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Afternoon, ladies!

Here I am, a day late and a dollar short, so to speak! Now, since it’s no longer Friday, I changed up the title of this post…hell’n you might see that more often in future LOL!

Anyway, I do have some recs for you I think you’ll like…I certainly did!

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/6178385/1/Chain-Reaction

A chance encounter with a stranger on the ferry is the spark that sets off a chain of events. By the time Bella realizes what’s happening, is it too late to change her mind? What happens when fate grabs you and won’t let go? AU/OOC B/E

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Supernatural – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 33 – Words: 183,136 – Reviews: 1,900 – Favs: 1,066 – Follows: 1,146 – Updated: May 17 – Published: Jul 26, 2010 – Status: Complete – id: 6178385

You know, I waited a looong time for this fic to be marked complete! It was torture not to just dive right in…you know how I love my WIPs! But, when I read these lines, the hair rose on the back of my neck and I fuckin’ KNEW it was gonna be worth the wait…AND IT WAS!

This isn’t a love story. This is a seduction. A complete persuasion of mind, body, and soul. Of behavior and beliefs. And I wouldn’t change it for the world…I think.

Alienated from his family for years by the bloody carnage he wreaks in one of Alice’s visions, Edward has only recently gone back to feedin’ off animals when he crosses Bella’s path so it’s incredibly difficult for him to resist killin’ her!

His brows drew together in a slight frown, those fathomless pupils of his holding me pinned in place. Closer, closer, they beckoned, urging me to relax in his presence. While my limbs were only too happy to oblige him and remained still, my heart raced faster, faster, and I honestly couldn’t tell if it was fear or desire that affected me so. My silence had lasted way beyond what was appropriate for a conversation.

Ever so slowly, he raised a hand, his fingertips hovering close to my jaw. He watched his fingers intently, a look of extreme concentration on his face. I couldn’t help the gasp that rushed over my lips when the tip of one finger traced a line up to the top of my ear and rubbed softly against the overheated arch. It was cool against my skin, soothing the embarrassing burn with his lightest touch before he moved his hand into the hair at the back of my neck. His lips parted the slightest bit as his eyelids dropped just a fraction. He feels it too… 

Oh, God, what is happening to me? I’m not this kind of person!

It was as if I was watching myself on video as we both leaned closer to one another. I let my eyelids fall closed and leaned forward slowly, needing to feel his lips undermine, but I just couldn’t cross those last few millimeters. Like somehow, what I was doing would be less wrong if he was the one to kiss me. Cool, sweet breath ghosted low over my cheek. 

So, so close… 

“Edward,” I whispered, just so I could feel his name form on my lips as I tasted his breath.

I felt more intoxicated with each lungful of air we shared, every molecule of me attuning itself to every molecule of him. Being so close to him was slowly lulling me into some sort of sensitized lethargy, where only he and I existed, his cool strength soothing my warm skin.

His forehead grazed mine, the tip of his nose tickled my cheek, and his lips were coming closer. I was only breathing him now, taking shallow breaths as he exhaled. I was almost floating; adrift on a cloud of lust and adrenaline and Edward, and my only anchor was the hard fingers clenched so tightly in my hair.

What is he doing to me? Things like this…they just don’t exist.

And then, it didn’t. He didn’t.

Without warning, I was falling forward onto the seat next to me, barely managing to get my hands out to protect my face.

Edward was gone. No sign of him whatsoever. Had I been sleeping? No, he couldn’t be a dream because right at the back of my neck, where he’d been clutching me so tightly, my scalp stung. Some of my hair must have gotten caught in his fingers.

What the hell just happened to me? 

I don’t have enough words in my vocabulary to sing the praises of Chain Reaction so just READ READ READ READ!!!!

~oOo~

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12427001/1/Just-One-Look

Just one look. That’s all it took. I was his. All he had to do was ask.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 8 – Words: 23,077 – Reviews: 1,236 – Favs: 1,094 – Follows: 1,426 – Updated: May 19 – Published: Mar 31 – Status: Complete – id: 12427001

If, like me, your lady bits have a a Pavlovian reaction to jinglin’ tool belts, this Constructionward fills the bill in more ways than one!

They came in frequently, eight of them, and filled the huge table at the back. Construction workers, all dressed in plaid and denim, complete some days with tool belts. They arrived, taking over the entire place with their laughter and jibes. They teased Jess mercilessly, ate huge meals, drank a lot of coffee, and basically made our day.

Especially mine.

“Damn it,” Rose hissed. “They were here yesterday. I didn’t expect them today. I sat on the wrong side of the booth!”

Chuckling, I glanced up. “Your beefcake is facing away. So is your cowboy, Alice.”

Alice leaned forward. “What about your guy?”

I knew without looking he was in his usual spot. I peeked up again, meeting the gaze that made my heart beat a little faster than normal and my cheeks burn. Vivid, warm green met my nervous blue, then they dropped down, breaking our connection.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “He’s there.”

“We need to convince Shelly to cover the end wall with a mirror,” Rose mused. “I’d even pay for it.”

I giggled as Jess put my toast and scrambled eggs in front of me.

“Lord,” she whispered. “The hotness level at the table. I might spontaneously burst.”

“Is Mike there?”

She nodded, her eyes dancing with glee. “He stayed back yesterday and asked me out.”

“Really?”

Rose leaned forward. “Jess, we need you to recon for us.”

Jess laughed. “You want info on the beefcake and the cowboy?”

Alice giggled. “We need to know names, rank, and availability. Oh, on Bella’s green eyes, too.”

Jess stared at me. “Bella, you never said . . .”

“No, it’s fine, Jess. Just enjoy yourself. Tell us all about it on Sunday.”

She grinned. “I will.”

Only eight sweet, sexy chapters so there’s no excuse not to give it your undivided attention!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12225328/1/Fixer-Upper

Edward is a single dad and Bella isn’t as happy as she’d like to be with her fiancé. The two of them meet as Edward starts the adventure of fixing up an old house and as hard as they try, they can’t stay away from each other.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Friendship – Chapters: 20 – Words: 67,705 – Reviews: 138 – Favs: 132 – Follows: 214 – Updated: May 25 – Published: Nov 8, 2016 – id: 12225328

With his own stupidity contributin’ to his downfall, Mike becomes steadily relegated to the background once Bella meets Edward!

“Swan’s Hardware, this is Bella speaking.” I answered the phone on day six of us fighting. “How can I help you?”

“Hi, I was just wondering if you sold tiling tools?” The man asked.

“Yes, we carry a wide variety of different tools as well as different brands.” I answered, and I wondered if this guy was cute. He certainly sounded cute. . . I just hoped he wasn’t old. Then I snapped myself out of it because even though we were fighting, I was engaged.

“And you’re open until what time today?” He asked. I looked at the clock and it was already four.

“We close at five on Saturdays.” I explained. “But, we’re open on Sundays as well if you can’t make it.”

“I’ll be there. Thanks.” He said.

“Well, I’ll see you in a few.” I blushed as I hung up the phone. That was so not professional and I really shouldn’t be blushing because of a guy. . . a customer. . . on the phone.

I eagerly watched the clock, waiting for this potentially beautiful man to walk through the door. When I heard the bell ding, I shot up and made sure there were no bumps in my ponytail. What the hell was I doing? When I turned the corner, I had to take a second because if this was the guy from over the phone, he was fucking hot. Like hotter than anyone I’d ever met before.

“Hi,” I smiled. “Can I help you with something?”

“Are you Bella?” He asked with a crooked smile.

“I am.” I nodded.

“I’m the tile guy from over the phone.” He laughed. “Could you help me find the tools I need?”

“Yeah, they’re this way.” I turned and tried not to squeal. He was fucking hot, just like I’d predicted from his voice. “What kind of tools do you need?” I asked as we stopped at the aisle dedicated to tiling.

“I need spacers and leveling pliers.” He said, completely distracted as he looked at the different spacers we carried.

“The Vitrex brand is popular.” I told him. “And then these are the pliers my Dad always says are good.”

“You’re Dad a contracter?” He asked, picking out the spacers he need and then picking up the QEP pliers.

“He owns the store.”

I blushed as I lead him to the back of the store where our cash register was. I rung all his things out and told him his total. I really wanted him to keep shopping here so I could talk to him, but he was a customer and not my fiancé. Dad would kill me for flirting with customers and Mike would just be pissed that I was flirting with someone else.

“Have a nice day.” I smiled as I handed him the brown paper bag.

“Oh, I will.” And he winked again. I watched him as he left the store. Well, I stared at his ass as he walked out of the store. I seriously needed a cold shower or something. I was not one to gawk at strangers butts as they walked away, especially not customers butts.

“Earth to Bella.” Dad laughed as he waved his hand in front of my face.

“What?” I asked, turned to face him. Dad was like a ninja or something. I hardly ever heard him coming downstairs.

“We’re closing. It’s five.”

“It’s already five?” I wined. I didn’t want to go home to World War III right now. Not after I’d had such a pleasant conversation with a fuck hot guy.

Even though it takes a while until they finally get together, it’s such a pleasurable read, I didn’t even mind!

Hope you enjoy today’s recs and, to make up for bein’ MIA, please enjoy some gratuitous ROBPORN!!!

ROB ATTACKLike a Boss!ROB ATTACKRockin’ that Dior suit!

ROB ATTACKSexy Beast!

ROB ATTACKYet so damned Adorkable LMAO!

Happy Saturday, y’all!

Rita01tx

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Random Rita ~ Friday Feature Fics!

ROB ATTACK

Evenin’, ladies!

Ain’t gonna bore you with excuses for my long absence…suffice to say, I don’t do well with heat waves or WordPress glitches LOL!

However, the silver linin’ to bein’ in readin’ mode for so long is havin’ a ridiculous number of fics to rec!

These recs are all about the feels!

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4487327/1/Major-Jasper-and-Blackbird

Bella talks in her sleep. Emmett gets an idea. Jasper/Bella bonding ensues.

Twilight – Rated: T – English – Friendship – Chapters: 1 – Words: 4,389 – Reviews: 405 – Favs: 1,254 – Follows: 191 – Published: Aug 20, 2008 – Jasper, Bella – Complete

Why I’d never heard of this author before, I don’t know but I literally gorged myself on all her one shots…this was my favorite and so good, I had to share!

Major Jasper and Blackbird: or, Why Edward Decided (for the 23rd time) That Emmett Needed to Die Already!

Emmett was on babysitting duty. Jasper was also left at home, but no one expected him to watch Bella and he would never have offered unless it was an absolute necessity. 

Emmett hears something with huge potential for mischief when she sleep talks after dozin’ off durin’ a movie and surprises her next day with a trampoline!

And so it began. It was a matter of trial and error – Jasper didn’t quite know how much pressure to assert when Bella’s small frame made contact with the trampoline, and Bella didn’t know what to make of the added height and momentum he gave her. She soared off the right side a fair few times, always being caught in either Emmett or Jasper’s arms before she could injure herself. She showed no sign of nervousness or discomfort, only joy and abandon – a steady stream of her laughter ringing through the clearing.

Her feelings were having an incredible effect on Jasper; he couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt so wonderful without being near Alice. He couldn’t help but spread it around, causing a very silly grin to form on Emmett’s dimpled face.

Of course, Edward comes home from a huntin’ trip at exactly the wrong time…well, you’ll just have to read the whole thing to see how that turns out LMAO!

~oOo~

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12120156/1/Double-Stroller

The wind is hot, and I’m sticky and sweaty and need to go home and take a shower. I should be taking advantage of the fact that we’re done early for the day, but I’m not. Instead, I’m sitting in my truck, waiting for the mom with the double stroller to walk by. I do this every day of the week and even though I worry I’m becoming a little creepy, I can’t seem to stop myself.

Twilight – Rated: T – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Chapters: 6 – Words: 13,570 – Reviews: 486 – Favs: 237 – Follows: 444 – Updated: Sep 28 – Published:Aug 26 – Bella, Edward

Some of you might recognize the first chapter from the Meet the Mate contest where it took 3rd place…Meli has since expanded this wonderful story, for which I am eternally grateful!

I first noticed this woman who I’ve dubbed – double stroller mom – on the Monday we started working to replace the sidewalks in the older neighbourhood on the east end of town. She was walking at a quick pace on the opposite side of the street, pushing a double stroller with one child jumping up and down in it, and another that looked like a baby. Behind her trailed a young girl, maybe five or six years old, who was trying to keep up.

Weeks later, I’m on my hands and knees in a dugout that was once a sidewalk and will be again soon, when I hear a soft sniffling sound. Looking up, I see two, small, bare feet with toenails that look as if they’re painted with sparkly pink dirt. As I slowly stand and raise my eyes, I notice knobbly knees just under the hem of a short pink nightgown with multi-color cupcakes printed all over it. I start chuckling at the cuteness of it all, but quickly stop when I see her face. It’s double stroller mom’s little mini-me. Her brown eyes look abnormally large on such a little face and for a moment, she just stares at me. Brushing the dirt off my hands, I look up at the house and then back at the girl. She looks as though she is going to be sick, but in a small, quiet voice she says “my mom,” and “blood” in such a way that it leaves me cold.

Thus begins Edward’s entrance into the world of Double Stroller Mom!  Oh, and she has a nickname for him, too…Rusty!

~oOo~

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{banner by MarieCarro}

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12135729/1/Jack-Crush

Shy, reserved Edward has a little too much Jack Daniels after finding his fiancée cheating on him. Waking up the next morning in a strange woman’s bed, he fights the pull he feels for her. Will he realize they’re fated for each other, or will he only focus on their differences?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Chapters: 5 – Words: 7,777 – Reviews: 273 – Favs: 256 – Follows: 565 – Updated: Sep 26 – Published: Sep 5 – id: 12135729

Prepare to meet one of the baddest ass Bellas ever!

“Someone in this bar has been banned,” my voice rang out in the silence. “Someone was told to stay away, or there would be consequences.” I stopped swinging, banging the business end of my stick on the wood floor.

Standing at his full six feet seven inches, I knew I wasn’t physically any match for him. However, I also knew every single person in that bar would have my back if me and my Slugger were to fail. He straightened his spine, but being the coward he is, he didn’t speak.

“You need to leave. You are officially banned from my businesses, in front of witnesses, in case you forget again.” Rocking my hips a little, I swung the bat in small circles over my shoulder.

“I didn’t forget,” he finally spoke. “I just didn’t think you were seriously going to turn away my money.”

The blood in my veins boiled harder at his words. “Are you implying something, Black?”

“Just that I’m a paying customer. Last I checked, you don’t give anything away for free.” He smirked, thinking he had me where it hurt. He knew I struggled to meet all of my responsibilities.

So I played it up. I let my eyes water a little, and my lip quivered as I dropped the bat to my side, relaxing my stance. He leaned closer to me. “But-but-but. . . ” Striking like a snake while his guard was down, I grabbed him by the gonads, twisting my wrist ruthlessly. “I don’t need your fucking money!”

The crowd that had mostly been silent up until then erupted. Some men groaned, most people cheered, and Emmett made his very tall presence known behind a crying Jake. I nodded, and he grabbed him by his neck, shoving his bent over body out the front door.

When I turned back to the bar, there were a handful of cheers, and I did a curtsy as the music came back up. Replacing the bat under the bar top, I caught the eye of my one night stand before he moved to sit back down.

Yup, Edward grew a pair and came back for round two, three, four…well, you get the drift LOL!

~oOo~

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12128224/1/Final-Destination

Two lost, lonely people travelling to different destinations. One storm that brings them together. Could their meeting alter their final destination?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Chapters: 5 – Words: 12,415 – Reviews: 790 – Favs: 621 – Follows: 914 – Updated: Sep 28 – Published: Aug 31 – id: 12128224

Anyone who’s ever suffered a long layover at a socked in airport can relate to Bella’s predicament, although I’m sure none of us was ever granted such a magnificent partner in mind numbin’ boredom LOL!

Across from my spot, a man was stretched out, already sleeping. On the floor beside him sat a bulging backpack resting against the seat and a battered guitar case. He was dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, his feet clad in dusty work boots. The way he was curled up, his T-shirt had ridden up over his pants, exposing a wide expanse of his naked back. His jeans were pulled down, the waistband of his underwear peeking over the edge. Tilting my head, I read Fruit of the Loom written across the banding. Feeling like a stalker, my eyes drifted lower, settling on his ass. His well-shaped, very firm-looking ass. The angle he was bent in showed it off to perfection. Squinting my eyes, I could even see two dimples that rested just over the swell of his ass cheeks and the sudden desire to reach across and touch them made me actually sit on my hands so I didn’t do exactly that.

He was lying down—stretched out across a few seats. Maybe I should try doing that. I stood up and pulled on the wide, metal arm rail, but it didn’t budge. I pushed and pulled, but I couldn’t get it to move. I moved to the next set of seats and tried again. Obviously, some of them had to pull up so you could lie down. Ass-man had figured it out. Surely I could, too.

I circled around and warily leaned over the back of the seats he was sleeping on to see how the arm lifted. I was shocked when I realized the arm wasn’t missing. Mr. Ass-man was curled right around the metal—so tightly it was digging into his stomach. I frowned at the dark circles under his eyes, but understood better how he was able to sleep in such an awkward position. He was exhausted.

My gaze strayed over to my backpack. I wondered if I should cover him with my blanket and if there was any way of sliding the airplane pillow under his head, to make him a little more comfortable. I wanted to do something, help in some small way. Why, I had no idea, but the urge was overwhelming.

His eyes were now open—staring right at me. Wide, startled eyes, so green it was like losing oneself in a deep forest. I felt my cheeks burst into flames at being caught leaning over him and staring.

I waited for the anger. The yelling that would start any second.

Instead, his full mouth curved into a slow, deep smile.

“Hello.”

The next few hours entail monumental bondin’ that makes it imperative to choose a combined final destination!

~oOo~

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12133072/1/The-Curb

Bella’s night doesn’t go as planned when she forgets an address and stumbles upon an injured stranger instead. AH

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 7 – Words: 9,111 – Reviews: 463 – Favs: 291 – Follows: 536 – Updated:Sep 24 – Published: Sep 3 – id: 12133072

Why is it that a beat up to hell and back Edward tugs at our heartstrings? Oh, and Bella’s as well…

My phone died right around the time I hit the corner of Chestnut and High. I wish I were high when another gust of cold wind flies up my skirt. Shivering, I cross the street, stopping right in the middle of the road when a moan comes from behind one of the parked cars.

“Hello? Is someone there?” Another moan. “Look, if you’re planning on attacking me, I’d advise against it.” Looking side to side, I noisily dig around in my purse. “I’ve got a new can of pepper spray and I’m not afraid to use it.” Key point being that it’s new.

Another moan comes out of the darkness before cheers erupt from inside the surrounding warm houses. I creep closer to look around the back of the car where I find a man sitting on the curb, his head in his hands.

“Hey, are you okay?”

With my finger firmly in place on the pepper spray, I move closer until I’m standing right beside the guy.

“Excuse me. Hey . . . ” I reach down and touch his shoulder, and he jerks away, looking up at me in fear.

“Oh, wow.” I automatically cringe, unable to help it when I see the condition of the guy’s face. He’s obviously been in a fight by the looks of that busted lip. His eyes are swollen shut. But what really worries me is the bloody gash on his forehead.

She insists on callin’ an ambulance to take him to the hospital and winds up goin’ with him. Then, she can’t get rid of him LOL!

“I’m sorry, Mr. Masen, but I can’t in good conscience let you go without someone to stay with. I just can’t.” The doctor repeats my words from earlier in the evening and Edward looks at me out of the side of his eye.

“Oh, no. Huh uh.” I simultaneously shake my head and wave the idea away with a sassy finger.

“What? You heard the doc. Only twenty-four hours and I’ll be out of your pretty brown hair.” He reaches up to flick a curled end and my mouth drops.

He cannot be serious.

Still haven’t found out who beat him up but I have my theories…make your own!

~oOo~

So, this was the teaser Bornonhalloween threw at us for her latest endeavor!

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She’s sooo evil but, boy, did she finally deliver LMAO!

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{banner by Betti Gefecht}

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12157301/1/Still-Waters

A stressed-out grad student hiding from the world finds a mountain man of few words and quiet strength. Still waters do run deep. E/B, Rated M

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 3 – Words: 9,648 – Reviews: 370 – Favs: 290 – Follows: 538 – Updated: Sep 28 – Published: Sep 20 – id: 12157301

The fresh mountain air filled my lungs, and I could almost feel the cobwebs blowing away. Ahhh. Grown-up camp might even be tolerable if the other inmates could just learn to suffer in silence like me.

I didn’t want to completely lose the group, but as a kid, I had played enough hide-and-seek with my brothers to know a count to fifty was in order. I’d just reached “thirty-eight Mississippi” when I heard someone calling my name. Crap.

“Isabella? Isabella Swan?”

Not Mike.

“Yeah, I’m over here.”

“Oh, thank God.” Heavy boots jogged toward me, and I got my first close-up view of our shy hike leader as he dropped to one knee next to my pack. “Are you okay?”

Damn, he was gorgeous. Like, drop dead, but first tear off all your clothes gorgeous. Or maybe tear off his clothes gorgeous. Fit and tan and mountain-man scruffy, wild hair poking out all around the edges of his camo-patterned Red Sox cap. Outfitted in neutral tans and greens that melted into the earth, he looked like someone far more comfortable blending in than sticking out—someone like me.

A semicircle of sweat darkened his tan T-shirt, and the rise and fall of slightly labored breathing distracted me to the point where I couldn’t look away from that sexy chest. I couldn’t tell if he was out of breath from his jog or the anxiety of misplacing one of his hikers in his first half hour in charge. Either way, it was my fault.

His eyes were hidden behind brown-tinted shades, but I could feel him checking me out for visible signs of injury or worse—something he couldn’t see that might be even more dangerous out here in the wild.

Dayum, where the hell are my hikin’ boots?

~oOo~

And because I can never resist a good vamp fics…

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12141284/1/In-Your-Shoes

With Edward gone, Bella believes his every lie and assumes he has it easy. It isn’t long before she finds herself in his shoes. (No, not literally.) NM AU

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Humor – Bella – Chapters: 12 – Words: 17,045 – Reviews: 352 – Favs: 61 – Follows: 152 – Updated: 9h ago – Published:Sep 9 – id: 12141284

The story is told mainly from Bella’s point of view, but for some reason Edward seems to think it’s okay if he interjects in the middle of each chapter, therefore each has alternating points of view—Bella/Edward/Bella.

At first it seems like such a rush, plummeting feet first into the freezing cold water. It makes me feel alive for the first time in months, but then my body turns numb and I feel nothing.

My heart is frozen, just like yours, but it’s not the same.

I don’t want to be here anymore.

. . . . .

Leaving you has solved nothing. Leaving you has only proven what I already knew: I am the very worst kind of monster, and I have all but killed us both.

You were far too young to die; you had barely begun to live. And I? I have lived long enough.

I don’t want to be here anymore.

Trust me…neither of them actually dies! Someone, and we don’t know who yet…she was abandoned by her maker, turned Bella and it’s drivin’ me crazy waitin’ for her to remember who she is and for Edward to learn she’s still alive!

Of course, whether he’ll be able to find her or not when he does is the question LOL!

Okay! Did that make up any for the wait?

Happy Friday, ya’ll!

Rita

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Random Rita ~ Friday Feature Fics!

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Evenin’ ladies!

Anybody else get a secret kick out of watchin’ burned out Bella implode after Edward leaves? *raises hand!*

And how do we feel about a candy sweet Bella with a soft center who melts for a shy, geeky {but gorgeous, of course} Edward? Yeah, I enjoy those…especially the ones with a Nightingale complex LOL!

At the same time, a gun totin’, take no shit Bella absolutely makes my day LMAO! *fist pump!*

So I have one of each for you today, startin’ with…

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6719390/1/What-if-I-Told-You

After nearly a year, Bella finally finds a number for the Cullens in Ithaca, New York. A last minute invitation to a reunion bash at Mike Newton’s, though, leaves Bella drunk, alone, and holding a cell phone. Will a stupid mistake bring them together?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Hurt/Comfort/Romance – Edward, Bella – Chapters: 14 – Words: 69,457 – Reviews: 1,120 – Favs: 1,129 – Follows: 1,015 – Updated: Dec 31, 2012 – Published: Feb 6, 2011 – Status: Complete – id: 6719390

Bella’s drunken conversation with Carlisle is hilarious!

“Cullen residence,” a melodic and comforting voice answered. He sounded just as she remembered.

“Hello, Cullen Residence,” the voice said again. Bella giggled more, realizing how formal he sounded. He probably had caller ID and knew it was her.

“Helloooo!” she answered, the sing-song sound of her own voice sending her into a fit of laughter.

“Bella, where are you? Are you alright?”

“I’m in Mike Newton’s pantry. Where are you?” Another fit of laughter overtook her.

Carlisle began to answer, but Bella stopped him mid-sentence. “I’m fiiiine, Carlisle, don’t you worry. Did you know that the Jolly Green Giant is almost naked? On a freakin can of vegetables!”

Carlisle couldn’t find any humor in Bella’s comment, not considering the state she was obviously in. To him, the most important thing was finding out if she was safe or not. “I wasn’t aware of that, Bella. Now, can you tell me what’s going on?”

“You know, you’re just hot! I’ve always thought…your hair is like, so perfect, and your body…you’re just so…so…hot!” She laughed and fanned herself. Her cheeks flushed and she thought about Edward, his hands, his lips and…she just told her his father… “Oh shit…I mean, shoot, I’m sorry, Edward…I mean, Carlisle. Shit!”

“Bella, you’re confused. This is all very normal. You must understand the changes alcohol produces in your body when…”

She hiccuped and then giggled. “You said boobie.”

“I said ‘body,’ Bella,” he clarified. The peanut gallery behind him was already having trouble reigning in their laughter.

Bella laughed louder. “No, you didn’t! You said boobie! Carlisle Cullen said boobie!”

He smiled, but sighed. “Bella, please.” He could hear laughter behind him, and fearing Bella might become emotional if she knew she was being broadcasted, he spoke softly and admonished his audience. They were begging him to put her on speakerphone, but he shook his head.

Until it’s not…

She laid the phone at her side as she clutched her knees close, holding in the pain that burned through her chest. They were calling her name. She could hear them, all of them, but she didn’t have the strength anymore. Why had she called?

Why had she ever thought this was a good idea?

Then something dawned on her. She picked up the phone slowly, praying she was wrong. “Is he there? Please, tell me he’s not.”

Silence followed. For minutes, no one spoke; Bella held her breath. There was shuffling and whispers, but then, just nothing. Without warning, a long broken sob pierced the silence.

“I’m here, Bella.”

And then her whole world broke apart.

Just so you know, Bella tears each and every Cullen a new one before the dust settles!

Oh, and this Charlie says fuck…a lot LMAO!

~oOo~

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11724402/1/After-Hours

A late, anxious patient. A compassionate nurse. What happens when comfort becomes something else?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 4 – Words: 10,547 – Reviews: 851 – Favs: 823 – Follows: 1,263 – Updated:Jan 20 – Published: Jan 10 – id: 11724402

After Hours is the latest jewel in Edward’s Eternal’s crown of fabulous fics!

I glanced at my watch. He’d been in there for over thirty minutes. Usually, they were done in about twenty minutes or less.

What was taking so long?

I went down the hall, pausing outside the door. There were no noises coming from the room, the lights were on; no movie was playing. I knocked gently, waiting until I heard his quiet voice telling me to come in.

He was sitting on the edge of the table. He had changed into scrubs. His chest was bare, the light gleaming off his skin. A dusting of coppery-colored hair was scattered on his chest and arms; the color lighter than the bright bronzy-red on his head. A magazine was beside him, closed, his glasses sitting on the cover and his posture dejected. One hand was in his hair tugging away.

I shut the door and moved over to him. “Edward,” I began in a soft voice, pulling his hand from his poor hair. “Are you okay? Maybe you want to reschedule?”

His hand grasped mine like a lifeline. His eyes spoke volumes. Worry, sadness and pain-filled green met my gaze.

“Can I call someone for you?” I murmured, holding his hand tight.

He shook his head. “I have a lump,” he whispered, looking down at his crotch.

“They’re going to remove it, and there might be, um, side effects.” He drew in a deep breath and suddenly started speaking so fast I could barely keep up. “I want kids. I want a family. I want a wife and house and everything everyone else has. This might be my only chance if something happens, but I can’t seem to do it. Nothing is working!” By the end of his little diatribe, he was almost shouting. “I can never do anything right!”

“Hey.” I stepped forward, hating his distress. “It’ll be fine. You’re putting too much pressure on yourself. Reschedule and come back another time, before your operation. You can make the arrangements to do this is the privacy of your own home, as well.” I smiled encouragingly at him. “Lots of men do that. This isn’t the most, ah, stimulating environment.”

His eyes were wide and panicked. I wanted to stop the panic and make him feel better. I buried my hand into his hair, caressing the tortured strands gently. Closing his eyes, he leaned into my touch with a soft sigh, and my heart contracted at his sudden vulnerability. He seemed so…lost.

I shook my head. I was acting even more unprofessionally than before. I began to withdraw my hand and step back when his eyes flew open. “No! Please!”

Suddenly, I was enveloped in his arms. His embrace was firm, and he held me tight.

My arms wound around him, holding just as secure. Somehow, I sensed this was what he needed. For a minute, we were quiet as he stayed locked in my embrace, his head resting on my chest. I felt the dampness of tears against my skin and I drew back, lifting his head. His eyes stared at me, guileless and open.

“I’m scared, Bella,” he confessed. “I’m sorry to do this. But I’m scared.” He shuddered out a deep breath. “And I’m all alone.”

My hands tightened on his shoulders, his skin bare and tense under my fingers. Our eyes held as the air around us changed. The clinical room melted away and all that remained was him. Me. His warm skin and my suddenly fast heartbeat.

“Edward,” I breathed. “It will be okay. I promise.”

That “all alone” just killed me *whimper!* Bella, too, which brings her to his room after his operation!

He shifted with a sigh. I sat beside him, holding his hand while reaching up with my free one to run my fingers through his unruly hair. He closed his eyes, a long exhale of air escaping his mouth as he relaxed.

His breathing turned tranquil and even as he fell into sleep. His grip on my hand didn’t lessen, though. I lost track of time as I sat beside him, stroking his hair and finding a deep satisfaction in the knowledge I was somehow comforting him. At one point, I shifted a little to get more comfortable and his eyes flew open, panicked.

“Shh, Edward. I’m right here.”

He smiled and held my hand tighter, his eyes already closing again.

“Forever,” he mumbled.

Then he was asleep.

1…2…3…Awwwwwww!

~oOo~

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11665991/1/Antique-Love

Edward Cullen is a shy, antique store owner with a problem. Someone thinks he has something that doesn’t belong to him, and they are willing to do whatever it takes to get it. With the help of Port Angeles detective, Bella Swan, can they solve the case and find love? Rated M for violence, language, and other stuff.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Chapters: 6 – Words: 22,351 – Reviews: 153 – Favs: 85 – Follows: 107 – Updated: Jan 19 – Published: Dec 13, 2015 – id: 11665991

Bella hasn’t had much luck with her partners but things were about to change, hopefully for the better!

“Swan! In my office now!” Captain Banner hollered, and I muttered a quiet oath under my breath as I shoved my chair away from the desk and slowly walked to the Captain’s office.

“Stay calm, Swan,” one of my co-workers advised, and I nodded my head before taking a deep breath. The last thing I wanted, or needed, was to get written up for insubordination and end up with a mark on my pristine record.

Pausing for a moment outside the door, I took another deep breath before knocking.

Banner’s deep voice told me to come in, so I opened the door and walked into his office and found a giant bear of a guy with dark hair, standing near the windows.

I knew, without a doubt, the guy was going to be my partner. I’d been through four of them in the eight months since I’d made detective. My last partner had moved to Florida to be with some girl he’d met on the Internet, two of them had refused to work with a female partner, and the other one had just been an asshole.

Banner motioned for me to take a seat, so I did, watching as the giant man turned around and flashed me a grin.

“Swan, this is Emmett McCarty. He’s your new partner. Try not to drive this one away,” Captain Banner said in a tired voice, and my fists clenched as I bit back the comments that wanted to leave my mouth.

“Yes, sir,” I replied in a curt tone as I made my way toward his office door. I just barely refrained from slamming it shut.

“Charming guy,” McCarty said dryly once the door was closed, and we walked toward the bullpen that housed all of our desks.

“Yeah, he’s a fucking peach,” I replied as I led McCarty over to our two desks that were in the corner. One was covered in post-it notes, packs of gum, random pieces of paper, and more pens than necessary while the other was clean and empty.

Pointing toward it, I told McCarty that was his desk as I took a seat back at my messy desk and began to sort through the files sitting on it.

“Thanks,” he said with a slight Southern accent, and I nodded my head.

Twenty minutes of silence went by before we got a call out to a robbery in progress. I grabbed my coat, my phone, and the car keys, barely making sure to see if McCarty was following me. I was used to being on my own and doing things my own way, so it was up to him to catch up with me.

I always hated the awkwardness that came with getting a new partner, and I really hated going into a potentially dangerous situation with someone I didn’t know. I’d have his back no matter what, and I could only hope he’d have mine if things went badly.

In the meantime, Edward is enjoyin’ his brand new antique store until…

A few hours after lunch, just as I was about to close the shop, the door chimed, and I saw a rather greasy looking man in a suit walk through the door. Something about the man put me on high alert, and I watched him like a hawk as he approached the counter and stared at the locked cases behind it that housed some expensive coins.

“I’m looking for some certain coins, well, really, just one specific coin. I was wondering, by chance, if you happened to have one or a lead on where I could find it,” he said with a smarmy smile, and a shiver ran up my spine.

“What are you looking for exactly?”

“A Flowing Hair dollar,” he said, and I just stared at him. The Flowing Hair dollar was the first dollar coin issued by the U.S. federal government, minted in 1794 and again in 1795. There were roughly one hundred and thirty of them still around, and the last I heard, one of them sold at auction for over ten million dollars. Why on earth this guy thought a small-time antique dealer like me would have one was beyond me.

“I certainly don’t have anything like that,” I told him. “The only places you’ll find that are either at a large auction house like Sotheby’s or by a private seller. Now, if you’re looking for something like two-cent pieces from the 19th century or an 1800 draped bust heraldic eagle half dime, then I can help you.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, leaning in, and I caught a whiff of garlic and coffee on his breath. It was enough to make me almost gag.

“Believe me, I’d know if I had a Flowing Hair dollar lying around.”

The man stared at me, and I stared right back, completely unnerved but refusing to let it show.

“Well, if you find a lead on one, can you give me a call? I’m willing to pay dearly. The name’s Demitri Voltaire,” he said, taking a business card out of a gold case and setting it down on the counter.

“Sure, but the chances are pretty slim that I’ll hear anything,” I told him, taking the card. “You might have better luck at a larger store in some place like Seattle.”

The man thanked me and walked out of the door, and I felt a sense of relief as soon as he was gone. Something about that guy was off, and it creeped me out that he was in here looking for a coin that a small-time antiquities guy like me would never have, and if he had done any research on that coin, he would have known that.

Well, that doesn’t bode well for our Edward, does it?

Hope you enjoy this week’s selection!

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

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Random Rita ~ Friday Feature Fics!

Wet Rob Avi

Evenin’ ladies!

While I don’t often stamp a guarantee on my recs, I’m gonna break that rule and guaranDAMNtee you you’re gonna love these stories as much as I do!

Zveka68 had such high praise for my first rec I just had to check it out and was completely blown away !

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10396002/1/The-Suitor

Purchasing his own land is the one thing Edward Cullen wanted most in this world, until he met the neighbor’s daughter.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Western – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 11 – Words: 36,369 – Reviews: 495 – Favs: 643 – Follows: 721 – Updated: Nov 22 – Published: Jun 1, 2014 – Status: Complete – id: 10396002

Sparks flew the instant Edward and Bella set eyes on each other but there were rules to be followed!

“You know what Mr. Cullen, don’t even bother trying to court me, I’d rather not be with a spineless man.” As if he’d been smacked in the face Edward stops dead in his tracks.

“Wait just a darn minute! I’m not spineless. I say I want to court you and damn it I’m going to court you. If you just stop acting like a spoiled brat –”

Bella stomps back over to him. “How dare you call me spoiled! You hear me now Edward Cullen, I don’t want to court you, not now, not ever, so you can go back to where you came from!”

Charlie and Renee walk out onto the porch, after being awakened in the middle of the night by shouting. “What in the blazes is going on? Isabella, get in the house now.”

Bella turns towards her father and stomps away from Edward. “With pleasure.”

Edward follows her, and then looks up at Charlie. “Mr. Swan, I’ve been respectable, and have given you ample amount of time to think it over, but now I would like your permission to court your daughter. I’m mighty taken with her, and it would be my pleasure to learn more about her.”

Bella huffs at hearing Edwards’s declaration. “You ever thought that maybe I don’t want to court you. Maybe three days were just enough time for some other fella to win my affections.”

Edward shakes his head furiously at her. “I swear you are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met. You’re courting me, and that’s final. If there were any other suitors, I would have words with him. Now if you all will excuse me I am expecting my brother in the morning. Mr. Swan I’ll be calling on Isabella for lunch. Thank you.”

With a slight bow of his head, Edward left all three Swans speechless. Charlie was a little taken back at being told what to do, but did like how the young man handled Bella.

Bella on the other was blushing furiously because she truly liked how Edward had demanded she court him. It made her feel all tingly inside, not to mention his words about another fellow nearly caused her to combust!

Renee Swan smiled at the whole scene, wondering just how soon Edward Cullen would be her son-in-law.

Lemme just say the prim and proper flies out the window once Edward makes Bella his wife and no room or surface of their home is left “unchristened” LMAO!

~oOo~

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6229263/1/Unplanned-Perfection

Bella and Alice were best friends, which made Bella the only girl off limits to Alice’s brother Edward. When a party the summer after graduation gets out of control, Bella’s world is turned upside down. “He doesn’t know. I don’t want him to.”

Rated: Fiction M – English – Angst/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 42 – Words: 382,594 – Reviews: 13,217 – Favs: 8,847 – Follows: 4,774 – Updated: Sep 25, 2011 – Published: Aug 12, 2010 – Status: Complete – id: 6229263

What Edward doesn’t know yet but the rest of his family just learned is that Bella has a three-year-old son who looks uncannily like Edward! His first clue, although he has no idea…

Yum, mom-made food is the best. I grabbed the plate out and then went to get some orange juice. For the first time I noticed a picture hanging from the side of the fridge. “Hey, ma, what the fuck is this?”

“What the fuck is what, Edward,” Mom asked with a little bit of an irritation in her voice. My mouth gaped a little at the foul language that just rolled from her tongue.

My mother was not one who swore very often. I took a shallow breath, held it for a moment and let it out loudly before continuing.

“This?” I grabbed the picture and took it over to her.

She stared at it for a moment with a blank look on her face before answering. “Uh, a friend’s little boy drew it for me,” she smiled. “It’s him playing the piano.”

Excuse me?

“My piano?” I asked tersely.

My mom rotated her whole body to face me.

“Yes, Edward, he was playing the piano that your father and I bought for you.”

Oh, she’s going to pull that card on me is she?

“Mom, please tell me that you did not let some little brat pound on my piano,” I groaned.

“Edward, I did not let some little brat pound on your piano. He’s actually quite a natural. He has a good ear.”

“Yeah, well…” I couldn’t really think of anything to say. She had said the same thing about me when I was first learning to play and not to brag or anything, but I turned out to be fucking awesome with the piano. Besides, I kind of had to trust that my mom wouldn’t let someone just bang the shit out of a $65,000 Baby Grand.

“All right, I’m heading out. I’ll be back later, I guess.”

“Okay, honey.”

Upon enterin’ the local coffee shop…

She stood at the counter waiting for her order. Wow! A few years had definitely been kind to her. She was a little curvier, but not too much. She was still slender; her firm legs encased in a pair of jeans that made her butt look edible. She had hips now and the t-shirt she was wearing was fitted, but not clinging to her. Her hair was pulled up and her neck was tilted slightly to the side.

She was rubbing it with her fingers like she was massaging a knot out. I wasn’t sure at that moment what I wanted to do. I could just walk right out and pretend that I never saw her, but that was going to be hard to do every time if I was going to be around for a while. I could sneak up behind her, wrap my arm around her waist and kiss her neck, whispering something seductive in her ear. That was my usual M.O.

Not a good idea Cullen, you stole her virginity and walked away never to see her again. She probably hates your guts and would pound your dick into the ground.

On that painful note, I adjusted myself and decided on a less aggressive mode of communication. I approached her quietly and as she was reaching for her purse to pay I slid my own bill onto the counter top.

“I’ve got it.”

I could see Bella freeze. Her jaw tightened and she turned to look at me in complete shock. Then it turned to rage.

“The fuck you do!” she practically screamed at me.

Uh, yeah, she hates your guts.

To be honest, I haven’t finished readin’ yet but OMG! what I have read so far is utterly brilliant!

~oOo~

Rob Attack

{banner by FallingSnow Winter}

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11646484/1/A-Sprinkling-of-Sugar

Edward Cullen is a busy executive, who lives for only one thing—his company. His gruff attitude and rigid ways are what make him a success. There is no room for fun or distractions. An unwanted trip close to the holidays, brings 3 huge distractions into his life—a chatty teenager, a tiny, lisping angel, and most importantly—one small, determined woman. How will he handle them?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Chapters: 3 – Words: 6,470 – Reviews: 574 – Favs: 586 – Follows: 982 – Updated: 6h ago – Published: Dec 2 – id: 11646484

Havin’ been a Senior Executive Administrative Assistant {aka high level babysitter} for many wonderful years, I fell in love with Edward’s right hand, Shelly Cope, instantly!

Mrs. Cope’s voice became stern. “Edward.”

“What?” I muttered.

“You’re flying to the East Coast to meet with Mr. Black.”

“I know that.”

She held up her hand. “He’s only agreeing to listen to your proposal on the condition you meet personally with him and spend some time there, at the hotel.”

I snorted. “He’s not in any position to make demands. He’s going to lose it all.”

“Not quite yet, Edward. He wants to meet you face-to-face, and you agreed to it.”

“I did?”

“I did on your behalf.”

I shot her a look that would have had Jessica on the floor. She barely blinked.

“Why, exactly?” I asked between gritted teeth.

“I have a feeling.”

Needless to say, Edward was used to nothin’ less than first class accommodations so findin’ himself stuck in the Sleepy Time Inn was a real eye-opener LOL!

I pushed on my door; looking back over my shoulder at the unlikely welcoming committee I had been sent. A smart-mouthed teenager, a lisping little angel, who for some reason I seemed to adore, and then of course…Bella.

A mystery—one minute warm and smiling, the next frowning and cool. Then, despite the fact she found me an “ath-hole,” made me dinner, after she went out to buy my requested brand of brandy instead of telling me to drink whatever shit excuse they had in the bar.

She certainly was an enigma.

And she smiled at me in a way that took my breath away.

Mrs. C was right—this trip was already full of surprises.

Astonishingly, I rather liked it.

Hehehehe! The “ath-hole” conversation with Bella’s daughter was hilarious…don’t miss it! *wipes tear!*

~oOo~

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11629901/1/A-Grey-Thanksgiving

A fun three-part Thanksgiving story as told by Christian. This follows my Halloween story. The kids are six and four and there’s a new baby on the way… Will Christian survive the school play, Thankgiving dinner and a houseful of family in one piece?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Humor – Christian G., Anastasia S., Teddy G., Phoebe G. – Chapters: 4 – Words: 24,662 – Reviews: 135 – Favs: 53 – Follows: 112 – Updated: 13h ago – Published: Nov 23 – id: 11629901

Totally NOT Twilight fanfiction…well, not anymore LOL! But I’ve been secretly gigglin’ my ass off at AshBax’s short holiday fics featurin’ Christian Grey, Ana and the kids…yes, more than one LOL!

Today, I couldn’t resist throwin’ The Grey Thanksgiving in for dessert ’cause it’s so damn sweet, you’ll crack your teeth on it!

“This idiot told my kids that their friend is going to be dinner!”

“I told them he’s going to be a nice dinner. It was a compliment to the bird.”

It’s taking all my self control not to attack this fucker!

“Let me talk to them, Mr. Grey,” Tilly says, bending over to them in a frog-like squat. Well, at least she’s supposedly a professional with kids, maybe she’ll know what to say.

“Remember how I told you it’s a special day for turkeys?” she asks. They nod, sniffling. “You know why that is?” The kids shrug.

“‘Cause they’re cute?” Phoebe asks.

Tilly smiles and shakes her head.

“It’s because they provide dinner for nice families like you.”

“Ahhh!” Phoebe screams again, now holding onto my leg in a vice grip. Now, I know officially that Tilly isn’t a professional at anything but eating and keeping the lawn on her legs, and probably everything else south of the naval boarder, un-manicured.

“Are you people crazy?”

“Mr. Grey, it’s a fact of life,” she says. “Nobody gets a happy ending just because they want one.” With that tone, I think she’s speaking from experience.

“Nobody makes my children cry and gets away with it!”

“Mr. Grey, I know you mean well, but they have to know their father can’t just wave his magic wand and make everything good for them. There are some things you just have no control over.”

I glare at her. Those are fighting words.

#######

“Sir, what are you doing with the turkey?” Taylor asks, opening the door to the SUV for the kids and I, and this bird on a leash as we leave the school.

“Don’t ask,” I say, looking down at the new Grey family pet. $5000 dollars later and he’s mine. That Del was so pissed at me, he kept upping the price; but, I’m never outbid.

It’s not marked complete but it actually is and the fourth chapter, Christian’s attempt at cookin’ the Thanksgiving turkey {not Boone, the one he rescued for the kids} will leave you howlin’ with laughter!

What fics have had your emotions all over the place this week?

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

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Random Rita ~ Friday Feature Fics!

Wet Rob Avi

Evenin, ladies!

In case none of you noticed the note I left in last post’s comments section, the summer has not been kind to those of us without airco!

Damn heat done sucked all the joy outta readin’ and, except for some thrillin’ WIP’s I’m waitin’ to see complete, nothin’ from my TBR got me excited enough to rec…well, until now!

Excited is an understatement when it comes to…

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7625549/1/The-Western

Edward is a hit-man with one rule; he doesn’t do women. When he learns his next target is Bella, he makes a decision that ends up changing his life – and hers.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Edward, Bella – Chapters: 25 – Words: 89,662 – Reviews: 684 – Favs: 669 – Follows: 410 – Updated: Jun 2, 2012 – Published: Dec 11, 2011 – Status: Complete – id: 7625549

“Now, as part of our cartel’s transformation, my colleagues and I are under instructions to clean up loose ends, as it were.”

“Loose ends?”

“Yes – any unfinished business that could look bad in the near future. Problems we don’t want to touch ourselves. I have only one such problem, and that’s why I called you. But there’s a catch: it’s a woman.”

Now I understood why he’d had me come down here before giving me the details; I wouldn’t have come otherwise.

“And if I refuse?”

“Then I’m afraid you become a loose end yourself, Edward.”

“Tell me about the job.”

“Here’s what you need to know. She’s a prostitute, a nobody, like I said.” He reached into his shirt pocket and handed me a photograph. Oh, fuck no. This couldn’t be happening, I thought as I looked into the same brown eyes I’d torn myself away from this morning. “She works at the brothel in Medina, do you know it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want the job done tonight, and most importantly, I don’t want a body. Got that?”

“No body.”

“Nothing that can be identified, anyway. And there’s another catch – this time I need proof.”

“Proof? What are you talking about?”

“I need proof that she’s dead.”

Well, it wouldn’t be much of a story if he actually killed Bella, now would it? But what’s she doin’ in a brothel? Why does this creep really want her dead? Most importantly, how does Edward get them the hell out of this mess?

“Should my eyes be open?”

“Were they open when I shot you?”

“No.”

“Then no, they’d stay closed.” I stood up and looked down at her. “That’s perfect. Try to hold that while I make a puddle under your head.” I gently lifted her head a couple inches off the ground and poured out some corn syrup. It wasn’t quite as red as blood, but I was hoping that in the fading light of evening, the camera wouldn’t catch the slightly off color. “You’re going to get some in your hair.”

“That’s okay. It’ll wash out.”

I eased her head back down onto the puddle and added a little more syrup for good measure. Then I looked at her bullet wound again. If I’d shot her in the back of the head and the bullet had left through her forehead, there would be blood trickling down her face. I crouched down again and used the edge of the knife to drip corn syrup onto her forehead, watching it slowly slide down into the dust.

She opened her eyes to watch me, and then cast her gaze toward the horizon. “So the bullet would have gone in to the ravine?”

We seemed to be thinking alike. “Yeah. There’s no reason for me to pretend to find it.”

I stood and took the picture. It wasn’t perfect but she definitely looked dead. Only a forensics expert would catch the mistakes we’d made, and I highly doubted Mala would be sending these photos off to a crime lab.

Just so you know, Bella is no shrinkin’ violet in this fic! She’s clever, intuitive and turns Edward’s world upside down LMAO!

This fic is one you won’t soon forget nor will you be able to resist rereadin’ it every now and then for years to come!

~oOo~

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11370259/1/Island-Nights

I would always remember him as a dangerously beautiful twenty-two-year-old, a sensual and affectionate lover who could put a gun to a man’s head and pull the trigger. Why I couldn’t forget him was no mystery. I was still in love with him.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Angst – Bella, Edward, Emmett, Rosalie – Chapters: 2 – Words: 8,943 – Reviews: 86 – Favs: 145 – Follows: 282 – Updated: 17h ago – Published: Jul 10 – id: 11370259

Bella and Rose are workin’ at a tropical island resort for six months to pay for a long planned trip to Europe.

The word is that Edward can get you anything you want. He regularly leaves the island, returning with illicit drugs, available for sale to both staff and guests. He also takes orders for life’s necessities, so he provides an essential service. A good bottle of shampoo is like gold around here.

No one asks where he goes, but he always catches an early boat and doesn’t return until late.

He does most of his business here late on Friday nights when management allows us to join the guests in the main bar, as long as we are dressed appropriately and represent the resort professionally.

There are rumors about female employees making extra money keeping male guests company on “Island Night,” as the staff refer to it, and that Edward supplies them with whatever they want to enhance the experience.

Are all these rumors true? If they are, will it make any difference to Bella?

You’ll be as spellbound as me watchin’ her try to resist him LOL!

~oOo~

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11377834/10/The-Summer-Before

It’s the summer before college, and what better way to spend it than with friends on the beach. Love, sand, and the ocean is what awaits them. Can two people with difficult pasts move on? A birthday fic for Kyla713

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Angst – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 10 – Words: 16,073 – Reviews: 263 – Favs: 166 – Follows: 272 – Updated: 1h ago – Published: Jul 13 – id: 11377834

Bikinis √

Sarongs to cover said bikinis √

Cut offs √

Shorts √

Romper √

Dress √

Flip flops √

Sunscreen

Bella, staying a beach house with a good friend before starting college, one big fat check. She was packed and ready to go minutes before her best friend since preschool drove up to the curb of the house. The high-pitched beeps made her yelp, causing her mother to laugh down the hall.

“Better get a move on, or Angela is likely to leave without you.”

Not likely…the girls on their way to Cayucos Beach, California!!!

“You need to see this, Angela.” The near breathless quality of her voice had her friend running to join her by the window.

The sight before Angela made her nearly swoon. “I think I’m really going to like it here.”

Three boys, not much older than Bella and Angela, were tossing a football around on the beach. A dog ran around them, barking with its tail wagging. One of them had a guitar along one side of his body as he tossed the ball high into the air, seemingly laughing as the dog tried to intercept. He knelt to rub the dog’s ear and say something to his friend. A few more guys joined them within seconds, and the scene looked more like a photoshoot rather than real life. There were a lot of board shorts, backward caps, and lean muscled abs.

Bella smiled as the guitar-holding boy shielded his eyes as one of his friends pointed toward their house and waved. “I say summer is looking very promising.” She waved back, but before she had a chance to go outside, Alice called out for them from the front of the house. Bella and Angela shared a look. “I’m suddenly not feeling so tired. You?”

“Nope.”

Super fun summer readin’…we should all be so lucky LOL!

~oOo~

Rob Attack

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11382261/1/Unexpected-Complication

Homeless Bella seeks shelter from a storm in an abandoned warehouse. But while she is there, she witnesses something she should never have seen. It was a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. After discovering her, the gunman realizes he has no choice but to protect her from what she’s seen. He has to save her—even if she fights him—even if she hates him.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Humor – Bella, Edward – Words: 1,947 – Reviews: 275 – Favs: 598 – Follows: 954 – Published: Jul 15 – id: 11382261

Two gunshots rang out, hitting Blond guy in the chest. He jerked once, his body spasming and arching and then he sagged to the right, the weight of him toppling over the chair. Silence filled the room, none of the men moving. I covered my mouth with both hands, trying to stop the screams that were threatening. I was freezing cold—long shivers running through my body at the shock of what I had just witnessed. Silent tears ran down my cheeks as I bit my knuckles; trying not to make any sounds.

I buried my face into my knees, desperately wishing I had never found that hole in the fence. I needed them to leave. Then I could run. Run far away and scream. Footsteps faded away and I could hear the two remaining men speaking in low tones.

Gunman cleared his throat. “Come out.”

My body locked down. Who was he talking to?

“I said, come out of there. Now.”

I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. Blind fear kept me immobile.

Footsteps approached, and before I could blink, a large hand wrapped around my bicep and I was pulled out of my little dark corner, and tossed into the center of the room.

Cold metal pressed hard against my forehead. “And what have we here?”

OMFG! This fic has me bitin’ my nails and it’s only one chapter in *DIED!*

What fics have you so excited, you can’t wait to share????

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

Night Raider

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Random Rita ~ Friday Feature Fics!

Wet Rob Avi

Evenin’ ladies!

I was appalled to realize I hadn’t read one single complete fic this week *FACEPALM!*

Anyone would think I’d become a complete WIP junkie LMAO!

It’s just that there are some stories goin’ on right now that are so damn gooood and I get so excited every time they update!

So WIPs are what you’re gettin’ today LOL!

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11154986/1/Knock-Me-Up-Please

Bella decides she wants a baby and her biological clock ticks like a time bomb. She won’t try a sperm bank; she wants to meet a man, talk and check out his genes and then roll him over in the clover for a one-night Lo-ver. Can it happen that way?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 7 – Words: 14,502 – Reviews: 277 – Favs: 186 – Follows: 370 – Updated: May 20 – Published: Apr 1 – id: 11154986

The bar starts to quiet down as most of the people clear out. Joe grabs all the receipts and asks if I wouldn’t mind staying until closing. I can’t say no to the old guy, so I grab a few beers and sit next to Bronze Boy.

He tells me about the horrific accident near the diner, involving a young couple with a three-year-old little boy. Their car hit an oil slick, losing control and rolling them over an embankment behind the diner. He could do nothing to revive the man and woman.

With a shaky voice, he continues, “I tried everything, but there was internal bleeding. He never had a chance … Fuck … Only three years old.”

I hold his hand. “You did all that you could. I can’t imagine your grief, but you can’t blame yourself.” I kiss his hair to comfort him. “I’m so sorry,” I chant over and over.

He leans forward and grabs hold of me tightly. He sobs into the crick of my neck and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, running a hand through his soft hair. “It’s all right, it’s all right.”

The buzz of the beer…

His masculine scent …

Our closeness …

I break from our embrace and kiss his cheek.

He watches me with blurred eyes.

Another soft kiss. “It’s all right.” I rub my nose against his and slightly graze his lips with mine.

“Let me make you feel better, make you forget.”

And that’s really all she wanted to do but things got out of hand and you’ll have to read it to find out what happened next!

~oOo~

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11259139/1/Belward

Access Hollywood thinks he’s gay. Extra thinks he’s secretly married. In reality, Hollywood Hot Shot Edward Cullen is just busy. The literary world recognizes M. Dwyer as one of the most prolific writers of this generation. The business world knows Isabella Swan as a philanthropic real estate mogul. What happens when all of this comes crashing together? Canon Couples. Adult lang

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Humor – Chapters: 7 – Words: 19,906 – Reviews: 120 – Favs: 104 – Follows: 210 – Updated: 12m ago – Published: May 19 – id: 11259139

And crash they do…

“Why do I have to be here for this fitting, Ali? I will wear whatever you tell me to wear. You know my size, so why can’t I have an afternoon to myself?”

“Stop pouting, Edward,” Alice said. “Besides, I can tell just by looking at you that you ate a whole pepperoni pizza last night. My guess is you also had a couple beers and a couple Cherry Cokes with that. Your face is all bloated. You’re also looking a little pudgy. You better call your trainer if you want to really look the part for your WWI role.”

Edward ran his hands through his hair and said, “What is with everyone telling me I’m fat lately? Do I really look like I’ve put on weight?”

He walked to the bathroom to look in the mirror and just as he was about to pull the door open it was pushed from the inside and out tumbled a mass of brown hair. Acting on instinct, Edward’s arms shot out and he caught the softest, warmest body against his.

Time froze for a second when a small hand reached up and pushed the hair out of the way, and he was met with the most beautiful brown eyes he’d ever seen.

The rose colored, bow shaped lips that had formed a surprised O started moving, and he heard the most sexy voice say, “Oh shit!”

This story is definitely a MUST READ!!!

~oOo~

Rob Attack

{don’t know who made the pretty banner!}

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11238756/1/The-Harvest-Table

Isabella Swan, an executive under a great deal of stress, has the sudden need to get out of the office. Driving aimlessly, she finds her way to a country market and meets the charismatic stock boy, Edward. But is there more to Edward than meets the eye? Can he help Bella figure out there is more to life than money and business?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 4 – Words: 7,120 – Reviews: 875 – Favs: 768 – Follows: 1,097 – Updated: May 20 – Published: May 10 – id: 11238756

“You’re not a stock boy, are you?”

He shrugged sheepishly. “No. I’m…a little more than that.”

“Will you tell me?”

He pulled some more potatoes and handed them to me. I brushed the dirt off them as he grabbed a bottle of water and sat beside me on the warm earth, drinking deeply. He offered me the bottle, and I took a sip, liking the fact his lips had just been on the same bottle.

“My family runs the farm. My dad’s been a farmer all his life. Besides running my dad, my mom bakes all the bread and helps at the restaurant. My sister, Alice, does most of the cooking and overseeing. Her husband, Jasper, handles all the livestock with my brother, Emmett.”

He kept talking. “Em’s wife, Rose, makes the cheeses we use, and she and my mom do all the preserves, pickles, and jams we sell at the store. We’re all equal partners—we each bring our own strengths to the mix.”

“Wow! It is a family affair.”

“It is. Our cousins run the fruit farm and winery. We sell our produce through them as well as here, and we sell their fruit. Our wine comes from them. Anything we can’t produce, we get through other certified organic farms—not that there is much. We’re pretty self-sufficient.”

“Farm to table.”

Another masterpiece in the makin’ by the wonderful Edward’s Eternal!

~oOo~

Rob Attack

{banner by Christag}

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11258538/1/Sharp-Left-Turn

In an instant your life can take a sharp left turn. Can you find the strength to lose it all and gain the unknown? Lives will be shattered, including your own.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Hurt/Comfort/Romance – Bella, Edward – Words: 2,650 – Reviews: 73 – Favs: 125 – Follows: 237 – Published: May 19 – id: 11258538

I’ll never forget how scary it was trying to find the right daycare for my six-week-old son. I interviewed countless centers and was almost to my wits end, when Angela Webber suggested Esme.

Meeting Esme Cullen literally changed my life, in more ways than one. First, she put me at ease instantly and I knew right away that her place is where Jake would be staying. It wasn’t much later down the road when my younger sister, Alice, met Esme’s son, Jasper, while picking Jake up for me. Their connection was instantaneous and they married just six months ago. The Cullens had become like family to me over the years, and now they actually are.

I pick up the phone and press to connect the call.

“Esme, how is everything?” It’s not unheard of for her to call me at the office, so I don’t think anything of it until I hear her next words.

“Bella, I need you to stay calm.”

I immediately tense. “What do you mean stay calm …Has something happened?”

I’m met by silence.

“Esme, you’re scaring me. What is it, please, tell me,” I almost scream into the phone.

I’ve already jumped from my seat and am pacing around my office, my mind going a million miles a minute.

“Bella,” she says finally. “It’s Jake.”

Only one chapter posted and I’m already blown away!

See? One of these days, I’ll seduce all you WIP wussies LMAO!

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

Night Raider

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Random Rita ~ Friday Feature Fics!

Wet Rob Avi

Evenin’ ladies!

Growin’ up Texan, I’ve seen my fair share of rodeos and there’s an aura surroundin’ bull riders that sets them apart as a different breed of man!

First off, you’d have to be in the best shape of your life to manhandle 2 tons of ragin’ bull tryin’ to buck  you off and then kill you!

These men are lucky to end their careers without permanent injuries of some kind. Hell’n they’re lucky to actually live to see the end of their rodeo careers!

Edward Cullen lived but the price he paid put him in smack dab in the path of Bella Swan…

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11082616/1/The-Bull-Rider

Bella’s an exemplary student who enjoys her part-time job at the University, helping with event days; except when she has to deal with one particular sponsor. Edward Cullen runs the most popular country bar in the area. Handsome, charming and cocky, he only has eyes for one member of the student body. Can he ever make her see beneath his façade?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 16 – Words: 46,911 – Reviews: 3,303 – Favs: 1,734 – Follows: 2,165 – Updated: May 6 – Published: Mar 1 – Status: Complete – id: 11082616

“My last competition, there was a bull. He was fucking ornery as hell—in fact his name was Satan’s Spawn. Bad-tempered, nasty piece of livestock. Most were afraid to ride him. The purse to best him was huge.” I looked at her and shrugged. “I was young, cocky and stupid. And I wanted that purse.”

“He won?” She guessed.

“No. I rode him twice. Lasted the longest both rounds.”

“What…” Her voice trailed off.

“Something went wrong. I felt my hold slip and instead of falling back and away, I fell forward.” I drew in a deep lungful of air. “I tried rolling, but he got me before they got to him. He stomped on my leg and hip, crushing the bones. Luckily, they got me away before he started to gore me. I remember the pain, screaming, people running, but that’s all.”

“What was the damage?”

I tapped my leg. “I have an artificial hip and enough rods and posts in my leg to erect a small building. They weren’t sure I’d walk again, but I’m stubborn.”

Well, you can’t do what Bella does and not wanna get your hands on that long, lean, sexy body to make sure it’s fully capable of performin’!

“I wish I had a massage table,” she mumbled as she crawled up the bed, straddling my thighs, pushing my body deeper into the mattress. “This would be so much easier.”

I shook my head. “No, I like it like this.”

I didn’t have to see to know she rolled her eyes at me.

She was so good at this. Within moments, I was lost in a haze of pleasure. Up and down, back and forth, she pressed and pulled, her fingers digging into muscles I didn’t even know were sore and easing the ache. She stretched over my back, the silk of her skin brushing on mine as she moved in a constant fluid motion, never ceasing in her ministrations. I found the strength in her tiny hands amazing—how her little fingers could dig so deep and coax hardened muscles into a relaxed state was beyond my comprehension.

I tried desperately not to get turned on by the feel of her gliding fingers over my buttocks, but it was to no avail. My cock twitched and lengthened, pressing into the mattress, wanting relief. Wanting her hands on him.

*WickedEvilGrin!* Yeah, you’re just gonna have to read it to see how THAT ends LMAO! Lucky for you, it’s COMPLETE!

Rob Attack

{banner by FallingsnowWinter}

~oOo~

Psalm 107 ~ New American Standard Bible

Those who go down to the sea in ships,
Who do business on great waters;

They have seen the works of the LORD,
And His wonders in the deep.

Rob Attack

{banner by FallingsnowWinter}

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11134279/1/Clallam

My life had always been a sea of carefully laid plans, until he blew through. Cool and quiet, like the calm before the storm. It was brewing. Short summary inside. AH

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Angst – Chapters: 10 – Words: 28,229 – Reviews: 701 – Favs: 285 – Follows: 507 – Updated: May 3 – Published: Mar 23 – id: 11134279

Bella moves to the tiny fishin’ village of Clallam for her very first job as a teacher. She doesn’t want to fall for her next door neighbor but Cull’s lure is irresistable!

Through the rhythmic splashes, I heard the slam of a screen door and my eyes snapped open to find my neighbor’s tall frame outlined in the blurry moonlight. Even at this ungodly hour his movements were lithe and concise, unhindered by the bulkiness of his hooded, gray sweatshirt and constricting, brown suspenders that hooked into a pair of baggy, orange overalls. The black beanie fit snugly on top of his head. My line of sight was cut off when he climbed into the cab of his rusted, red truck. I ducked out of the beam of his headlights to watch him retreat before heading to bed. And I laid there long after he’d gone, just thinking. About my long drive to Clallam. About the new school I was starting. How I missed my family and friends. But mostly I thought about him.

Fishin’ is a dangerous and heartbreakin’ profession where wives and loved ones spend their lives waitin’ for their men to come home…or not!

“You know that big storm we got over the weekend?”

I nodded.

“Well, I guess the worst of it was out at sea ’cause it capsized one of the crabbers.”

The school closed. I was slowly losing my mind not having anything to do but sit and wrack my brain for the name painted on the side of my neighbor’s boat. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember what it was, if he crabbed or hopefully just fished.

Every night I hadn’t woken to the squeaking of a screen door, I would look out in hopes that I just hadn’t heard it. But his truck was never there. He was never there.

“I’m sure he’s fine. I mean, wouldn’t Lea know if he wasn’t? She is his landlord.” Emily reminded me.

Emily took off later that afternoon, leaving me to watch the sunset alone on my front porch swing. But with everything that was going on in my head, I couldn’t enjoy it because what if he was dead? What if he didn’t have family to mourn him? What if he didn’t have a soul? A flower? Maybe I should have clipped a flower for him. Just in case.

I heard his truck before I saw it putter over the small hill in our shared driveway. My heart sped while his engine stalled and then restarted before he made it to the sparse gravel alongside his house.

My first instinct was to run up and give him a hug and make sure he was okay. But when he waved, I waved. And that was that. He disappeared into his house and I hadn’t seen him since.

*Phew!* Well, Cull made it back home safe and sound…this time!

Slow burn on this one, darlin’s! Take my advice and put it on alert if you’d rather wait until it’s complete!

What fics have kept you on the edge of you seats?

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

Night Raider

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Random Rita ~ Friday Feature Fics!

Wet Rob Avi

Good mornin’, ladies!

Today’s feature fics are guaranteed to give you lots of warm and fuzzies attributable to the cuteness factor inherent in fics that include awesome animals as well as precious little angels LOL!

And, since I never can get enough Daddyward, you’re gettin’ one complete and one WIP to devour at your leisure!

A Soft Place to Land by btwnthestacks (complete at 16 chapters)!

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{banner by: Forthelongestday}

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7775714/1/A-Soft-Place-to-Land

Single father Edward Cullen and his daughter are looking for a soft place to land. In an attempt to help her, he turns to a program at the local library. While two furry friends help his child find her confidence, their owner will mend his broken heart.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Edward, Bella – Chapters: 16 – Words: 42,828 – Reviews: 1,779 – Favs: 1,891 – Follows: 1,712 – Updated: Jun 21, 2012 – Published: Jan 26, 2012 – Status: Complete – id: 7775714

Along with William Wallace and Gandalf the Grey, two Scottish Deerhounds she rescued and trained as therapy dogs, Dr. Bella Swan takes over a veterinary practice in her home town of  Forks !

Two months after unpacking my belongings into the small cottage I rented on the outskirts of town, I approached the chief of staff at the local hospital to inquire about volunteer opportunities for my therapy dogs.

Unfortunately, he informed me that the hospital had recently instituted a ‘no animals’ policy due to allergies and other reasons.

Dr. Cullen pulled his prescription pad and wrote down the phone number for his daughter Alice. I knew Alice. She was a senior at Forks High when I was a freshman.

Apparently she had recently taken over as director of the local library and was working on programming for the upcoming year.

I contacted Alice that afternoon and she excitedly agreed to meet me for coffee the following day. Over steaming cups of the local brew, she filled me in on her plan to start the ‘Read to a Dog’ program, wherein children would read aloud to licensed therapy dogs for one or two hours a week.

“You see,” Alice began, “dogs won’t laugh at you if you make a mistake and they won’t interrupt you to pick on you when you miss a word. The program has been wildly successful at larger libraries. The board agreed to the idea, but as you can imagine, I haven’t been able to find any licensed therapy dogs. I just about flipped my chair over when you called!”

Gandalf and Wallace loved children. And I loved the possibility of volunteering with them again. Without hesitation, I said yes, and Alice followed me to my place to meet the boys. Within minutes of being in their company, we were hired.

{I was pleased to learn “Read to a Dog” is a REAL program!}

As fate would have it, Edward’s daughter has a readin’ problem and Bella’s dogs {and Bella herself, of course} prove to be a Godsend!

I FLUVED this fic! What drama we encounter is quickly resolved so there’s not a lot of draggin’ things out for the sake of makin’ it a longer fic LOL!  In the end, Edward’s problem with his ex is taken care of in a hugely satisfyin’ but totally unexpected manner and that’s all I’m sayin’ about that *gigglesnort!*

You will love A Soft Place to Land as much as I did, of that I have no doubt!

Rob Attack

~oOo~

Birthday Wishes by Edward’s Eternal {WIP 7 chapters in}

Rob Attack

{Banner by: Beffers87}

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10586787/1/Birthday-Wishes

Birthdays are special—especially when you’re five. What special wishes does Teddy Cullen hope come true this year? And why do his wishes involve a certain dark-haired lady from the park?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 7 – Words: 20,946 – Reviews: 1,654 – Favs: 1,061 – Follows: 1,595 – Updated: 9h ago – Published: Aug 2 – id: 10586787

It was the little boy in the banner that caught my attention for this wonderful WIP!

Rob Attack

Seriously, I have no idea whose kid this is in RL but he’s such a little cutie *squeeze!*

Bella’s not on such solid footin’ in this fic but a little boy’s birthday wish changes everything…for the better!

“Teddy, don’t bother the nice lady too much. Here’s your cone.”

We both looked up at Teddy’s father, standing there and holding out the double scoop cone to Teddy who took it with a grin. Then he reached for the vanilla one his dad was holding in his other hand and turned to me, thrusting it forward.

“This is for you.”

I frowned and looked at his father, who shrugged and smiled. “It’s his birthday. One of his wishes was to buy the reading lady a cone.” His voice was serious. “I can’t say no to a birthday wish.”

There’s an instant attraction between them, which Edward wastes no time in exploitin’…

“Um, you have a little…”

“What?”

“Ice cream. On your face.” I pointed to his cheek.

Without thinking, I lifted my hand. He leaned in toward me, and I gently wiped the ice cream away, holding out my finger to show him. “Got it.”
His hand covered mine, and before I could react, his lips opened and he pulled my finger into his mouth, the tongue swirling on my skin, gathering up the sweet, melted goo. His eyes remained locked on mine as he pulled back.

“Thanks,” he said with a smile, his voice slightly husky. “Too good to waste.”

My entire body was humming, wanting to be closer. The desire to feel those soft lips and tongue on other parts of my body was intense.

Now, if only she can swallow her pride and accept what Edward and his son have to offer!

Put this one on alert if you’re not ready to follow it as a WIP! It will be well worth the wait!

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

Night Raider

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