tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26087393723224272312024-03-13T08:37:42.324-07:00GlitteratiglueGlitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-88290251875317614862011-01-22T10:51:00.000-08:002011-01-22T10:54:04.848-08:00ICF chapter 20 teaser and picteaseI 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:<br />
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"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.</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75;">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.</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75;">I heard a whimper against my chest and she stirred, blearily opening one eye.</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75;">"What time is it?" Her voice was hoarse.</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75;">"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.</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75;">"You've never seen me in the morning. I don't function without coffee," she replied, her eyes still firmly closed.</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #351c75;">"Mmm." She barely raised her head, and I chuckled at all the sleepy, incoherent noises she was making. "That sounds good."</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75;">I snuggled up to her and closed my eyes, letting sleep take me once more.</div>Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-8154166337805729512010-12-13T14:08:00.000-08:002010-12-13T14:08:00.435-08:00Teaser for ICF chapter 17Yeah, 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:<br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“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.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I think it's cute,” he said very genuinely, smiling at me in that way that made me virtually turn to liquid. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">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.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">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</span></span>Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-18523051765915301502010-12-09T07:17:00.000-08:002010-12-09T07:21:01.303-08:00Teaser/pictease for my new slash oneshot<span style="font-size: small;">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:</span><br />
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</span>Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-82806873714478914922010-09-25T12:25:00.000-07:002010-09-25T12:25:14.470-07:00ICF Chapter 14 TeaserIt'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 <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kingdom-Jennifer-McBay-Barry/dp/0984259600">here.</a><br />
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Anyway, without further ado, here's a teaser for chapter 14 of ICF:<br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Look who's talking. You aren't so bad yourself.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">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. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">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</span><br />
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</span>Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-20659504770403009882010-08-28T05:50:00.000-07:002010-08-28T05:58:32.516-07:00ICF Chapter 13 Teaser and explanations<div style="color: black; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">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, ff.net 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 ff.net, but any future smutty chapters will only be posted in full on Twilighted. I'll hope you'll go and read them there!</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Without further ado, here's a teaser for chapter 13:</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“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.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">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.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“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.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“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.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“You flatter me too much,” I said lightly, trying to break the tension, and was relieved when his face creased into a smile.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“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. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">How pathetic. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I fiddled with my hair, trying to compose myself.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">Hope you enjoyed that little taste of what's to come! The chapter will be on its way soon...xxx</span></span></div>Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-40728071544084880722010-07-29T11:04:00.000-07:002010-07-29T11:06:51.988-07:00ICF Chapter 11 Teaser<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsRdtYmJg7NldZbx90yxonr0RayYo5_mtAepg2auJCdZFrymt_g7Tmns0kCUol3GDXWTaPgmIyvwc7pe17sfjQp0Zjl-Tca5NEffqyKNjKdJzCPtCDUu5K_-orZ1YXTCHOPNKuXAGd7w/s1600/pensive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsRdtYmJg7NldZbx90yxonr0RayYo5_mtAepg2auJCdZFrymt_g7Tmns0kCUol3GDXWTaPgmIyvwc7pe17sfjQp0Zjl-Tca5NEffqyKNjKdJzCPtCDUu5K_-orZ1YXTCHOPNKuXAGd7w/s320/pensive.jpg" /></a></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.995826245188289" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">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.</span><span id="internal-source-marker_0.995826245188289" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span id="internal-source-marker_0.995826245188289" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">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.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">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</span></div>Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-34932024320111638202010-07-18T09:34:00.000-07:002010-07-18T09:34:12.426-07:00ICF Chapter 10 Polyvore set<div><div style="height: 400px; position: relative; width: 400px;"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/chapter_10_flickering_embers/set?.embedder=1204799&.mid=embed&id=20896444"><img alt="Chapter 10 - Flickering Embers" border="0" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnp1VnlJWXFTM3hHdnFieGdYcWcxOHcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Chapter 10 - Flickering Embers" width="400" /></a><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/" style="bottom: 2px; line-height: 1%; position: absolute; right: 2px;"><img alt="Fashion Trends & Styles - Polyvore" src="http://www.polyvorecdn.com/rsrc/img/logo_embed_alt_63x21.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Fashion Trends & Styles - Polyvore" /></a></div><br />
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Yeah, I know I need to make Jasper wear something other than skinny black pants for a change. Enjoy! xxGlitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-85043913731936151262010-07-06T06:29:00.000-07:002010-07-06T06:29:40.858-07:00ICF Chapter 10 Teaser<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WU_1NvsXdQUaqt2-0705CN3OnGEzRstZIu0QGmK1g8Y5gxStPI_FXDx2Hjf6MZohyz0B9n2pWiIZFfZCUnTmnutlUAn9QMBiuqiDWLck8YZrby8NUDqZqP6l4C8xrk0i_pG3HuYIoLc/s1600/nightwalk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WU_1NvsXdQUaqt2-0705CN3OnGEzRstZIu0QGmK1g8Y5gxStPI_FXDx2Hjf6MZohyz0B9n2pWiIZFfZCUnTmnutlUAn9QMBiuqiDWLck8YZrby8NUDqZqP6l4C8xrk0i_pG3HuYIoLc/s320/nightwalk.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">“Look, I know you're pissed at me, but can you just hear me out?” I asked, painfully aware of how pathetic I was beginning to sound. She jarred to a halt, turning to face me, and I was blown away again by her beauty. That long, silky dark hair, her coat open at the waist to reveal the red dress that hugged every curve, right down to her fuck-me heels. She tucked the coat around her tightly, and I hoped she hadn't caught me ogling her so blatantly.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">“Jasper, I'm really not interested,” she hissed. “You can fuck as many whores as you like. I just think that it's a little cheap to start putting the moves on one the second my back's turned.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I had to admit, that really pissed me off. She was getting it all wrong. But then I thought back to that night, and how it might have looked to her.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">“It wasn't like that,” I protested, but that wasn't good enough for Bella. She kept stalking ahead of me down the road, her arms folded, but this time I caught up with her. As I walked beside her, echoing her steps, she deliberately avoided my gaze. We were almost at the bottom of the hill by that point, and it would only be a few minutes before we reached the station. I didn't have long to make my case.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Hope you liked it, and the next chapter should hopefully be up by the end of week. Thanks! xx</span>Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-40901570636175873402010-07-06T05:56:00.000-07:002010-07-06T05:56:27.630-07:00ICF Chapter 9 Polvore Set<div><div style="height: 400px; position: relative; width: 400px;"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/chapter_warmth/set?.embedder=1204799&.mid=embed&id=20434654"><img alt="Chapter 9 - Warmth" border="0" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFk5yWnVNLTJJM3hHeHRTeXNPZ2FTRmcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Chapter 9 - Warmth" width="400" /></a><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/" style="bottom: 2px; line-height: 1%; position: absolute; right: 2px;"><img alt="Fashion Trends & Styles - Polyvore" src="http://www.polyvorecdn.com/rsrc/img/logo_embed_alt_63x21.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Fashion Trends & Styles - Polyvore" /></a></div><br />
<small><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/chapter_warmth/set?.embedder=1204799&.mid=embed&id=20434654">Chapter 9 - Warmth</a> by <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.embedder=1204799&.mid=embed&id=1204799">glitteratiglue</a> featuring <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/monsoon_shoes/shop?brand=Monsoon&category_id=41">Monsoon shoes</a></small></div>Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-87826290339073145672010-06-22T03:28:00.000-07:002010-06-22T03:28:26.336-07:00ICF Chapter 9 Teasers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GxdqjW5QGczGyP5pppHrcn0VvpzTbbtRtrL-F38agrlXyMpquQY8RMaN6mzXX9qF1AHsWv62_PuykvF7WiAJeor7QsPeSiPFSB8iFCs7_d9HlzsanH9B0qBlAICuL7vPPcMvwjLLFxY/s1600/dinnerparty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GxdqjW5QGczGyP5pppHrcn0VvpzTbbtRtrL-F38agrlXyMpquQY8RMaN6mzXX9qF1AHsWv62_PuykvF7WiAJeor7QsPeSiPFSB8iFCs7_d9HlzsanH9B0qBlAICuL7vPPcMvwjLLFxY/s320/dinnerparty.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin: 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="goog_742085842"></span><span id="goog_742085843"></span></div><span style="font-style: normal;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">“</span></span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, about three years, I think,” she said airily, rinsing her hands in the sink. “I met him at a book reading and we just hit it off.” She smiled fondly at the memory. “He's attractive, don't you think?”</span></span></div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">“</span></span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers,” I replied, trying to inject some humour to make my questions more innocuous. She laughed.</span></span></div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">“</span></span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nor would most girls. But there's more to him than you'd think. Sure, he works in a bar, but he's got an impressive book collection and he's well-educated. He's quite a private person though, so I guess he doesn't like everyone knowing that.” My mind recalled an apartment with white walls and wooden floors, where there were glass shelves crammed with books. <i>Yes, I knew that Jasper liked to read.</i></span></span></div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">“</span></span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">If he's so well-educated, why does he work in a bar?” My interest was piqued. I'd known from the moment I'd met him that he was intelligent, but this was more than I'd expected.</span></span></div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0pt;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">“</span><span style="font-size: small;">You'd have to ask him that,” Esme said slowly, casting her eyes down to the floor. </span><span style="font-size: small;">She looked up, and to my relief, she didn't seem angry. “Look, he likes to play the confident, cocky guy, but underneath it all he's a real sweetheart. He always looks after me. Don't tell him I said that, though – he'd be mortified.”</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">“</span></span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">I wouldn't. I guess everyone has different sides to them,” I replied, nodding. “Is he seeing anyone at the minute?” I couldn't resist adding.</span></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"></span></span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Teehee. I'm hoping it will be up by next week. Thanks for reading! xxx </span></span></span></span>Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-66553695903197776262010-06-19T04:20:00.000-07:002010-06-19T04:23:06.726-07:00ICF 8 - Polyvore Set<div><div><div style="height: 400px; position: relative; width: 400px;"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/chapter_instincts/set?.embedder=1204799&.mid=embed&id=19697033"><img alt="Chapter 8 - Instincts" border="0" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlRBeW1jUk40M3hHVjFvMTh3RW5mR0EAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Chapter 8 - Instincts" width="400" /></a><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/" style="bottom: 2px; line-height: 1%; position: absolute; right: 2px;"><img alt="Fashion Trends & Styles - Polyvore" src="http://www.polyvorecdn.com/rsrc/img/logo_embed_alt_63x21.png" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Fashion Trends & Styles - Polyvore" /></a></div><br />
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I love Esme's shoes so much, JS. Teaser for chapter 9 is coming soon! xx</div>Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-44119059735591648412010-06-04T12:56:00.000-07:002010-06-04T13:03:34.888-07:00Fics4Nashville Teaser - ICF outtakeDonors/authors for the Fics4Nashville fundraiser will be getting this on the 5th, but I thought I'd post a quick teaser anyway. This is an outtake from ICF, a continuation of Bella's flashback in chapter 5. It's rated M and is an E/B pairing:<br />
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<i>"Have I told you yet how utterly seductive you look right now, Miss Swan?" Edward said, biting his lip as he appraised me. I felt a sudden spark of desire that fired straight to my core and was forced to fight the embarrassing urge to rub my thighs together to relieve the pressure. I giggled nervously, blushing a colour that matched the pink, floral sundress that I wore. It was admittedly quite skimpy, and I hadn't been sure whether to put it on that morning. I reddened further, but there was only adoration in Edward's eyes. <br />
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His lips found my forehead, my eyelids, and then my cheeks, stopping just short of my lips. "It's lovely when you blush." I dragged him to me then, devouring his mouth with frantic urgency, and a slight edge of anger. I was a tad pissed off, to be honest, that he'd gone out of his way to bribe an Ivy League university just so we could go there together. And at the same time unfathomably grateful. It was a heady cocktail of emotions. He groaned into my mouth, and the next second, had swept me up into his arms. <br />
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He carried me up the stairs to my bedroom, and we both laughed when I accidentally bumped my head on the rafters that were halfway up. He placed me on the bed carefully and unbuckled my white sandals one by one, caressing my feet gently as he dropped them to the floor. He kicked his own sandals off. Sweat was beginning to bead on my forehead, for the roof was stiflingly hot from the 86° weather outside, unprecedented heat for Forks in April. I suddenly wished I were wearing less clothing. Apparently, Edward thought this too as he murmured "Now, this is a very pretty dress, but I think it needs to come off." <br />
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I bit down on my lip. "Edward, please...I need you."</i><br />
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Leave me a comment if you liked it :). I know it's quite different from the rest of ICF, but it gives new insight into Bella's past with Edward. Donations are still being accepted until June 14th, go <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ficsfornash/474.html">here</a> to find out where to go to donate. As little as $5 is enough to get this great compilation of fics while helping out the victims of the flooding in Tennessee. Thanks! xxGlitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-27109454768853005412010-06-04T06:38:00.000-07:002010-06-04T10:10:23.631-07:00Polyvore outfit sets for ICFI've made outfit sets on Polyvore for each chapter of I Caught Fire so far. The links are also available on my ff.net profile but I thought I'd post them here. I hope they add to your visual for the story:<br />
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<div><div style="height: 400px; position: relative; width: 400px;"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/chapter_azure/set?.embedder=1204799&.mid=embed&id=16895238"><img alt="Chapter 2: Azure" border="0" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFklMYUxMVlV3M3hHMmFRRU41WXB5YUEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Chapter 2: Azure" width="400" /></a><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/" style="bottom: 4px; position: absolute; right: 4px;"><img alt="Fashion Trends & Styles - Polyvore" src="http://cdn.polyvore.com/rsrc/img/logo_embed_alt_63x21.png" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Fashion Trends & Styles - Polyvore" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Pictease:</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Written teaser:</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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<div style="color: black; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB">I was in emotional turmoil. And it didn't have much to do with Jasper, or whoever that girl was. It was Edward. I missed him so desperately that every part of me ached to have him here. I wanted him to hold me, to tell me that everything was going to be okay – to take it all away. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><i>But of course, if he was here, this wouldn't be happening. You wouldn't even be here.</i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"> How I wished I could go back in time, that there was something, </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"><i>anything</i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-GB"> I could have done to prevent his maligned fate. The headlines in the local papers swam in my mind: 'Tragic Teen Takes Own Life', 'High School Sweethearts Separated By Suicide'. The ridiculous, banal words bounced around my head, and none of them seemed to apply to Edward and I, or to the devastation it had caused all those who knew him. Even all through the darkness of the depression he'd intermittently suffered from, I never would have thought that he would have resorted to that. These were thoughts I'd refused to let myself have in a long time, but it was as if the brief exchange with Kate the other day had opened a floodgate. Or maybe it was Jasper. I felt a jolt in my stomach as he came to mind, and sought to banish that particular thought. Either way, I had a sickening feeling that there was no going back. I was going to have to confront my emotions, rather than subsuming them in loneliness and nicotine.</span></span></div></blockquote><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Quite a deep moment there, but I didn't want to reveal too much from the rest of the chapter!</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">xxx</div><blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></blockquote>Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-91200065711346942322010-04-30T03:14:00.000-07:002010-04-30T09:25:22.295-07:00Chapter 6 TeasersAll the positive responses I got for the last chapter were great - thanks so much to all of you who read it, and especially to those who reviewed :).<br />
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Without further ado, here are the teasers - both a pictease and a written teaser:<br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">“I just don't want to get into something that's more than one night," she told me with a heavy sigh. "I can't do it. You wouldn't like who I was if you really knew me. You already know a little too much about me.”</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I realised she was referring to her own self-destructive habits, and she cast her eyes down in embarrassment. “That doesn't matter one bit. I doubt you'd like the real me, either,” I told her. Actually, it did matter, and I really hated that she did it, but I knew it was her problem to deal with. This conversation was getting a little too deep, considering the fact that we were in a loud rock club. “Okay, fine,” I added. “I know you're not looking for anything serious, and neither am I. Can't we just...hang out?” I left a pause for suggestiveness, but I was sure it wasn't necessary. She knew what I meant, either way. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">“I don't think that would be good for me,” she muttered, her expression still careful. <i>Well, actually, Bella, I think it would be very good for <b>me</b></i>. <i>But hey...</i>“You're not my type, Jasper. And I'm not the kind of girl you'd want. I'm not...normal.”</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Bella definitely wasn't my type either. For one thing, her breasts were definitely her own. I involuntarily shot a glance at her neckline, taking in the soft curves of her cleavage that peeked out of the tank top. Stop it! I returned my gaze to her face, and it seemed she hadn't noticed my blatant leering.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">“Can you even believe for just a second that I'm not some total jerk?”</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">“No,” she told me as she squared her hands on her hips, her brown eyes blazing with an unquenchable fire. She looked stunning, even if she was pissed at me, and I couldn't help feeling slightly in awe of her. “You're a bartender. I don't think that usually translates into being Mr Reliable.”</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In spite of myself, I bristled at that comment. “It's my fucking job, Bella,” I spat. “It doesn't make me who I am.”</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">“Then what does?” Her gaze was searching, and she looked like she was afraid of the answer.</div></blockquote><br />
Hope you all enjoyed that and the next chapter is coming soon.Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-76802577110645096592010-04-10T12:01:00.000-07:002010-04-10T12:22:28.626-07:00Chapter 5 Pictease and TeaserHi guys! Sorry for taking such a long-ass time to get around to this chapter, but I had to take a break to complete my thesis. Things are now pretty much back on schedule. The next chapter will go live hopefully early next week, it's currently with my wonderful beta.<br />
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Here's the pictease for Chapter 5: Control:<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-GB">“Bella,” Angela began reluctantly, “are your lips...bruised?” One of her eyebrows arched as she said this, and I knew there was no point trying to hide it from her. I was pretty sure she wouldn't tell anyone, so there was no chance of everyone on campus thinking I was a whore.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-GB">“So <i>that's</i> why you weren't in when I got home from the movies late last night,” she surmised, blushing a little herself. There was a pause, and I took another bite of my breakfast to alleviate the anxiety I felt about actually telling someone else something about my life.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-GB">“Yeah,” I said finally, looking her squarely in the eye. “I met this guy last night, and went back to his place. But shh. And he's not a psycho, don't worry.” As I said that, I had to stifle a snort. I had no idea whether Jasper was a psycho or not, he could have been. <i>No, I think he's just screwed up as hell about something. Maybe an ex-girlfriend</i>. Angela smiled kindly, taking a sip of her coffee and pouring a mug for me. I took the hot drink, cradling it in my hands as I waited for her to speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-GB">“Well, I guess it's your business, Bella,” she said quietly, stirring her coffee with pursed lips. Her expression was a little odd, and I was immediately worried. Had I said too much? I relaxed as her face creased into a smile. “Just tell me one thing,” she said in a conspiratorial tone. “Was he hot?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I laughed. That was so not an Angela thing to say, but I kind of loved her for saying it anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-GB">“Oh, Ang,” I sighed, twisting a strand of hair round my fingers. “You have no idea. It was amazing.”</span></div></blockquote><br />
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Enjoy!Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-5512112749363095222010-02-27T13:48:00.000-08:002010-06-04T09:55:36.355-07:00I Caught Fire Chapter 4 PicteaseSorry I didn't get this one up on Thursday as planned, but the chapter is on schedule to post on Monday, I think. It's not a smutty one this time, but it'll make sense when you read:<br />
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For those unfamiliar with London, it's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regent%27s_Park">Regent's Park</a>, one of London's eight <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Parks_of_London">Royal Parks</a>. A lot of the park is in the borough of Camden where Jasper and Bella both live, hence why I'm providing a picture. It will have a place in the story...<br />
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On a personal level and as a resident of the city it's my favourite park out of the big London ones - so beautiful. Enjoy!<br />
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xxxGlitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-19404289018853532192010-02-19T04:06:00.000-08:002010-06-04T09:54:53.727-07:00I Caught Fire Chapter 3 PicteaseA pictease for chapter 3. Enjoy!<br />
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What a picture. Yum! Chapter 3 will be up on Monday. Check out the teaser on the <a href="http://jaspersdarlins.blogspot.com/2010/02/teaser-tuesday_16.html">Darlins'</a> blog if you'd like to read an excerpt. xxxGlitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-30927367796270502192010-02-10T14:08:00.000-08:002010-03-15T09:58:27.678-07:00Pictease for Chapter 2 of 'I Caught Fire'Well, <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5731006/1/I_Caught_Fire">I Caught Fire</a>, my new Jasper/Bella fanfic is up - woooo! It's been a long time in the planning...am continuing with <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5486061/1/Beneath_A_Shattered_Sky">Beneath A Shattered Sky</a> too and a thesis so it's busy busy busy...<br />
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There will be a weekly pictease on this blog. The first one, for chapter 2 is below:<br />
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Chapter 2: Azure Eyes<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Enjoy! xxx</div>Glitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-33509943147681720392010-01-31T06:26:00.000-08:002010-01-31T07:28:45.688-08:00Teaser for my new fic!<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Summary: 20-year-old Bella Swan came to study in London to escape her painful past. She meets Jasper Whitlock, a charismatic bartender who hides the fact he is just as haunted as she is. Can they help each other to heal? M for profanity, disturbing imagery & graphic lemons.</span> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Teaser below. Please excuse grammar/spelling/flow errors as I'm still working on it & haven't sent it to my beta yet: </div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"></meta><title></title><meta content="OpenOffice.org 2.3 (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"></meta><style type="text/css">
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Comments will get Bella to wear those panties in a later chapter! *wink*<br />
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gg xxxGlitter Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340848203538565199noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608739372322427231.post-71259562693029366322010-01-31T05:45:00.000-08:002010-01-31T05:45:51.879-08:00Welcome everyone!This is my first blog ever, so excuse me for being a total n00b about how it all works. If you're on here leave me a comment and say hi!<br />
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I'm a fanfic writer & reader who indulges in between working on a thesis (if you have me on Twitter you'll hear me complaining about this on a regular basis). I frickin' love the Twifandom and decided to start a blog just for fun.<br />
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I'll be posting my favourite FF's up on here, as well as some pics and teasers. Coming up next, just for Tan - a teaser & a pictease for my Jasper/Bella A/H fic I will begin posting soon!<br />
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