So, I have one last FGB Eclipse Auction thingy left, and it's for a wonderful and loyal reader named acinad. I came to her with an idea and said 'There's no way in hell I can do it in one chapter, are you good with a short story?' Needless to say, she was all for it.
The next thing I decided was that I wanted to do something in Third POV, a writing exercise of sorts for me, since I'm generally all EPOV or BPOV. I'll be honest, the story doesn't have a name yet... I'm on the fence about a few of them. However, it will be posting daily in the days leading up to Christmas. It's my gift to both acinad and all of my lovely readers. Of course acinad gets it first LOL.
Since I've been so AWOL lately, I thought I would give you a little peek into the new short story of Bella and Edward, who my beta has dubbed skiward. You'll know why in a second.
Enjoy! A second teaser of this upcoming story will be posted on the Twi Girls Next Door blog! *~*~*~
“Why does she need to be overprotective of you? I mean, you’re a young twenty something guy who looks like he could clearly handle his own. Does she think the big bad woman is going to come and hurt you?” Bella laughed at the image herself being some sort of succubus to the younger man, and though the image was somewhat appealing, it was far from the truth.
“I’m 22 actually, and yeah, I can handle myself. I’ve been out on my own long enough to know better than to do something stupid.“ Bella laughed again, unable to think of Edward as being old enough to know about anything other than skiing and women. Wasn’t that what Aspen ski instructors lived for during the busy season anyways? “Wow 22, huh? Yeah, you’ve lived life alright.” Edward frowned slightly as Bella laughed again, clearly mocking his age. Rosalie came over a moment later with Bella’s dinner and slid it in front of her as Edward watched her curiously.
“Are you laughing at me, Bella? Yeah, I may be 22 years old but my life has been far from normal. How old are you?”
“Didn’t you learn never to ask a woman older than you her age?” Bella queried as Edward let out a small laugh of her his own. Yes, he was younger than she was, though he couldn’t venture her age based on the short conversation they had shared. He would guess based on her looks that she wasn’t any older than 35, but even then it didn’t deter him. Bella was beautiful and though she called to his body and his mind, he just wanted to get to know her. She was intriguing.
“Yeah, my mom told me that once. I rarely paid much attention to her.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to eat something? I mean, I feel kind of bad eating my pasta while you sit there.” Bella was ignoring Edward’s question, not really wanting to get into more personal details about herself. She was enjoying their simple conversation, but discussing her age, Seattle or her daughter Charlie was something that wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m sure. I already ate. Anyways, I thought I could take a few minutes and pick your brain.”
“About what?” Bella questioned as she was about to spoon some penne noodles into her mouth. She clamped her mouth shut down around the fork and watched Edward keenly. He knew that she was deflecting answering his question about her age, but it wasn’t important to him. He was curious about her and why she was here in Aspen.
“I’m not that interesting,” Bella replied as she finished her fork full of dinner and reached in her bowl for another.
“I beg to differ,” Edward claimed confidently as Bella blushed and took another bite. “I think you are a lot more interesting than you give yourself credit for. For instance… why are you in Aspen three days before Christmas?”
Guess what? Most of my RL fuckery is over, so I am happy to say the latest chapter of Room 15 will be posted in the next 24-48 hours. Awesome huh?
So, I thought I would post a lovely teaser for all of you patient readers. There was a teaser two weeks over over on the Twi Girls Next Door Blog, since I am their author of the month, so if you want, head on over for some more insight by clicking here.
Onto the new teaser:
“She’s certainly a pistol,” my father remarked acerbically as I felt my stomach roll as I watched Bella walk out the door. I wanted to get up and bring her back to the table, all the while insisting to my father that she was important to me, that she was someone I saw in my future, and someone who actually supported my dreams, but I was silent. “I don’t mean that in a positive light, Edward.”
“You don’t have to like her, Dad. She’s not a part of your life; she’s a part of mine.”
“That’s ridiculous, Edward. She’s hardly a part of your life. How long have you even known the girl… a few weeks?” My father twirled his spoon in his coffee slowly, my fingers watching with too much focus as I fumbled with the words I wanted to say. They were on the tip of my tongue but nothing came out. “Come on, Son, you need to be reasonable and realistic. She’s a competitor for the internship and obviously a distraction. Girls like that always try and take away your focus from the task at hand and we’ve worked too hard for you to get where you are, for you to just throw it away.”
“We’ve worked for nothing, Dr. Cullen… I’ve done the work. The continuous string of reports, the medical journals I’ve read, I did the extra credit work and sucked up to your friends looking for great referrals in the future. You didn’t do anything.”
“Don’t act so ungrateful. You know for a fact that you wouldn’t be where you are right now if it wasn’t for me. Who do you think got the rules bent so you could get admitted to medical school here? Your grades in undergrad were mediocre at best. Don’t fool yourself, Edward. You have me to thank for where you are.”
A bit about me... fan fic lover & writer. Likes weaving belly button lint, taking underwater basketweaving class at the Y and spelling things with a U like humour, flavour and favourite. I also enjoy penis euphemisms, eating pancakes and colouring outside of the lines.