Yes, I know how much I suck with this story. I got blocked and then real life got so busy I didn't have a chance to write. Add to that, Stratan's computer dying, and you get a fucking long ass wait. So sorry!
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Edward's arms wrapped themselves around my waist and his lips pressed against my temple. "You look lost, love," he said softly. "'What are you out here thinking about?"
"All sorts of naughty things," I replied jokingly.
His chuckle vibrated against my skin, sending chills through me. "All involving me, I hope."
"Nope. No such luck." I laid my head back against his chest. "I thought of an idea for a story."
"That's great." He kissed me again. "Care to tell me what it's about?"
"Suspense mixed with some romance. I'm thinking of using a scarier version of our house for the main event. Someone wants the heroine's new lover dead. With a twist."
"Twist?"
I nodded. "It's a secret."
"I'm sure you'll shock the hell out of your readers." He paused. "Speaking of readers, have you been on the internet recently?"
"Yes. Between three kids and the madness surrounding us, I've had so much time to surf," I said dryly.
"Ah, not funny. I'd like to pretend things have been boringly normal around here."
So would I.
But that was never going to happen. We'd been forever altered by this one summer. The memories would continue to lie in wait, resurfacing when we least expected it and pulling us back into the darkness that we'd managed to escape from. Though I wished we could say we came out emotionally untouched, I knew we were stronger, better people because we hadn't.
"Well, come inside, and I'll show you what I found."
He took my hand and led me inside. We went straight to our bedroom, and he shut the door behind us.
"What are you doing?"
"Just a second." He took his laptop off the small desk and pulled up the web browser. A few clicks and he was spinning the computer around so that I could see the screen.
"It's a book."
"It is. Read on."
I skimmed through the chapter and noticed it was based on my book. My characters were doing things I'd never dreamed of.
"Holy shit, it's porn!" I exclaimed in shock.
"I believe the correct term is smut. Lemons." I gave him an incredulous look. "I've learned a lot recently. Some of it's really hot."
"You perv!" I laughed. "When have you been reading all this?"
"I'm not around you every second of the day, Bella," he said in amusement. "I sometimes do a search on you to see how your books are doing and what your fans and the critics are saying about your work."
"You do?"
He smiled warmly. "Of course I do. I will always want to know about everything you do." He pointed back to the screen. "Anyway, this site popped up one day. Curiosity got the best of me. There are some really talented people out there in fandom."
"My husband reads fan fiction," I giggled.
Monday, April 12, 2010
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