Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Out of the Darkness Teaser

Thirty Years Later

“Race you back to the castle,” Bella giggled as she spread her wings, making her look so unbelievably beautiful.

“You never win, pretty Bella,” I teased. “I’m faster than you.” We were leaving from our monthly meeting with the arch angels. We’d occasionally race, but sometimes we’d find a cloud to christen. Suffice it to say, we were insatiable for each other, but we always made love and I showered her with my affection, as she did to me, too.

And making love on a cloud is … heavenly.

Yes, that was cheesy, but funny, right? Get it? GET IT? Anyhow, I’m losing focus. My mate, my wife is talking.

“We’ll see,” she snickered, spreading her wings wider and walking to the edge of the all-white, open-aired space. “Come on, baby! I want to beat you. Just one time. ONCE!”

“Oh, you’re on, Mrs. Cullen,” I laughed as I followed her. Her laughter filtered up to me as she was in a free fall from heaven. Her wings were tucked in and she rode the currents like a pro. I was on her heels when I felt something hold me back. “No fair, Isabella. Using your shield?”

“I said I want to win,” she snickered, shooting me a look and spreading her shield so I couldn’t even touch her. I growled, trying to go around it, but she kept spreading it with a mischievous chuckle.

“So, you resort to cheating?” I teased. Bella turned, abruptly stopping and hovered in front of me, using her wings gracefully. “Bella?”

“It’s not cheating,” she said, her hands on her hips, a twinkle in her eyes. “I’m using my resources.”

“Really?” I deadpanned. She winked and stuck out her tongue before using her shield to push me back as she dive bombed through the sky. I followed her, determined to at least catch up with her. We danced among the clouds like an angelic game of cat and mouse. However, as we got closer, I felt the call in my chest. Bella’s shield dropped and I knew she felt it, too. Our game came to an end and we made our way back to the castle. Landing softly in the courtyard, we saw Esme. She was wringing her hands, her face clearly distressed. “What is it?”

“It’s Colton,” she whispered.

“Is he going to be changed?” Bella asked.

“Sooner than we anticipated,” Esme replied. “Alice contacted me. She was working in Oklahoma, guiding her humans when she felt the impact. He was in a terrible car accident. A drunk driver hit his car and it’s a mess. From her garbled message, she said something about Colton being internally decapitated?”

“Oh, shit,” I hissed. “His transformation … it might not take. Those are serious injuries.”

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Married to the Mob Update

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MOTM Chapter 20 on AO3

MOTM Chapter 20 on FFn

MOTM Chapter 20 on Wattpad

Memorial Day was this weekend. And with that, we were having a long-awaited housewarming party at our new home. Mrs. Cope was working with my fiancée to make appetizers, side dishes and marinating steaks, chicken along with preparing hamburgers, brats and hot dogs. I was relegated to preparing the meat and cheese tray since I was still hopeless in the kitchen, which would likely remain unchanged. Bella was a wonderful cook, almost as good as my Nonni. On the other hand, I could handle cutting the various different types of cheeses and arranging the salami, pepperoni and prosciutto on the large tray Bella had placed in front of me.

Brainless work … mostly.

Also, it was nice to have the house to ourselves. Once Alice and Jasper moved into their new house just down the street a couple weeks ago, Bella and I were able to reconnect on a level that had been neglected after Alice’s assault. It just felt wrong to make love when there was a sexual assault survivor in the house, so we refrained from smexy times while they stayed with us.

Bella and I were both pervs and fucking proud of it. Once we were on our own, there was no flat surface, including the grand piano my mother gave to us as housewarming gift, that was not christened by our naked bodies.

Though, today, our house was going to be swarmed by family and friends. There would be no real time to have naked fun time with Bella. Like quality time … I required hours, really. I wanted to give her orgasms she’d feel in her toes. Damn it, I was horny. I wanted to be inside her. Really, really badly. The blowjob she’d given me this morning … not enough. I want her pussy. Fuck, I want it now!

God, I feel like I’m having a temper tantrum, throwing things so I could be inside of my fiancée. What’s wrong with me?

“Edward, baby, you’re going to chop off your finger,” Bella giggled, her eyes dancing with humor.

“Huh?” I replied intelligently. And you have an MBA … She walked over to me, taking the knife from my hand, which was dangerously close to my fingers. Blinking slowly and coming out of my hormonal fog, I asked, “What?”

“You were staring off into space, growling and grunting like you do when we’re making love,” she whispered, with a sweet giggle. “Mrs. Cope was embarrassed. She’s going to the bathroom since she was the color of a tomato.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I blushed.

“Have fun in your erotic daydream, Mobward?” she teased, nudging with me her shoulder.

“I’d rather have fun with your pussy,” I smirked. “Come here, dolce. Give me some of that sweetness between your legs.”

“Behave, Edward,” she whined, but her frustration was evident in her voice, her head falling to my shoulder. “In about two hours, this place will be filled with our friends, family and coworkers from your office. I cannot walk around with wet panties.”

“Simple. Don’t wear any,” I quipped. Bella smacked my arm with an adorable scowl. “What?”

“Don’t make me kick your ass, Edward Anthony,” she growled. 

Dust in the Wind by Kansas

More than Words by Extreme

Wanted, Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi

Lauren's Condo

Shaky Ground Teaser

Bella stayed in ICU for another day before she was moved into a private room. She was tired, sore from her injuries from the earthquake and pissed off for Edward. He told her the entire story of his ex-fiancée. What a fucking slore! Bella threatened to shove scalpels up Tanya’s ass but Edward argued against it. Though, he had considered it when he was at his lowest, just after he’d been dumped by her royal bitchiness. They also talked about how he closed himself off from human interaction, specifically interaction with women because of what Tanya did to him.

Bitch … she’s got another thing coming!  

Bella didn’t blame him for his reasoning, but he was still hurt by Tanya and harbored a great deal of anger toward her. After some discussion, Edward agreed to go into counseling. He wanted to be the best man for Bella. She argued that he needed to be the best man for himself. Shortly after saying that, visiting hours were over. Edward kissed Bella goodbye with promises of bringing her a toothbrush and some of that Philosophy stuff she’d requested when he returned the following morning.

The next morning, Bella was moved to a private room. She also had the Foley catheter removed and she was able to move around, albeit clumsily, using the crutches to hobble to the bathroom. Bella also grumbled at how crappy she looked. Her hair was a tangled mess, covered in dust and shit from the rubble of Harborview. Her skin was very pale and she looked tired, but that was not shocking since sleep was at a premium. Every twenty minutes, it seemed, a nurse would check on her in the ICU.

After she’d been moved, Edward and Charlie came to her new room. Edward had a bag from a local department store. He took out a large container of the Philosophy Strawberries and Cream, toothbrush, toothpaste and fresh clothes, with some loose-fitting pants, some t-shirts and underwear. Charlie offered to help Bella shower, but she adamantly refused.

“Dad, no,” she said, her nose wrinkled. “I know you’re a doctor and the human body is no big deal to you, but you’re my dad. Nope. Not happening. Either Edward helps me or I get that mannish-looking nurse to assist me, but she’s flirted with me all morning. I’d rather Edward help my gimpy ass.”

“I’ll go check on your breakfast,” Charlie said, his face flaming. “And do you want anything to read or something?”

“That would be great, Dad,” Bella smiled. “Magazines or a book. Edward, can I borrow your phone for a second?” Edward unlocked it and she opened a web browser. She logged into Amazon, sending her father her wish list. “You have my wish list of what I want to read. Pick a few or twenty.”

“You were such a voracious reader, Bella,” Charlie snickered. “I’ll be back soon. Love you, baby girl.” He kissed her temple and left in a hurry.

“Are you sure you want me to help, Bella? We can get Nurse Ratchet,” Edward quipped.
“I do not want her leering eyes staring at my goodies. I felt violated when she removed the catheter,” Bella shuddered. “Besides, I miss your hands on me. It’ll be a while before we can get it on. I’m lugging around plaster for the foreseeable future.” She scowled at her leg. Edward snickered, taking out a marker. “Really, Edward? You’re going to sign my cast?”

“After your shower,” he smirked. “Do you want to try using the crutches?”

“I’ve already used them, but I need to get used to them,” Bella sighed, nodding and took the proffered crutches. Edward followed her and set up the stool in the shower. He covered her cast with a plastic sleeve and turned on the water. She sat down, taking off the hospital gown with a grumble. Bella was covered in bruises, some fading with others a deep purple. “Bella … the bruises …”

“I’m okay. They’re just bruises. The worst damage was my leg,” she said, blushing. “When I was moving Jake to the doctor’s lounge, I stumbled and these are the results. I bruise easily. I’m okay, Edward. I’m okay. I’m alive.”

He gulped, nodding slowly but his mind was racing, remembering the bodies and the death he’d seen. She took his hand, tugging on it and he knelt in front of her. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he choked out.