I love Esme's shoes so much, JS. Teaser for chapter 9 is coming soon! xx
Saturday, 19 June 2010
Friday, 4 June 2010
Fics4Nashville Teaser - ICF outtake
Donors/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:
"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.
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.
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."
I bit down on my lip. "Edward, please...I need you."
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 here 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! xx
Polyvore outfit sets for ICF
I'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:
Thursday, 20 May 2010
ICF Chapter 7 Teaser
Teasers for ICF chapter 7 - picture and written form. Enjoy!
Pictease:
Written teaser:
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. But of course, if he was here, this wouldn't be happening. You wouldn't even be here. How I wished I could go back in time, that there was something, anything 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.
Quite a deep moment there, but I didn't want to reveal too much from the rest of the chapter!
xxx
Friday, 30 April 2010
Chapter 6 Teasers
All 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 :).
Without further ado, here are the teasers - both a pictease and a written teaser:
“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.”
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.
“I don't think that would be good for me,” she muttered, her expression still careful. Well, actually, Bella, I think it would be very good for me. But hey...“You're not my type, Jasper. And I'm not the kind of girl you'd want. I'm not...normal.”
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.
“Can you even believe for just a second that I'm not some total jerk?”
“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.”
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.”
“Then what does?” Her gaze was searching, and she looked like she was afraid of the answer.
Hope you all enjoyed that and the next chapter is coming soon.
Saturday, 10 April 2010
Chapter 5 Pictease and Teaser
Hi 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.
Here's the pictease for Chapter 5: Control:
And the teaser:
“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.
“So that's 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.
“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. No, I think he's just screwed up as hell about something. Maybe an ex-girlfriend. 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.
“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?”
I laughed. That was so not an Angela thing to say, but I kind of loved her for saying it anyway.“Oh, Ang,” I sighed, twisting a strand of hair round my fingers. “You have no idea. It was amazing.”
Hope you liked it!
xxx
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
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