Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Secret Santa

Depressed over thinking she’ll be fired before the holidays, Bella decides to get drunk at the company party. Woken the next morning by Rose texting her to look at Facebook posts from the night before, she realizes exactly how drunk she got—and it’s bad. She and Santa were very naughty, but the worst comes when Bella realizes exactly who was playing Santa. Suddenly, Bella’s last day takes on new meaning as she struggles to resist temptation.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Memento Mori Chapter Ten

“I only ran to avoid killing you.” Edward and Isabella sat together on the edge of the charred dais.

“You came back for me?”

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Memento Mori Chapter Nine

Edward wasn’t positive how he’d gotten himself stuck in the cell the vampire had been locked in as though he was some criminal. It didn't escape his notice that in his mind he was referring to her as ‘the vampire’ again. He should have known she’d save herself and leave him to his own pathetic fate. It was in her nature, really, and he couldn't even fault her for it. It irked him, he couldn't deny that, but he knew she couldn't help herself. It was like the feeding frenzy that she couldn't stop even with great effort.

Monday, October 29, 2018

Memento Mori Chapter Eight

As she lay there within the echoing walls, the voices crowded in her head. There was a vampire she was familiar with that gained new powers after suffering great trauma. Isabella wasn't quite pleased with the new talent she’d acquired, since she couldn't silence the constant noise.

“Get the fuck out of my head!” she screamed.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Memento Mori Chapter Seven

There were more voices inside Isabella’s head than she was used to. It seemed she could hear everyone within the town. There were thoughts of breakfast and baths, getting to work in the fields or the town. Only one voice caught her attention—that of Edward. She felt that he was nearby, the bond between them aching behind her ribcage. She tried to reach out to him with her mind, but she was uncertain if such a thing were possible. He was in an alley, searching for food. It gave her the most unpleasant feeling; one of caring what happened to him more than what happened to her. She had thought the mate bond consisted of bloodlust and lust of the flesh, not endearing feelings of devotion.

Saturday, October 27, 2018

Memento Mori Chapter Six

Edward woke to darkness. He assumed he was dead, and he didn't like the looks of the afterlife. He was cold, for one thing. He didn’t see his farm, or anything else, for that matter. There were no angels, no clouds, but also no demons. He sat up tentatively and discovered his head throbbed like no other. He couldn't seem to catch his bearings from his position, so he moved to all fours until he was positive he could straighten without keeling over.

Friday, October 26, 2018

Memento Mori Chapter Five

The pounding was back. Edward couldn't decide if it was in his head or on the door. He cracked an eye and looked around, squinting in the bright light. It was such an insistent sound that it made him want to slam his head against the wall to drown it out, but he figured that wouldn't help. Instead, he got out of bed and answered the door.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Memento Mori Chapter Four

When next he woke, it was almost a repeat of the night before. He was disoriented and thought he’d had a strange dream. The difference was that the sun was shining and someone was banging on his door.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Memento Mori Chapter Three

He was alone when he next woke to a darkened sky and frigid room. He rose slowly from his bed feeling weak but no longer dizzy. He made his way into his small kitchen area and cut a hunk of bread from the hard loaf on the counter. He was an abysmal baker, but he’d learned to make do. He leaned heavily on the counter as he tried to reconcile what had happened. He came to the conclusion that he’d dreamed the encounter with the red-eyed woman.

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Memento Mori Chapter Two

She knew she’d found him when she caught his scent. Her nostrils flared, as did her thirst. Her coven leader had warned her that her mate was likely her blood singer, judging by her intense need to find him. She longed to feed, to satiate the burn raging in her throat. Her hand went up to cup her neck as she moved silently forward, hearing with a new clarity the banal words he was thinking. Everything had previously sounded like it was coming through a radio station just out of range—she could make out what he thought, but it was fraught with static. As she moved in his direction, his inner voice was clear as a bell. He was harvesting something, worried about the profit to be made, and pondering the offer made by a Jacob Black.

Monday, October 22, 2018

Memento Mori Chapter One

Every day for the past twenty-two years, she’d heard the thoughts in his mind. From baby babblings to the thoughts of a grown man helping his father provide for the family, it had all been there inside her mind, too. She knew he lived in a place with misty forests and perpetual rain, but he had no name for the location beyond the town of Forks. Isabella had never heard of such a place, and neither had any of the vampires she encountered on her search for her soulmate.

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

1,500 Acres Ten Years Later

“You want me to do what?”

“Lower your voice, Edward.”

“She’s my baby! He’s old.”

“She’s twenty-two, and he’s thirty. Try again.”

“He’s too old for her.”

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Façade Outtake—Carlisle

Selling tchotchkes in a town so small it wasn't even incorporated was never part of my long-term goals. My life had changed drastically in the past year, and not simply because all the plans I made with Bella went to shit. No, the thanks—and the blame—could be laid on Jasper's shoulders. The prick had paid off his old comáre to claim she witnessed me killing Gianna. I snorted as I thought about it, picking up a brass candlestick and wiping down the glass shelf under it. I pictured taking out a hit on him in the prison they'd buried him in, but, of course, that wouldn't happen. My movements were locked down so tight I couldn't take a crap without the marshals knowing about it. I had done nothing as crass as shooting that puttana in my living room. I was much more inventive than that, and there was absolutely no chance that her body would ever be found.

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

1,500 Acres Outtake

We ran through the dark like a pair of children, hands clasped and hushed giggles escaping my throat. I had never in my life done something quite so carefree, or even—dare I say—scandalous, and it made me slightly hysterical. The door to the truck creaked as Edward opened it, and I laughed some more, covering my mouth with my hand like it was some clandestine meeting rather than my truck in our backyard. There was very little moonlight so we did almost everything by memory instead of real sight. In my mind’s eye, I saw his green eyes shining with lust as he closed us in our temporary haven.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

1,500 Acres Future Take Part Two

Our love is unconditional
We knew it from the start
I can see it in your eyes
You can feel it from my heart
From here on after
Let's stay the way we are right now
And share all the love and laughter
That a lifetime will allow

I cross my heart
And promise to
Give all I've got to give
To make all your dreams come true
In all the world
You'll never find
A love as true as mine

You will always be the miracle
That makes my life complete
And as long as there's a breath in me
I'll make yours just as sweet
As we look into the future
It's as far as we can see
So let's make each tomorrow
Be the best that it can be

I cross my heart
And promise to
Give all I've got to give
To make all your dreams come true
In all the world
You'll never find
A love as true as mine

And if along the way we find a day
It starts to storm
You've got the promise of my love
To keep you warm

~George Strait, I Cross My Heart

Friday, September 14, 2018

FAÇADE Epilogue

I am not ashamed anymore
I want something so impure
You better impress now, watching my dress now, fall to the floor
Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin
Begging you to take me
Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, bet you play to win, heaven gonna hate me

~Halsey, Not Afraid Anymore

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

1,500 Acres Future Take Part One

Love ain't a candle
It doesn't burn for one night
And need the dark to shine
Love is alive
And love ain't just a word
In every dictionary
But nowhere defined
Love is a man and he's mine

Love is alive
And at our breakfast table
Every day of the week
Love is alive
And it grows every day and night
Even in our sleep
Love is alive
And it's made a happy woman out of me
Oh, love is alive
And here by me

Love ain't just a mood
A distant far away dream
That needs the night to rise
Love is alive
And love ain't just a song
Sweet words of music
To go dancin' by
Love is a man and he's mine

~ The Judds, Love is Alive

Monday, September 10, 2018

FAÇADE Chapter 33

Love has no fear, love has no reason
Stop standing on the edge
Take my hand, erase the past forever
Love makes no sense, love has no name
Love is never wrong and never needs a reason
It can make you better
It can change you slowly

~Amy Lee, Love Exists

No lesson needed. Love truly is everything.

Friday, September 7, 2018

FAÇADE Chapter 32

This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night
Everybody scream, everybody scream
This is Halloween

~Marilyn Manson, This is Halloween

When I would do anything for my girls.

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

1,500 Acres Chapter 17

Delicate buds were perched like luminescent pearls on outstretched branches. They littered the ground like a kid gone crazy with confetti, leaving the most beautiful backdrop. Spring had arrived on the farm, and the signs were everywhere. Hatchlings squawked from the nests high in the trees, Lucy nursed a bow-legged foal, the pigpen was empty and had been moved, and—best of all—it was my wedding day.

Monday, September 3, 2018

FAÇADE Chapter 31

Storms are raging on a rollin’ sea
Down the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
But you ain’t seen nothing like me yet
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the Earth for you
Make you happy, make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love

~ Garth Brooks, To Make You Feel My Love

When guilt and worth were the words of the day.