them. I think there might even be some with your girl's face on them."
I groaned. "Oh, she's going to love that."
"Why?"
"She's not interested in being a celebrity. But I suppose it can't be helped so long as she's with me."
"No. So where are you off to?"
"The beach. Venice, perhaps. I'm not sure."
He nodded.
"Keep your distance, please," I requested of them all. "She's not used to all of this and is still trying to adjust."
They didn't answer but then again, I hadn't expected them to.
I climbed into the car and started it, backing out carefully before I said anything to Bella.
"Do a Google search on the Blackberry," I instructed, "for 'Team Edward'."
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Short and sweet. Hopefully the chapter will be up soon...
Sunday, March 21, 2010
The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 20 Teaser
Teaser time again!
Here's a bit from the latest Man chapter. I have one more scene to write in BPOV and then it's going straight to Stratan for beta'ing.
I've also submitted a version of this teaser to Fictionators.com. Be sure to check 'em out. There's a ton of awesome recs over there.
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"Reneé?" Bella asked nervously.
"What?" She cleared her throat once. "Did you tell your father?"
Bella smiled with the thought of Charlie's reaction. "I did. He said that he thought I was too young, but that he'd never really seen me happy until Edward came along. And I even got a congratulations out of him."
Her sharp intake of breath alerted me to her change in demeanor.
"Well, you are too young. Did you learn nothing from your father and me?" she snapped.
"I learned what not to do in a marriage, if that's what you mean," Bella shot back.
"You have your entire life ahead of you! Why rush this? It'll only wind up in divorce!" Reneé cried in frustration.
"I have no intention of ever divorcing your daughter, Reneé," I said tersely. The
woman was mad.
"You may not have the intention, but when my daughter realizes that she's rushed into something she wasn't prepared for, you'll have no choice in the matter."
"I'm not you!" Bella screamed. "I'm nothing like you. I love this man and I want to have a family with him. You never wanted me; I was always a burden to your hippie, free-spirited lifestyle. The fact that you're actually wanting to be a parent to my brother is almost incomprehensible to me. Why can't you just be happy for me?"
"You're only twenty-one! Why can't you wait until you're thirty to marry Edward, if he's still around?" Reneé argued. It didn't escape me that she didn't refute Bella's claim of not wanting her, which was absurd. How could anyone not want her?
"Because, I will not make him wait until he's fifty to get married just because you want me to. I'm tired of living my life to appease everyone else. I'm ready for this," she said emphatically. "I'm ready to stop being plain, frightened, uncertain Bella Swan and be what Edward sees in me; the bright, funny, confident, and beautiful girl that stubbornly accomplishes whatever she puts her mind to."
"Well said," I whispered.
"It's what you're always trying to tell me, right?" she asked nervously.
"Exactly."
"Well," Reneé said, sounding a little defeated. "I still think you're making a huge mistake. As much as I like Edward, I don't like that he has made you become dependent on him like you are."
"I'm not dependent on him. Jesus, do you know how long it took me to realize that loving him doesn't make me dependent? He makes me stronger because he's always--no matter how stupid he thinks I'm being--there for me. Having someone besides Dad, who lives twelve hundred miles away, support me is the most incredible feeling I've ever known."
"So what are you going to do?" Reneé asked. "Drop out of school and pop out little half-British babies because you got involved with a man who's pushing forty?"
Both our jaws dropped in shock at the venom in her voice. "Who are you?" Bella gasped.
"I'm sorry. That didn't come out right," Reneé said quickly. "Hormones have made me a bitch. I-I don't want to see you make my mistakes all over again."
A tear slid down Bella's mottled cheek. "Just forget it. I'll send you a save the date card and you can sit at home twiddling your fucking thumbs while I walk down the aisle."
"Bella-"
"Hang up, Edward." I was frozen and couldn't get my hands to cooperate. "Hang up!" she screeched.
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So there ya go...
Here's a bit from the latest Man chapter. I have one more scene to write in BPOV and then it's going straight to Stratan for beta'ing.
I've also submitted a version of this teaser to Fictionators.com. Be sure to check 'em out. There's a ton of awesome recs over there.
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"Reneé?" Bella asked nervously.
"What?" She cleared her throat once. "Did you tell your father?"
Bella smiled with the thought of Charlie's reaction. "I did. He said that he thought I was too young, but that he'd never really seen me happy until Edward came along. And I even got a congratulations out of him."
Her sharp intake of breath alerted me to her change in demeanor.
"Well, you are too young. Did you learn nothing from your father and me?" she snapped.
"I learned what not to do in a marriage, if that's what you mean," Bella shot back.
"You have your entire life ahead of you! Why rush this? It'll only wind up in divorce!" Reneé cried in frustration.
"I have no intention of ever divorcing your daughter, Reneé," I said tersely. The
woman was mad.
"You may not have the intention, but when my daughter realizes that she's rushed into something she wasn't prepared for, you'll have no choice in the matter."
"I'm not you!" Bella screamed. "I'm nothing like you. I love this man and I want to have a family with him. You never wanted me; I was always a burden to your hippie, free-spirited lifestyle. The fact that you're actually wanting to be a parent to my brother is almost incomprehensible to me. Why can't you just be happy for me?"
"You're only twenty-one! Why can't you wait until you're thirty to marry Edward, if he's still around?" Reneé argued. It didn't escape me that she didn't refute Bella's claim of not wanting her, which was absurd. How could anyone not want her?
"Because, I will not make him wait until he's fifty to get married just because you want me to. I'm tired of living my life to appease everyone else. I'm ready for this," she said emphatically. "I'm ready to stop being plain, frightened, uncertain Bella Swan and be what Edward sees in me; the bright, funny, confident, and beautiful girl that stubbornly accomplishes whatever she puts her mind to."
"Well said," I whispered.
"It's what you're always trying to tell me, right?" she asked nervously.
"Exactly."
"Well," Reneé said, sounding a little defeated. "I still think you're making a huge mistake. As much as I like Edward, I don't like that he has made you become dependent on him like you are."
"I'm not dependent on him. Jesus, do you know how long it took me to realize that loving him doesn't make me dependent? He makes me stronger because he's always--no matter how stupid he thinks I'm being--there for me. Having someone besides Dad, who lives twelve hundred miles away, support me is the most incredible feeling I've ever known."
"So what are you going to do?" Reneé asked. "Drop out of school and pop out little half-British babies because you got involved with a man who's pushing forty?"
Both our jaws dropped in shock at the venom in her voice. "Who are you?" Bella gasped.
"I'm sorry. That didn't come out right," Reneé said quickly. "Hormones have made me a bitch. I-I don't want to see you make my mistakes all over again."
A tear slid down Bella's mottled cheek. "Just forget it. I'll send you a save the date card and you can sit at home twiddling your fucking thumbs while I walk down the aisle."
"Bella-"
"Hang up, Edward." I was frozen and couldn't get my hands to cooperate. "Hang up!" she screeched.
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So there ya go...
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Between the Sun and the Moon
If you're reading BtSatM and wondering where the fuck the update is...
Well, keep looking for it.
Chapter 30 is a transitional chapter, going from all the angst to the HEA, and I have the worst times writing these types of chapters. I've got just over 1700 decent words going for me and until this B & E decide to cooperate with me, I'm going to work on The Man Who Can't Be Moved.
If you've read any of my A/N's, you know I'm picky as hell and don't put anything out I'm not satisfied with. I've got a garbled mess of 2K words beneath said 1700, but it doesn't feel right at all so I'm not even working with it.
Rest assured though, I'll get it (like a proverbial lightning bolt) and then it'll all be good again :)
Well, keep looking for it.
Chapter 30 is a transitional chapter, going from all the angst to the HEA, and I have the worst times writing these types of chapters. I've got just over 1700 decent words going for me and until this B & E decide to cooperate with me, I'm going to work on The Man Who Can't Be Moved.
If you've read any of my A/N's, you know I'm picky as hell and don't put anything out I'm not satisfied with. I've got a garbled mess of 2K words beneath said 1700, but it doesn't feel right at all so I'm not even working with it.
Rest assured though, I'll get it (like a proverbial lightning bolt) and then it'll all be good again :)
Monday, March 15, 2010
The Man Who Can't Be Moved Chapter 19 is up!
So....
I finally got a blog. I am so technologically stunted it's not funny--totally pathetic because I am in my twenties and should know this shit, right?
Yeah, anyway...
The Man Who Can't Be Moved Chapter 19 is up. I'll be posting teasers here as I write until I have time to truly update the blog with all my fics...it'll take a while because I'm a busy bitch, even though I'd love to have a day to be lazy (Like right now, my house is begging me to clean it. I can hear it calling me, but I'm choosing to ignore it and blog instead).
If you're not on Twitter yet, you should be. We have a blast ;)
I finally got a blog. I am so technologically stunted it's not funny--totally pathetic because I am in my twenties and should know this shit, right?
Yeah, anyway...
The Man Who Can't Be Moved Chapter 19 is up. I'll be posting teasers here as I write until I have time to truly update the blog with all my fics...it'll take a while because I'm a busy bitch, even though I'd love to have a day to be lazy (Like right now, my house is begging me to clean it. I can hear it calling me, but I'm choosing to ignore it and blog instead).
If you're not on Twitter yet, you should be. We have a blast ;)
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