Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Glycerine Ch2 Teaser

Bella turned and shook her head, her mind reeling from the conversation with her boss. “That was Peter. They’re dropping Jasper.”

“Oh, shit. So what are they going to do? Are they postponing the movie?”

Bella sighed and walked over to her couch, falling onto it heavily. “The movie is still a go. Peter said to keep going like we are, that they have a contingency plan and they’ll let us know more soon. Apparently this isn’t the first incident with Jasper, and the studio just doesn’t feel like it’s worth the risk to keep him on.”

Bella had heard the rumors about Jasper Hale’s escalating drug use, but she never imagined it would get so out of hand that he’d blow his career. But she also didn’t know about the private lives of the people she dressed on the set, nor did she care to.

“Did Peter say who they were going to get to replace him?”

“Nope. Only that they were in talks with someone’s manager.”

“I wonder who it will be?” Victoria asked, walking over to her chair and picking up her script.

“I have no idea,” Bella mumbled, already focused on the words in front of her. It didn’t matter to her whom they got, those details weren’t important. All that mattered was the movie was still a go and she had work to do.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Glycerine Chapter One Teaser

Hey yo hey yo! For everyone celebrating today, Happy Thanksgiving! I plan to post chapter one of my new fic tomorrow!




Glycerine: Sweet, clear, odorless...harmless. Unless it’s mixed with the wrong ingredients. When Bella decided to fulfill a fantasy, Edward was happy to oblige. No strings, no obligations, no expectations. But when their paths crossed months later, a spark was ignited and the tables turned. Will the highly combustible mixture of lust and love survive or create an explosion that will destroy them both?

Chapter One Teaser:


Edward’s eyes landed on a tattoo peeking out from the top of her panties, and all he could think about was tracing it with his tongue. “What’s this?” He fell to his knees in front of her and pulled the lacy material away from her body to get a better look.

“A tattoo.” The tightening of her stomach muscles caused her words to come out muffled and choked as her skin pricked from his touch and close proximity.

“What is it?” He tugged her panties down and traced his tongue over the outline before nipping at her hipbone.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, “it’s ivy.” Her hips bucked as his tongue, so close to where she was aching for him, lapped at her skin. She squirmed, weaving her fingers into his hair and tugging as he slowly stood, nipping and sucking her hot flesh along the way.