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Friday, July 30, 2010

Breakaway Chapter 20 Teaser

A few tense seconds later, the green flag was waved and the cars shot forward. Carlisle felt tense as he watched closely as Edward and Bella fell into line with one another, moving smoothly as if they were one entity. There was actually surprisingly little speaking needed for them to find their natural flow. He observed with interest, staying as quiet as possible, as the spotters spoke to the drivers, warning them of things to watch out for and wrecks they would soon encounter.

The race ran smoothly for the first half until the first major pileup of cars had Carlisle standing at attention, watching with baited breath as his kids approached the collision. His hand fisted at his side until they were safely past the smoking collection of cars at the top of the second turn. He hadn’t even realized his fists were clenched until he felt the soft skin of his wife’s hand slide over it and slowly peel it open. He turned to look at her as she looked up with softness into his eyes.

“They do this for a living, sweetheart, and they are very good at what they do. Have a little faith in them, Carlisle.”

Carlisle sighed, running his hand over the back of his neck. “I’m just worried,” he whispered. “I don’t want them hurt.”

Esme nodded, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Neither do I, Carlisle. They are well protected in those cars and they know how to handle themselves. Trust me, I’ve seen Edward pull himself out of some scary situations, and I’ve watched Bella do it a time or two on TV as well. There is a reason why they have made it this far. They truly are among the best of the best in their field.”

Carlisle’s eyes drifted to the blacktop in awe as Edward and Bella’s cars drifted almost gracefully over the top. He felt a sense of pride as he started making connections in his mind. Edward’s job was sort of the equivalent of becoming head of surgery at John’s Hopkins. He was one of the best in his field. Yes, his field might not be the most academic or respected in his circle of friends, but looking at the stands and seeing the copious amounts of money and effort that goes into a race, it became obvious that it was so much more than he had ever imagined.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Breakaway Chapter 19 teaser

Fair warning, this Carlisle is a wee bit of an asswipe.

Carlisle huffed. “Fine, Esme! Fine! I will tell them to take me off call for the night, but you only get one night.”

“Thank you, Carlisle. I have something I desperately need to discuss with you later tonight though, so please set aside some time for a private chat.”

The line went dead and Esme’s heart went cold. With every passing week, Carlisle seemed to distance himself more and more. The truth of the matter was, Edward was not the only one with whom Carlisle had formed a wedge, everyone in his life outside of work had suffered the same fate in the past few years. Esme loved her husband dearly, but she couldn’t help but wonder how much longer she could endure her husband’s obsession with his mistress, the hospital, which saw him twice as often as she did.

Esme looked in the rearview, her heart dropping further as she saw the look in her son’s eyes. While Bella, who did not know her or her husband all that well yet, thought nothing of the exchange they had just witnessed, Edward knew all too well what had transpired. She plastered a fake smile on her face.

“Well, good news kids, Carlisle just got off work and has enough time to grab lunch with us before he has to go get some rest. We’re going to meet him at the Signature room on the 95th floor of Hancock Center, that way, when we finish eating, it will be a short elevator ride home for him, instead of a long drive. I hope that’s okay with the two of you.”

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Breakaway Teaser

So this is basically the first eight paragraphs or so of the next chapter. It's 7 pages long and basically six of those are the massive lemon I've been teasing you with for weeks :)

Over a full week had passed since the day of the meeting with the Volturi and Bella’s big surprise. Edward couldn’t get it out of his mind, which wasn’t a very good thing when you’re running qualifying laps on your home turf and screwing the pooch big time, thank goodness he pulled himself together and made good time on his third lap or else he’d have been in the back of the pack for sure. The same was true the next day in the practice laps. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get his mind off of his amazing girl.

The week had passed in a haze of ridiculously vivid memories that he was dying to repeat in a real life setting as soon as they could. If only their promotional schedule wasn’t so intense, he was quite sure that he would have found a way already. The time had passed quickly and before Edward knew it, he was T minus fifty five minutes to race time with Bella pinned against the bedroom door of their RV, kissing the living shit out of her while his hands roamed.

He broke away panting as he trailed kisses down her neck. “Holy Hell, Bella, what did you do to me, Baby? I can’t think of anything by you in those boots and bustier. I’m dying here.”

Bella giggled, tipping her head to the side to allow him better access. “Well that tears it; I am definitely taking the girls shopping soon to get some more things to surprise you with.”

Edward moaned, hitching her leg over his hip and grinding his needfulness into her. Bella whimpered, dropping her head back against the door, her hands gripping Edward’s hair as he trailed kisses across the tops of her breasts.

“Shit! Edward, we have to get ready to race. I can’t focus when I’m all horny! We have to stop!”

Edward moaned into the flesh of her neck. “Or we could have a quickie and get it out of our system now!”

Bella whimpered before moving her hands to his chest and pushing him away with gentle force. When Edward pulled back, he wanted to cry at the determination in Bella’s eyes. She was shutting him down and he knew it. He sighed deeply before settling her foot back to the floor and taking a step back while trying to adjust himself in his pants.

Bella adjusted her shirt, giving Edward an apologetic look. She leaned in and kissed his forehead. “If it’s any consolation, I’ll make it up to you twice once we get home tonight before we have to leave again tomorrow.”

Edward nodded disappointedly before watching Bella walk out of the bedroom to disappear into the light on the other side of the RV door. He fell back against the bed and rubbed his face, trying to figure out a way to block the images, and yet finding himself completely unsuccessful.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Tiny Breakaway Teaser ;)

Teeny Tiny Teaser for Breakaway. I may share a larger one later ;)
Edward froze just before entering the room as he listened to the conversation, taken off guard by Bella’s nervously chuckling voice.

“Sorry girls, I um…am not a big carpet fan. I most definitely prefer hard wood.”

He couldn’t figure out for the life of him why she would feel so self conscious talking about floor coverings until he heard Tanya’s reply.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Breakaway Chapter 15 teaser

I actually got the chapter done fairly early! I'm giving you a super fun part of the chapter for your teaser since I'm a little behind. Hope you like it!

“Felix, I’m asking for a few seconds to give him a little motivation…that’s all. Just give me thirty seconds.”

Felix sighed before agreeing and the line went quiet for a moment before Bella chuckled.
“If anybody is still listening, then it’s your own fault! Edward, I’m upping the ante. You win this race and tonight I’ll put on the outfit that shall not be named for you. I’ve already arranged for nobody to disturb us since some of the crew have family in town and won’t be around tonight. So, what do you say?”

Edward chuckled, moving into second place seamlessly. “You won’t even tell me what it is, so how do I know it’s worth it?”

Bella cleared her throat. “Trust me it is, but if you need inspiration, I can give you a few hints. Think black satin bustier, lace cups, and thigh high, fuck me boots.”

Edward’s hands tightened on the wheel, his pants growing uncomfortable just at the visual as he pushed up behind Gordon, sliding into his draft.

“You’re on, baby…and if I win, the boots stay on!”