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!
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!!!!
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.
“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.”
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!
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.
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!!!
Like a Boss!Rockin’ that Dior suit!
Yet so damned Adorkable LMAO!
Happy Saturday, y’all!