Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Five Mistakes I Made That Led Me to You: Teaser and Banner

She slid the sonogram picture across the table to me and my eyes widened as I gazed upon the baby. At the top of the photos edge it read: Baby Girl Swan.

Baby girl.
The three dimensional image showed every detail of her tiny face.

She had my lips.

“I’m not asking for anything, Edward. I just had to find you and let you know, that way you could decide whether or not you wanted to be in her life.”

“Do you need money?” I asked, still in shock and awe at the photo in my hands.

“That’s not why I’m here!” she yelled across the table, her hands slamming against the wooden table top. My eyes snapped to her and then looked around the room to the gawkers. She shook her head and lowered her voice. “I don’t need your fucking money, Edward. Are you even listening to me?”

“I… what do you want then?”

She huffed and shook her head before taking off on a rant. “You weren’t fucking listening. I don’t want anything from you. I can do this on my own. I’m just here, with an olive branch, giving you a choice to be in her life or not. It took a fucking lot to track you down. You didn’t leave me a name, or a number, nothing! I saw your picture on a magazine, that’s how I found you! You probably didn’t give me a second thought when you walked out my door. I know I’m just a fucking one night stand to you, you probably have them a lot, and you couldn’t care less about me. But I’m here for her, to try and give my daughter the opportunity to know her father.”

I flinched from her words, but was still too stunned to speak. I had no idea what to say. Less than two hours ago I was a single guy, running a growing company, with no children. Now I was… lost. A baby? A baby with a woman I didn’t even know? Did I want to get to know her? I knew the answer to that one, because I’d thought of no other woman but her for the past six months.

She stood from the booth, tired of my silence, the movement awkward due to the swell of her stomach. “Here’s my card,” she said, flicking the small piece of cardboard at me. I picked it up and read the small print; Isabella Swan, Editor, Chicago Tribune. “Call me if you want, don’t call me, I don’t really fucking care at this point.”

She threw her coat on and grabbed her purse. “Merry Christmas, Edward,” she said as she walked away from me and out the door.

Like a fucking moron, I just stared after her. I sat in the booth for almost an hour looking at the picture in my hand when my phone buzzed, calling me back to my reality. I was late for an appointment with a manager from one of our contracts.
Throwing a fifty on the table I grabbed my coat and the picture and left, walking the opposite direction that she had.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Alternate Breach - another bit

It was sunny in Seattle for fuck’s sake, and on a Saturday no less, so I decided to take Caleb to the park while we had the chance. Before leaving my job at the prosecutor’s office I would probably have had to work on a Saturday, but, with Weber and Weber, Jack really wanted everyone to take the weekend off to spend with their families.

He was off, climbing and digging and flirting as soon as his tiny toddler feet hit the park. I was being eyed by many of the mom’s that were there, but I wasn’t interested in whatever they were thinking. I was interested in the brunette sitting on a bench in the shade reading a book about forty feet from me in the grassy section.

It was Isabella.

Damn, the past few weeks had been so difficult working side by side with her. She was fantastic at her job and she was teaching me a great deal. Contracts had never really held my interest and I only took the minimum and could write a decent one. Isabella had it down to an art. Her verbiage was superior and there was no wiggle room.

But it was difficult because I found myself so attracted to her. She called to me like none other.

I watched her for about fifteen minutes, my eyes switching between her and Caleb, when I saw her put her book back in the bag she was carrying and stand up.

I swallowed hard as I admired her figure. The jeans she wore hugged her hips and thighs perfectly. She wore a simple fitted v-neck tee, that when she bent over gave me a nice view down her shirt.

My cock stirred to life at the view and I forced myself to will him down.

She started walking and while doing so I was able to finally see past the mask she kept so neatly in place. She looked… dead inside. I wondered once again what happened to her that she was like that. My chest ached and I found myself unconsciously rubbing the spot above my heart.

I couldn’t stand the emptiness I saw.

“Isabella!” I called out to her and I watched her stop and look around. It had been involuntary, but I just didn’t want her to go yet. I waved to get her attention and she headed over.

“Hi, Edward. What are you doing here?” she asked with a polite smile mask.

Damn I was beginning to hate that. I wanted to see the real Isabella, not this fake one she created for society.

“It was such a nice day out I brought my son to play.”

“Oh, really? Which one?” she asked, her eyes searching across the sea of kidlums.

My arm moved across her and pointed to the little plastic world. “He’s the wild on over there on the jungle jim.”

“He has your hair color.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, and it’s unruly, just like mine.”

“So, that’s a natural state then?” she inquired.

“My mom used to say if cowlicks were on sale, she must have bought them all.”

“And here I thought you just got a lot of sex,” she said with a smirk.

“Ha! I wish!” I scoffed. I could feel my cock stiffen as I replayed in my mind the word ‘sex’ coming from her lips. Yes, I’d like to get a lot of sex… from her.

Damn. She’d been there not ten minutes and I was already envisioning all the places in the park that I could fuck her against. I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the ends, trying to pull my thoughts away before I tried to act on them.

I had no fucking clue what had come over me since I met her. I’d never been unfaithful, even when times were really bad. Did I think about other women and masturbate to them? Hell, yes. Did I act on it? Hell, no. So, what was the difference here? Was it because I knew that Angie and I were going to call it quits soon? Or was it just Isabella? She was my siren singing a song only for me.

I could feel her eyes on me and she looked… curious.

I was about to ask her what she was thinking when Caleb ran up.

“Daddy! Daddy! Isa giant spider!” he exclaimed, jumping up and down. His hands made a circle to show the size of the ‘giant spider’.

“Wow, that’s awesome, Caleb! Did you show it to the girls?” I asked as I crouched down to his level.

He shook his head and frowned. “Dey ran way!”

“Well, girls don’t really like spiders. They’re afraid.”

“Oooh,” he said like he’d made some great realization though I didn’t think he really did.

“Hey, bud, I want to introduce you to someone. This is Miss Isabella. Can you say hi?” I urged Caleb.

He turned into me acting all shy then looked up at her from under his long eyelashes and whispered ‘hi’. I watched Isabella squat down to his eye level. She didn’t exactly look comfortable with the situation and I wondered if she didn’t like children, or she just had never been around them.

“Hi, Caleb. How are you today?”

“Fine,” he replied. “You’re pretty.” He smiled up at her.

Isabella looked taken aback by his honest comment. It was like she didn’t know how to respond. I caught her eye and pulled my fingers apart at my mouth creating a smile.

Her mouth turned up in a struggled movement that quickly softened. “That’s very kind of you to say.”

“Daddy, tell her she pretty!” he demanded, smacking me on the arm.

“Yes, she’s very pretty, Caleb,” I said, my gaze locking on hers.

She met my eyes for a brief moment before turning away.

Caleb’s attention was caught by something on the playground and he was off.

“He’s adorable,” she commented and it was sincere. I came to the conclusion that it had been the later; she had just never been around children.

I smirked. “Yeah, I think I’ll keep him.”

“Well, I’d better get going. It was nice bumping into you.”

“So soon? Have a hot date tonight?”

Please say ‘no’. Please say ‘no’.

“No, just some errands I need to run. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Have a great rest of your weekend.”

“You too,” she said, waving as she walked away.

Caleb ran up and he and I stared after her, watching her walk away.

“’Bella nice. I like her,” Caleb declared and I couldn’t agree more.

“Me too, bud, me too. Want to go get some ice cream?” I asked him and watched him jump up and down, clapping his hands in response.


“Ok, let’s go!”

I gave one last look in Isabella’s fleeting direction before taking Caleb’s hand and heading to the nearest ice cream parlor.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Alternate Breach?

I have a reader of Breach who sends me lovely pm's with thoughts and insight on Breach. She really gets my mind going and thinking and analyzing more than I would have.

Anyway, she wrote me recently and it really got me thinking. The question has been asked before by Dr. Hugsalot and other readers: What would have happened if Edward and Angela were never in an accident? What if the Volturi never hunted Edward?

My mind has been whirling and twirling with this since last night and words have started flowing. It's bits and pieces and I honestly don't know what will come of it, if anything. Right now, it's just an exercise in 'what if'? So, then, I guess the big question really boils down to is...

What if Edward lost the conviction of Giana Volturi?

Here's a small bit of what I've been getting. Let me know what you think. Would you be interested to see more? Like I said, right now, this is just for fun.


I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. She gasped, but a moan slipped past her lips as she melted against me. My hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her body flush to mine.
Her lips were soft and sweet with an underlying burning that had me delving in deeper for more of her. I could feel every fiber of my being begin to light up and then quickly turn dark when she pulled away and out of my grasp.
She stared up at me with her blank expression, her mask. I wanted to rip it from her. I wanted her to show me. I needed to see all of her.
She continued to stare at me for another minute, but when I made a small move toward her, she backed up. Her body turned away from me, giving me another glimpse of her mask, before heading down the sidewalk.
“Isabella, wait!” I called out, my hand reaching out to grab her arm, halting her in her tracks.
She turned to look at me and I saw it.
She slipped.
For one brief second I could see past her mask and into the pain and confusion in her features and the emptiness inside her eyes.
“You have a wife and a son. Go home, Edward. Just… just leave me alone,” she begged, wrenching her arm from my grasp.
I stood in my spot, unable to move as I watched her walk away. Arms wrapped around her body, head down. I watched after her when the rain began and continued to stand there long after she left my field of view.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Sail away, sail away, sail away!!

Whoa! Channeling Enya there.

Well, my lovelies, it has come to that time: my honeymoon. I didn't get as many updates out as I had hoped and now Welcome to the Cameo Hotel is behind. If it is any consolation, the next chapter will be about 10k words. I have one chapter almost complete of Breach for you to have upon my return. I'd like to say I will write on my honeymoon (and some have threatened me if I do) but you never know. It may happen, it may not. And if it does I don't anticipate it being more then a scene or two that pop into my brain.

I wanted to get a chapter of When Bunnies Attack out before I go, and it may still happen, but we'll see.

I will miss you all!! I don't know what I'll do without FB and tumblr for 2 weeks. Damn, I can't even comprehend NOT writing for 2 weeks anymore!!! I haven't gone that long since before Hate What You Do To Me!!

Anywho, I'll be sure to tease you before I go. 2 days!!!!! :D


Saturday, November 19, 2011

Teaser Breach chapter 22 Part 2

When Jack Weber called Edward and I into his office on my last part time day I thought it was to discuss how things were going.

Now donned with crutches, I hobbled through the door that Edward held open and we both made our way to the plush leather chairs sitting in front of Jack’s desk.

“Well, it’s been three weeks since you returned, Isabella, how are you feeling these days?” he asked as I stowed the crutches beside me.

“Better and even more so when I get this cast removed,” I replied.

“Good. Very good. I remember when Edward was the same,” he said with a nod. “How are you two doing?”

My brow scrunched at his question. “Well, we still have mountains of cases on our desks.”

“I don’t think that’s what he’s asking,” Edward spoke up. I turned to look at him and found him staring at Jack inquisitively. Jack just smiled back. “Jack?” Edward rubbed his face and groaned. “He knows.”

“Knows?” I asked before realization dawned. I turned to look at Jack who was… smiling. Not the image I had in my mind when I thought of Jack Weber finding out about us.

I had visions of a red faced Mr. Weber screaming about company policies and how could I corrupt his son-in-law or something. Though I’m pretty sure Edward was the one doing the corrupting.

“And here I’ve been freaking out on how to tell you and you knew!” Edward exclaimed, throwing his arms into the air. Jack just smiled and Edward cocked his head and stared at him. “Jack, why are you smiling? Wait… yo-you didn’t… plan this… did you?”

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Welcome to the Cameo Hotel pic

I love this photo. This photo is Isabella and Edward. Loving touches, whispered words, playful kisses, all wrapped in the sheets on her full size bed in her 458 square foot apartment. No posh hotels, stuck up people, suits (except the birthday kind), or rules. Just two people in love, enjoying just being with one another without all the pretense.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Breach Teaser Chapter 22

Yes, I know 21 isn't out yet. But there is no sexy scenes, so I wanted to tease with goodies to come.

It was a few days later that Edward went off to make dinner and I was free to take a shower by myself. Showers had been difficult for both of us lately, though Edward’s arousal was much more noticeable than my own. It was torture to watch his cock salute me, innocently brushing against my skin leaving a trail of fire that settled between my thighs. He begged me not to mind, but all I wanted to do was lean forward and take him into my mouth.

I was thankfully getting ever closer to getting rid of my cast. I was tired of donning the blue rubber boot to shower and not being able to walk on it.

Once I was ready I stepped into the shower with the help of the dozen or so handles Edward had added. The water felt good against my skin and I could feel my body relaxing. My hands ran over my body spreading the water around. My fingers brushed over my nipples and I felt the tingles move down my body.

Thoughts of Edward in the shower, his cock at full attention, filled my mind. My hand unconsciously slid down and teased my clit, my fingers sliding against my slit.

“Taste me,” he begged.

I could imagine wrapping my lips around his head, his fingers tangling in my hair.

“Feels so fucking good. I’ve missed my little cock slut. So good at sucking me off.”

His hips thrust forward, pushing his hard cock down my throat. I imagined my fingers were his and began pushing them into my pussy.

“So fucking tight. Going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. You’d like me to fuck this tight little pussy, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, please!” I begged my vision.

The dress: Chapter 3 WttCH

Here is the dress Isabella wore as Aphrodite in chapter 3 of Welcome to the Cameo Hotel

Monday, October 24, 2011

Teaser WttCH chapter 3 May

“Very nice. I must say, you seem to have my successor making faces I’ve never seen before,” Mr. Hale said with a deep laugh as we swayed on the dance floor.

“Sir?” I questioned.

“Please, call me Alex, Isabella.”


He grinned down at me. “That is sure to get his blood boiling.”

“I’m afraid I’m a bit lost,” I admitted.

“You, dear girl, have the next in line of my company completely smitten with you. I’ve never seen him act this way with a woman before. Just look at his face!” he exclaimed jovially.

I turned to find Edward glaring at us as we spun around the dance floor. He wasn’t just glaring though, he was… sulking.

“I know that you must have seen his other side by now. He is very angry that another man is touching what is ‘his’, even though it’s a sixty five year old man, but beneath that he’s sad that it isn’t him. He can’t stand to be away from you, that much is obvious,” he explained.

I looked back at Edward, his hand moved up to rub his face. He was clearly agitated and torn.

“Shall we really get him riled up? Enough so that he will come and take you from me?” Alex questioned.

I laughed. “You’re terrible! And yes.”

We put operation ‘make him take Isabella away’ in play and were soon a bit closer then we had been. A tango came on over the speakers and we were off.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Welcome to the Cameo Hotel Banner and Teaser

Hotel supervisor, Isabella, is having a hard time with Cameo Hotel’s newest guest, VP Edward Cullen. He’s an ass and complains about everything! What is it that Mr. Cullen really wants?

It all started on a Wednesday night when I was on duty one night after a grueling mid-term exam. I had been in a shitty mood and when I got to work was reamed out by angry customer after angry customer thanks to one of the maids, Jessica, completely skipping one of her floors. I was to the point of throwing up my hands and saying ‘fuck it’ when he walked in.

You know when in a movie time slows down when the gorgeous stranger walks in, the wind blowing around them, the ballad playing in the background. Hair flying, oozing sex, and making my panties wet. Yeah, it was one of those moments.

“Can’t this hotel do anything right?” he questioned as he removed his cuff links, the sounds of the maintenance man, Sam, clinking away in the bathroom.

“Once again, I apologize…” I began, but was cut off.

“Enough with your damn apologies, two fucking weeks of them and they don’t fix a fucking thing,” he sneered. “Fucking incompetent idiots.”

“Please, sir, your language is inappropriate. I am trying to rectify the situation.”

“There shouldn’t be a situation,” he nearly shouted, glaring at me as he pulled the tie from around his neck.

“Why are you such an asshole?” I asked, staring up at him.

“Because I can be… because I have to be,” he answered honestly.

“What did I do to you?”

“I like you,” he answered, and I could see the truth in his eyes. My crying stopped momentarily “I’ve gone about it in a very juvenile way, I admit.”

“How so?”

“Don’t little boys pick on the girl they like?”

“You’re an adult, you know. If you like someone you don’t beat them down and make them feel inferior. It’s called wooing. I have a dictionary, you can look it up.”

His eyes darkened as he gazed down at me. His hand reached up and tugged at his hair.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hands braced on the wall before me, his torso and hips rocking as he reigned something in.

“Please,” I whispered, my hand slapping over my mouth almost immediately.

“You don’t know how much I want you,” he whispered, his hands clenched in fists against the wall.

I leaned forward and nuzzled his cock through his suit pants, running my nose and lips from the base to the tip of the very large cock that lay beneath.

“No, but your friend here wants to tell me.”

My gaze lifted to his and I held his eyes as I closed my mouth around the head of his clothed cock. He drew in a sharp breath.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Back to work!

Starting to get back into writing after the wedding. Having a bit of a hard time as while I was away working on wedding stuff I turned my brain off of channel Breach and plot bunnies ran wild and I have a new story (short story that will be posted once completed) and a Breach prequel one shot I am working on.

I also need to wrap up Hate What You Do To Me and the second epilogue of 29 Dimensions. And the next chapter of WBA.

To add on to it all, I’ve been sick all week and still am.

Really, really, really need to get back onto channel Breach, but am having such a hard time with all these dang bunnies!!!

There are way too many open docs on my computer right now!

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Teaser chapter 20

We spent all of Saturday and Sunday in my bed watching a myriad of movies Edward had picked up. I swear he bought fifty movies to keep me occupied. He also brought over a deck of cards, a couple of board games, and a wii with about twenty games. He insisted the wii was to help with therapy. I didn’t buy his reasoning, but was happy to have something fun to do while bed ridden.

Alice stopped by on Saturday to drop off some homemade enchiladas and played a game of scrabble with us. I lost focus about halfway and ending up napping through the remainder. Alice won, though Edward was not fully convinced she played fair.

She also did not play fair during a game of Mario Cart, as I was awoken by name calling and elbow jabbing. She did make really good enchiladas though.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


Hey all!!!
*pssst! Cat! Isn't your wedding in 3 days?*
yup. 60 hours, to be exact.
*what are you doing on here?*
Telling everyone about my one shot, Watching You!
*wtf are you doing writing?*
umm.... stress relief?
*quirks eyebrow*
Seriously!! It's like when I turned my brain off of Breach for a few days all of this stuff started flooding in!! I even have a six chapter story I'm working on!
*You are crazy*
-hangs head- yeah....
*but it's ok, you got an awesome review on Twi Girls Next Door.*
-smiles- I keep reading it over and over and over.... I'm weird, I know.... oh, and the person who pointed out I'd spelled wanton as wonton.... it's like the 'I am fuzzy' picture. I laugh EVERY time I think about it!
*yup, Cat's headed to the nut house*
So... to end... read Watching You, be on the lookout for a short story, Bunnies is in the works... sorta, and Breach will be back in a few weeks.


Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Breach Teaser Chaper 19

“Wait!” I called out to his retreating form, my hand unconsciously reaching out to him. I couldn’t stand to watch him walk away from me again. “Please,” I said in a whisper. “Don’t leave me.”
He stopped in his tracks and turned toward me, his expression hopeful and frightened at the same time.
“I’m just going next door, Honeybear, and sleep in your guest room. I’ll leave the door open so all you have to do is call for me, ok?”
I could feel the tears start to fill my eyes, my bottom lip quivering. I hurt, I was tired, and he was leaving.
I watched as panic rose in his features upon noticing my distress. “Oh, no, please don’t cry. I’m right here, baby, I’m right here,” he reassured me, his hand reaching out to stroke my hair.
I wasn’t ready to forgive him and I wasn’t ready to let him back in, but I couldn’t stand to not be near him and the other room was too far.

Friday, September 2, 2011

When Bunnies Attack Banner by Iwmec

OMG, Iwmec as made the perfect banner for WBA!!!!
I can't stop laughing it is so perfect!!!

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

When Bunnies Attack

Well, I'm going to need to add a new tab to the top of this blog. I'm sure most of you have seen by now, I've started a new story.

Damn plot bunnies. I think I had my stick put down because this one came out and bit me and DEMANDED to have chapter one written the last night.

Now, don't worry, this won't interfere with the regularly scheduled program of Breach and I fully intend to get back to HWYDTM after my wedding. This new story is just a fun little stress reliever. No pre readers, no beta. Short chapters filled with hilarity and lemons.

So, need a good laugh? Something light hearted and juicy? Check out my new story: When Bunnies Attack

Monday, August 29, 2011

Can you feel the love??

I love fan made stuff. I flove it hard. Do you know why? Because I can feel how much people love the story that I am writing. That is something that just amazes me, that you enjoy something I write so much you take time out of your day to show me.

Boo (Iwmec) made this banner for Breach today and she did a fantastic job on it. She says it's her first! I'm amazed, simply amazed. I love you all!!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011


Midnight Cougar posted this pic in the fb Breach Babes group showing her hope for the ending of Breach. So, I decided to tease another part of the next chapter. Do you think it will come true?

“Not too far, Anna!” Edward called out while plopping down next to me in the sand. He leaned forward and captured my lips. “Hello, beautiful.”

“Hi,” I replied, breathless.

“Mmm, you look good enough to eat. Mind if I have a nibble? I’m starving.”

At that he lowered his head to my neck and began licking and nipping with his teeth. He was making funny growling noises as his head moved back and forth. I started giggling at his actions.

“Edward, the children,” I hissed under my breath.

“Are fine,” he replied. His actions slowed and I felt his teeth sink further into the flesh on my neck.
My eyes widened and I felt the familiar heat that was only caused by Edward blaze through me. A moan slipped past my lips. “When we get home,” he whispered in my ear, “I’m going to do bad things to you.”

Unconsciously I licked my lips, my breathing increased, cheeks flushed. He pulled away, his face lit up with a sly smirk.

“That wasn’t nice.” I pouted.

His head tilted back, his chest heaving as a laugh I had never heard from him was let out. He wore a crooked smile and winked at me before turning his attention to the two little ones who were laughing and running away from the incoming wave.

I felt a kick in my stomach and my hand flew to the spot. Edward noticed the motion and turned to me, placing his hand on my stomach. “My little girl wants to play with her siblings, huh?” he questioned and leaned down and kissed my stomach. “You’re not quite done yet, little one. Soon.”

My hand reached up and began playing with his hair. It was so silky in my fingers. I sighed in content, looking at what my life had become, what Edward and I had become.

It was beautiful. We were a family, a real one. My heart was soaring at the thought.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

EPOV teaser

The next morning my alarm went off, but I was already awake. My eyes were glued to the ceiling, staring blankly at the white expanse. In the time I had been staring I had noticed the nail pops, small cracks in the plasterboard, and the all consuming ache in my chest.

I had slept terribly; tossing and turning, fighting nightmares, and periods of insomnia.

As I laid there I realized it was the first night in months that Bella wasn't next to me in the bed. Her wonderful freesia scent and warmth filling the room. It had been months since I had awoken without her soft body curled into mine, our limbs entangled.

Instead, this morning, the bed was cold.

No good morning kisses.

No morning sex with my goddess.

No sweet smiles.

No Bella.

My Bella.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Another teaser Breach Chapter 14

We were so behind that it was Thursday afternoon and I still hadn’t eaten anything. I found myself making stupid mistakes and knew I needed to take a break, but at the same time there were only two hours left until I headed out.

Jack had dictated that I wasn’t to stay past six for the next week or he would escort me out personally. Any attempts to tell him I was fine fell on deaf ears. He was the boss after all.
Edward hadn’t really spoken to me since I had returned but today he felt the need to address that I existed.

“Isabella, go eat something,” Edward spoke when I was midway through the Hansen file. I could see in my peripheral that his head had not turned in my direction, he was still staring at the screen.

“No,” I responded, my eyes still on the screen, my fingers typing away on the Hansen file.

“Go,” he commanded.

“I’m not hungry,” I responded. Didn’t he know he couldn’t tell me what to do anymore?

He slammed his hands down on his desk, startling me. My head snapped up to look at him and I watched him walk briskly out of the door. He returned a moment later and slammed something onto my desk.

“Eat it,” he demanded.


“Eat the fucking granola bar before I shove it down your throat.”

I picked up the granola bar and threw it against the wall. It hit with a crack and fell to the floor.

“Oh, I’ve heard that threat before,” I spat up at him.

His eyes grew wide as he stared down at me. His mask slipped and I could see, just for a split second, the pain that lay beneath.

I had to admit it hurt to see that pain in his eyes, because if he was in pain I couldn’t help to wonder why he had separated us then. All that brought was a tightening pain in my chest and hope. I had to
squash the hope.

Nothing good came with hope.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Teaser chapter 14

The week had been hard.
Get up, go to work, maybe eat lunch, go home, crawl into bed, rinse and repeat.
I never ate dinner, so it didn’t surprise me when after a week my clothes were loose.
I didn’t care. I stopped caring. Caring took too much effort and caring for someone took everything.
Emmett, Kate, and Garrett had gone to referring to him as “the asshat”. They didn’t talk about him much, which was ok because I didn’t want to talk about him or talk at all.
So I stopped.
No more talking.
No more smiling, no more caring, no more mask.
No more Bella.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Teaser partial kinda sorta maybe


So, a lot of the reviews from the last chapter mention the fear and displeasure that Edward will play around with other women, some even mentioning the 'boob squad'.


That's just not him. Yes, before Bella he was having his needs met by women, but the situation is different now. He has feelings for Bella and it wasn't just her heart broken. We will read more on that during his POV in 2 weeks.

Love to you all!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Just words

Can I say that I'm actually a little scared to post the next few chapters? I have a strong feeling there are going to be flames and, honestly, I don't handle those too well. That's why I'm trying to get the next two chapters mostly done before the next one posts. Negative reviews can really get you down. They don't all have to be positive, but the ones that cut you aren't needed. All they do is drag me down and make me not want to write (partially what happened to halt HWYDTM) and there is still so much to tell on Breach that I don't want that to happen. There's even a sequel!

I'll tell myself not to read the reviews for fear I will see one, but I know curiousity will get to me.

Be gentle?

Lots of love,

Monday, July 18, 2011

Teaser chapter 13

His grip grew tighter, kisses rougher, thrusts harder. It was to the point of pain. Everything was coming to a head and soon Edward was going to break. I also knew that if I didn’t help him he would take me with him and I would not come out unscathed.
He was ending us in the same way we began. Only harder. Breaking our connection with force. His anger, hurt, and pain laid bare as he took it all out on me.
“Please, Edward. Come back to me!” I cried out, but I knew it was useless. I couldn’t pull him out, he was too far gone.
His hands tightened around my arms, squeezing so hard I cried out in pain. His body was shaking, tearless sobs rocking his body.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Teaser chapter???

I thought I would tease, to see how many are watching. Mostly because I want to share, not tease, because I am so excited about what it to come I want everyone to read it. It's bad, don't get me wrong. I don't like what is about to happen, but it's a good thing. I promise. Also, I promise to work on this blog and get it running, it's just hard with all I have on my plate.

So, here it is. Are you watching??

The windshield wipers moved back and forth furiously as I waited in the left hand turn lane for an opening. The light was still green, stale red for the cross street.
Green means go, but apparently not everyone knew that red meant stop.
I heard the squealing of the tires against the wet pavement as they grabbed for some friction to stop on the water filled road. I saw in my peripheral as a work van flew over the white line before the crunching of metal filled my ears.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Teaser chapter 12

“Oh, my God. Could you quit flaunting your tits around? I’m getting so sick of looking at yours I can hardly stand to look at my own! And, by the way, if he hasn’t taken the bait yet, he isn’t going to!” Kate exclaimed, attempting to get the point across to two B.S. members, Tanya and Bree.
I was having a very difficult time not spitting out my coffee. In fact it was in my mouth and I was attempting to swallow it, but all I wanted to do was laugh. That would have resulted in coffee all over my desk and files and there was nothing worse than coffee stained documents.
A chanced a glance over at Edward who was also attempting not to laugh, his hand covering his mouth, concealing his upturned lips. His eyes betrayed him, laugh lines crinkling in the corners.
Laugh lines.
I wanted to see those more often.
It was short lived when Emmett’s booming voice rang out around the walls.
“Morning!” he greeted with a huge grin accentuating his dimples.
He and Edward exchanged a brief glare before turning back to me and smiling. The ‘boob squad’ thankfully took that as their cue to leave.
“Hey, Bells, guess who I ran into last night?” he asked, plopping down on the chair in the corner of our office.
“Who?” I questioned, curious as to who we both knew that he would run into.
“Carmen,” he stated.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

All hail the blog!!

Ok, this is me, Catastrophia, taking the first step into the world of blogging. Here goes!!!