Chapter 30 should be up on Tuesday 29th!
Guest room and bathroom
Guest room and bathroom
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Chapter 27, Pic Tease
Chapter 27 will be up at the end of the week. Thank you for your continued patience.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Chapter 20 Teaser
On entering the suite, I kick the door shut behind me and clumsily drop my shopping on the kitchen table. Prior to my dream, I probably would have joked around and called out ‘Honey, I’m home.’ I can’t really do that now, of course.
I’m playing house with Edward Cullen. Playing being the key word. I better be careful, or before I know it, I’ll be telling him off for leaving the toilet seat up, or demanding that he take out the trash.
This whole suite/mini-apartment thing must be messing with my head.
Edward bounds over from the living room, either really excited that I bought candy or really glad that I’ve returned. Perhaps it’s both.
“You’re back,” he says, grinning.
“I am indeed.”
Returning to Edward makes me smile to myself. He’s put a pair of pajama pants on, but he’s wearing the same t-shirt. I bite my lip as I check out his arms. He chuckles as he steps forward to greet me, touching me gently on the forearm. I smile in return, but the moment is a little awkward. I think he wants to hug me, but he steps back, probably knowing it’s too much too soon. Not thinking quickly enough, I shuffle on the spot for a few seconds before scrambling to say something to mask our awkwardness.
“They had chocolate swans,” I say excitedly, showing him the box. “No chocolate Cullens, though, which was disappointing. I would’ve liked the opportunity to bite your mother’s head off.”
When all else fails, make fun of a Democrat.
It’s my family’s default position.
Edward smirks, taking the box from me.
“And what would you have done with a chocolate Edward?” he teases.
“I'd probably take a bite out of him as well, and in order to do that I’d have to put his head in my mouth…” I trail off, waggling my eyebrows.
“Oh, come on now,” he says, challenging me. “You can do better than that.”
“What? Like put him in the spare room in Barbie’s funhouse?” I suggest dryly.
“Funhouse, did you say?” He winks. “I don’t think I’ll enjoy it there. Barbie isn’t my type. I prefer brunettes. Well, ever since I met you.”
“We met when we were like five,” I point out. “We weren’t strangers on that train.”
I’m playing house with Edward Cullen. Playing being the key word. I better be careful, or before I know it, I’ll be telling him off for leaving the toilet seat up, or demanding that he take out the trash.
This whole suite/mini-apartment thing must be messing with my head.
Edward bounds over from the living room, either really excited that I bought candy or really glad that I’ve returned. Perhaps it’s both.
“You’re back,” he says, grinning.
“I am indeed.”
Returning to Edward makes me smile to myself. He’s put a pair of pajama pants on, but he’s wearing the same t-shirt. I bite my lip as I check out his arms. He chuckles as he steps forward to greet me, touching me gently on the forearm. I smile in return, but the moment is a little awkward. I think he wants to hug me, but he steps back, probably knowing it’s too much too soon. Not thinking quickly enough, I shuffle on the spot for a few seconds before scrambling to say something to mask our awkwardness.
“They had chocolate swans,” I say excitedly, showing him the box. “No chocolate Cullens, though, which was disappointing. I would’ve liked the opportunity to bite your mother’s head off.”
When all else fails, make fun of a Democrat.
It’s my family’s default position.
Edward smirks, taking the box from me.
“And what would you have done with a chocolate Edward?” he teases.
“I'd probably take a bite out of him as well, and in order to do that I’d have to put his head in my mouth…” I trail off, waggling my eyebrows.
“Oh, come on now,” he says, challenging me. “You can do better than that.”
“What? Like put him in the spare room in Barbie’s funhouse?” I suggest dryly.
“Funhouse, did you say?” He winks. “I don’t think I’ll enjoy it there. Barbie isn’t my type. I prefer brunettes. Well, ever since I met you.”
“We met when we were like five,” I point out. “We weren’t strangers on that train.”
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Venue Pictures for SF Chapters
Fairmont Heritage Place, Ghirardelli Square
Click here for virtual tour of the suite (yes, important for Ch 18, 19 etc)
Click here for virtual tour of the suite (yes, important for Ch 18, 19 etc)
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