Okay y'all! I'm here to bring you a fantastic fic rec tonight and then tomorrow night, I hope you'll join me and learn a little more about the awesome author of this fic in the interview I did for Saturday Sit-Down!
The rec for this week is called For the Love on an Angel and it's a drabble fic with a concept I haven't read in a fic before. Jasper and Edward were heading for their honeymoon when there was a terrible accident and Edward died. Edward doesn't understand what happens until he's being taken away and having the rules explained to him. He's now an angel and more importantly, he's now Jasper's guardian angel.
He gets to see Jasper and he knows that Jasper is going to be going through something that he will need Edward to help him get through but neither of them will know until the time comes.
It's chock full of emotion and sad times, utter heart break and pure devastation on the part of the two boys who shared a love so pure it transcends life or death and can still be felt in the after life!
Jaydogrut does an amazing job of portraying raw emotion and the toll it's taking on all of the characters. Jasper has a chance to share his story and there are a few twists and turns so far that will leaving you wanting more!
Enter Emmett, who is like Edward's angel guide and he also acts as a bit of comic relief in a story full of so much anticipation and need.
I love this story so much and I think you are going to love it just as much!! Take a chance and show it some love! And don't foget to come back tomorrow for a great time with the fabulous author!!
Until then, y'all!
xoxo
Mel
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Friday, September 16, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Friday Night Slash: @SlashBackslash3 contest
Hey everyone! This week I'm bringing you to the mothership of slash! The Slash Backslash 3.0 contest is back and has a ton of great slash stories!
There's human slash, vamp slash, a mixture of the two, funny slash, serious slash, sad slash, there's so much for you to check out and the pairings are out of this world awesome!
You have your normal E/J and E/C slash, but there's also, Jacob/Edward, Seth/Carlisle, Emmett/Jasper, Emmett/Jacob, and even a Charlie/Carlisle!
There's Riley slash, Garrett slash, James slash, Embry slash, I mean there is SLASH SLASH EVERYWHERE!
You will be amazed at the amount of slash and it's all great stuff! It's against the rules to rec any one specific story before the contest is over and I don't want to get any disqualified, but the contest as a whole is fair game and I'm trying to bring as much attention to it as possible!
You'll find your favorite slash authors submissions along with some authors who are writing their very first slash story!
No matter what it is that you like, there is something for everyone and I can't wait for you all to read them and find something you love!
Head on over to the Slash Backslash 3.0 c2 and since the deadline for submissions isn't until monday, why not try your hand at writing some slash this weekend and get your entry in there! We LOVE slash don't we? And we are always looking for more!!
Until next week my lovely slash h00rs,
xoxo
Mel
There's human slash, vamp slash, a mixture of the two, funny slash, serious slash, sad slash, there's so much for you to check out and the pairings are out of this world awesome!
You have your normal E/J and E/C slash, but there's also, Jacob/Edward, Seth/Carlisle, Emmett/Jasper, Emmett/Jacob, and even a Charlie/Carlisle!
There's Riley slash, Garrett slash, James slash, Embry slash, I mean there is SLASH SLASH EVERYWHERE!
You will be amazed at the amount of slash and it's all great stuff! It's against the rules to rec any one specific story before the contest is over and I don't want to get any disqualified, but the contest as a whole is fair game and I'm trying to bring as much attention to it as possible!
You'll find your favorite slash authors submissions along with some authors who are writing their very first slash story!
No matter what it is that you like, there is something for everyone and I can't wait for you all to read them and find something you love!
Head on over to the Slash Backslash 3.0 c2 and since the deadline for submissions isn't until monday, why not try your hand at writing some slash this weekend and get your entry in there! We LOVE slash don't we? And we are always looking for more!!
Until next week my lovely slash h00rs,
xoxo
Mel
Friday, August 5, 2011
Friday Night Slash featuring Slashifyed
This week I am so, so, sooooooooooooo excited for rec that I’m am doing! You know what they say about doubling the pleasure, doubling the fun right? Well, I believe it’s more like double the genius, double the talent when it comes to the collab team who call themselves Slashifyed which consists of the individual talent of the fabulous Bbebar and the amazing UNF4Rob.
Together, these uniquely talented women have brought their versions of Jasper and Edward to us in a set of drabble fics that once you start, you can’t stop.
The first one was called Awake Our Soul and it was fantastic. Bbebar brings us the story behind Jasper which lets Unfie bring us Edward’s tale. The two boys have been apart for a long time and at the beginning of the story, Jasper is playing a gig at a bar or a club and Edward is there. Before he can see really see who he is, Jasper is affected by Edward just being there. This is the story of two boys who have a past and a current need for each other. You aren’t sure what happened in the past just that they hurt each other.
It’s full of passion and love and sexy times and it leaves you with questions that are yet to be answered…
This is where Sigh No More comes into the picture. It’s the sequel to Awake Our Soul and the boys have a lot to work out. They both feel like what happened in the past is their own individual fault and we finally get some answers as to what happened and the boys finally begin to believe that they can be together without hurting each other.
When they finally come to that realization it hits them so hard and their need, passion, and undying love for each other come together with such force that you can’t stop reading no matter how hard you try, and luckily for you, you don’t have to!
Both stories are complete and since it’s a drabble fic, each chapter contains both POV’s and each POV is about 100 words a piece.
Be prepared to get your heart broken for the boys and have it put back together again! Also, put these two on author alert because they have promised the prequel to the series is coming soon where we get firsthand look at what happened before the current stories!
I am so excited so take a chance and I know you’ll love these two as much as I do!
Tune in tomorrow for Saturday Sit Down and get to know these two a little better!
I’ll be back next week with a new rec for you all!
Until then, I’m out!
Mel
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Friday Night Slash: Carpe Diem by @Tiffnificent
Okay y'all... I must start off by apologizing for missing last week's post but I have a very good excuse!
I was being worked to death last week and didn't have time for any sort of fan fiction extracuriculars :( Yes I know, poor me right? Anyway, I'm back this week and I have a treat for you!
Tonight's rec is Carpe Diem by @Tiffnificent and it's a three-some fic.
Bella sits in a cafe day after day at lunch oggling the hot guy in the corner of the place. She wants him in a bad way but can never seem to get up the courage to talk to him. It seems as though he wants her just as bad but he's as chicken as she is.
Then one night Rose drags Bella out dancing and she gets hit on by a couple of losers before our sexy Jasper approaches her, charms her off her feet and tells her that he and his boyfriend would like for her to join them at their table.
She is confused as to why until she walks to their table where she sees that it's Cafe Guy! The one she ogles everyday and has dreams about all the time.
It turns out Jasper is gay but Edward is definitely bi and for his birthday, Jasper is giving him one night with the girl he can't seem to get out of his head.
You are going to have to read on to find out what incredibly, ridiculously hot things happen when Bella decides to seize the day and just go with it. Believe me, you are gonna need a change of panties when it's over because not only does this include het sex, but it also has the slashy goodness we all enjoy!
Shall we take a peak into this gem?
XXXXXX
I was fed up with all of the predictable shit. The corny lines, the cheesy clothes, the desperate vibes...
"Hey, darlin'."
His voice was low, raspy and playful, tinged with a Southern accent. I decided to ignore him, not bothering to look up, instead choosing to take a sip of my drink.
"You here alone?"
Go away.
"Nope."
It was true, I wasn't alone. And when Rose decided to skip her happy ass back over here, she was gonna get an earful.
He sat on the stool beside me, leaning in closer so he could be heard over the music. "What's your name, sugar?"
"Bella." I was uninterested and my voice conveyed just that.
Here it comes...
"Bella? Isn't that Italian for... fart-knocker?"
I barked out an obnoxiously loud laugh, turning to face the joker with a wide smile, thankful for the break in monotony.
"Yes, that's exactly what it stands for! Fluent in Italian, are we?"
"How could you tell?"
"Just a guess." I grinned.
I looked him up and down—all the way down, and wasn't shy about it. Good God, he was gorgeous. Long legs, lean, blond hair, blue eyes, a beautiful smile, dimples.
Swoon.
His shirt clung to his body, showcasing the toned details of his stomach and restrained strength of his arms. The jeans he wore hung low on his narrow hips, and judging by the bulge in those Wranglers, he was definitely packing.
Oh, yes.
His smile widened when he realized exactly what had caught my attention and I shrugged unapologetically while I imagined myself fucking him senseless right there on his barstool.
"So, Miss Bella, are you really here with someone or were you just story tellin'?"
Yeah, definitely Southern.
"Honestly? I'm here with my girlfriend, but she ditched me."
His brow rose. "Oh? Girlfriend, girlfriend? Or just a friend, girlfriend?"
I bit my lip, averting my gaze as I thought of Rose's tongue and all of the wicked things it could do. "Just a friend."
He smirked. "Are you tellin' stories again, Miss Bella?"
"Maybe, maybe not." This guy was fun. And ridiculously hot. Couldn't forget that.
He grabbed my hand, smiling as he shook it. "My name's Jasper."
"Jasper," I smirked. "It suits you."
It didn't escape my notice that either of us had yet to let go.
"Listen, Miss Bella, my boyfriend and I were wondering if you'd like to come sit with us. Our table's right over there."
He pointed to the table but I was too dumbfounded to look.
Boyfriend?
"Boyfriend?"
What the hell? Was I just imagining the flirtatious banter?
"Yeah, sugar, as in, boyfriend, boyfriend." He teased, but I wasn't laughing.
"He's a little intimidated," Jasper continued, sobering up when he noticed my serious expression. "So, he was afraid to come over himself."
Honestly, I was getting a little perturbed. I'd definitely thought I was gonna get some but I was obviously mistaken.
"Why would two gay guys want me, a girl, to sit with them?"
"Well, I'm gay. He's bi," he clarified. "And we'd like the company of a beautiful lady tonight."
"Oh." Fair enough, I guess.
"So whaddaya say?"
The barstool was getting pretty uncomfortable. And Rose's punk ass probably ran off with that short girl she'd had her eyes on when we first came in the place, so I doubted she'd be back any time soon. Skanch.
Besides, what harm could sitting with a few harmless guys be? And flirting with the gays was always fun.
How pathetic. Making half-assed excuses to spend my night with two men who had no interest in me.
I downed the rest of my drink. "Let's go."
XXXXXX
So whaddya think? That's the setup for a pretty fucking interesting night, don't you think?
Alright so go ahead and have a read and don't forget to leave her some lovin'!
Tune in tomorrow night where we will learn more about the girl behind the fic and I promise you 'll love her nearly as much as I do... I say nearly because no one can match my love for this girl!
Until next week,
JasperLuver48
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Friday Night Slash: Homophobe by YouarenotMe
Hey y'all... this week I've got a great fic to rec you all with an incredibly odd pairing. The story is called Homophobe by YouarenotMe and I am in love.
The main character is Mike and I think that's awesome because Mike gets a lot of hate in the fandom and I don't think he's so bad. Mike is a superstart in Forks... he's the best at everything he does, popular, good looking, the whole package except that he lets Eric do homosexual things to him even though he is disgusted by himself afterward and swears he can't be gay
He pushes himself so hard to be the best football player he can be and no matter how hard he works, his dad pushes him harder and is so mean to him. His dad is a Grade-A douchebag and not only is he emotionally abusive but he's also physical about it.
Mike is going through so much more than any high school senior should have to go through and he's handling it like a hamp. Then there's Edward and Jasper who have Mike in a frenzy; he's so attracted to them he can't stand it.
There's so much going on in this story and I think you'll love it if you give it a chance, although it's quite angsty and you may need the tissues in a spot or two. The pairing is listed Mike/Edward for those who were wondering and I honestly can't wait to see where the author is heading with this!
Let's get a sneak peek into this fic shall we?
XXXXXX
With the beginning of school came my new routine. It would still involve dinner with my parents, a nightly run, and practicing out in the yard with my dad. It was getting late, so I grabbed my bags and headed home, making one pit-stop along the way.
I sent a text to both my parents, telling them that I'd stayed late and that I'd be home in a half hour.
The house was pretty average. It, along with most things in Forks, hadn't changed in all the years. I was wound up pretty tightly. My head was spinning because of my poor performance on the field today. I'd have to give a report to my father and I could only imagine what he'd have to say about it.
Ms. Yorkie let me in with a smile and I went up to Eric's room. I usually stopped by three or four times a week during the school year. Eric was smart and he was good at all things academic.
He smiled widely as he let me into his room. Looking over at his desk, books were open all over the place. We didn't have any homework, it was only the first day of class. He was a nerd; a dork, as evidenced by his sci-fi posters. Most guys would have half-naked chicks or sports figures on their wall. He had a life-sized cut-out of Anakin Skywalker.
"Hey, Mike," he greeted softly. It was the same every time.
"What are you working on?"
"SAT prep and getting a head start on the course work for the year. The senior reading list is quite advanced."
"I know," I said, casually, moving closer to his desk. "I'm half-way through it. What'd you think of The Portrait of Dorian Gray?"
"You mean The Picture of Dorian Gray?"
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."
"I thought it was—"
I didn't give a shit what he thought about it. We both knew why I was really here. "I thought it was gay," I said, cutting him off.
"Well, Oscar Wilde was—"
"Shut the fuck up, Eric," I demanded softly, my hands moving to the fly of my jeans. For a moment, there was a hurt look that passed over his features, but then it shifted as soon as my pants were unbuttoned and my hard dick was pushing out against the fabric of my boxer-briefs.
He was on his knees before me, tugging my pants and underwear down my hips before enveloping my dick with his mouth.
Eric liked doing this for me. It felt fantastic. He'd gotten really good at giving head over the past year. He did this thing where he hummed as I fucked his mouth. The vibrations traveled up my spine and his fingers played with my balls as the head of my cock met the back of his throat. He gagged, but not nearly as much as he
used to.
And he fucking swallowed my entire load.
Afterwards, I tucked myself back in, but didn't look at him. Like always, things were awkward and after a while, he asked, "How was practice?"
"It was shit," I answered.
"You don't have to tell your dad, you know? He'll never know how you did."
"Shut the fuck up, Eric," I said, not really putting much feeling behind the sentiment. "He and Coach are buddies. He'll fucking know if I don't tell him exactly what happened." I moved to his desk again and picked up his prep book. "You taking in it October?"
"Yeah."
"Me too."
"Hey, Mike," he started cautiously and I felt my insides tighten. "Do you think maybe next time…maybe next time you could—"
There was no need to hear him out. "No." My voice was strong and disgusted. "I'm not gonna stick my dick in your ass, homo." He looked so bewildered, but I wasn't going to entertain the thought. "I'm not gay, Eric."
XXXXXX
Wow, instense right? Yeah, it really really is, but it's so worth the read! So take a chance and head over to the fic and get started, you won't regret it!
I'll be back next week, same time, same place with a new rec for you all!
-JasperLuver48
The main character is Mike and I think that's awesome because Mike gets a lot of hate in the fandom and I don't think he's so bad. Mike is a superstart in Forks... he's the best at everything he does, popular, good looking, the whole package except that he lets Eric do homosexual things to him even though he is disgusted by himself afterward and swears he can't be gay
He pushes himself so hard to be the best football player he can be and no matter how hard he works, his dad pushes him harder and is so mean to him. His dad is a Grade-A douchebag and not only is he emotionally abusive but he's also physical about it.
Mike is going through so much more than any high school senior should have to go through and he's handling it like a hamp. Then there's Edward and Jasper who have Mike in a frenzy; he's so attracted to them he can't stand it.
There's so much going on in this story and I think you'll love it if you give it a chance, although it's quite angsty and you may need the tissues in a spot or two. The pairing is listed Mike/Edward for those who were wondering and I honestly can't wait to see where the author is heading with this!
Let's get a sneak peek into this fic shall we?
XXXXXX
With the beginning of school came my new routine. It would still involve dinner with my parents, a nightly run, and practicing out in the yard with my dad. It was getting late, so I grabbed my bags and headed home, making one pit-stop along the way.
I sent a text to both my parents, telling them that I'd stayed late and that I'd be home in a half hour.
The house was pretty average. It, along with most things in Forks, hadn't changed in all the years. I was wound up pretty tightly. My head was spinning because of my poor performance on the field today. I'd have to give a report to my father and I could only imagine what he'd have to say about it.
Ms. Yorkie let me in with a smile and I went up to Eric's room. I usually stopped by three or four times a week during the school year. Eric was smart and he was good at all things academic.
He smiled widely as he let me into his room. Looking over at his desk, books were open all over the place. We didn't have any homework, it was only the first day of class. He was a nerd; a dork, as evidenced by his sci-fi posters. Most guys would have half-naked chicks or sports figures on their wall. He had a life-sized cut-out of Anakin Skywalker.
"Hey, Mike," he greeted softly. It was the same every time.
"What are you working on?"
"SAT prep and getting a head start on the course work for the year. The senior reading list is quite advanced."
"I know," I said, casually, moving closer to his desk. "I'm half-way through it. What'd you think of The Portrait of Dorian Gray?"
"You mean The Picture of Dorian Gray?"
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."
"I thought it was—"
I didn't give a shit what he thought about it. We both knew why I was really here. "I thought it was gay," I said, cutting him off.
"Well, Oscar Wilde was—"
"Shut the fuck up, Eric," I demanded softly, my hands moving to the fly of my jeans. For a moment, there was a hurt look that passed over his features, but then it shifted as soon as my pants were unbuttoned and my hard dick was pushing out against the fabric of my boxer-briefs.
He was on his knees before me, tugging my pants and underwear down my hips before enveloping my dick with his mouth.
Eric liked doing this for me. It felt fantastic. He'd gotten really good at giving head over the past year. He did this thing where he hummed as I fucked his mouth. The vibrations traveled up my spine and his fingers played with my balls as the head of my cock met the back of his throat. He gagged, but not nearly as much as he
used to.
And he fucking swallowed my entire load.
Afterwards, I tucked myself back in, but didn't look at him. Like always, things were awkward and after a while, he asked, "How was practice?"
"It was shit," I answered.
"You don't have to tell your dad, you know? He'll never know how you did."
"Shut the fuck up, Eric," I said, not really putting much feeling behind the sentiment. "He and Coach are buddies. He'll fucking know if I don't tell him exactly what happened." I moved to his desk again and picked up his prep book. "You taking in it October?"
"Yeah."
"Me too."
"Hey, Mike," he started cautiously and I felt my insides tighten. "Do you think maybe next time…maybe next time you could—"
There was no need to hear him out. "No." My voice was strong and disgusted. "I'm not gonna stick my dick in your ass, homo." He looked so bewildered, but I wasn't going to entertain the thought. "I'm not gay, Eric."
XXXXXX
Wow, instense right? Yeah, it really really is, but it's so worth the read! So take a chance and head over to the fic and get started, you won't regret it!
I'll be back next week, same time, same place with a new rec for you all!
-JasperLuver48
Friday, July 1, 2011
Friday Night Slash: Untitled by @h0rniekittenz
It's the end of the week already and I'd like to welcome you back to our little dose of Friday Night Slash!
This week I am recc'ing a very very promising little fic I have in my updates. It's Untitled by aavery and it's a Carlisle/Edward slash featuring a Daddy sort of kink that has always intruigued me.
Carlisle is an older man in a relationship with a much younger Edward (who is of age to consent and is in no way related to Carlisle.) The idea is that Edward likes the daddy influence in his life and Carlisle likes to take care of his boy.
This won't be everyone's cup of tea but it definitely fits the bill if you like a little kink in your slash and I'm here to rec a little bit of everything to you.
We are only four chapters into the story and I feel like the story could use a little bit more lovin' from the fine folks in the Twi-fandom. They are shorter chapters but packed full of content sure to please!
Let's have a peek into the first chapter shall we?
"Daddy," Edward whispered, shaking the sleeping man next to him, "Daddy." He whispered again, shaking his shoulder a bit hard.
"Mmm, what?" Carlisle mumbled still very much asleep.
"I can't sleep." He whispered.
"What time is it?" Carlisle mumbled again.
"Three in the morning."
Carlisle could hear his sheepish tone. "And you decide to wake me now."
The young boy scooted closer to Carlisle, wrapping his arms around his toned stomach "I'm sorry, daddy."
He sighed; Carlisle could never be upset at Edward no matter what he did, and especially when he called him daddy. "Its fine, baby."
Edward laid there in silence and when Carlisle looked over to see him settled he closed his eyes and hoped sleep would come fast.
"Daddy…" Edward whispered once again, "fuck me."
Does that intrigue you at all? Yes? Well alright then! Go on ahead and have a look, I'm sure you won't regret it.
I'll be back next week with another promising fic for you all to check out so until then, enjoy!
xoxo
Mel
This week I am recc'ing a very very promising little fic I have in my updates. It's Untitled by aavery and it's a Carlisle/Edward slash featuring a Daddy sort of kink that has always intruigued me.
Carlisle is an older man in a relationship with a much younger Edward (who is of age to consent and is in no way related to Carlisle.) The idea is that Edward likes the daddy influence in his life and Carlisle likes to take care of his boy.
This won't be everyone's cup of tea but it definitely fits the bill if you like a little kink in your slash and I'm here to rec a little bit of everything to you.
We are only four chapters into the story and I feel like the story could use a little bit more lovin' from the fine folks in the Twi-fandom. They are shorter chapters but packed full of content sure to please!
Let's have a peek into the first chapter shall we?
"Daddy," Edward whispered, shaking the sleeping man next to him, "Daddy." He whispered again, shaking his shoulder a bit hard.
"Mmm, what?" Carlisle mumbled still very much asleep.
"I can't sleep." He whispered.
"What time is it?" Carlisle mumbled again.
"Three in the morning."
Carlisle could hear his sheepish tone. "And you decide to wake me now."
The young boy scooted closer to Carlisle, wrapping his arms around his toned stomach "I'm sorry, daddy."
He sighed; Carlisle could never be upset at Edward no matter what he did, and especially when he called him daddy. "Its fine, baby."
Edward laid there in silence and when Carlisle looked over to see him settled he closed his eyes and hoped sleep would come fast.
"Daddy…" Edward whispered once again, "fuck me."
Does that intrigue you at all? Yes? Well alright then! Go on ahead and have a look, I'm sure you won't regret it.
I'll be back next week with another promising fic for you all to check out so until then, enjoy!
xoxo
Mel
Friday, June 24, 2011
Friday Night Slash: Blush and Bashful by @DCC_HHN
Okay y'all, this week I'm bringing out a classic. It's been a while since this story has completed and when I read it, I wasn't aware of how awesome the author truly is. HHN has become a truly awesome friend of mine via twitter and one day I was checking out his profile when I realized that he was the author of Blush & Bashful, which is the story I'm recc'ing today.
It's a fantastic story set in high school scenario. Jasper is the new kid and he's immediately attracted to both Jacob and Edward. Jacob and Edward HATE each other and it's widely known.
Jasper ends up going out with Jacob but he's still very much attracted to Edward. You find out that there is a history between the two boys but you're not quite sure what.
I swear to everything that's Holy in this world, you will love this fic. It's full of fucking WIN and HHN has a writing style that pulls you in and keeps you interested the whole time. I personally can't wait until he finishes the projects he's working on now because I crave more from him and I think you will too.
Why don't we take a glimpse into the first chapter of B&B:
The teacher came to the front of the room, announced himself as Mr. Mason, and called the class to order. He talked as he passed out the books and syllabi. By the time he did roll call, I actually started to remember a few more of the names of my classmates other than the two hotties I already knew.
Mr. Mason actually tried to teach a little bit on the first day of class. He did some refresher problems that were from Algebra II, which I had no problem with so I didn't pay close attention. Instead I found my eyes wandering back and forth between the two gorgeous boys in my class, trying to decide who was more beautiful. To the right there was Jacob Black, the dark, beautiful Native American tribal god. To the left there was Edward Cullen, the pale, gorgeous god from Greek mythology. Both of these boys truly were gods walking among mortals. I looked over each of their faces and their bodies trying to take in every detail and scanning for any possible physical faults each might have, coming up empty. After almost an hour of contemplation, I couldn't come to a conclusion as to who was better looking. They were both equally, but distinctively beautiful.
Once again, I think Angela caught me gawking at the boys, causing me to blush furiously. I tried to pay attention to what was going on, but that was a losing battle with those two sitting in here. By the time the bell rang, my "little problem" hadn't subsided one bit since the last hour. Contact a doctor if you have an erection lasting over four hour' I remembered from that one boner pill commercial with that ugly, grinning idiot.
Once again, I had to strategically place my books in front of my jeans. As I got up and before I could get my books securely in place, I noticed Edward Cullen had glanced back at me. He then quickly looked away from me while shaking his head back and forth and his shoulders shaking like he was silently laughing. Fuck me running up hill and sideways! Now I truly am fucking mortified. Edward Cullen, the god that he is, had caught me with a boner not once, but twice! This guy is totally going to think I am a grade-A pervert with body control issues. I wonder if he realizes that he's partly to blame for my condition.
Angela hung back again, waiting for me. It turned out we were in the same class again next hour, Honors English. During our walk, I tried not to think about either of the hotties that made my unit want to stand up and say "hi." We made small talk on the way to our next class, but it was nothing significant. I'll be damned! I thought when we walked into the class. This class held the exact same people as the previous two, not to mention they were all sitting in nearly the same positions again. I was flushed scarlet as I walked past Edward Cullen yet again who was grinning and staring forward as I walked by. Finally the curiosity was killing me.
"These are the same people that have been in both of our other classes," I finally muttered to Angela as we took our seats in essentially the same position as the previous two classes.
"Yeah, we're kind of known as the Junior Class Honors Family, although the word 'family' might be pushing it a little," she whispered as she glanced left to right. "All eleven of us, well twelve of us now," she corrected herself looking at me, "are in the advanced placement program. We have all been in the same classes since freshman year." I wondered what the "family" issue meant. Maybe I was right with my assessment that the class was clearly divided.
"Um, I kind of noticed that the same people always sit together. These guys are always on the left side of the room," I said as I gestured with my hands, "and these guys are always on the right. It's like the class is divided into two separate, distinct groups."
She nodded at my assessment, eagerly bringing her head closer to me. "That's because there really are two separate groups in our 'family'," she whispered, doing the double quotation marks with her fingers. "That's because everyone in this class, apart from Eric Yorkie, myself, and now you I guess, is on either 'Team Edward' or 'Team Jacob'," she said, doing the finger quotes again.
Now my curiosity was raging. "Team Edward and Team Jacob?" I whispered to her, intently moving our heads even closer. There was obviously a story behind this and being the closet Drama Queen that I am, I couldn't wait for the dish.
"Yeah, Jacob Black and Edward Cullen do not like each other," she continued, emphasizing the word not. "Actually, hate might be a better description. There's been bad blood between them since we were in junior high, though nobody really knows why. But it's definitely there. They're both terribly competitive in everything they do, always trying to out-do the other. They also both have electrifying personalities which has caused everyone in the program to gravitate toward one of them or the other. Well, like I said, other than Eric Yorkie, because neither side really wants him on their team; you because, well, you're too new to know any better; and me, because I don't want to get myself wrapped up in all of that and I truly like both guys and almost everyone else here." I thought back to her reaction over the Chemistry partnering and immediately figured out who was excluded by that almost. "I like to think of myself as 'Team Switzerland.'"
"I might have to join you on Team Switzerland, if you don't mind," I whispered, smiling coyly to her. "I'm not sure I want to get myself wrapped up in whatever bullshit is going on with those two."
"Sure, you can be on my team. I'm sick of being on a team by myself."
"What about the other guy…Eric? Is he on Team Switzerland?" I whispered even more quietly since he was sitting right in front of her.
She laughed and shook her head. "No, I don't want him on my team either," she mouthed to me and winked. I couldn't help but chuckle. Poor kid didn't fit in anywhere.
The rest of English went by pretty quickly. The reading list was pretty much what I was expecting, including Hamlet, The Grapes of Wrath, The Crucible, and The Great Gatsby. It was nice that I actually managed to concentrate on class which helped out my other "condition." Well, at least I wasn't going to have to call my doctor.
Alright folks, there you have it! He's funny, he's amazing, and he refuses to believe that he has as much talent he actually has. I would like to rectify that and with your help, I think we can convince him! Anyway, he did me a favor and filled out our little Saturday Sit Down interview, so tune in tomorrow and get to know him just a little better!
I'll be back next week with a new rec, so until then, please enjoy!
xoxo
Mel
It's a fantastic story set in high school scenario. Jasper is the new kid and he's immediately attracted to both Jacob and Edward. Jacob and Edward HATE each other and it's widely known.
Jasper ends up going out with Jacob but he's still very much attracted to Edward. You find out that there is a history between the two boys but you're not quite sure what.
I swear to everything that's Holy in this world, you will love this fic. It's full of fucking WIN and HHN has a writing style that pulls you in and keeps you interested the whole time. I personally can't wait until he finishes the projects he's working on now because I crave more from him and I think you will too.
Why don't we take a glimpse into the first chapter of B&B:
The teacher came to the front of the room, announced himself as Mr. Mason, and called the class to order. He talked as he passed out the books and syllabi. By the time he did roll call, I actually started to remember a few more of the names of my classmates other than the two hotties I already knew.
Mr. Mason actually tried to teach a little bit on the first day of class. He did some refresher problems that were from Algebra II, which I had no problem with so I didn't pay close attention. Instead I found my eyes wandering back and forth between the two gorgeous boys in my class, trying to decide who was more beautiful. To the right there was Jacob Black, the dark, beautiful Native American tribal god. To the left there was Edward Cullen, the pale, gorgeous god from Greek mythology. Both of these boys truly were gods walking among mortals. I looked over each of their faces and their bodies trying to take in every detail and scanning for any possible physical faults each might have, coming up empty. After almost an hour of contemplation, I couldn't come to a conclusion as to who was better looking. They were both equally, but distinctively beautiful.
Once again, I think Angela caught me gawking at the boys, causing me to blush furiously. I tried to pay attention to what was going on, but that was a losing battle with those two sitting in here. By the time the bell rang, my "little problem" hadn't subsided one bit since the last hour. Contact a doctor if you have an erection lasting over four hour' I remembered from that one boner pill commercial with that ugly, grinning idiot.
Once again, I had to strategically place my books in front of my jeans. As I got up and before I could get my books securely in place, I noticed Edward Cullen had glanced back at me. He then quickly looked away from me while shaking his head back and forth and his shoulders shaking like he was silently laughing. Fuck me running up hill and sideways! Now I truly am fucking mortified. Edward Cullen, the god that he is, had caught me with a boner not once, but twice! This guy is totally going to think I am a grade-A pervert with body control issues. I wonder if he realizes that he's partly to blame for my condition.
Angela hung back again, waiting for me. It turned out we were in the same class again next hour, Honors English. During our walk, I tried not to think about either of the hotties that made my unit want to stand up and say "hi." We made small talk on the way to our next class, but it was nothing significant. I'll be damned! I thought when we walked into the class. This class held the exact same people as the previous two, not to mention they were all sitting in nearly the same positions again. I was flushed scarlet as I walked past Edward Cullen yet again who was grinning and staring forward as I walked by. Finally the curiosity was killing me.
"These are the same people that have been in both of our other classes," I finally muttered to Angela as we took our seats in essentially the same position as the previous two classes.
"Yeah, we're kind of known as the Junior Class Honors Family, although the word 'family' might be pushing it a little," she whispered as she glanced left to right. "All eleven of us, well twelve of us now," she corrected herself looking at me, "are in the advanced placement program. We have all been in the same classes since freshman year." I wondered what the "family" issue meant. Maybe I was right with my assessment that the class was clearly divided.
"Um, I kind of noticed that the same people always sit together. These guys are always on the left side of the room," I said as I gestured with my hands, "and these guys are always on the right. It's like the class is divided into two separate, distinct groups."
She nodded at my assessment, eagerly bringing her head closer to me. "That's because there really are two separate groups in our 'family'," she whispered, doing the double quotation marks with her fingers. "That's because everyone in this class, apart from Eric Yorkie, myself, and now you I guess, is on either 'Team Edward' or 'Team Jacob'," she said, doing the finger quotes again.
Now my curiosity was raging. "Team Edward and Team Jacob?" I whispered to her, intently moving our heads even closer. There was obviously a story behind this and being the closet Drama Queen that I am, I couldn't wait for the dish.
"Yeah, Jacob Black and Edward Cullen do not like each other," she continued, emphasizing the word not. "Actually, hate might be a better description. There's been bad blood between them since we were in junior high, though nobody really knows why. But it's definitely there. They're both terribly competitive in everything they do, always trying to out-do the other. They also both have electrifying personalities which has caused everyone in the program to gravitate toward one of them or the other. Well, like I said, other than Eric Yorkie, because neither side really wants him on their team; you because, well, you're too new to know any better; and me, because I don't want to get myself wrapped up in all of that and I truly like both guys and almost everyone else here." I thought back to her reaction over the Chemistry partnering and immediately figured out who was excluded by that almost. "I like to think of myself as 'Team Switzerland.'"
"I might have to join you on Team Switzerland, if you don't mind," I whispered, smiling coyly to her. "I'm not sure I want to get myself wrapped up in whatever bullshit is going on with those two."
"Sure, you can be on my team. I'm sick of being on a team by myself."
"What about the other guy…Eric? Is he on Team Switzerland?" I whispered even more quietly since he was sitting right in front of her.
She laughed and shook her head. "No, I don't want him on my team either," she mouthed to me and winked. I couldn't help but chuckle. Poor kid didn't fit in anywhere.
The rest of English went by pretty quickly. The reading list was pretty much what I was expecting, including Hamlet, The Grapes of Wrath, The Crucible, and The Great Gatsby. It was nice that I actually managed to concentrate on class which helped out my other "condition." Well, at least I wasn't going to have to call my doctor.
Alright folks, there you have it! He's funny, he's amazing, and he refuses to believe that he has as much talent he actually has. I would like to rectify that and with your help, I think we can convince him! Anyway, he did me a favor and filled out our little Saturday Sit Down interview, so tune in tomorrow and get to know him just a little better!
I'll be back next week with a new rec, so until then, please enjoy!
xoxo
Mel
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday Night Slash: Too Much by @Tiffnificent & @Kitty_Cullen
Okay, y'all... I know it's not Friday anymore and I'm a total fail around here but I finally am able to get a rec up.
The other day I was tweeting and asking about this fic that I read a while ago and couldn't remember the title.. then a few days later I was perusing through Tiffaninichole's profile because I was planning on recc'ing one of her slash stories this week and WAAALAH! I found the fic I was looking for! It's called Too Much by tiffaninichole and Kitty Cullen-03 and it was their contribution to the Two is Better Than One Contest where they won Judge's Choice!
It's essentially about Edward who wakes up from a coma thinking that he just woke up from the night before but it's been like a month since his accident. Edward doesn't remember anything and his best friend Jasper is there by his side the whole time, anticipating his every need and being there more than his flaky wife.
He realizes that his marriage is kind of a sham, Rosalie doesn't seem to be too converned with him or his well being... she just cares about the appearance of things and trying to catch Edward up on the gossip he's missed. Then he starts having these dreams about him and Jasper...
Like sex dreams and he's completely freaked out. He goes to talk to Jasper about it and he finds out the details of his history with Jasper...
You really need to read this gem, because it's fantabulous and these two ladies are amazing authors! They suck you in and keep you enthralled and the ending of this piece is NOT what you'd expect, so take a chance and you won't be sorry!
Here's a sneak peek into the one-shot:
I didn't go back to bed that night, instead watching TV until it was a respectable hour to call someone. Digging out my phone, I dialed his number, not knowing what the fuck to say.
"Hey, Ed, what's up?" he answered, sounding chipper and sun-shiny.
Come to think of it, Jasper always seemed overly excited whenever I called him... but we were best friends, so that was normal.
Right?
"Can I come over? We need to talk," I blurted out, wasting no time with my request.
"Sure, man, uh, come on over."
We talked awkwardly for a few more minutes before hanging up and I immediately went out into the garage to get into my car.
It didn't take long before I was nervously wiping my palms on my jeans and knocking on his door.
"Hey, man. What's up?" His face was pinched with concern as I walked past him into the living room.
I swallowed thickly, not exactly sure how to proceed. "Did… uh… shit, I'm so fucking confused." I started pacing and roughly ran a hand through my hair. "Jas, I had this fucking dream, but it wasn't really a dream. I mean, I don't... I just can't shake it. It was so goddamned real, like it actually fucking happened. I don't even—that's crazy, right?" I laughed dryly.
I felt silly even bringing it up because the idea that that actually happened was fucking bananas. After a silence that lasted too long for my liking, I finally got up the nerve to look at him and felt the blood drain from my face.
His expression told me everything that I needed to know and my eyebrows rose to my hairline. "Please tell me you're joking." I choked.
"Is that all you remember?" His question threw me off.
"What? What does that mean?" I went back to pacing, trying to make sense of what was going on.
"I mean… is that the only thing you remember—that one time?" My head whipped in his direction at his implication.
"It happened more than once?" I staggered back a few steps, my knees almost giving out from under me. This couldn't be happening. What the fuck was going on?
"Edward," Jasper began, walking toward me with his hands up in surrender. "We've been in a relationship for years. But if it makes you feel any better, it wasn't… it wasn't just sex. It never was. I love you… and for a while there, you loved me too."
I fell onto the couch as his words assaulted me and he began pacing the floor with a fury I'd never seen ghosting his eyes.
"God, Edward, your wife treats you like shit! For Christ's sake, she was in salons, throwing shindigs, getting Botox, all while you were in a fuckin' coma!"
He stopped and kneeled in front of me, his eyes pleading as his hands rested on my knees. "What we had was good, Ed. Real good. You have no idea how hard it was when I realized that you'd forgotten everything we had."
I shot off the couch, crossing the room in three steps to get away from him. This was too much. Too fucking much.
"Jasper... I'm not gay." I felt ridiculous for even having to say the words, but from what he had just told me, I thought that minor detail needed a revisit.
He growled and was in my face in an instant, roughly grabbing my face as his eyes pierced into mine. We were both breathing harder than normal, the air charged and thick between us. Before I could say a word, his lips were pressed to mine, hard, needy, desperate. And for a second, I allowed myself to get lost in the way he felt. His chest against mine, his thigh settled between my legs, his hands clutching my shirt, his hot mouth absorbing my groan...
I pushed him away, backing against a wall, shaking my head with wide eyes. "I... I'm not fucking gay," I stuttered.
He curled his lip and took a step back. "You keep telling yourself that, Edward." He looked at me with narrowed eyes before turning and walking away, pushing the door of his bathroom open and slamming it behind him.
I guessed that meant the conversation was over.
The other day I was tweeting and asking about this fic that I read a while ago and couldn't remember the title.. then a few days later I was perusing through Tiffaninichole's profile because I was planning on recc'ing one of her slash stories this week and WAAALAH! I found the fic I was looking for! It's called Too Much by tiffaninichole and Kitty Cullen-03 and it was their contribution to the Two is Better Than One Contest where they won Judge's Choice!
It's essentially about Edward who wakes up from a coma thinking that he just woke up from the night before but it's been like a month since his accident. Edward doesn't remember anything and his best friend Jasper is there by his side the whole time, anticipating his every need and being there more than his flaky wife.
He realizes that his marriage is kind of a sham, Rosalie doesn't seem to be too converned with him or his well being... she just cares about the appearance of things and trying to catch Edward up on the gossip he's missed. Then he starts having these dreams about him and Jasper...
Like sex dreams and he's completely freaked out. He goes to talk to Jasper about it and he finds out the details of his history with Jasper...
You really need to read this gem, because it's fantabulous and these two ladies are amazing authors! They suck you in and keep you enthralled and the ending of this piece is NOT what you'd expect, so take a chance and you won't be sorry!
Here's a sneak peek into the one-shot:
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But after having that dream, I didn't think I could put it off any more.I didn't go back to bed that night, instead watching TV until it was a respectable hour to call someone. Digging out my phone, I dialed his number, not knowing what the fuck to say.
"Hey, Ed, what's up?" he answered, sounding chipper and sun-shiny.
Come to think of it, Jasper always seemed overly excited whenever I called him... but we were best friends, so that was normal.
Right?
"Can I come over? We need to talk," I blurted out, wasting no time with my request.
"Sure, man, uh, come on over."
We talked awkwardly for a few more minutes before hanging up and I immediately went out into the garage to get into my car.
It didn't take long before I was nervously wiping my palms on my jeans and knocking on his door.
"Hey, man. What's up?" His face was pinched with concern as I walked past him into the living room.
I swallowed thickly, not exactly sure how to proceed. "Did… uh… shit, I'm so fucking confused." I started pacing and roughly ran a hand through my hair. "Jas, I had this fucking dream, but it wasn't really a dream. I mean, I don't... I just can't shake it. It was so goddamned real, like it actually fucking happened. I don't even—that's crazy, right?" I laughed dryly.
I felt silly even bringing it up because the idea that that actually happened was fucking bananas. After a silence that lasted too long for my liking, I finally got up the nerve to look at him and felt the blood drain from my face.
His expression told me everything that I needed to know and my eyebrows rose to my hairline. "Please tell me you're joking." I choked.
"Is that all you remember?" His question threw me off.
"What? What does that mean?" I went back to pacing, trying to make sense of what was going on.
"I mean… is that the only thing you remember—that one time?" My head whipped in his direction at his implication.
"It happened more than once?" I staggered back a few steps, my knees almost giving out from under me. This couldn't be happening. What the fuck was going on?
"Edward," Jasper began, walking toward me with his hands up in surrender. "We've been in a relationship for years. But if it makes you feel any better, it wasn't… it wasn't just sex. It never was. I love you… and for a while there, you loved me too."
I fell onto the couch as his words assaulted me and he began pacing the floor with a fury I'd never seen ghosting his eyes.
"God, Edward, your wife treats you like shit! For Christ's sake, she was in salons, throwing shindigs, getting Botox, all while you were in a fuckin' coma!"
He stopped and kneeled in front of me, his eyes pleading as his hands rested on my knees. "What we had was good, Ed. Real good. You have no idea how hard it was when I realized that you'd forgotten everything we had."
I shot off the couch, crossing the room in three steps to get away from him. This was too much. Too fucking much.
"Jasper... I'm not gay." I felt ridiculous for even having to say the words, but from what he had just told me, I thought that minor detail needed a revisit.
He growled and was in my face in an instant, roughly grabbing my face as his eyes pierced into mine. We were both breathing harder than normal, the air charged and thick between us. Before I could say a word, his lips were pressed to mine, hard, needy, desperate. And for a second, I allowed myself to get lost in the way he felt. His chest against mine, his thigh settled between my legs, his hands clutching my shirt, his hot mouth absorbing my groan...
I pushed him away, backing against a wall, shaking my head with wide eyes. "I... I'm not fucking gay," I stuttered.
He curled his lip and took a step back. "You keep telling yourself that, Edward." He looked at me with narrowed eyes before turning and walking away, pushing the door of his bathroom open and slamming it behind him.
I guessed that meant the conversation was over.
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Good, huh? yeah I thought so too! So check it out and leave them some love!
I'm out y'all but I'll check back in next week!
xoxo
Mel
Friday, June 3, 2011
Friday Night Slash: I Slapped a Brat (and I Liked It) by @SingleStrand
Banner by the fabulous Tkegl!
Okay y'all, I'm back with another great edition of Friday Night Slash! This week, to go along with my Saturday Sit-Down interview with the fantastic SingleStrand, I'm giving you an in-depth peek into one of her fabulous fics, I Slapped a Brat And I Liked It!
It's a Carlisle/Riley fic written for the prompt SadTomato gave SingleStrand. It was: "Drama Queen Twink Riley, older Carlisle, slapping, fucking. Go."
And boy did she deliver! I love this Riley and the fact that Carlisle is so patient with him and loves him so unconditionally just makes it that much more special. Riley is quite the demanding, needy, self-centered boy here but when you get into it and realize why, you'll understand.
Carlisle, though he is twelve years older than Ri, feels a strong need to take care of him and loves him despite his insecurities.
Riley is being a whiner and complaining thru the whole dinner and Carlisle tries to destract him by asking him about his latest fantasty, Riley tells him he wants to be slapped. Carlisle doesn't know if he can do it but he wants to make Riley happy.
When they get home, the fucking ensues and so does the slapping. It's hot! It's not everyone's cup of tea but holy hell do I love it!
SingleStrand is awesome. And by awesome I mean wicked talented and completely genius! She's also the author of the Judge's Choice winner of the Dirty Talking Jasper Contest, Hard. Feel free to check that out also! I promise you won't be disappointed! It's Edward/Jasper/Riley three-some with some Garrett thrown in on the side! *heck yeah*
Now here's a peek into the beginning of I Slapped a Brat!
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"Riley, we came here because after a long stressful week at the hospital, I enjoy a bottle of wine and a good steak. It's once a week. Now, find something to eat without whining and please stop calling me Carly in public. You know how I feel about that." I give him a stern look over the tops of my reading glasses. Getting old is a bitch.
He huffs and grumbles something under his breath as he pulls the menu back up to hide his face.
"Riley. I said without whining." My patience is wearing thin.
"Fine. Carlisle." He's walking a very fine line this evening, and he knows it. Good thing I'm head over heels in love with him.
We met in my hospital. His father was in my care, not likely to recover from the injuries he sustained in a car accident, and we had called his next of kin. Riley had come to see him for the first time since he was fifteen, and for what would be the last time as well. He was such a wreck, my Riley, hating his father yet wanting to love him all at once. All I wanted to do in that moment was take him in my arms and hold him. To show him that he could be loved. So I did. He had molded his body to my own like he was meant to be there, like his mind knew we were supposed to be. Four years and lots of therapy later, I think he finally truly believes it.
And I'm patient with him when he digresses to this lost bratty boy, for lack of a better description. Because I love him.
We order our food - a medium rare steak and baked potato for me and a grilled chicken salad for him - and settle in with our wine.
"So, how was your day? Did you go to class?" Riley has been in college for as long as I've known him. I don't know that he'll ever actually graduate, but he works hard at a part time job too.
"Ugh. No. Can I just drop that art history lecture? Please? The professor is such a bitch, and I hate going. Please, Carly?" He tries to soften his voice as he pleads with me, but I stay firm.
"No. Absolutely not. And you better start going, or I'll make you pick up an extra shift at the library." At this, he straightens up a little in his seat. I know he likes to complain about the library, but secretly he takes pride in his work there. I don't know why he doesn't just declare a Library Science major and be done with it.
"Do you think I have time for another shift? I mean, I could always work Sundays, but you always say Sundays are only for us."
"As long as you continue going to school, which I strongly suggest you do, you don't have time for any more shifts. And you most certainly don't need the money right now, so please focus on classes. For me."
"Fine," he says, after a huge sigh. He takes a sip of his wine, and the whining begins again. "Why do we have to get red wine? It has so many more calories than white."
"It's better for you, and this one in particular pairs well with my steak. Now drink it, Riley, or ask for some ice water."
Our meal comes and after some more wine, we relax into our usual rhythm, but when I talk about a peculiar case at work for a few minutes, Riley looks up and interrupts me.
"New rule for our steakhouse dinner. No talk about work or school. We can talk weather, music, the news, anything but work or school. Think you can do it?" He's taunting me with his eyes, the little shit.
"Of course I can. And I'll make it even more interesting than pop culture. Why don't you tell me, in detail, about your latest fantasy." Riley has a vivid imagination, and he's constantly creating these little scenes he wants us to act out.
"Ohhhh, I see what you're doing. Trying to embarrass me out in public. I don't even care what these people think, Carly. You should know that. Hmm." He raises a thin arm and scratches the back of his neck as he thinks, and I know he's trying to come up with something on the fly.
'Well, I've been thinking a lot lately about you hitting me." There's a gleam in his eye, but for once I can't tell if it's a teasing gleam or an excited one.
"Jesus, Ri. Hitting you? I could never ..."
"No, silly. Not like, beating me. Just like, I don't know, we get in a really dramatic argument or something, and you slap me across the face, and then you feel bad, and I let you fuck me to make it up to me. The end." He looks so pleased with himself, I can't help but chuckle.
"Well. The rest of that I'm sure I can manage. I'll have to think about the slapping though. I don't want to hurt your pretty face, baby." He hates when I call him pretty, but surprisingly he doesn't let it get to him for once.
"Are you done? Can we go home yet? It's cold in here, and I need a blankie and some snuggles."
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Now, if you love it as much as I do, please take a moment to review and BEG her to write more! I want more and I'm sure you do too! Remember reviews are a way you can give back to the author!
Tune in tomorrow to read the fantastic interview with SingleStrand. You won't wanna miss it!
Until then lovlies...
xoxo
Mel
Friday, May 27, 2011
Friday Night Slash: The Path to Absolution by @rmhaleff
Hey peeps! It's Friday again which means it's time for another edition of Friday Night Slash!
Now anyone who knows me, knows that I am absolutely in love with rmhale and her work. She's fabulous and crazy talented and her stories are so amazing to read! She wrote this o/s called A Kiss Before I Say Goodbye which was a J/E story about how they were in love with each other but Edward felt a sense duty to his family and he ended up marrying Jessica. They spent one last night together and Edward left in the morning.
The Path to Absolution is about Edward's journey to get Jasper back. It's a Fandom Gives Back piece and it's amazing! I really really don't want to spoil any of this fabulous story for you but I can absolutely promise that you will love it! But basically Edward leaves his wife and goes off to search for Jasper and try to make his amends. Jasper isn't easy on Edward and makes him work for it... take my word for it! It's fabulous!
Until next week my favorite slash h00rs!
xoxo
Mel
Now anyone who knows me, knows that I am absolutely in love with rmhale and her work. She's fabulous and crazy talented and her stories are so amazing to read! She wrote this o/s called A Kiss Before I Say Goodbye which was a J/E story about how they were in love with each other but Edward felt a sense duty to his family and he ended up marrying Jessica. They spent one last night together and Edward left in the morning.
The Path to Absolution is about Edward's journey to get Jasper back. It's a Fandom Gives Back piece and it's amazing! I really really don't want to spoil any of this fabulous story for you but I can absolutely promise that you will love it! But basically Edward leaves his wife and goes off to search for Jasper and try to make his amends. Jasper isn't easy on Edward and makes him work for it... take my word for it! It's fabulous!
Until next week my favorite slash h00rs!
xoxo
Mel
Friday, May 20, 2011
Friday Night Slash: A Tale of Two Cities by @TruceOver
Boy time flies when you have a billion things a week to do, huh? Thank fuck for Friday Night Slash!
I was asking around to a couple of my trusty slash h00rs for some recs so I could give y’all the best and one of them (MizzHyde) mentioned a fic by TruceOver called A Tale of Two Cities…
Now mind you, I recc’d her a couple weeks ago here with her fic Sexurity Checkpoint, that hot little Riley/James airport fic, remember? Well I was hesitant to start at first because it’s sixteen chapters in and really I don’t have time to catch up on a long stories right now, but I trust my bitches and so I pulled up the first chapter, thinking if I read a few chapters a day I might be done with it in a week or so…
Three hours later I’m all caught up, I’ve missed my nap and I’m craving more! I devoured this fic and I am not-so-patiently waiting for another chapter!
Emmett owns a chain of sporting goods stores and makes a weekly trip to Seattle from Portland to run that branch. One day he runs right into the back of Edward and is instantly dazzled by him and immediately starts following him.
Coincidence has it, Edward ends up on the same flight as Emmett and he spends the whole thing trying to figure out how to talk to him… So much so that when he loses him getting off the plane he practically bowls over people to chase after him. He’s goes crazy stalker and follows him to his hotel, checks in there too and talks to him at the elevator, asking him to get a drink where Edward turns him down.
Talk about poor Emmett until you get to Edward’s POV a few chapters later and find out why he does it.
It’s a story about two boys and their journey together. How they come to be together and how they have to work to make it work. Each boy has some secrets but they seem to be a match made in Heaven!
There have been some bumps and curves along the way and it’s looking like there will be some more bumps to get over coming up in the next chapters but with any luck, they will end up together and happy, because if you read the story, you will see the connection and how they are willing to do almost anything for each other! It’s heartwarming and almost overwhelming at points, their connection to each other!
Here’s a sneak peek into the crazy the Em turns into during the first chapter when he goes stalker on Edward!
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I've lost him.
My heart sinks and I berate myself for not being smarter, for not making sure that we spoke again before he leaves. Out of the corner of my eye I see a shock of deep bronze hair poking out above the other people making their way towards ground transportation. I run after him, trying not to make a scene.
I reach the curb just as his cab drives away. I pause for just a moment, realizing that if I'm already acting this crazy I might as well go all the way.
I hop into the next cab with my bags and point towards the cab that Mr. Serious is in.
"I need you to follow that cab!" I yell as I lean forward, willing the driver to take off speeding.
Instead of moving the driver turns around and rolls his eyes in a what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you kind of way.
"Come on man!" I pull out my wallet and fling sixty bucks down on the seat next to him. He shrugs and shakes his head, but pulls away from the curb screeching.
I try to relax a bit more as we follow the other cab. At least he is in sight now. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and I realize that I had been too distracted to even turn it off for the short flight.
I groan, but answer the phone anyway – she won't give up.
"Rose," I snap into the phone.
"What the hell is your problem?" she yells back.
"I'm busy."
"Doing what?" she asks, and I can tell that she's curious.
"Being a crazy stalker." I might as well tell the truth, as my best friend she'll find out eventually.
"Who are you stalking?" she demands.
"A guy I met on the plane."
"Don't make me beat it out of you Emmett. Tell me everything."
I know there was no point in fighting it. My eyes remain fixed on the cab in front of me, never leaving the back of his head.
"I don't know his name. He's traveling for business. He has a nice phone and he has big feet."
I hear Rose's laugh coming out over the phone. "That's all you know? You don't even know his name? And you're stalking him?" Her laughter is so loud I have to hold the phone away from my ear.
"Be careful, Rose or you'll pee yourself," I bark back. I know that I'm acting crazy; I don't need Rose to give me a hard time about it.
I watch as the other cab pulls off the freeway and my cab follows.
"I gotta go."
"Don't get arrested you stalker."
"Very funny," I snap and end the call.
Both cabs pull up to the roundabout in front of a hotel. I pull out another twenty and threw it at the cab driver with mumbled thanks.
I follow the stranger as he goes up to the counter to check in. I do the same, letting the young man working there know that I don't have a reservation. At some point I feel his green eyes on me and I glance up just as I take my room key from the employee.
Mr. Serious gives me a curious look and walks towards the elevators, wearily looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
I move to stand next to him and grin.
"What a coincidence huh?" I smile my most innocent I-swear-I'm-not-crazy smile.
"Yeah..." he mutters as the doors open and we step on.
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Alrighty, there you have it! Don’t you love Emmett already? (I’ve been seriously craving some slashy Emmett these days and TruceOver and Conversed both helped me out in that fashion and I’ve got another great rec for you for next week!)
Well, that’s it my loves and I hope you enjoy! Please don’t forget to review!
Also, if you have a story you want to see recc’d on the blog, feel free to email me at mel.bookbytescorner@gmail.com and I’ll do my best to get it done!
Until next week my loves,
Xoxo
Mel
Friday, May 13, 2011
Friday Night Slash: Cinnamon & Vanilla by @PolkaDotMamaFF
Can it really be Friday again? Jesus almighty where does the time go?
Anyway, this week I’m reccing you a fabulously written one shot by PolkaDotMama called Cinnamon & Vanilla.
It’s an Edward/Jacob mostly canon fic. I saw it recc’d on twitter one day and since I absolutely love the writing style of PDM, of course I ran straight to the fic and devoured it.
Edward and Jacob become really good friends when Edward moves back to Forks, until something happens to Jacob and he and Edward discover what they truly are. They have a falling out for a while but eventually come back to each other.
Something happens that you would never expect and I have honestly never read another fic out there with this type of twist.
It’s original, fabulous and over-all amazing. I can’t tell you how much I loved it and I truly think you will too! You should honestly read it, even if it’s just to find out what this twist it! I promise you that as soon and you start reading it, you’ll fall madly in love and come running back to me thanking me profusely and bowing at my feet!
Here’s a sneak peek into the fic:
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Jacob walked to the edge of the cliff and peered into the sea below. Positive he was about to jump, I shifted my weight and a small twig cracked beneath my hiking boot. Jacob stilled, turning his ear in my direction and closing his eyes for a few moments. Then he turned to look my way. My camouflage behind the trees and distance must have kept me hidden, because he seemed to relax, possibly dismissing the sound as a woodland creature.When he stood again, I was startled. His peaceful meditation had relaxed me and I found myself lulled by his quietude. Pacing the flat rock he stood upon, Jacob seemed to be searching for something on the ground, but then he turned to face the ocean. With a burst of speed, he ran and jumped off the cliff, soaring in the air momentarily before he dropped.
Panic rose up in me, flooding me with worry and I was over to the cliff in seconds, peering over the edge.
Jacob was nowhere to be seen, the white, frothy waves distorting my view. He was still under water. I waited, counting the seconds to see if he'd emerge, debating how long he could survive before I needed to leap. When his head broke the surface, I released a relieved breath.
"Whoo!" he hollered, joy evident in his voice as he swam toward a craggy outcrop and started scaling the cliff with his bare hands and feet.
I worried that I should retreat to my hiding place, but my feet seemed to be stuck, my eyes unwilling to leave his beautiful body as he climbed. He caught my eye just as he neared the top and gave me a radiant smile.
Shivering, he looked to where the sun should have been and then back to me. "I thought I felt someone's eyes on me. How long have you been watchin'?" he asked with no malice in his tone.
"A while," I admitted with a shrug. "Before your friends left."
"Ah. I'm Jacob."
"Hi, Jacob. I...I'm Edward," I stammered, still feeling a bit off kilter. "I'm new here, to Forks, and I heard about...well, about this," I said as I gestured to the cliff.
"All the Quileute boys cliff dive. It's a right of passage, I 'spose you could say."
I watched him as he spoke, telling me about his tribe, the land and their interconnectedness, explaining why it was so important for the young men to use the land to show their bravery, yet respect it and recognize its dangers.
While I listened, I paid close attention to how his full lips drew together when he said his "o's" and the pearly flash of teeth when he smiled. His eyes were so dark, nearly black, surrounded by thick lashes that drew me in. Slowly, the water that covered his chest evaporated and it saddened me that I no longer had a legitimate excuse for my eyes to drift, my attention being pulled by yet another drop making a long, slow journey over rippled muscles and disappearing into the waist band of his shorts.
He was so tall and I relished the fact that I had to look up to him. I rarely had to look up to anyone, always towering over those around me. This, however, didn't make me feel less powerful. In fact, it made me feel as if I had control, the ability to make him come down to my level and look at me.
Jacob gestured to the cliff and then looked at me. "I really shouldn't jump alone, so what I did was pretty stupid."
"It looks very dangerous. I'm not sure I'd ever want to risk it."
"Not a risk taker, huh, Edward?" he said with a flash of his smile.
"I take risks, but just not…."
"Come on. Jump with me. We can go down together the first time or I'll go first and be there at the bottom. Which sounds better?" Jacob asked, all the while smiling.
I walked to the edge, peering down and making mental calculations, trying to determine which would be less dangerous. As I made my way to a large boulder and started pulling my shirt over my head, I was surprised that I was so easily convinced.
"So?" Jacob asked as I continued to peel my shoes and clothes off, stripping down to my black boxer briefs.
"Together, I think."
"Good choice. That's how I jumped my first time. Sam went with me."
As Jacob explained what I should do, I listened intently, not getting lost in his flawless skin or the structure of his cheekbones or jaw. I listened to his instructions and his life saving advice. Then he surprised me.
"I shouldn't even be doing this. If the guys found out that I was inviting an outsider to do this…."
"Well, I sure don't wanna get you in trouble," I said as I reached for my jeans and started to pull them over one foot.
"Hey, stop getting dressed, Vanilla," Jacob practically purred as he stepped closer to me, pulling the denim fabric from my hands. "That's not why I told you that. I just meant that we need to be careful." He dropped my jeans in a pile on the rock and smoothed a warm, large hand over my shoulder and down my arm. "This isn't something that you can go and tell your friends about. Some people in Forks know about this, but no one from there has jumped before. I'd be in huge trouble if they knew you did. So, it's between us, okay?" His caress ended when his fingers slipped into my palm.
I could feel desire rushing through me and I had to swallow several times before I could speak.
"I'll be discreet," I promised as I squeezed his fingers.
"Good." His smile lit up his entire face and I felt genuine happiness for the first time in a long time.
"Okay," Jacob started, making sure we were both facing the ocean, our feet planted in a little dip on the smooth stone beneath our feet. "I run pretty fast. Are you a decent runner?"
"I can keep up," I retorted.
"Push off hard and no matter what you do, don't let go of my hand. We need to make sure we can find each other in the water. It can get kinda crazy down there and you can get disoriented and lose the surface. I'll help you find it. Ready?" His eyebrows shot up in question.
"I think so," I said as I leaned my shoulder on his and allowed myself to breathe in his scent. It made my mouth fill once again, and I quickly swallowed, not at all surprised at how tempting he was.
"Let's do it."
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Please check it out and don’t forget to review! Also, don’t forget if there is a fic you’d like to see reviewed, hit me up at mel.bookbytescorner@gmail.com and I’ll do my best to get it up here!
Don’t forget to tune in next week when I’ll be back with another fabulous fic for y’all to read! Until then…
Xoxo
Mel
Friday, May 6, 2011
Friday Night Slash: Sexurity Checkpoint by @TruceOver
Hey everyone! Welcome back to the Friday Night Slash segment! I hope you all enjoyed your week and are ready for some smut!
And when I say smut, I mean a story that’s purely written for the smut! This week I’m bringing you Sexurity Checkpoint by TruceOver.
A Riley/James pairing where Riley is waiting at the airport with his mother who won’t shut the hell up; Riley is holding his back pack securely and when it goes through security, gets flagged for suspicious material.
One of the boys is on his way to take him in for further evaluation when he gets invited to lunch and asks James to take over.
James empties the back pack and finds all sorts of interesting items that lead to some sexy times and pure smut!
Here’s a quick peak into the fic:
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I glance at my watch. Five hours fifty-eight minutes. Kill me now.The line in front of us for Security finally moves. I pull my backpack off and throw it down on the table. I can't believe I'm carrying all this shit with me.
"Oh, honey, do you have any gum?" She asks as she reaches for my bag.
"No!" I shout, and pull my bag against me. At least five people turn in my direction and give me a look. They have nothing on my mother of course, who is eyeing me as if I've lost my mind.
"But you're chewing some, sweetheart."
"It was my last piece." Please believe me please believe me please believe me. No way in hell can I allow her to look in my backpack. If I make it home without her seeing what's inside, I'm golden.
"All right, I guess I'll get some by the gate. Once we get home I need to take you shopping. That backpack is falling apart. Oh, and new jeans. You should have told me you needed new jeans, sweetie. Those have so many holes in them! I swear, everyone back home is going to think..."
Maybe I should just stay here and look for a job. If I find one in Arizona that means I will actually have to see her on a regular basis. I love my mother, but come on. Now I remember why my father doesn't bother replacing the batteries in his hearing aids.
We reach the front of the line and I slide my backpack in behind my mother's purse, followed by my shoes. She steps through the x-ray, the whole time going on and on about how unsanitary it is to make people walk barefoot around the airport.
I kind of have to agree with her on that one. Who knows what kinds of fungus people have. Gross.
She already has her shoes on and has her purse in hand by the time I get through the metal detector. My black Converses come through the other side and I slip them on. My mother says something about needing to get me new laces.
I roll my eyes, then stand up and reach for my backpack, but it isn't there. The young TSA screener is staring at the x-ray monitor. He points at it, then calls someone else over. I can feel the blood drain from my face. Both screeners study the monitor for a minute before looking over and me and pointing. Oh, shit.
The first guy pushes a button and my backpack comes out on the conveyor. I quickly reach for it, but he beats me to it. "Is this your bag?" he asks me with a pointed look.
I gulp. "Um, yeah."
"We're going to have to search it."
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I hope you’ll take the time to give this o/s a chance. TruceOver has also written a Riley/James collaboration with Conversed called Punk and Perv’s Excellent Adventure, which you should check out. It’s complete and a serious of drabbles that are hot as hell!
Don’t forget to review and let her know how sexy this is!
Until next week my slashy h00rs!
Xoxo
Mel
Friday, April 29, 2011
Friday Night Slash: A Madness Most Discreet by @vampthenewblack
Hello my lovely slash lovers! Welcome back to the Friday Night Slash segment. I can’t believe it’s Friday already again! Time flies huh? Anyway... this week I’m bringing you a fantastic two-shot called A Madness Most Discreet by vampireisthenewblack.
I read this a while ago when it was an entry in the In the Closet one-shot contest. I loved it then and I still love it now. Written from Jasper’s POV, he thinks Edward Cullen hates his guts because he ignores him all the time.
The thing about that is that Jasper is in love with him. His sister has been dating Emmett’s older brother forever and they are doing the whole ‘families getting to know each other dinner’ and for once, Edward approaches Jasper in Biology and asks him if he’s going to talk to him on Saturday so they don’t ruin it for everyone else.
When Jasper is forced to be social at the party, he can’t help but be bewildered by Edward’s actions. He still ignores Jasper but has some nice things to say about him when asked.
Jasper is sent to the kitchen to clean up and soon Edward joins him, telling Jasper his mother sent him to help. After several moments of tension and awkward silence, Edward finally confronts Jasper. This leads to some sexy realizations.
Chapter two is a continuation of the first scene and explains quite a bit. I don’t want to ruin it for you but I can promise you some citrusy good times featuring our beloved Major!
Here is a sneak peek into chapter one:
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I try to hide out in my room, but Rose comes up and says I'd better come down and be sociable. Mom and Dad will be pissed if either of us embarrasses them. The Cullen's are the richest family in town, so of course we have to impress them.So I smile dutifully as Mom extols my grades and the few advanced classes I'm taking, and cringe as Dad bemoans the fact I don't play any sports, not like their Emmett who is the captain of the football team.
"I don't play sport either," says Edward Cullen from the corner of the room where he's sitting on a loveseat with his twin, Alice.
Everyone stares, because he's not said a word since the greetings when they arrived, and he blushes. Alice is grinning at me and I don't know why.
"Jasper tells me you're top of the class in Biology, Edward," my mother says, and the only reason she has this information is because she drilled me before they arrived. But of course Edward doesn't know this, and I'm trying to decipher the look on his face because I can't decide if it's worried or surprised or...happy?
Alice is still grinning at me. Edward doesn't answer my mother at first. After the initial surprise or whatever it was he looks embarrassed, and shakes his head and says: "Jasper's lots smarter than me," and even though he's talking about me, saying my name (and it sounds so good the way he says it), he's ignoring me again.
I know Alice even less than I know Edward. She's not in any of my classes. Her opinion of me seems to be the polar opposite of his, because she's always smiling at me, and she keeps seeking me out to talk about school or something. It's the only time she leaves his side.
I can't understand why he insisted I talk to him, because he's doing his best to completely ignore me, and I'm sure it's becoming obvious to everyone here that he can't stand me.
I'm so preoccupied I miss it at first when Mom asks me to go start clearing up in the kitchen, but when I realise I go thankfully, just to get away from him. Even though he's quiet and as far away from me as he can possibly be while still being in the same room, the space seems filled with him.
The kitchen is large and white and cold and empty by contrast. Every scrape of a dish is loud, even the water running is deafening.
Then something changes. The door opens behind me and the sound of voices from the living room flows in and then is cut off again. The room is full, the air thick, and I know he's behind me because I can feel his eyes on the back of my neck.
He doesn't want to be here, he can't stand me.
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Okay, so here’s the scoop people, vampireisthenewblack is fantastic. And when I say fantastic I mean totally and utterly ridiculously talented. Her fic, Say Something Else is positively one of the most amazingly written (and saddest, I cried for nearly the entire time) I’ve ever read. It’s beautiful and worth a read also!
I assure you, if you take the time to read both fics you won’t regret it! I’m willing to put money on it! Also, after you read, don’t forget the review that lets her know I sent you!
Until next week my lovelies,
xoxo
Mel
Friday, April 22, 2011
Friday Night Slash: The Eye by @lilmizzhyde
Welcome back my loves! I hope y’all are doing well this fine Friday night and are ready for another fabulous slash rec!
This week I’m reccing The Eye by MizzHyde. This woman is fantastic and boy does she know how to write some hot boy sexing. Originally written for the Eurofornication Contest, The Eye is an Edward/Riley story and she claims is mostly just smut, but having read (and loved) this story, I can promise you that there is more to it than just smut! (Although, the smut is hot and definitely worth the read!)
Riley is a twenty-two year old boy from the US who is in line to get on They Eye, one of the main tourist attractions in London. He’s very nervous about this and when he realizes that the capsules don’t stop for you to get on, he leaves the line and basically passes out!
He’s rescued by Edward Cullen, the owner of a bar and by far the prettiest man in Europe. Edward helps Riley to his bar and gives him some water to help him feel better.
Then he offers a behind-the-scenes tour of the establishment which ends up in Edward’s room where the hot-as-hell smut takes place. Imagine Riley and Edward, together, nekkid, and lick/suck/fucking each other to oblivion…
Yeah, I need a shower now too!
Afterwards, Edward heads back down to work and Riley takes a nap. (I’d need a nap too if I’d just had the fucking of a lifetime by Edward Cullen!)
When Riley wakes up and emerges from Edward’s quarters, Edward takes him out and surprises him with something, but you’re going to have to read the whole one shot in order to find out exactly what that is.
Here’s a peek into this fabulous one-shot:
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We finally emerged from the cellars and Edward gestured for me to go up another flight of stairs leading to a level above the bar. I asked him what was up there. He grinned like a cat."Staff quarters," he said, running his tongue over his lower lip. "Want to see?"
Decision time. He was leaning against the wall, looking quite relaxed, waiting for me to go up, or leave. I felt no pressure; I was sure I could walk away with no problems. But I really, really didn't want to. I turned deliberately and started walking up the stairs slowly, swinging my hips the tiniest bit, to let him know I knew exactly what I was being asked. I had climbed half a dozen steps when I realised he wasn't following me. I paused and looked over my shoulder.
He was standing at the base of the stairs, staring up at me with his mouth hanging slightly open. It was my turn to raise my eyebrows. I know I have a damn fine ass.
He took the stairs two at a time, grabbing my hand and sweeping me up with him. He didn't slow down or look at me again, producing a key from his pocket and unlocking the first door in the hallway. The door slammed behind us and he was pushing me against it, his mouth on mine in an instant.
His lips felt like fire, so, so hot and needy. I dropped my backpack and surrendered, grasping the fabric of his tee at his back and pulling him in harder.
"Jesus, Riley," he gasped when we broke for air, "I've been wanting to do this from the second I saw you outside."
"Do you do this a lot?" I asked, helplessly, as Edward ran his lips along my jaw, nipping at the skin under my ear.
"Do what?" he mumbled into my neck, running his hands under my tee, those long fingers exploring my ribs and stomach.
"Bring home waifs and strays?" I moaned, not entirely sure why I was asking.
He stopped what he was doing and looked at me.
"Does that bother you?" he asked, candidly. "Because I'll be honest with you, I'm not exactly a steady date."
I must have looked like a startled rabbit. I was kicking myself for stopping him doing what he was doing. I answered him by grabbing his head and pulling him towards me to kiss his mouth again. As long as his mouth and hands were on me I could deal with everything else later.
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So there you have it and I suggest you get on it! You won’t be disappointed I promise! Don’t forget to review!
Tune in tomorrow for our Saturday Sit Down author interview. I will be doing an in-depth interview with MizzHyde and I can guarantee you are in for a perv-tastic good time! She’s amazing!
Don’t forget if there’s a fic you want to see reviewed or recc’d on the Friday Night Slash segment, you can e-mail me at mel.bookbytescorner@gmail.com and I will get it on here!
Until next week my slashy loves!
xoxo
Mel
Friday, April 15, 2011
Friday Night Slash: Bittersweet by @mw138
Welcome back to the Friday Night Slash Segment. This week I decided to take bit of a different route and rec a sweet little fic that’s totally captured my heart.
It’s a Jacob/Edward and a W.I.P. but it’s worth the wait for the chapters. The story is called Bittersweet by mw138 and I’m totally in love.
Our boys used to be best friends and there are several hints that they used to be lovers in the first couple chapters. Jasper takes the plunge and e-mails Edward for the first time in a long time.
They spend several chapters catching up on each other’s lives and just reconnecting. As of right now, there was a major turning point just revealed and I can’t wait to see where it’s going.
The way Meg writes this piece is so sweet yet it totally keeps you guessing. You want to know where it’s going, what’s going to happen, and most of all you want to know what happened to these two that drove them apart in the first place.
I am anxiously awaiting the newest chapter and what it reveals for these two boys!
Here’s a sneak peak into the first chapter of Bittersweet:
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From: jwhitlock(a)emailco(dot)com
To: edwardacullen(a)emailco(dot)com
Subject: Hello
Date: March 13, 2010 2:10 p.m.
Hey,
How are you doing? I'm sure you're probably shocked to hear from me, and I debated for a long time whether or not to even try to contact you, especially after all these years. I'm not even sure if this email address still works, but it doesn't hurt to try.
I hear some pretty great things have taken place in your life in the past couple of years. You're married now with a child. Wow, I'm almost speechless, but very happy for you. I'm sure you're a great father, and Isabella is a lucky woman. I'm glad things worked out for you and that you have the perfect family.
Me? Well, I'm still single, unfortunately. I guess I haven't found the right guy since we parted. It's not for lack of trying though. *wink* On the flip side, my professional life has been incredible! I recently made partner at my law firm, and I couldn't be happier…or busier.
Um, I guess I also wanted to contact you to say how sorry I am for how things ended between us. I could just say that we were young and stupid and didn't know how to handle the little bumps in our relationship, and that's probably true, but I also have a feeling that we just weren't on the same page. You wanted to settle down and have a family, while I was hell bent on making a name for myself. It looks like both of our dreams came true. There's not one thing I regret in our relationship, except losing my best friend in the end. I miss going to Flannigan's and having a beer while playing pool with you. But there's no use in crying over spilled milk.
I hope this email finds its way to you. I wish you all the happiness in the world, Edward. I really do.
Take care of yourself!
Sincerely,
Jasper
x~x~x~x~x~x
To: jwhitlock(a)emailco(dot)com
From: edwardacullen(a)emailco(dot)com
Subject: Re: Hello
Date: April 15, 2010 5:30 a.m.
Jasper,
To say that I'm shocked to hear from you would the understatement of the year. Frankly, I never expected to hear from you ever again, but I'm pleasantly surprised.
Congratulations on making partner! I know that was a dream of yours and I'm glad it was actualized.
You're a great lawyer and your firm is lucky to have you on its team. Yes, I am married and have a beautiful little girl named Alice. She's gorgeous, Jasper – the light of my life. Bella and I have made a pretty good life. She's a teacher as well. Actually, that's how we met, but I don't want to bore you with the details.
Sorry for the delay in getting back to you. I, obviously, still use the same email address after all these years, and I could blame the delay on work or taking care of the baby, but it was none of that.
Responding to you scared the shit out of me, and I didn't know what to say. For years I've thought about what I would say to you if we were ever in contact again, but when I saw your name in my inbox, my mind went blank. I just sat at my computer and couldn't force my fingers to type…
There's no need to apologize, so please don't.
I better go. I have to get ready for work, and I think I just heard Alice start to cry….actually wail is more
like it.
It was good hearing from you again, Jasper.
Edward
To: jwhitlock(a)emailco(dot)com
From: edwardacullen(a)emailco(dot)com
Subject: Re: Hello
Date: April 15, 2010 6:03 a.m.
P.S. I miss my best friend too.
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Alright, now that you’ve had a taste, I know you want more J head on over to her profile and check out this sweet and lovely little fic! Also, feel free to check out any of her other awesome fics, they are always so sweet, sexy, and well written!
Don’t forget, if there is a story or an author you want to see rec’d on here, hit me up at mel.bookbytescorner@gmail.com and I’ll do my best to get it done!
Thanks for taking this journey with me J I’ll see you next week!
XOXO
Mel
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