Lack of Color Chapter 22 Teaser

Considering all the fuckery in my life these days, I'm shocked I will be able to post this week. Regardless, this chapter is going to the pre-readers today, so I thought you all deserved a nice teaser. Enjoy!

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just been a rough week and I’m not sleeping all that well,” he admitted. He sounded downright depressed, so I did the only thing I could think of. I just wanted to make him smile.

“Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight?”

“Bella, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? You need to eat, right?”

“Of course I do,” he replied with a small laugh before he grew silent. “Listen, I’m sorta swamped here at work. Can I think about it?”

“Yeah… I guess so.” I was growing frustrated by his reluctance, but I was also trying to have patience. If I was being honest, I just wanted to go back to my life five years ago. I wanted everything back, like yesterday, so it was hard to take it when he pushed me off like that.

“Have you been keeping your phone off?” he questioned, his voice tight with anxiety.

“With the exception of this call and a few to Kate, yeah.”

“Good… keep it up. Apparently Peter has been calling my mom quiet often since he believes, and rightfully so, that Emmett got your stuff from the hotel. She promised not to give Peter any details on Emmett or I, but I have a feeling he’s going to get more devious soon.”

On a side note, my FIL past away on Friday, so life is a bit hectic. Until I can post again, why don't you go read this interesting story I found courtesy of the Fictionators today: Into the Woods by Oprah Winfrey. No... not the Oprah, just a catchy penname. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7490217/1/In_the_Woods

Lack of Color Chapter 21 Teaser

I watched Bella intently as we ate in silence and I tried to weigh all my options regarding her previous question. At the heart of it, it was a simple choice: either I wanted to be with Bella again or I didn’t. I took a sip of my drink and looked at her from the corner of my eye, watching as she licked some peanut butter from her bottom lip.

She had been through a lot of shit in the past few years, but the crux of it all was that I couldn’t help but think that she was still the same girl I was madly in love with for a few short months. She seared herself into my heart on the very first day I met her, and if I am being honest with myself, I’ve never truly let go of her. I tried, oh how I had tried to move on, but I had never truly let myself be with anyone else again.

Bella was it for me, I knew that, but I also couldn’t help that niggling voice in the back of my head reminding me how completely she had broken me. Between the loss of our baby, her father and her appalling behavior with Peter, I wasn’t sure I could move past everything. I didn’t know how.
“Are you alright?” Bella asked, as she finished her toast and put her crumb-filled plate on the coffee table.

“You seem tense."

“Yeah... just thinking.”

“About?”

“Everything really."
 
 
** I promise this is with pre-readers and I am hoping to get it posted soon. However, RL has shit all over me lately (my kid is pretty sick and I have a trade-show this week for work.) The next chapter may take a little bit before I post**

Lack of Color Chapter 18 Teaser

I'd like to say I'm turning over a new leaf and really want to post teasers more often, either here or on the Fictionators, but I'm slack. Let's face it. I'll post when I remember, but I will try and keep the chapters coming as often as possible. Like this next one... it should post by Friday:

Regardless of the fallout currently happening with Edward and me, I would have kept him or her and raised them. I would have loved that child more than anything in the world. My hand wrapped around my stomach, as I was apt to do these days, and stared outside at the snow that was falling softly in the early night.

My mother was hovering close by in the kitchen, drinking a tea while talking to her husband about arrangements for Charlie’s funeral, which was going to be held in two days. The hospital had called her when I was unconscious because she was listed as my emergency contact, following my dad of course.

I hadn’t been pleased when I saw her walk into my hospital room two days after my father had passed. She barked out orders to the nurses and insisted on seeing my doctor immediately, before she even came close to me to offer any sort of consolation. In fact, she skipped completely over the fact that I had been pregnant and acted like I was just sick or depressed because of my father’s passing. Even as I glanced into the kitchen and saw her smiling as she spoke to Marcus, I loathed her for acting like coming to Forks was a pain in the ass for her and my pregnancy was a blemish to her perfect little life.

“Isabella, would you like any dinner?” Renee called out from the kitchen as I heard her going through the cupboards. “There’s not much here, but I could probably get together some soup, or we could call out to that little Chinese place in town you always liked.” Renee finished by coming into the room and stroking my hair softly, which caused me to cringe.

“They closed down China Star two months after you left Dad.”

“Oh… well that was a shame. I always enjoyed their food,” she said simply. “I can always run down to the grocery store I suppose. It’s still open this late, right?”

“I’m not hungry.”

Lack of Color Chapter 15 Teaser

I know, I've been slack at updating, but RL is busy, so sue me :) Enjoy the teaser instead. The next two chapters are with the beta and I'm working on 17 as we speak.

“What in the fuck has he done to you?” I shouted, as my blood pressure rose and I was practically shaking with fury. I wanted to hunt my cousin down and beat the shit out of him, but I had something more important to deal with. I bent down, crouching close to Bella’s side and tried to console her as best as I could, but she was crying uncontrollably.


“It’s… there’s…” she mumbled incoherently as the elevator reached the top level and I hoisted her up into my arms, bracing her tightly to me, as we stepped off into the loft.


Not a lot had changed since the last time I had been there. The same furniture remained, but Emmett had covered everything with drop cloths. All of my art supplies, easels and canvases had either been ruined or put away, so the place looked pathetic; desolate and empty. It was hard to recall the life and love that had encompassed the apartment a few years earlier, but it was like a distant ghost in the room. Each corner held a memory of our time together.


“I’m going to put you down for a second. I need to strip the dust covers off the furniture,” I explained as I set Bella down and like I expected, she crumbled beneath her weight. I still had my arm under her, so she didn’t fall down too hard against the floor.


Once Bella was somewhat settled on the floor, her sobs subsided slightly, I quickly made my way around the room and stripped the covers off the furniture. They looked in decent shape, time clearly hadn’t affected them at all, but it was almost too much for me to deal with. It had been so long since I had been in the loft and around my former home that I wasn’t sure I would be able to handle it all.

Fandom Gives Back: BD1

It's the most wonderful time of the year.... **skips happily thinking about seeing Breaking Dawn tomorrow night**

Anyways, this blog post is written to remind you to donate to the Fandom Gives Back Alex's Lemonade Stand in order to receive a compilation chock filled with stories, outtakes and original fiction by over 80 authors.

Unfortunately this year the promotion of FGB has kinda fell by the wayside, so if you can take two minutes and tweet, FB and blog about FGB, I'm sure it would be much appreciated. They have a small goal, just $15k, which is tiny compared to the over $200k they have raised in the past auctions. Support the fandom and Alex's Lemonade.

 I have my entry ready to go, the first chapter of a new story that I plan to start posting in the new year. It made my beta excited, so I hope you like it too. Here's a little teaser for you:
 
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his English accent clear as day, as my heart skipped a beat. “

Sure, I guess,” I replied like the fool I felt I was. I literally held my breath as he sat down beside me and I only exhaled when I saw him. He was so very handsome, it almost took my breath away. With his dark green eyes, unruly hair and defined features, I daresay he is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. 

“I’m Bella.” 

“I know,” he replied cryptically. “We have Global Communications together.” I’m taken aback at how I could have missed him in a class with me but then I remembered how the class has over 100 students and is held in a huge lecture hall. It’s easy to understand how we could have missed each other. Except he didn’t miss me, did he? 

“Are you a third year too?” 

“No, but when I transferred I needed a few extra courses to be able to graduate in the spring. I’m technically in my fourth year.” 

“Oh.” 

“I’m Edward Masen,” he declared firmly and I smile as his accent rolls the ‘r’ in his name, which caused him to blush. He’s adorable, even though he’s a little stiff, but he’s British, so I wouldn’t hold that against him. 

“So Edward Masen, why are you sitting out here on the porch with me while there is a wild party going on inside?” I asked, curious as to why I have a visitor all of a sudden. Not that I was complaining. He was definitely better than Alice gushing over the new guy or Emmett pressuring me to enjoy myself. 

“College parties aren’t really my scene, I suppose.” 

“You’re a boy of college age, who attends the UDub, but parties aren’t your scene? Are you feeling aright?” 

“Never better."

Lack of Color Chapter 8 Teaser

“I have something planned for us today,” he stated as I watched him shove some food into his freezer without care.

“Is it another painting? Do you need me to get undressed?”

“As much as I might regret this, no…your clothes should stay on.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I asked with a laugh as I watched Edward put away some bottles of paint and other supplies, before he came towards me, a grin covering his face.

“I know…I’ve been kicking myself for making this decision too.” Edward held up his hands and made the motion like he was weighing something before stating, “Nude Bella or Date with Bella”, over and over again. It appeared that ‘Date with Bella’ was the clear winner.

“So, we’re going on a date, huh?”

“That is the next logical step, right?” Edward asked, clearly unsure of himself. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what the next step in our switch from friendship to more should be either. I’d never gone from being a nude model to…whatever it was Edward and I were doing. However, I guess a date was as good of a start as anything.

“It’s perfect,” I replied with a soft kiss to his cheek as Edward grabbed my hand in his and then pulled me up from the couch.

“Good…now I hope those are comfortable shoes, cause we will be walking a bit.” I glanced down at my footwear and determined that I would be fine as Edward led us from his apartment and back down to his car. 

** Hoping to post on Wednesday :) **

Lack of Color Chapter 4 Teaser

A little BPOV from the past shall we:

With my bag over my shoulder and an unsettled stomach, I pressed the button for
his loft and waited anxiously. Within seconds the thick steel door flew open and
there stood Edward, paint splattered and completely adorable.

“You are on time,” he breathed out slowly, clearly trying to catch his breath.

“I always like to be prompt,” I replied, my stomach tumbling again as I followed him
through the door and we took the service elevator up to his space. He leaned against
the steel grate surrounding us and I couldn’t help but notice his eyes surveying me. I
felt uncomfortable. “Is everything alright?”

“Just fine,” Edward said as he roughly pushed the old elevator door open and then
we stepped into his loft. “I hope I didn’t make you feel odd. I was just trying to
decide how best to pose you for today’s session and was trying to survey you.”

“So, we are jumping right into it, huh?”

“Well...yeah. Is that okay?”

“Of course. That’s why I’m here, after all.”

I set my bag down on the couch and then I tensed. What the hell was I supposed
to do next? I didn’t want to stop and strip right where I stood because that hadn’t
exactly gone over well the last time I was here, but when I looked at Edward, he was
just leaning against his kitchen island with a grin on his face.

“I’ve set up a changing area behind the screen over there for you,” he explained as he
pointed to a lovely Japanese style tri-fold screen on the far side of the room. “There’s
also a robe for you. Get undressed and put on the robe, then come back to me. I’m

going to get everything ready to go.”

I nodded slowly and followed his instructions to the tee. I needed the money and
this would probably be the easiest money I would earn in a very long time. After all,
it’s not like it took a great deal of effort to sit still, right?

As I started to undress, I noticed a small chair with a silken robe sitting on top of
it. Edward had done his work to try and make me feel comfortable, but once I was
nude and reached for the robe, I noticed it was indecently short. I mean, one bend at
the waist and he would see everything.

Oh, for Christ’s sake Bella, he’s painting you in the nude. He’s gonna see everything
anyways.