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Room 15 Chapter 22 Teaser

I'm trying not to be slack about updating the blog. I used to be really good, then real life came in and ruined it. Here's the teaser:

Ever since Esme had gone out and purchased a laptop with the assistance of Bella, I had been cursing myself for even mentioning it. Each day, several times a day, I would get phone calls from my mother wanting help with something computer related. If it wasn’t how to get onto her email it was something about how to use her web cam or how to find people on Facebook. It was bloody ridiculous.

“I’m trying to do this on my own. I want to surprise him.”

“I don’t even want to know what you have planned, but if you keep this shit up I’ll be late for work.”

“Oh, whatever. Ralph loves me. Just tell him it was my fault.”

“Oh believe me, I will. Now will you stop playing around on Skype please. You have Charlie’s number, call him and get his help.”

“He’s working the afternoon shift, so he won’t be around until after dinner. Please Edward?” I let out a huge, overdramatic sigh, and at that moment Bella walked into my bedroom with her book bag slung over her shoulder. She was finishing her exams today and looked absolutely beat.

In the past few days, she had been staying over so that we could manage a little time together. When I was at work, she studied and when she was at school, I caught up on my sleep or worked some more. It was hard, but rewarding. I had my girlfriend, a great job, I was playing music and loving it. However, at this exact moment, I really had to go. “What if I got Bella to help you?”

Bella began flailing her arms wildly, motioning that she didn’t want to do it and I felt a pang of remorse for suggesting it in the first place. “Hold on, mom.” I covered my hand over the receiver and looking at Bella with my best puppy dog eyes. “Can you please help her with this one little thing for the computer? Ralph begged me to come in early today and I’m already running late. I promise a back rub or something when I get home tonight.”

“Or something is right,” she said with a scowl as I stood from the bed and kissed her lightly on her lips. I tasted Jack Daniels.

“Celebrate after the exam?”

“I may have gone out with a few people from class. Now, give me the damn phone and go get your fine ass to work.” I kissed Bella again, this time with a little more energy and we both began giggling when we heard my mother yelling on the phone at us. Apparently, I may have groaned just a little too loudly when Bella’s liquor laced tongue slipped between my lips. Bella stepped back and grabbed the phone as she rolled her eyes. “Good afternoon, Esme. What disaster have we encountered today with the laptop?”

Room 15 Chapter 21 Teaser

I know, I've been slack on the blog lately, but don't hold it against me. RL sucks huge. Anyways, I'm hoping to post the latest chapter of Room 15 either tomorrow or Saturday, but enjoy a teaser until then.
“Well...where do I start?” Esme asked casually, no doubt pleased with the way the entire scene had gone down. She had confided in me during the last week or two that she and Carlisle had been having troubles for years in their marriage, some of which were allayed when she was battling cancer, but things seemed to have gone back to normal now that she was in the clear.

Esme had suspected for years that Carlisle had been cheating on her, though she had no solid proof, but I found it completely baffling that Carlisle would accuse her of cheating...with my father no less. He was clearly grasping at straws, knowing full well that it was him who was in the wrong. In what I had seen of Carlisle in the past few weeks, I wouldn’t put it past him to be cheating on his wife. Nothing that man did shocked me anymore.

“How about you start at the beginning?”

“Well, I was born on a warm summer morning back in 1963,” Esme began to say with a giggle as I snorted in my seat beside Edward and he narrowed his eyes at me briefly.

“Oh come on, that was funny.”

“You said to start at the beginning, Edward.”

“How much did she have to drink?” he asked under his breath as I laughed again at his concern. He was being beyond cute in dealing with this whole thing. I could tell he was so worried about what was going on with his mother, but I think drinking was really the least of his concerns.

“I don’t know, Edward. We weren’t there long enough for me to compile a log of your mother’s liquor intake,” I replied snidely as we stopped at a red light and he gave me a brief look of sadness. I felt bad for him, being kept in the dark about...well...everything, like he had, but it hadn’t been my place to say anything in the first place. Esme confided in me as a friend, and I wasn’t about to do anything to jeopardize that. From the first moment I met her I knew she needed someone, anyone, to talk to. If nothing else, I could be that ear that listened to her and the shoulder she cried on.

“Oh Edward, don’t be such a stick in the mud,” Esme added from the back as her hand reached forward and patted Edward haphazardly about his face. Okay, so maybe she had a little more to drink than I thought she had. “Be less like your father. Enjoy life. Don’t be a fuddy duddy.”

Finding Bree Tanner Teaser - Chapter 4

I know it's been a while since I posted a teaser, so how about one from my newest story? Here ya Go! Enjoy!

“Afternoon boys,” she said sweetly as she welcomed us on the driveway of the house. “Don’t you two make an adorable couple? The butch and the femme, so cute.” Emmett snorted beside me, finding her incorrect assumption funny as hell, but I wasn’t laughing. Was there something about Emmett and that was giving off the gay vibe?

“Excuse me?” I questioned sternly as Emmett grabbed my arm and stopped me in my tracks.

“Oh come on honey, clearly darling Claire here thinks I’m the femme,” Emmett commented before he leaned in and whispered to me. “Pretend for a little bit, that way we can get information out of her.”

“Fuck… fine,” I stammered as I sucked in a deep breath and turned back towards a confused Claire. “So… the house? What can you tell us about it?”

Claire led us into the two thousand square foot home and we walked around slowly, with her showing us all the features and amenities. The house was fully furnished and was really stylish, probably something that appealed to Bella in keeping up her ruse for her parents. Clearly this house said that she was doing well in life, and probably reassured Charlie and Renee, so they didn’t have to worry about her. “So, what do you boys think about it?

“I think it’s beautiful,” Emmett gushed overdramatically. “The colors really pop and I love these window treatments. I think I saw something like this on a recent issue of Better Homes and Gardens. Is this toile?”

AWOL....

Hi All!

I know, I've been AWOL from my blog for a bit, but I am trying to juggle too many balls at once it seems. That can kinda sound dirty. Here's a little FYI about what is going down these days in the life of CPW:

1. A Beautiful Mess is in the process of winding down. There will be a teaser tomorrow over on the Fictionators blog. There are 2 chapters and an epilogue left. I'm all sorts of sad.

2. Room 15 is still a work in progress and I just sent the latest chapter to my beta tonight. Hoping to update by the weekend.

3. I stupidly started a new fic, Finding Bree Tanner, which is about Edward and Emmett on a trip in Southern California, looking for Edward's ex girlfriend, who now goes by the name Bree Tanner... and is a porn star. It's all comedy, I swear.

4. Also I'm nominated over on the Twinklings Blog for an author award, Maestro I think, for best use of music in fic. Feel free to vote for me or anyone else you love. There's like hundreds of nominees :)

5. Thanks to everyone for their sweet words and condolences. As some of you know, my mother unexpectedly passed away on December 16th, and that was why I had to take a break. Real life is still not normal, nor will it ever be again, but I thank you for your patience and friendship.

Okay, that's it for tonight. I promise a Room 15 teaser in a few days! :)

Hiatus

Hey All,

You know how much I love to write, so it pains me to have to do this, but I have a family medical emergency that required my attention much more than fan fiction, so for the current time I won't be updating any of my stories, this includes Room 15 and A Beautiful Mess.

I did write a short story for Christmas and I am hoping to post that, but it depends on what happens with my life. Believe me, I would much prefer to post my stories than go through my RL drama, but alas, my family comes first.

Thanks for understanding and I hope you all have a happy and safe New Years.

Bring on the Holidays

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!
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“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.

“You.”

“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?”