I missed Sunday's post and I'm sorry... Like sorry enough to want to punch a kitten. The weather in my neck of the woods, Smoky Mtns, has been horrible...
So being the sales woman I am...I'll give you a two for one special.
Tomorrow afternoon, Wednesday, I'll post both Sunday and Thursday's chapters.
Lots of love
Amanda
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Chapter 11 Teaser
Bella's POV
“Are you ready?” Emmett asked me as I finished getting ready and packing my bag. It was only six a.m. but we were getting ready to commence our mission. We would spend the day around the Volturi’s property before making our move tonight.
“Just about,” I answered trying to fight off the need to hear Edwards’ voice.
“Can I ask you a non work question Birdie?”
“If it’s about your brother… no,” I said turning back to my desk and straightening my things.
“Listen, you seem really great and amazing but Edward’s my whole life… I just want to make sure that if… I mean… what if…”
“Emmett don’t. He doesn’t know enough to put him in any danger.”
“No, not that… but he seems quite taken with you. I just don’t want him to get hurt… emotionally,” Emmett clarified and I smiled at hearing that a man was smitten with me… me of all people. That smile faltered as soon as Emmett’s words actually sank in. If I didn’t make it back Edward would be hurt.
“Oh.”
“Yeah… oh,” Em said and this time I could hear his big brother tone.
“If, and it’s a very small if, I don’t make it out… then let him know,” I started but didn’t know what to say. The whole truth would put him in danger but a lie would break his heart. So I said something that I would want to hear from him.
“Tell him… that the time I spent with him… was the very best of my life.”
Friday, December 3, 2010
Chapter 9 Teaser
Bella's POV
Our plans were set and we had five days left before this would happen.
Was it the craziest mission I had even been assigned? Maybe.
Did I have the greatest chance of not making it out? Most likely.
That’s the problem with being the grease man, I was the first in and the last out.
Five days.
I knew that I needed to spend every waking second studying the layout and looking for plan B through L, but the only thing I want to do was see Edward.
Not that I thought was wasn’t going to live, very much the opposite, however if Chance did point the gun at me this time… I wanted my last days to be filled with him.
His smell, his laugh, his touch, his… fight for life.
“Birdie?” Em said and I looked up to see five eyes looking at me.
“Right… where was I?” I asked looking back over my notes.
“Third floor terrace on the right wing… you were saying something about…”
“Right… sorry Em… as I was saying I should be out within six minutes after you make the switch and start the fire. Cameras go out and I exit through here,” I said pointing towards my first exit.
“And…” Sam asked leaning back in his chair and eyeing me. I didn’t know if he was proud or irritated.
“And… if I’m not out by six then… just wait longer,” I answered like the cocky shit I was.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Chapter 8
Edward's POV
“What happened Edward? I mean to your shoulder?”
“I got shot,” I answered shortly.
That day was the deepest darkest part of my time across the sea and something in my tone must have made that clear because instead of pushing… she pulled.
Her hands found my face and I let her guide me towards her lips, lips I had wanted to kiss for the last twenty minutes. She tasted like whiskey and woman and for a moment on this balcony, my balcony, she was mine. Our past was just that and while it was as unchangeable as the sunrise, this moment was shapeable and completely at our mercy.
As we both became breathless, Bella pulled our mouths apart and pushed me back onto my lounge chair, a devious smile on her now smeared red lips.
I watched, making sure not to miss one of her movements or facial expressions, as she swung one her legs over my chair. She stood like a dark goddess over me as her fingers pulled open the red belt around her waist before slowly undoing each button on her long jacket making my heart beat out a staccato ragged rhythm.
As she reached the top button I saw one eyebrow raise before opening the jacket and pulling it behind her like a cape.
I made a sound.
Maybe a groan.
Maybe a whimper.
But a sound.
Words failed me.
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