I have nothing witty to say today... just a reminder that you still can sign up for Team Jenny0719 if you want one of the outtakes... or all of them! Links are over to the right...
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“I don’t believe it,” I muttered as we slid past security and into the dark club. “No paparazzi.”
“Told ya,” Jacob said smugly.
I shook my head and led Bella to the bar, unwilling to answer him over the thumping music. I ordered Bella the pomegranate martini she wanted and took a sip, scrunching my nose as the sweet, strong liquor hit my tongue.
“You’d better watch those things. They’ll come back and bite you in the arse,” I shouted at her.
She grinned. “I know. That’s what makes them so good!”
I rolled my eyes. “But you’re being so much fun. Why spoil it?”
“I’m not that bad!”
I simply grinned back at her.
“Not funny.”
“Neither are you when you’re pissed. Now, give me that.” I took a large gulp and then handed back to her with a shudder. “Let’s go dance.”
“But what about Jacob and Bree?”
I gave her a look. “I could care less about Jacob and Bree. I want to feel you against me.”
Wisely, she threw her drink back and sat the empty glass on the bar. “Let’s go.”
I knew a crowd had formed around us; I could feel their gazes crawling over my skin, but I refused to look away from Bella. I’d never make it to the dance floor because of the mob that was bound to confront me if I did. I kept my arm around her as we pushed our way through them all and saw flashes of various cameras around me, along with the irritated face Bella made up at me that nearly mirrored my own.
But none of it mattered the second I spun her around and felt her body move with mine. For someone so inherently clumsy, she was an incredible dancer. Her skin was dewy with sweat; her body flushed with exertion. Her hips rolled with an unknowing seduction that had me clinging to her, wanting to strip her down and watch her move sexy, bared body in front of me. For me.
I threaded my hands through her hair and tipped her head back so that I could taste her alluring mouth. Tinged with alcohol, her lips were sweet and wet, soft and pliant against my own. Her kiss was effortless, but it did nothing to hinder the desire I was racked with as our tongues tangled heedlessly together. Home, alone, I would press on until we were joined together. Here, I had no choice but to stop.
I trailed my mouth over her jaw and nipped at her ear. “We should go home now,” I said roughly.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 30 Teaser
Back to reality...
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“Wrap the chain around your ring one last time so that it doesn’t bring so much attention to itself by rolling around your wrist over and over again,” I instructed quietly.
“Oh.”
“It’ll look like part of the clasp this way to anyone not up close,” I continued.
She nodded and let her thumb trace over the diamonds for a second before stealing a glance at me.
I was watching her closely with a scowl. “We don’t have to do this,” I stated lowly. “You can tell everyone to ‘fuck off’ if you want. You’re good at that sort of thing.”
She grinned, but it was gone in an instant. “I want to.”
I looked at her strangely, and she shook her head.
“I don’t want to, but I know it’s necessary if we want to have a minute alone outside of the house. It just feels like we’re right back where we started.
I stared at her as my frustration consumed me. She was absolutely right. We were no closer to that happy ending than we were four months ago when we first met.
Her eyes darted to the lights lining the dark runway. “Forget I said it,” she mumbled.
“No, it’s true. We’re right back at the beginning again, hiding from the fucking press,” I said sharply.
“At least we don’t have to hide how we feel, just the fact that we got married,” she whispered. “There’s no way I could pretend to not have feelings for you. Not again.”
A smile ghosted across my face. “How so?” I asked, glancing around cautiously to make sure no one was eavesdropping.
“That distant, cold look that came over your face when we talked to each other in public would honest to God kill me now. I love how the way you look at me makes me feel.”
“I look at you like that because you are the only thing I live for anymore,” I said honestly. “You make me feel alive, Bella, in the world of jaded and blackened souls I’ve been a part of for so long.”
She put her forehead on my shoulder and squeezed my arm as she struggled not to cry.
“What just happened?” I asked, pulling her face up to see her eyes blur with tears.
“You and your damn eloquence is what happened,” she replied with a soft laugh. “Oh, God, I need another vacation.”
You need another form of birth control, I thought wryly.
“That was meant to put a smile on your face, not make you cry.”
“I know. That’s what sucks so bad.”
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“Wrap the chain around your ring one last time so that it doesn’t bring so much attention to itself by rolling around your wrist over and over again,” I instructed quietly.
“Oh.”
“It’ll look like part of the clasp this way to anyone not up close,” I continued.
She nodded and let her thumb trace over the diamonds for a second before stealing a glance at me.
I was watching her closely with a scowl. “We don’t have to do this,” I stated lowly. “You can tell everyone to ‘fuck off’ if you want. You’re good at that sort of thing.”
She grinned, but it was gone in an instant. “I want to.”
I looked at her strangely, and she shook her head.
“I don’t want to, but I know it’s necessary if we want to have a minute alone outside of the house. It just feels like we’re right back where we started.
I stared at her as my frustration consumed me. She was absolutely right. We were no closer to that happy ending than we were four months ago when we first met.
Her eyes darted to the lights lining the dark runway. “Forget I said it,” she mumbled.
“No, it’s true. We’re right back at the beginning again, hiding from the fucking press,” I said sharply.
“At least we don’t have to hide how we feel, just the fact that we got married,” she whispered. “There’s no way I could pretend to not have feelings for you. Not again.”
A smile ghosted across my face. “How so?” I asked, glancing around cautiously to make sure no one was eavesdropping.
“That distant, cold look that came over your face when we talked to each other in public would honest to God kill me now. I love how the way you look at me makes me feel.”
“I look at you like that because you are the only thing I live for anymore,” I said honestly. “You make me feel alive, Bella, in the world of jaded and blackened souls I’ve been a part of for so long.”
She put her forehead on my shoulder and squeezed my arm as she struggled not to cry.
“What just happened?” I asked, pulling her face up to see her eyes blur with tears.
“You and your damn eloquence is what happened,” she replied with a soft laugh. “Oh, God, I need another vacation.”
You need another form of birth control, I thought wryly.
“That was meant to put a smile on your face, not make you cry.”
“I know. That’s what sucks so bad.”
Monday, June 7, 2010
The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 29 Teaser
Chapter 29 Teaser! It mixes a bit of fun with the Cullen's (along with Emmett, Rosalie, and Charlie) and has the expected honeymoon action in it as well.
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I finally managed to lift my head, and I gave her a satisfied, crooked grin. “Not exactly how I’d planned to consummate our marriage.”
Her nose scrunched up with her laugh. “What were you planning? Romantic seduction?”
“Something like that.”
“No seduction necessary. I’m easy.”
I laughed once and slowly stood up. “You’d better not be.”
She frowned. “Edward, come on.”
I pulled her up off the floor and onto her feet. “You cheat on me, I’ll murder you,” I said jokingly. Well, for the most part I was joking.
Her eyes flashed, and she fought with the grin that threatened to break across her face. “Same goes for you, big shot Hollywood actor.”
I grinned wickedly. “As long as we’re in agreement.”
She turned away from me to start gathering her clothes. “We probably shouldn’t have done that,” she stated absently. “Really shouldn’t have done that. What if that woman out there needed something and walked in? Or your family? My father? Emmett?” She shuddered on Emmett’s name.
“They’d have heard your noises and turned away before ever walking through the door,” I said unapologetically.
“My noises?”
I nodded and threw her a quick grin. “Your noises. You’d be very successful as a voice over for porn-style moans.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
I reached out and slid my hand over her body, cupping her when I reached my destination. Her eyes fluttered and she groaned breathlessly.
“That wasn’t me.”
“Fine,” she pouted, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “Good to know I have something to fall back on if… whatever the hell I decide to do after grad school doesn’t work out.”
“You’ve not decided anything yet?” I asked, buttoning my trousers back up.
“No,” she sighed. “Pathetic, huh?”
“You’ve still time. There’s no rush,” I said comfortingly. “Or you could choose to do nothing at all. Stay at home with me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Be serious. I can’t sit and be idle all day. You know that.”
I moved to help her take the rest of her hair down. “I know. You’ll figure it out eventually, love.”
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I finally managed to lift my head, and I gave her a satisfied, crooked grin. “Not exactly how I’d planned to consummate our marriage.”
Her nose scrunched up with her laugh. “What were you planning? Romantic seduction?”
“Something like that.”
“No seduction necessary. I’m easy.”
I laughed once and slowly stood up. “You’d better not be.”
She frowned. “Edward, come on.”
I pulled her up off the floor and onto her feet. “You cheat on me, I’ll murder you,” I said jokingly. Well, for the most part I was joking.
Her eyes flashed, and she fought with the grin that threatened to break across her face. “Same goes for you, big shot Hollywood actor.”
I grinned wickedly. “As long as we’re in agreement.”
She turned away from me to start gathering her clothes. “We probably shouldn’t have done that,” she stated absently. “Really shouldn’t have done that. What if that woman out there needed something and walked in? Or your family? My father? Emmett?” She shuddered on Emmett’s name.
“They’d have heard your noises and turned away before ever walking through the door,” I said unapologetically.
“My noises?”
I nodded and threw her a quick grin. “Your noises. You’d be very successful as a voice over for porn-style moans.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
I reached out and slid my hand over her body, cupping her when I reached my destination. Her eyes fluttered and she groaned breathlessly.
“That wasn’t me.”
“Fine,” she pouted, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “Good to know I have something to fall back on if… whatever the hell I decide to do after grad school doesn’t work out.”
“You’ve not decided anything yet?” I asked, buttoning my trousers back up.
“No,” she sighed. “Pathetic, huh?”
“You’ve still time. There’s no rush,” I said comfortingly. “Or you could choose to do nothing at all. Stay at home with me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Be serious. I can’t sit and be idle all day. You know that.”
I moved to help her take the rest of her hair down. “I know. You’ll figure it out eventually, love.”
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Fics 4 Nash--The Man Who Can't Be Moved Samson Outtake
Teaser time!
This is an outtake I did for Fics For Nashville. I put both of my other stories aside this week to get this out, and I have to say, even though I'm crazy nervous about being spotlighted with all these amazing authors, I'm excited about it!
A little info for those who haven't donated yet. $5 gets you outtakes from over 150 authors on 6/5 and proceeds will go to help relieve the flood victims in Nashville. I hold this dear to my heart because I live so close to Nashville and have friends who live there who suffered damage from the flash floods.
http://community.livejournal.com/ficsfornash/474.html
So the outtake... It takes place in the future, but will NOT effect the storyline of TMWCBM. It's set just before Bella and Edward move. There are a few things that you might notice when you read it and everything that I skirted around in the outtake will be answered in the actual story. Eventually.
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Samson's POV
“Good morning,” Edward said pleasantly, handing Bella a mug of coffee.
“Morning. You have a busy day today,” she replied, grinning back. “A photo shoot, two magazine interviews, a meeting over at King Pictures, and a date with Ellen.”
He smiled persuasively at her. “Can’t you cancel everything so I can stay here with you?”
“No,” she laughed.
“No?” He nuzzled her neck. “I don’t particularly care for that answer, love. Anything I can do to convince you otherwise?”
“As your wife? Yes. As your agent? No.” She weaseled out of his arms. “Now, go get ready so that you’re not late. I don’t want to get a phone call from some disgruntled photographer demanding to know where you are.”
He rolled his eyes. “All right, but you need to take Samson to the groomer’s for me.”
My ears perked up. I got to spend the day with Bella?
“What?” Her eyes darted over to me, and I stood up, panting expectantly. “Why?”
“He has an appointment, that’s why,” Edward responded on a chuckle. “He’s shedding everywhere.”
I huffed indignantly. Like I could help that shit.
“Oh, but… the dog… in my car? Really?” she pouted.
“Take the Range Rover,” he said simply.
“Why can’t you just take him in the shower with you?”
If I could have scrunched my nose up any more than it already was I would’ve. Edward’s nakedness all up in my face. No fucking thanks.
I was starting to reconsider my stance on Bella’s intelligence a little. Two male beings, trapped in a shower naked together does not a good time make.
Not to me, anyway.
“I don’t have time. Nor do I want to leave a mess on the housekeeper.” He slid his arms around her waist again. “Come on, baby, I’ll make it up to you tonight,” he wheedled.
She seemed to seriously be weighing her options here.
Oh, come on! I’m not that bad!
“Promise?” she finally asked with a sly smile.
He nodded and bent to kiss her. This was my cue to turn away.
I trotted out of the kitchen and into the living room, jumping up on the couch and making myself comfortable, even though I knew if Edward caught me, he’d have my ass. But with the sounds of Bella’s laughter turning into moans, I really didn’t give a shit. The man was cutting into my Bella time with his insatiable libido. I mean, I loved him fiercely, but damn, he was so… old. Shouldn’t he be slowing down by now?
It was kind of creepy, if you asked me. Like Bella was slipping Viagra into his food or something.
Hmm. Some investigation may be in order.
This is an outtake I did for Fics For Nashville. I put both of my other stories aside this week to get this out, and I have to say, even though I'm crazy nervous about being spotlighted with all these amazing authors, I'm excited about it!
A little info for those who haven't donated yet. $5 gets you outtakes from over 150 authors on 6/5 and proceeds will go to help relieve the flood victims in Nashville. I hold this dear to my heart because I live so close to Nashville and have friends who live there who suffered damage from the flash floods.
http://community.livejournal.com/ficsfornash/474.html
So the outtake... It takes place in the future, but will NOT effect the storyline of TMWCBM. It's set just before Bella and Edward move. There are a few things that you might notice when you read it and everything that I skirted around in the outtake will be answered in the actual story. Eventually.
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Samson's POV
“Good morning,” Edward said pleasantly, handing Bella a mug of coffee.
“Morning. You have a busy day today,” she replied, grinning back. “A photo shoot, two magazine interviews, a meeting over at King Pictures, and a date with Ellen.”
He smiled persuasively at her. “Can’t you cancel everything so I can stay here with you?”
“No,” she laughed.
“No?” He nuzzled her neck. “I don’t particularly care for that answer, love. Anything I can do to convince you otherwise?”
“As your wife? Yes. As your agent? No.” She weaseled out of his arms. “Now, go get ready so that you’re not late. I don’t want to get a phone call from some disgruntled photographer demanding to know where you are.”
He rolled his eyes. “All right, but you need to take Samson to the groomer’s for me.”
My ears perked up. I got to spend the day with Bella?
“What?” Her eyes darted over to me, and I stood up, panting expectantly. “Why?”
“He has an appointment, that’s why,” Edward responded on a chuckle. “He’s shedding everywhere.”
I huffed indignantly. Like I could help that shit.
“Oh, but… the dog… in my car? Really?” she pouted.
“Take the Range Rover,” he said simply.
“Why can’t you just take him in the shower with you?”
If I could have scrunched my nose up any more than it already was I would’ve. Edward’s nakedness all up in my face. No fucking thanks.
I was starting to reconsider my stance on Bella’s intelligence a little. Two male beings, trapped in a shower naked together does not a good time make.
Not to me, anyway.
“I don’t have time. Nor do I want to leave a mess on the housekeeper.” He slid his arms around her waist again. “Come on, baby, I’ll make it up to you tonight,” he wheedled.
She seemed to seriously be weighing her options here.
Oh, come on! I’m not that bad!
“Promise?” she finally asked with a sly smile.
He nodded and bent to kiss her. This was my cue to turn away.
I trotted out of the kitchen and into the living room, jumping up on the couch and making myself comfortable, even though I knew if Edward caught me, he’d have my ass. But with the sounds of Bella’s laughter turning into moans, I really didn’t give a shit. The man was cutting into my Bella time with his insatiable libido. I mean, I loved him fiercely, but damn, he was so… old. Shouldn’t he be slowing down by now?
It was kind of creepy, if you asked me. Like Bella was slipping Viagra into his food or something.
Hmm. Some investigation may be in order.
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