Saturday, 22 January 2011

ICF chapter 20 teaser and pictease

I know I'm a bit intermittent with teasers - but I found the cutest picture I just had to share it for this one. See below:

"Mmmm," she murmured, nuzzling close to me, and I pulled her into the crook of my arm, craving the contact so desperately after everything we'd said last night. Everything I'd told her. The memories of last night came flooding back: both the pleasure and the pain. I hoped Bella would never stop surprising me. Even after I'd revealed to her the darkest secret of my existence, she hadn't run away screaming. She'd been sympathetic, but not pitying - intuitive enough to sense that I didn't need pity. I pressed my face into the pillow where her head had just been, inhaling the soothing scent of vanilla and something else. I loved that smell, and it created a haze of contentment in my brain much like Bella herself did.

A knot twisted in my stomach as I recalled everything I'd told her -- things I hadn't even allowed myself to think of for so long. I knew I'd atone for the death of my little girl for the rest of my life, but hopefully, Bella might just help me to bear it better. At that stage, I couldn't say where we were headed. All I knew was that I felt so complete with her and the inexplicable connection we shared.

I heard a whimper against my chest and she stirred, blearily opening one eye.

"What time is it?" Her voice was hoarse.

"Just after seven-thirty." She groaned, burrowing her head into the pillow, and I stroked her hair, smiling at her feeble attempt to be awake.

"You've never seen me in the morning. I don't function without coffee," she replied, her eyes still firmly closed.

"Why don't we just go back to sleep for a little while?"

"Mmm." She barely raised her head, and I chuckled at all the sleepy, incoherent noises she was making. "That sounds good."

I snuggled up to her and closed my eyes, letting sleep take me once more.

Monday, 13 December 2010

Teaser for ICF chapter 17

Yeah, this took a while, I know. Got sidetracked by posting my other historical multichap and a new slash oneshot, but I'm back to working on ICF now. I love this story but I just have to take my time over it. This chapter will be posting very soon, here's the pictease and teaser below:

Jasper ushered me into the restaurant, his hand on my back as we ascended the steps. I wobbled on the top step and nearly lost my balance, but thankfully, his hand caught my arm just in time. I blushed furiously, cursing both the fact that I was clumsy and my decision to wear these stupid shoes I couldn't even walk in. I would have hoped I'd learned my lesson after that night at Esme's where my feet had been covered in blisters the next day from the walk home, but apparently not.

“Careful, there,” he told me as he pushed the heavy glass door open, holding it open for me as I walked inside.

“Shut up,” I murmured as we entered the room, refusing to look at him and see the smirk he was obviously sporting. It was filled with a soft glow, accentuated by the pale cream walls and black wooden tables and chairs arranged in perfect lines. There were a mix of customers already there – couples, friends, families, and it seemed like a nice relaxed place with a pleasant atmosphere. Too quiet a restaurant would have made me feel nervous. Here, I felt comfortable, and I hoped Jasper would too. “I'm so clumsy I swear it must be a medical condition or something,” I added with a sigh.

“I think it's cute,” he said very genuinely, smiling at me in that way that made me virtually turn to liquid.

“It's cute until I break my neck in these stupid shoes.”

He looked down at the purple, strappy suede stilettos on my feet, with their four-inch heels, and let out a sharp intake of breath. “I know you can't really walk in those, but hell, they're hot. I'll just hang on to your arm whenever you aren't sitting down.”

I'm sure that teaser gave you a good idea...bwahahaha. Am I evil, teasing whore? Why yes, I am. Hope you enjoy it when it's up, and I love you all for still reading and sticking with these two. xxx

Thursday, 9 December 2010

Teaser/pictease for my new slash oneshot

I've been totally fail at using this blog lately, so sorry about that. I'm working on the next ICF update and have a bunch of other projects going on too, but in the meantime, because I'm clearly crazy, I also found time to write a whole new oneshot. It's Edward/Jasper, my first slash and I hope you'll give it a try. It's smutty but also emotional. It'll be up in the next few days. Pictease and teaser below:

I tilt the glass to my lips, savouring the taste: mint, cedar, spice. I drink it down, relishing the slow, sharp burn as the whiskey works its way inside me, searing away at least a little of the numbness. The hot, dark amber is soothing as it slips down my throat, and for a moment, I imagine that he's still here. That any minute I'll turn my head from the bar stool and see him smile at me, feel his warm hand slip into mine, and hear him order his usual - just a plain old beer. He never quite acquired my taste for whiskey, something I'd often tease him about. Now I'd give anything to have him here drinking his watered-down-piss beer and running a hand through his burnished copper hair; that nervous habit I always adored on him.

The bar is packed with drunken laughter and an air of happiness and contentment. It's just under a month until Christmas, and traces are everywhere: tinsel, the tree by the bar strung with colourful lights, the frost clinging to the window frame. It's the end of the working week, everybody coming together to enjoy the preamble to the weekend. This stings me more than it might, because usually, he would be here. We'd be sitting over in the usual corner with friends, laughing and talking as we let alcohol wash away the week's stresses. Even while absorbed in conversation with others, our eyes would meet from time to time in a silent promise of later. A promise of heated sweat-slick skin against cool sheets and hot, hard kisses as bodies, hands and mouths moved together.

Edward. My lips form the syllables of that oh-so-familiar name automatically, even if I do not verbalise them. It tastes harsh and bitter on my tongue, like unripe fruit or milk that's soured, a far cry from the sweetness it once held for me. 
Thanks for reading. xxx

Saturday, 25 September 2010

ICF Chapter 14 Teaser

It's been a long time, folks, but I've been really busy. Just started a new job so that's been super-hectic, and my fabulous beta SunKing has been finishing her second novel - which is amazingly exciting! Go and buy the first novel in the series, The Kingdom, on Amazon and read it if you haven't already. It's a great blend of mythology, legend and romance and you can buy it here.

Anyway, without further ado, here's a teaser for chapter 14 of ICF:

“You're really quite beautiful, you know,” Bella suddenly slurred, hiccuping into her drink, and I laughed. She was definitely more than a bit toasted if she was saying things like that to me. It wasn't the first time someone had told me that, but it hadn't happened to me in a long time. It was nice to hear, though, of course.

“Look who's talking. You aren't so bad yourself.”

She smiled slowly, the corner of her lips turning until her smile was in full bloom. The pale glow of her smooth complexion in the dim room, and her slightly pink cheeks coupled with that gorgeous smile did something to my insides. Her lips parted a fraction, and they were rosy and just barely moist. I couldn't help but entertain the possibility of kissing her. I toyed with a strand of her hair that had slipped from her ponytail, and she stepped closer. Her fingers were white where she was gripping her glass so firmly, and I wondered if she was nervous as I was. It wasn't just the four beers I'd had, or the way she smiled that drove me to action; it was more than that. She made me feel happy in a way I'd almost forgotten I could be.

I knew then that I was going to kiss her. My feet shuffled forward, but she didn't recoil from my closeness. Her head tilted the side, and I let my fingers trace her cheek as I moved in so close I could feel her breath on my lips. She smelled like vodka and sweetness and something irresistible

Hope you all enjoyed that and the chapter is coming later tonight xxx

Saturday, 28 August 2010

ICF Chapter 13 Teaser and explanations

Hi all, I apologise for not posting a teaser for chapter 12 but I was away for a week and when I got back I just posted as I thought you'd all like to have the chapter quicker. Also, as many of you know, sadly pulled chapter 3 for mature content which violated their TOS, without warning. This has meant I've had to leave an extract up in chapter 3's place, with the link to go and read it on Twilighted. I am still continuing to post my story on, but any future smutty chapters will only be posted in full on Twilighted. I'll hope you'll go and read them there!

Without further ado, here's a teaser for chapter 13:

“Oh my God, shut up!” I said, flushing scarlet as I tried to suppress a giggle. “I literally ran out of the house in the first thing I found. My mother sent this stupid t-shirt to me a couple of years ago - she has a strange sense of humour.”

“No, no,” he said, smiling. “It looks good on you, seriously. You’re working an eighties look today.” He cocked one eyebrow and I burst out giggling, clapping a hand over my mouth.

“Uh, thanks I guess,” I said after a moment, a hint of a smile still playing on my lips.

He made a face. “Did I just say you were ‘working a look’? I think it’s spending too much time around Charlotte reading her fashion magazines behind the bar. I must be absorbing the stupid phrases they use by osmosis or something.”

“It’s okay. It made me laugh, even if you’re a terrible liar. I’m wearing the most ridiculous clothes I own and I have no makeup on.”

“You don’t need it. You’ve got lovely skin,” he said quietly, his eyes lingering on my face just a moment too long. That was the thing about Jasper. He could be completely normal and jokey, and then he’d suddenly compliment me in that intense, sexy voice of his, and I’d turn to jelly. I felt a hint of warmth over my body, and felt ashamed at how much he affected me. Swallowing, I coughed nervously and he looked away, biting down on his lip as if he were aware he’d said something he shouldn’t.

“You flatter me too much,” I said lightly, trying to break the tension, and was relieved when his face creased into a smile.

“Just as much as you deserve to be, beautiful,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. I drank a little of mine for something to do, and felt the hazy, woolly feeling in my brain begin to lift as the caffeine worked its way into my system. I was aware that he was flirting with me, was with Jasper it was hard to gauge how serious he was being. He was that kind of guy, really, so it could have been entirely innocent. However, the possibility that there was a hint of meaning behind his words made them even more delicious. It dawned on me that he probably spent his whole time saying those kinds of things to girls at the bar, and yet, I was eating them up. How pathetic. I fiddled with my hair, trying to compose myself.

Hope you enjoyed that little taste of what's to come! The chapter will be on its way

Thursday, 29 July 2010

ICF Chapter 11 Teaser

I started to peg items of clothing on the line methodically, losing myself in the simple task. As I worked my way along the line, holding a couple of pegs in my mouth at a time, my thoughts inevitably drifted back to the fiasco that had been Wednesday's dinner party. I'd been dissecting the events of that night down to the most minute detail since the moment I'd left Jasper and shut the front door behind me. I wasn't keen to admit to myself that our bizarre conversation on the walk home and our vow to be friends were the two events that preoccupied me the most, but it was true. By the next morning, I was virtually certain that Esme was fully aware of the situation between Jasper and me. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but she was obviously a shrewd woman, so I couldn't have expected anything less. Of course, I adored Esme and she'd been such a kind hostess, but it still felt odd that someone else was aware of a situation that was very private for me. It helped some that I knew I could trust her to be discreet. Angela knew a little as well, so I supposed I wouldn't be able keep it a secret forever.

I grinned to myself as I remembered Angela returned that day. She'd been away on some geography field trip to the Isle of Arran, which as far as I knew was some place off mainland Scotland. During our sporadic chats over the past few months, we'd progressed from housemates to friends, which was nice. She was the closest thing I had for a girlfriend besides Esme, and I'd missed her.

I know this one's been a bit slow coming, but the boyfriend came to stay for the week so I spent time with him instead of working on the fic :). It'll be up very soon, I promise! xxx

Sunday, 18 July 2010

ICF Chapter 10 Polyvore set

Yeah, I know I need to make Jasper wear something other than skinny black pants for a change. Enjoy! xx

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