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
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 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.”
“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?”