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Tuesday's Best 2-7-2012

2012-02-07T11:45:00.000-05:00

Good morning, my lovelies! I hope you're all having a great day, and that you're gearing up for a wonderful Valentine's Day next week. Hard to believe it's almost that time again, eh? For now, though, Connie and I have found some stories to carry us over, so why don't we get right to it? Don't forget to grab a towel and a fresh pair of panties.

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Hello and Welcome back again.

If you’ve been reading slash for a while you know exactly who Lou-La is and her talent needs no introductions.

Randoms is collection of slashy, smutty one-shots based on various forms of inspiration, as she put it – today we will be talking about her entry to the Twilight No Stress Love Fest Holidays Edition The Gift Of Giving.

Dear Santa,

All I want this year is a little bit of happiness.

It all starts with a note that Edward finds in the library. He instantly feels the connection and wonders who is the person behind the wish, why the sadness.

Saturday a week before Christmas Edward decides to spend the day at the library with the sole intention to find the person that wrote the note.

Edward's heart pounds hard in his chest and his mind races.

What if that's him? What if he's the one? Who is he? What does he like? Could it be...

A first meeting in the library, a short conversation and Edward wishes that Jasper is the one he’s been looking for.

"Why were you wondering if Alice was my girlfriend, if you're not interested in her?"

"Oh." It's Edward's turn to feel uncomfortable as Jasper watches him expectantly. "I just..." found your note and want to know everything there is to know about you. He can't say that. "I just," he repeats, trailing off again. "Like you," he finishes decisively. It's true. He really likes Jasper so far, and he definitely wants to know more.

The boys are absolutely adorable, they have the perfect first kiss so full of emotion and uncertainty just like a first kiss should be. Lou-La manages to get us readers into Edward & Jasper’s story in a little bit over 6K word one shot.

A few things to know about The Gift Of Giving is rated R and involves kitten-of-the-day calendars and mutual hand jobs. If you are cool with all of the above then you will love this story.

The mess starts to feel sticky between them, forcing them to move. It's such a mess and they both laugh about it, cleaning up quickly.

With everything back in order, feeling beyond good, Edward pulls Jasper back down on the bed with him, kissing him over and over until he feels lightheaded.

As he falls back beside Jasper, he asks, "Can I ask you something?" Jasper hums his consent, and Edward twines their fingers together, holding on. "Does this make you happy?"

Is back to basics with The Gift Of Giving and that is what I like the most about this story.

Hope you all like it too.

Tell Lou-La we send you and leave some love for her as a thank you.

Have a great week.

Connie

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What do frat parties and nerds have in common? Well, in the case of Going For It, by angelbethy, it’s Edward’s cousin Emmett. Emmett, who manages to invite Edward and his nerd-posse to a frat party.

The gang decides to “go for it”. After all, how often will the geeks ever be welcomed by the frat boys? Exactly. So they ditch the nerd-look and don the “cool”. Edward’s wearing the only non-geek thing he has: jeans and a green button-down. Jasper... well, let’s just say Jasper looks a hell of a lot more at home in black jeans, black shirt, and cowboy boots than anything Edward’s ever seen him in. Not to mention... hello! Hot! Something that Edward’s a little stunned to realize he’s even thinking.

Now we all know what happens at most frat parties: people get drunk. And when people get drunk, people sometimes get a little... stupid. No less the case than for Jasper and Edward. However... sometimes, such things lead to very unexpected situations, and even less expected consequences.

Apparently, I am a huggy drunk.

"I love you, man," I slur, wrapping one arm around Jasper in what may or not be a manly way. Beer pwns weirdness.

Jasper, on the other hand, is a moody drunk.

"Sure ya do, Eddie." He pats my hand, then less-than-gently removes it from his shoulder. His expression is pained.

"No, man, serishly." I feel myself nodding. I don't know if I'm actually nodding or if I'm trying to hold my head still while the rest of my body bounces. "Serioush… no, really. It's true. You're my best friend. Ya know? Outta all our friends, I like you the most. I mean, I don't even… don't even really like those other guys. They're kinda… douchey, I mean. But not you, man." I switch to shaking my head, and the change in direction makes me sorta dizzy in a pleasant way.

Will Edward and Jasper ever be the same after their first frat party?

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There you have it, folks, two great stories to sink your teeth into. Check back next week to see what MizzDee and I have in store for you. In the mean time, please leave these wonderful authors some love.

Tuesday's Best 1-31-2012

2012-01-31T11:18:00.000-05:00

Good morning, my lovelies! Hope you're all happy and healthy, and staying warm during these chilly winter nights. Connie and MizzDee have found a couple of stories that should help heat things up a little bit, so grab a fresh pair of panties and a towel, and let's check it out, shall we?

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Hello there, how are you?

Today we are going to push some limits. Rampage by jay.142 will do that to you.
Fair warnings at the beginning, the story contains some strong language, a few abuse references and violence.

He was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. His face had to be sculpted by God himself, it was soft and delicate and held more innocence than a baby. Blonde ringlets of curls framed his face and I watched as his pink lips parted to speak.

"Break his motherfuckin' ribs," Angel spat.

It has a confusing start with a lot of information to take in and characters to meet.

"Shit," Darcy said his thin lips curling into a half smile. "They fucked you up good."

Darcy was supposed to be the leader of the group home, but he didn't give a damn about anyone. As long as he got a paycheck in the mail at the end of the week he couldn't give two shits about this place.

"Well tough shit, boy, you should know better than to get on Angel's bad side

So, we have Edward Masen who lives in a group home and has some anger issues. Those lead to have problems with the other boys in the house whom seem to always pick on Edward.

A sudden turn of events gives Edward a choice to remain as a victim or take control of the situation. But how much will that cost?

"Ya know, you shouldn't let that temper of yours get the best of ya,"

"I'll do what I damn well please," I snapped back. "What do you want anyway?"

A slow smiled appeared on his prefect face. "I thought you would never ask. Look, I ain't got no time to beat 'round the bush, yesterday you put up one hell of a fight. And you seem like ya don' take no shit from no-one. We could really use your strength to put these motherfuckers in line."

What? Was he offering me to join his little gang group?

"Don' pretend like you gotta think about it cause there ain't nothin' to think about. Either you want to be covered in blood and shit all day or you want to cover other people in blood and shit. It's that simple."

"And if I don't?" My voice sounded stronger than I felt. Before I could catch it I saw something dark cloud over Angel's eyes.

"You ain't got no choice."

"I just turned twelve," I mumbled looking down at the table. All I wanted was to live a normal life. I didn't ask to be put in this group home and I sure as hell didn't ask to become a part of some messed up gang.

Only 14 years old and one murder under his belt, Edward will join Angel and his gang. Finally feeling like he belongs.

Six years later he is Edward Cullen and is trying to fit into the Cullen family, mother, father, sisters and a so called girlfriend. But inside, Edward Masen or Cullen is actually trying to figure out WHO he is and why does Jacob Black thinks he is gay?

Jacob was hard.

"Jacob, let me go-"

"When are you going to stop lying to yourself? huh? I know your gay and I know you want me. Shit, no straight guy would stand here this long without moving."

"I said let go you fuck-"

"Shh," Jacob cooed tightening his grip on me. "Your secret is safe with me. I don't think you know how many closeted jocks I've had. Don't worry; it will all be over soon. All you have to do is wrap those pretty pink lips around my cock,"

An ex-convict arrives to Fork, with memories from the past. After a life in the streets he is lucky to still have friends that are there for him.

Peter chuckled. "Well, make yourself at home. By the way I'll be at work tomorrow so maybe you can go around town and hand out your resume. You know, start looking for a job."

Talkin' about getting a job killed my buzz. I ain't no fool, I knew nobody was willing to hire a convict, but so I could pull my share of the rent I had to try. I knew if I didn't I would end up back on the streets, where I belonged.

A new job as school janitor, a second chance at life and the encounter that will change it all…

The boy was pale, lean and nearly as tall as me. Finally I stared at his face. The breathe was knocked out of me as I stared into emerald eyes, but what caused me to take a step back was his face. My stomach knotted and my chest tightened as I realized this was the boy I had spent half my life trying to forget. I memorized every line and curve of his flawless face for days and days on end.

Recognition showed in his eyes as he gazed at me with astonishment and wonder. His bronze hair was still the same, wild and windswept, his jaw was sharp and defined. I watched in amazement as his pale lips parted to speak.

"Angel?"

The first two chapters will have you on the edge of your sit until you are able to get the whole picture and absorb all the information. After that the story will flow filling the missing pieces.

Angel and Masen´s first grown up encounter proves that whatever feeling was once there is still burning inside them. Be ready for some steaming hot kisses between these two alpha males ;)

Rampage is a great idea and jay.142 is a very talented new author. Told From both Edward and Jasper´s POV with all the flashbacks you need to complete the timeline.

I hope you are all up for the challenge and push a little bit, Rampage is totally worth it.

Happy reading and don´t forget to leave jay.142 some love.

Connie

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Hello my loves. Today I’m bringing you something a little different – well different for me. Photoplay by PandoraGalacia is a sizzling hot little story staring Jasper, Edward and Bella, who happen to get pretty hot and heavy during a normal work session.

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It started out as a simple photo shoot, but ended so much better.

Bella was giving a job to take some erotic photos of two men together for a gay men’s magazine. So she hired her friend Jasper, a professional model, to be her main subject. She also recruited her best friend Edward, who has been infatuated with Jasper for a while.

Her attraction to these two men is undeniable and her fantasies keep her happy but since they play for the other team, she lets the prospect of ever being with either one of them go. It doesn’t stop her, however, from checking either one of them out.

The shoot doesn’t start as planned since Edward seems to be running late. Bella decides to start with Jasper and directs him to lie down and do what comes naturally.

"What do you want me to do, Bella? Just lie here?" Jasper asked, breaking me out of my trance.

"Huh? Oh. I guess, just do whatever you'd do if this was your bed at home and I wasn't in the room." I suggested.

"All right." He said quietly and I watched as his right hand moved slowly down and wrapped around his beautiful, semi-erect cock.

Jasper keeps himself busy until Edward finally shows up. He’s shocked to see that the other man in the bed he’ll soon be occupying is none other than the man he’s wanted to hook up with for ages.

Edward turned to me, his face a mixture of bewilderment and terror. "Bella …"

I shrugged. "Edward, I had to do it this way. You've been pining for the man for weeks but you're too chicken to talk to him beyond a quick 'hi' in the quad."

"But … this is …"

"This is perfect. You can skip all the awkward small talk and get to really know each other." I looked at Jasper and back at Edward. "I mean, really get to know each other."

A little shy at first, Edward gives in and lets himself go. Jasper and Edward are giving Bella all the perfect shots she needs for the magazine. Sexual tensions escalate between the two and Bella is ready to finish up and leave them alone together but just as she positions them for her final set of shots, Jasper and Edward decide to turn the tables on her and make Bella’s fantasies finally come true.

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I personally think Bella has the best job in the world. Who wouldn’t want to be behind that camera, watching Edward and Jasper “get to know each other?” And I, for one, will go out and buy a camera right now if I could get subjects like that who will let me join in the fun. Wouldn’t you?

PandoraGalacia sure does bring the heat with this story. And, for all of you strictly slash lovers, she has given us an alternate version of this story - Photoplay Alternate Ending Slash Only . So check them both out and leave her some love because she definitely deserves it. Until next time…much love to you – D

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There you have it, folks, two great stories to sink your teeth into. Be sure to check back next week to see what Connie and I have in store for you then. In the mean time, why don't you leave these wonderful authors some love, and maybe hop on over to the Twilight No Stress Love Fest while you're at it. Today's the last day to enter your guesses as to who wrote what story, so don't miss out.

Guest Rec - BornonHalloween

2012-01-30T14:34:00.000-05:00

“Guest Rec? At TU? ME?? Um…”

Yeah. True story.

Then naelany talked me down from the ledge and encouraged me to be myself. (She clearly doesn’t know me that well!) Let’s start with a confession. I do not read very much anymore since I’ve become obsessed with writing. So if I’m reading it, you KNOW it’s something I can’t do without. What “floats my boat” right now? Fantastic writing and then…something original.

Take Kitkat681’s Fatty, for starters. Keeping up with this woman’s writing is utterly impossible (I got hooked with From My Window), so right now I’ve got it winnowed down to “just” two: Down & Derby (a foul-mouthed roller derby girl meets Medical Examinerward over a concussion) and Fatty. “Fattyward”, weighing in at an alarming 363 pounds, decides one day he’d like to see his penis again. So he books an appointment at the gym with Trainerella, and thus, they meet. Kitkat’s irreverent frankness leads to descriptions such as ‘skin like Silly Putty all stretched out and spilling over my pants.’ More often than not, the words ‘GROSS’ and ‘PERFECT’ appear in my reviews, because she’s both, and you’ll love it. This story is funny, poignant, sweet, and punch-to-the-guts honest, but it’s also something more. Kitkat has started a support group on Facebook for readers wishing to “get healthy along with Fattyward”… and her own commitment is inspiring. Kitkat’s writing is genius, but there’s a whole lot more going on.

In the spirit of Twislash, my next rec is for Cocoalvin’s one-HUNDRED-word drabble chapter, mystery slash Insomnia and its sequel Early Bird. Coco somehow brilliantly managed to keep all of us in the dark until the 100th (and FINAL) chapter of Insomnia as to which character was telling the story. All we knew was that it was an E/J slash and one was the other’s boss. The mystery wasn’t some cheap gimmick to hook you, it was real, and she was devilishly tricky, and the intrigue added an extra layer upon an already captivating story. Early Bird retells the story in one-THOUSAND-word (yes, exactly) chapters from the opposite POV, allowing Coco to bring in all the richness of an opposing POV as well as the depth afforded by the longer chapters. I can’t tell you more without ruining it, but I can give you a little glimpse as to the beauty of the intimate scenes:

He stills over me, allowing his body time to adjust. The intimacy of his forehead against mine, our breaths steady but tempered, is sublime. So many of my past trysts have been anonymous. They have been release and nothing else, but not this, not him.
He begins to rise and fall above me, his hands holding my shoulders for support. I watch his face as he fucks himself on me. His eyes are glazed and his skin is flushed…
He is perfect.

Mmm, Coco, that’s just what I was thinking. Whether you’re reading a 100- or 1000-word drabble, the language never feels forced into the format.

You want to talk originality? Check out jenjiveg’s profile and then try and name a more versatile writer! She’s written fanfic in the form of drabble-like poetry, spicy online chat dialogue, and most recently, the “Twabble”. Oh, you’re unfamiliar with the term? Here’s jenjiveg’s definition:

twabble [twa buhl] noun a collection of tweets that tell a story. verb to sit in a toilet (alt practice room, restaurant, rehearsal, meeting, etc.) and write smut in 140 characters or less. Origin: 2011 twitter + drabble.

Hear the tongue firmly implanted in her cheek? Yeah, that’s the snarky, unapologetic voice you’ll come to know and love. Jenjiveg’s one-shot poly Catching the Train will leave you panting and Unprofessional will forever change the way you do laundry, but her flagship story is Inappropriate Touching. This hilarious and intensely moving story pairs OCDward with an equally complicated and socially inept Bella. With the most emotionally intelligent Dr. Cullen you’ll ever meet helping the two work things out, I have every confidence they will succeed!

Beyond the original premise and the crisp writing, what makes this story even more unique? Jenjiveg recognized that many of our fanfics are set in modern-day NYC, and she decided to do something about it. And sure, I’m partial, but how cool is it that her OCDward actually bumps into my Once Upon a Desire Bella AND Edward on the street one day? I mean, who DOES that, outside of a Michael J. Fox movie?

What else is new? How about a brand new author breaking right out of the box with a compelling and laughing-out-loud-funny story? Last Call by Robsmyyummy Cabanaboy is one of the most frustrated Edwards in fanfic, and sorry, Edward, but your misery is HIGHLY entertaining! I mean, look how the poor guy wakes up in the morning: “GODDAMMIT!” I scream out to the universe and throw the pillow off my head.” And later in the day, things haven’t gotten much better for him: “Hello headache, we meet again.” Apparently, Isabella was an absolute, entitled bitch to Edward when he served as the family’s summer cabana boy on the Jersey shore. Despite “something” that happened between them, Edward finally swore off all things Isabella all those years ago out of self-preservation. ‘I couldn’t take another year of watching Isabella bitch, moan and boss me around which, while repulsive, still did nothing to quell the gravitational pull she had over me. It was fucking torture. It was like offering myself up to be filleted every year.’

So what an awful surprise when she shows up years later in HIS bar with absolutely no memory of that time of her life. He, however, has NO problem remembering how she treated him, and wants nothing to do with her. A darn shame then, when Edward finds out his brother has just HIRED her to fill a desperately –needed server position in his restaurant. Amnesierella has no clue why this “delicious, beautiful, crabby Mr. Hottie Not-So-Nice” is treating her like a giant wad of bubble gum stuck to his favorite pair of loafers. Maybe it’s because she’s making him rethink his engagement. Yeah, it’s messy. To make matters even more interesting, Edward has a brother named James (I totally dare you not to like this guy) who develops a romantic interest for Bella King, who turns out to be none other than Edward’s nemesis, torturing the poor guy even further. Robsmyyummy Cabanaboy has a fresh voice, a sense of humor that’ll catch you by surprise, and an endearing habit of sprinkling in pop culture references from the 70’s and 80’s (Starsky and Hutch appear in the newest chapter) along with little phrases like Nanney-Nanney-Boo-Boo to keep you chuckling throughout. But the peak of hilarity occurs in a scene of mistaken identity à la Abbott and Costello that will bring your belly to its knees with laughter.

There’s another new-ish voice on the scene. I qualify it because Amber1983 wrote a Host fanfic a couple years back, but The Search is her first Twific, and it’s superb. That’s not a word I use often, but her completely endearing yet complicated Britishward uses all kinds of colorful language (my favorite so far being ‘tosspot’). Amber hails from the UK so the highly entertaining dialect comes naturally, but beyond that, she has an ear for the lyrical, resulting in gifts such as this: ‘His tone is both rough and smooth at once, like sweet honey being drizzled over jagged rocks.’ and also this: ‘He is charming, funny and smooth as cut glass but he doesn’t let a single soul inside.’ Sound like an Edward you’d like to know better? Trust me, he is. Of course, you might end up with the same fate as Bella: ‘He strides over and my heart feels like it may actually punch out of my chest and lay fluttering on the floor between us.’ OUCH! Luckily, Edward realizes that his newly transferred assistant Bella is not the stereotypical American Jasper expects to show up: “Blonde, tan and fantastic big knockers coming your way then.” To which Britishward wins my American heart by responding, “J, not all Americans look like Baywatch extras, you racist prick.” Indeed she does not, (ahem, nor do I) but he does recognize her charms. So much so that he eventually warns her, "Show me your room, Bella," he whispers brokenly. "Before I lose my mind completely and take you here in the hall." *Fans self*

This story is wrought with crazy UST that I’m pretty sure will be RST. Amber’s writing voice is new and original, and you’ll root for these two, along with their well-drawn friends.

So what’s new about theladyingrey42 writing a story that owns me and everyone I know? Nothing, really. BUT, how many fanfics have increased my knowledge of Quantum Mechanics? Just String Theory. It’s no secret (if you happen to peruse my favorites) that TLIG pretty much had me at "I w-write," Subward’s initial stuttered greeting to Domella in Our Lives Unbound. God, what a masterpiece in intimacy and personal triumph, but that’s not what I’m reading right now. No, TLIG’s latest—String Theory—tells the poignant story of Geekward meets equally Geekerella, and I swear to God, this woman makes a pinky touch the height of hotness. Her writing is seriously ridiculous. I mean, who else can quote Quantum Loop Gravity and Gonzo lyrics in the same chapter and make it rock? The epilogue posted today, but I can’t bring myself to finish the story.

And let me close with a crazy little story that I’m proud to say was ‘Born’ in my FB group, aka, Born’s Pumpkin Patch, when a few of the sillier of my ladies started wondering about PizzaDeliverywards. Inspired by a picture of a pizza box as a Halloween costume (yes, a real pizza box and that is all), ladyeire3 took the plot bunny by the horns and combined it with her obsession for men in kilts, and thus, a fun new drabble was born: A Boy, A Girl, and a Couple of Kilts (ABAG&COK for short—well, not really THAT short). The lady has a fantastic sense of humor, as does our commando pizza boy in plaid. And the pictures that one can find…well, it boggles the mind, truly. I seriously doubt you’ll find another McKiltsterward in all of fanfic. Just remember, you heard it here first, folks!

Tuesday's Best 1-24-2012

2012-01-24T12:59:00.001-05:00

Good morning, my lovelies! How are y'all weathering the winter season so far? I don't know about you, but I could certainly do with a pick-my-up, so why don't we see what MizzDee and I have found for you this week.
Don't forget your towels and fresh panties!

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Hello my loves. Nearly two weeks ago, I found a little gift in my inbox from one of my new favorite authors, KellanCougar . Now, I have to say that E/J are my favorite couple of all, but let me tell you that Edward and Carlisle have suddenly become a very, very close second. And in this new story, All I Want To Hear , it’s further proof of why I love them so much.

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Well-known author, Carlisle Cullen, has closed himself off from the world as his writing consumes his life. To the world, he could be seen as a ‘success full man at the top of his game’ but in reality, he’s lonely and almost completely detached from the world around him.

Suddenly, his world is changed as he prepares for a trip to give a lecture to a university group in Maine. Carlisle makes a call to his hotel to confirm the reservation made by his publishing company and is taken completely by surprise when the most captivating voice speaks to him from the other end of the line.

"Dragonfly Inn. How may I help you today?"

The voice is deep; the honeyed tones making him momentarily forget his reason for calling.

Finding his voice, he speaks, sounding somewhat flustered to his own ears.

"Um, yes; I'm calling to confirm a booking for the 27th made for me by Hale Publishing. I have a lecture to present."

Why was he telling the man this? It was doubtless of no concern to him whatsoever.

"The booking is for just the one night, sir?"

Again the beautiful intonation, seductive enough in its cadence to send a bolt of something thought long forgotten through his chest.

"Y-yes that's correct. A single room for one night."

The voice sparks a desire in Carlisle that he hasn’t felt in a long time and when he gets to the hotel, he wants nothing more than to find the owner of the alluring voice that has become an obsession to him. One night turns into two as his hopes of finding him rise. Will Carlisle’s obsession lead him to the one person he so desperately wants to find?

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While this story was originally written to be a one-shot, KellanCougar herself has told me that there will be more to come. These two men are going to get their time together and I, for one, am going to be there to read when they do. So, start their story now so you can be ready when we find out more about Edward and Carlisle. And don’t forget to leave my girl some love because she definitely deserves it. Until next time…much love to you – D

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Is there anything as sweet as seeing two boys in love and trying to navigate their way through first times? Didn’t think so. Sadtomato’s done an excellent job showing the awkward sweetness of discovery between Jasper and Edward in Double Down.

Neither boy is out to anyone, other than their immediate family. There’s one major difference, however. Jasper’s mom and older brother are cool with him being gay (though Jasper thinks at times it’s worse because of that, due to the even more awkward safe sex talks that result). Poor Edward’s parents believe he’s just “acting up” and “in a phase” and that he’ll grow out of it.

The boys go to different schools, and only met on an online message board through a shared love of a local band called Double Down. When they eventually admitted they were gay, they became even closer friends. Best friends, even. Except...

"Ouch! Did that hurt? When I shot you in the face?" he laughs. When he turns to catch my reaction, he must realize I'm staring at him. His cheeks turn bright red and he looks back at the television.

It's fucking awkward. Maybe it's my one chance, though, to say something. Or try something.

I fumble with the buttons on my controller, and my mouth opens before I've really thought the words through. "Do you ever think about getting a boyfriend?"

Edward's jaw drops and he looks down at his lap. "I... I don't think-" He stops suddenly when we hear the front door slam.

"Jay? You here?" Peter bellows.

Ah, you gotta love a cock-blocking older brother, right? ;-) Never fear, though. The boys will finish their conversation... eventually. How it goes, you’ll have to read for yourself.

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There you have it, folks, two great stories to sink your teeth into. Be sure to check back next week to see what Connie and MizzDee have in store for you. In the mean time, why don't you leave these wonderful authors some love.

Also, the guessing poll for the Twilight No Stress Love Fest; Holiday Edition is up! MsKathy, Sadtomato, Lou-La, Whitlock-Masen, and naelany all contributed. Can you figure out who wrote what?

Tuesday's Best 1-17-2012

2012-01-17T16:38:00.000-05:00

Oops, today seems to have run away from me. Hello! I'm sure y'all are ready for a break right about now, so why don't we get right to the point and see what Connie and I have in store for you today. Gather your towels and panties, and we'll jump right in.

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Welcome back ladies!
For today´s story I have three words for you… MEN IN UNIFORMS ;)
Do I have your attention now? Yes? Good.
Forged in Fire by lvtwilight09 tells the story of fire fighter Edward Cullen and Jasper Whitlock; a victim of a fire Edward manages to rescue; without suspecting that day will change his life forever.
Told from both Edwards and Jasper’s point of view, Forged in Fire starts with the moment that will alter Jasper’s and Edward’s life…

“There was so much smoke that it was impossible to see anything. The office where I had spent almost five years was a total mystery to me now. My eyes were streaming tears and my throat felt as though it was on fire. Every breath caused me to cough violently, and the voices of my colleagues were getting further away.

I knew the person standing in front of me was a fireman, but I couldn't quite get my brain to believe it because just maybe he would disappear too. I must have looked like I was going to fall over because he bent slightly and threw me over his shoulder.

Now I need to say here that yes, even though I am gay I do like to take on the role of "the guy", so being carried like I was a girl did nothing for my ego. And I also need to say that I am not small by any means, so this guy must have been really strong because he carried me like I weighed nothing.”

Who is Jasper? He is the kind of guy that does not believe in relationships. He thinks that falling for someone will only leads to heartbreak. But he met his match in Edward a guy that will not give up.

“one of the nurses stopped me and handed me a small piece of paper. "It's probably my bill already" I muttered to myself as I opened the note. There in front of me were five little words that stopped me cold. This is my number...Edward. Even if there was a gun to my head there was no way I could have stopped smiling. Considering.”

Once Jasper is over his fears, he manages to pick up the phone and arrange a date with Edward. Jasper feels like his life is boring, compared to Edward’s. Feels he has nothing to share and it is once again Edward who has to take that next step to make things happen.

“We spent the better part of the evening just talking and I have to say it was one of the nicest dates I've ever been on. I didn't share much about myself. I mean let's face it, there wasn't much to share. I work and I'm a closed off idiot when it comes to relationships, and oh yeah and I'm a coward too.

Turning me gently, Edward bent and took my lips with his. Before I could think about a response, my body took over and I moaned as we pressed together.

“Sorry, I just couldn't wait anymore. So…now what do we do?" I gaped at him. "You're asking me? I know what I would love to do, but I don't know what you'll think about it". Edward took a step closer, his breath ruffling my hair. "Try me," He whispered. I swear in that moment I have never been so close to losing control and I have never been that turned on by someone...ever. I took his face in my hands. "I want to take you home and cover every inch of you in kisses and just when you think you're about to lose your mind, I'll show you heaven."

(…) I was definitely falling hard for Jasper. I had a feeling that he's afraid of being hurt because just when I think he'll let me in, he pulls away again. I wanted desperately for him to know that I will take care of his heart if he chose to give it to me, but it's going to take a while to convince him of that.”

They make sweet, slow love…

"Wanna snuggle?" Ok, well that was it. I was in love! At last, a guy who didn't roll over and sleep when the fucking was over.

But they also find the time to f**k each other senseless and it’s hot and raw and I should probably warn you there is some rimming going on in this fic which I love but if you don’t you should read with caution. ;)

“He leaned in close to my ear."Sorry. I got carried away. Do you need me to slow down?" I could hear the apology in his voice. "Slow down?" I almost screamed. "No. For God's sake...just fuck me!" I could hear him tear the wrapper off the condom and moan softly as he rolled it onto himself. I braced my elbows against my desk and felt the head of his cock press against my ass. I willed myself to relax as he pushed in deeper. I felt so wanton and sexy being "taken" at my desk. We both moaned with abandon as Edward slammed into me.”

It can’t all be happy, happy; so, where is the drama you ask?

"Mr. Whitlock, this is Captain Cheney calling from Edward Cullen's unit. Listen to me. We had a building collapse on us and we lost a few unit members, Edward was one of them. They were buried under the rubble but we dug them out. They're all on their way to UMC." I don't think I passed out but I know my knees gave way and I sunk to the floor.”

A few things I like about Forged in Fire is that you can understand their emotions perfectly.
The flow of the story shows you how they meet, fall for each other, and find the missing piece in their life. It’s a complete story so you don’t have to wait for updates.

It is also my first time reading lvtwilight09 and it won’t be the last I am sure.

There is one particular scene that goes on on the roof top of the Fire Station; if you never read anything else I recommend here on the blog PLEASE read this story, you will not regret it ;)

Go, check it out and let me know how you like it.

Leave some love for the author while you are there.

I shall see you all next time.

Connie.

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It’s relatively rare for me to find a story that really, truly moves me. Not just to tears, though this one certainly did, but where you feel it down in your soul.

Turns, by Tkegl, did just that. It starts off in 1963, not long after President Kennedy was killed. Jasper’s life is all planned out. Not by him, but by his father. He knows where he’s going to college, what he’s going to study, who he’s going to marry - not because he loves her, but because it’s expected of him - and where he’s going to end up working: his father’s business.

All that changes when one day, something happens that will alter the course of Jasper’s life forever.

He trudged up the stairs to his room in silence – his parents had decided on a late dinner, and his sister Rosalie was still out at the drive-in with her boyfriend, Emmett – and collapsed onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling idly. A flash of lights through the window drew his attention, followed by the loud slam of a car door, and the screech and scratch of a radio as someone finally settled on low, muffled music. Curious, Jasper went to the window, peering out at the vacant lot across the street. An old truck was parked crookedly across the driveway of the house that once sat on the lot, but burned down years ago and was never replaced. He couldn't determine the truck's color in the dim light of the streetlight down the way – only that it was dark, and he knew enough about cars to tell by the shape that it was an old Ford – maybe 1947 or '48.

A man leaned against the driver's side door, one leg bent and his foot propped against the running board, tapping slightly in time with the music. His head tilted back as he gazed at the sky, and Jasper wasn't certain if he saw or imagined the man taking a deep breath, exhaling heavily as he huddled in his coat against the cold. A heavy tension filled the air, and the man seemed to vibrate with it as he lifted a hand to his mouth; a brief red glow indicated he was smoking a cigarette.

Jasper watched the man, for some reason compelled, yet vaguely uneasy, although not in an unpleasant way. A low voice wended its way to Jasper's window, and he realized the man was singing along to the radio. He cracked the window quietly, so he could hear a little more clearly. The man's voice was rough-smooth, following the melody perfectly, but with a touch of almost disdain – like he didn't even like the song but had heard it so many times he couldn't help but sing along. Jasper didn't realize it at first, but the idea made him smile.

The lights of an approaching car swept along the charred foundation of the house before lighting briefly on the man's face, just as he blew a stream of smoke into the air and licked his bottom lip, flicking a stray bit of tobacco onto the ground. Jasper's breath caught, although he couldn't explain why. He just gaped in stunned amazement as the man swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly as the car drove by and his face disappeared again into the darkness.

Jasper leaned his forehead against the cool glass, his eyes still focused on the man's shadowed figure as his heart pounded heavily in his chest.

What the hell had just happened?

Can you guess who it is? I’m sure you’ve got a good idea ;-) Anyway, this is the turning point for Jasper, though at the time he doesn’t know it yet. How will his life change? Well, for that you’ll have to read the story. Take your time to savor this one. It’s well worth it.

Thank you, Tkegl, for writing this one and sharing it with all of us.

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There you have it, folks. Two great stories to sink your teeth into again. Be sure to check back next week to see what MizzDee and I have in store for you then, and in the mean time, go ahead and leave these wonderful authors some love.

Also, hop on over to the Twilight No Stress Love Fest and see if you can find yours truly among the stories entered. The guessing poll goes up next week :-) We've had some great ones again this time, so enjoy!

Guest Rec - Angelbethy

2012-01-16T12:15:00.001-05:00

Greetings, everyone! Bethy here, with my first-ever guest rec. Thanks to the lovely and talented Naelany for having me participate in the yumminess that is Twislash Unveiled.

When Nae first asked me to write a rec, I honestly panicked a little. She told me, “Don't worry about what has or has not been rec'ed. The point is to see what floats your boat as a slash author.” Well, heck. I’m reading all the stuff you guys are reading right now *cough-hard labor-cough*, so what could I bring to the blog that’s new and worth your time? Lucky for me, there’s been a rash of new m/m slash stories in the past month or so that haven’t yet found a large audience. So I’m gonna introduce a few of them to you all in the hope that you find them as slashtastic as I do.

First up is Dakota Skies by maryhell. Set mainly in small-town Whitlock, Dakota in 1875, this story follows the lives of twins Rosalie and Jasper Hale who, after their lawman father is killed by an outlaw gang, are left as joint sheriffs of the town. To bring in more money—and to try and discovery his identity apart from Rose and Whitlock—Jasper decides to become a bounty hunter and rides off into Texas with a bundle of “Wanted, Dead or Alive” posters in his saddlebags. Stamped on one of those posters, with a hefty reward offered for his capture, is the name Edward Masen.

Maryhell starts off in Rosalie’s POV, and really takes her time setting the scene. By the end of the first chapter, I felt like I could be in Whitlock and know everyplace and everyone there. For those who like their stories to start with a bang, have patience. The pace picks up pretty quickly and soon takes off at a gallop.

The author lets us into Rose’s mind and heart in a real way. Sure, a female sheriff in 1875 has to be one tough bitch—and she is— but we get to see her vulnerabilities and insecurities, as well. Her relationships with Emmett, the local barkeep, Carlisle, a traveling stranger, and Jane, a quiet shopkeeper’s daughter, blossom through a combination of Rose’s weaknesses and strengths, which drive her to connect emotionally with the few people she learns to trust.

OK, so far, so good. But you want to hear about Jasper and Edward. We’re getting there, trust me. While Rose is holding down the fort at home, Jasper has a successful run throughout his journey, finding and killing or capturing a number of the criminals on his wanted posters. After spending some months traveling, he decides to make his way back to Whitlock to see his sister and bring back the reward money he’s earned. However, on his way back north, he is knocked over the head by a band of Natives and tied to a tree. A mysterious stranger rescues him just in time.

He led me to a small cave and before long a fire was going. It was then that I got my first look at the man that saved me.

Sitting me on the floor by the fire, he knelt on his knees and shuffled closer to me. "Let's take a look at you," he said, examining my head as I studied his face.

He looked into my eyes several times during the assessment, but all too soon he returned to his task. His hair was dark, maybe with a bronze tinge, and fairly short, but not too short. I'm guessing it was cut by pond mirror because it was all sorts of lengths and stuck up in different directions. He had thick eyebrows and his eyes formed a look of concern as he evaluated my cut and the lump that was surely developing. He had a straight nose and a strong jaw that had some stubble on it. I couldn't really tell what color his eyes were in the current light, but I could see the man was fine, very fine indeed.

Retrieving a skin of water, he soaked a cloth before dabbing away the blood from the cut, making me flinch because it stung.

With total concentration, he continued with the job at hand, apologizing, "Sorry, this is going to hurt a little."

"No kidding," I replied, still reeling a little from the pounding in my head.

"Thought you said they wouldn't hurt me."

"They were not Wichita, they were Osage. You have a nasty cut on the side of your head."

"How do you know?"

"I can see it. I don't think you're concussed though."

"Uh, no, not the cut." Shaking my head slightly and quickly wishing I hadn't.

"Oh, colors, markings, territory. Stay here, I'll be back shortly." And he disappeared again.

This gave me a chance to look round. I didn't get up because I was afraid I might fall down, but I could see there were blankets and some other things in packages. Other than that it was pretty sparse.

Soon he was back with some leaves and bits of plants, which he mashed up into a paste in a bowl with a little water. Smoothing the pulp onto the cut with his fingers, it felt amazing. His touch was so light, I hardly felt what he was doing, but it was soooo soothing. He smeared the rest onto my forehead; the coolness of the mixture already had my headache abating. I couldn't help closing my eyes at the sensation.

The next thing I knew, I was being handed a skin of water with the instruction to, "Drink… then rest."

"What's your name?" I asked before gulping down the cool refreshing liquid.

"Tony."

"I'm Jasper. Thank you for coming to my rescue," I said with genuine sincerity.

"You're welcome… rest," he said, pointing to a blanket on the floor, and I do as told. It didn't take long before I was dreaming of wild hair and a strong torso.

“Tony” agrees to help Jasper make his way through the Native Territories, teaching him the skills he’ll need to survive along the way. But Jasper’s already starting to succumb to temptation.

I stood up, feeling much steadier on my feet, but still groggy from sleep, so I ventured outside to take in the morning air and awaken the senses. I couldn't see much because of the trees, but I heard running water. Following the sound, I soon found that I was at a small pond that was supplied to and exited via a series of small waterfalls, the area was beautiful.

As I heard the water break, Tony surfaced, swimming towards a rock to the west of the pool where the entrance to the waterhole lay. I don't know why, but I hid behind a bush and watched instead of revealing myself. Reaching up to the rock with his strong broad shoulders, he hauled himself out. OH MY GOD, he was naked. My knees went weak and I had to kneel before I passed out at the sight before me; his V-shaped muscled back, his beautiful pert hairless backside, long strong legs. Holy mother of god, he was sin reincarnate, at least to me anyway. So much for thinking I could fuck a woman! After seeing this, there was only one thought my dick was ever coming to life with. The image before me would be forever ingrained in my memory.

He swiped off the excess water from his body. During the process he turned around to face the sun streaked glistening water that separated us, before he lay down on the rock to dry out. I had to regulate my breathing. Even though part of my brain registered his strong upper body and muscled thighs, I couldn't help focusing on the area at the top of his legs - he was truly blessed. The gods must have been smiling the day they gave him that piece of equipment, and he'd just come out of cold water, too. I whimpered internally, and I felt myself go hard at the sight and the thought of what I could possibly do with it.

He laid back, resting his hands under his head, his legs splayed over the rock beneath him to dry off. Time passed, but my eyes were still locked on the vision before me. Eventually he removed is right hand and let it roam over his body before it made its way south to the Promised Land. I, on the other hand, was rooted to the spot, wrong as it was, but unable to take my eyes off the unfolding action.

A soft groan drifted away on the wind as he took himself in hand and started playing with his balls. I nearly screamed at him - Nooooooo! - when his right leg bent upward, resting his foot on the rock, blocking my view. Thankfully it didn't stay there long, but during that time, my own hand had ventured south and was taking care of a little problem of my own. Releasing the buttons on my slacks, I hooked myself free from the restricting confines, before getting to work in earnest, my soldier already profusely weeping; I used the nectar and a saliva wet palm as lubrication.

By now he was stroking his considerable length with good rhythm and keening at the sensations it was creating. He released his other hand from behind his head, it too venturing between his legs, tugging and massaging his balls as his other hand slid and twisted over his member. He bent his left leg, giving him leverage to thrust into his hand. I could feel a coil tightening within me as his hand increased speed as he pumped up and down with abandon. Suddenly, he turned to the side away from my view and let out an almighty guttural groan that could only have meant one thing. This spurred on my own release. My eyes closed and my mouth opened with a silent scream as my seed shot from my body to water the roots of the bush in front of me. Calming myself for a while before opening my eyes, I looked around to find some leaves close by which I could use to wipe my hand on before tucking myself back in safely. Holy fuck, that was intense…

HAWT, right? Well, as you’ve probably guessed, all is not as it seems. “Tony” has a troubled family history (only hinted at so far), and Jasper is on the lookout for Edward Masen. Seems like these characters are in for a wild ride in the Wild West.

Maryhell’s writing is quirky as hell, and laugh-out-loud funny at times. Jasper has a loyal horse who’s smart as a whip and likes to cuddle with Jasper at night. Rosalie’s cooking is so bad that she scares men away from her dinner table. Not to mention, the first chapter’s A/N details the history of the condom. The author certainly did her research.

On the other hand, maryhell also seems to be exploring some cannon themes and characterizations in an original way. For instance, Jasper’s indifference to killing the criminals he catches is a twisted reflection of his warlike history in the Twilight series. It also recalls cannon Edward’s rebellious period in the 1920’s, during which he justified taking human lives by only killing evil men. Then there is Rosalie’s desire to connect with humanity, to open herself up to love despite the necessity of maintaining her icy exterior.

Dakota Skies is only three chapters in as I write this, and so much has happened already. Be warned that Alice and Bella are not highly regarded in this fic, but you won’t care, as their characters do drive the plot to some degree in the delicious direction it’s headed. I can’t wait to see where it all goes.

Next, I’d like to talk about a lovely little expanded o/s called Just a Coffee, Please by beckybrit. Jasper works at a coffee shop, where regular customer Edward has quietly turned his world upside down.

[JPOV]

The sound of the door being opened snapped me out of my musings. One quick look at the clock told me what I already felt. He was here.

Shit!

I slowly looked up towards the front of the shop and there he was, in all his glory. Tall, lean body, muscles just visible under his fitted white t-shirt. Jeans slung low on his narrow hips, black biker boots finishing off the look. One hand running through thick, copper streaked hair, piercing green eyes now trained on me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and gripped the edge of the counter to hide the slight shaking of my hands. It was always the same. He came in Monday through Friday at 12pm without fail, ordered a simple plain black coffee, and I always served him.

Edward Cullen.

Six feet, two inches of walking temptation.

"Hello, Jasper." His smooth voice washed over me, instantly relaxing and soothing my frayed nerves.

His eyes roamed up and down my body, pausing at my groin, one side of his mouth curving up in his trade mark smile. Nobody else, male or female had ever made me feel like this before. I was terrified and confused all at the same time, but I was also embarrassingly aroused. I could feel my jeans getting uncomfortably tight, and I knew he could tell.

"Just a coffee, please." It was the same every day. It had been for the last six weeks. Each time he came in, my reaction to him was more pronounced, my body now recognizing his presence and acting accordingly, always without my permission.

His green eyes stared into mine, his look intense and suddenly serious.

"When, Jasper?" I was momentarily stunned as I watched his lips move, before I realized he'd spoken.

"When what?" he chuckled slightly at my dazed response, before turning serious once again.

"When are you going to admit, that you feel it too?" He asked this at least once a week, and each time I gave the same answer.

"I don't know what you mean." I couldn't look at him when I said it because we both knew it was a fucking shameful lie. I just wasn't ready to admit it to myself. I also didn't want to see the flash of hurt that would mar his perfect features, before vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. I heard him sigh in disappointment, and I felt a small stab of guilt because I knew I was the cause.

I slid his coffee over to him and took his money, watching as he picked it up and walked slowly over to his usual spot in the corner.

"What's holding you back Jasper?" I hadn't heard Alice come back out and I started slightly at the sound of her voice.

"What do you mean?" I asked, feigning ignorance. There was no fooling Alice though, and she huffed in annoyance.

"You know exactly what I mean, Jasper Whitlock. That beautiful man comes in here every day for one reason and one reason only, and its not for the fucking coffee! I know you feel something for him too, I can see it written all over your face." she cocked an eyebrow at me, daring me to disagree.

"That's not-" I started to protest, but she cut me off with a raised hand.

"Don't give me that crap! You almost drool over him." Her voice softened a little and she placed one of her small hands on my arm. "I just don't see what the problem is, since you clearly both like each other."

I rubbed my hand over my eyes, trying to think of what to say. I didn't fucking understand it myself, so I sure as fuck didn't know how to explain it to Alice.

"It's not...What I mean is … I don't know what's going on, Alice. I don't like men that way, I like women."

"But you like Edward?" She asked quietly.

There was no use denying it any longer, she knew how I felt better than I did it seemed.

"Yes." As I said the words, I felt a huge weight lift of my shoulders. "Yes, I like Edward." There, I'd said it, out loud. It felt like such a huge fucking relief to finally admit it to myself.

As Jasper slowly gives in to his feelings, his relationship with Edward deepens and intensifies. Edward tries hard not to push Jasper beyond his comfort zone, but he can’t always resist. When Jasper initiates their first kiss, Edward is so swept away that he convinces Jasper to let Edward “make him feel good,” i.e. suck his cock.

[EPOV]

I released him from my mouth but hesitated before looking up at his face. I'd not anticipated going this far tonight, but when we'd started kissing, after he initiated it, I kind of got carried away with wanting to show him how good we could be. I'd really had every intention of just talking tonight, I hoped I hadn't scared him away with my over enthusiasm. It had taken six weeks to get to this point, the last thing I wanted to do was fuck it up on the first night.

I slowly raised my head to look at him and assess the possible damage. My heart stuttered a little at what I saw. He had his eyes closed still, a lazy grin plastered across his face, looking utterly relaxed. My chest swelled, knowing I'd put that look there. I blew out a long sigh of relief as I sat up, reaching out to gently stroke the side of his face.

"Jasper?" I asked, softly, not wanting to startle him.

"Mmm..?" he muttered

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah," he answered, he eyes still closed. "That was... it was just... wow..."

"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" I smirked, licking my lips slightly, a hint of his taste lingering there.
He opened his eyes, blinking slightly at the sudden invasion of light. He looked at me, then down at his bare bottom half and blushed furiously.

"Hey," I whispered, causing him to shift his eyes back up to me.

"Don't be embarrassed."

"I'm not... I just.. Well I guess I am a little." He gave me a small smile.

"Look," I said, trying to ease his discomfort. "Why don't you get dressed and I'll get us another drink. Ok?"

He looked instantly relieved at that prospect, so I immediately got up and headed to the kitchen area, giving him some privacy to put himself back together. He was obviously on the verge of freaking out a little about what we'd just done, and I needed to tread very carefully. There was nothing I wanted more than to leap head first into a relationship with him. It was all I'd thought about for the past six weeks for fuck's sake, ever since I first saw him. But the whole situation needed very delicate handling.

I took our drinks back in, to find him fully dressed and sitting upright on the couch. He still looked a bit tense, so I handed him his beer and reached for the remote to put some music on. Unfortunately I'd forgotten what I'd previously been listening to and as the dulcet tones of Etta James singing At Last, filled the room, I couldn't help but smirk and maybe cringe a little at how appropriate that song choice was for us.

I held up my hands and glanced over at Jasper, who thankfully was also looking amused.
"I didn't plan this, honest." I said, trying not to laugh, but failing miserably.

To my utter relief Jasper burst out laughing and the tension, that was threatening to ruin everything, was broken just like that. I'd never been so grateful to my father, for introducing me to the delights of old music.

We spent the rest of the night talking about anything and everything. Our likes, dislikes, favorite films, musical tastes, we had more in common than I could ever have hoped for and I was having trouble reigning in the hope that was building inside me.

All too soon, it was time for Jasper to go and I reluctantly walked him towards the door. I wanted to ask him the all important question, but despite how well the evening had gone, I was still unsure what his answer would be. I turned to him before opening the door and swallowed down my apprehension.

"So," I looked him straight in the eye, checking for any hesitancy "Can I see you again?"

He smiled and reached his hand up to cup my cheek.

"I'd like that very much."

Of course, their physical relationship advances quite nicely as the story progresses, but Jasper is afraid to come out to his family and friends, while Edward is afraid of Jasper getting freaked out and running away. The development of their relationship, as well as the way they address their own and each other’s fears, is portrayed realistically, with just enough drama to make it interesting without taking it over the top. At its heart, this is a story about new love. With some awesomely hot lovin’, too. Just sayin’.

[JPOV]

We'd reached my door by now and I wasn't sure if it was nerves, excitement or possibly a combination of both, but my hands shook as I tried to get the stupid key to go into the lock.

"Hey, are you alright?" Edward was right behind me. I felt his breath wash over the back of my neck and a delicious shiver rippled through me, calming my nerves and allowing me to open the damn door. I hastily pushed it open and Edward followed with his hands on my hips. He kicked the door behind us, spun me round, and pushed me up against the door.

"I am now," I breathed, feeling oh so much better.

His eyes darkened and he reached up to cup my cheek, stroking my skin with his thumb.

"Fuck, Jasper." He closed his eyes and took a deep, slightly shaky breath before continuing. "I'm not sure I can take it slow anymore."

Slipping my arms around his waist, I gently pushed my hips against his so that he could feel that I didn't either. His eyes snapped open at the contact and his hands swiftly moved down to my ass, forcing us even closer together.

It could have been the couple of glasses of wine I had with dinner, or the hungry way he was looking at me, but I suddenly felt bold and had the urge to take control.

My hands moved to his shirt, and with steady fingers I began to undo the buttons. He stayed perfectly still as I made quick work of it and slipped it off his shoulders. It fell softly to the floor revealing his glorious chest. My mouth hung open as I drank in the sight before me; from his broad shoulders to his pecs and those finely cut abs, he was spectacular.

I wanted to touch and lick: reaching out towards him I ran my fingertips over every inch of his skin, my tongue following in their wake. I heard his head hit the door with a soft thud and he moaned loudly, the sound going straight to my cock. I moved back up his body, nuzzling against his neck and breathing him in. He smelt fantastic and I could quite happily have stayed there, losing myself in his heady scent.

"Jasper..." he breathed, his hands coming up to cup my face, forcing me to look at him. "Where's your bedroom?"

I took his hand and walked the short distant to my bedroom. My steps faltered and I suddenly felt a little uncertain of what to do now that we were here. Sensing my hesitation, Edward grabbed me by the hips and walked me backwards until I could feel the bed at the back of my legs.

"So fucking sexy," he mumbled against my skin as he kissed his way up the side of my neck and along my jaw. His grip tightened and he pulled me against him roughly, grinding his hips against mine.

"Oh, God." My head lolled back and I was lost to the sensation of lips, tongue and the huge fucking erection currently rubbing along mine.

He began to undo my shirt, smiling as he slipped each button through its hole before casting it aside.

"Do you trust me, Jasper?"

"Yes," I whispered, and he pushed me back onto the bed.

I watched closely as he bent down and first removed my shoes, then my socks before crawling over me and undoing my jeans. He paused, looking up at me and silently checking that I was ok to go further. I nodded my head in response; we'd not gone this far before, and although I was nervous at being naked in front of him, I wanted this. I wanted him.

Painfully slowly, he hooked his fingers in my waistband and pulled off my jeans and boxers together, peeling them down my legs until they joined my socks and shoes in a pile on the floor. Edward sat back on his heels and looked me over. I felt exposed and vulnerable, with the sudden urge to cover myself up. My hands moved to shield me from his gaze, but he was quick to grab them and placed them back at my sides.

"Don't be embarrassed, you're fucking beautiful."

I felt my cheeks heat as I blushed furiously, but when his eyes met mine all my embarrassment melted away at the look of lust and desire there. He wanted me. He thought I was beautiful. Fuck, I even felt beautiful under his stare. I relaxed back on the bed and closed my eyes as he leaned in to kiss my lips before moving back down to my neck. He lapped and nibbled at my exposed skin, moving slowly along my collarbone. I'd never had someone take so much care with me before. The few women I'd been with hadn't bothered to pay my body much attention, wanting to get straight down to the act itself before leaving soon after.

I bit my lip as his mouth closed around my nipple and gently nipped it with his teeth. I never knew it could feel like this. My cock throbbed and begged for some relief and I couldn't help but lift my hips a little, searching for anything to give me some.

I felt him chuckle against my skin.

"Patience," he whispered, before running his tongue along my abs and heading further south with each pass. My thoughts lingered on our first night together and the amazing blow-job he'd given me. I really hoped we were heading there again.

Fucking finally, his mouth and hands reached my hips and I almost cheered as his tongue found its way to where I desperately needed him. He took hold of me in one hand and licked all the way up to the head, swirling his tongue around and catching the drops of pre-cum that had gathered there. I let out a long moan, not caring if I was too loud. The feel of him was incredible and I didn't give a fuck who heard. He looked up at me and grinned before slipping his hot mouth around the head of my cock and sucking his way back down.

"Holy fuck!" I shouted, my hips almost flying off the bed until Edward held them down with a firm grip.

He sucked up and down my length, running his tongue along the head each time. Moving one hand from my hip, he trailed it across my skin before gently cupping my balls. He stroked one finger across the skin behind them, getting closer and closer to my ass. I tensed a little, not sure I was ready for that yet.

"Breathe, Jasper," he said, releasing my cock from his mouth and stroking it with his other hand.

"I'm not going any further tonight."

Instantly relaxing at his reassuring words, I groaned as he took me back in his mouth and resumed his sucking and stroking. Curses tumbled from my lips as he started to work me harder, tugging a little on my balls. When I hit the back of his throat and he hummed around me and, I was fucking done for.

"Fuck! Edward," I gasped. "Gonna cum..."

He hummed again and my whole body tensed as my orgasm ripping through me. He swallowed everything as it shot down his throat, not stopping until I was totally spent. With one last lick, he moved back up my body and kissed me. It was soft and sensual, and the fact that I could taste myself in his mouth made it as hot as hell. He pulled away and fell on the bed beside me.

I lay back and closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath and enjoying the after-glow of the fuck-awesome blow-job he had just given me. I felt the bed move slightly and I opened one eye to catch Edward adjusting himself in his jeans.

Fuck.

Of course he was still hard. I wanted to touch him, needed to make him feel as good as he'd just made me feel. I sat up and twisted my body so that I was now facing him.

"Can I...can I touch you?" I asked, tentatively.

"He immediately looked up at me, his eyes smoldering.

"I'd fucking love you to touch me. But only if you're sure?"

"I'm sure," I replied, and he swallowed deeply before lying back with his hands behind his head.

Jeez. If that doesn’t make you want to read this WIP right now, I don’t know what will. Check out beckybrit’s delicious Just a Coffee, Please… with lots of cream and sugar.

That’s it, folks. Thanks again to sweet Naelany for letting me chat with you all. I can’t believe it… my rec virginity has been taken. Was it good for you, too?

Tuesday's Best 1-10-2012

2012-01-10T12:39:00.000-05:00

Good morning, my lovelies! Wow, we're a little over a week into 2012 already. Crazy, isn't it? Personally, I'd love it if the year slowed down a little (and brought a hell of a lot of good things with it in the process!). So in an attempt to do just that, why don't we take a few minutes to indulge in our favorite pastime (or one of them, anyway) and see what Connie and MizzDee have found for you today. Don't forget to bring along your panties and fresh towels, you might well need them ;-)

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Welcome back! Happy New Year! Hope you all had a great time over the holidays.
Grab your coffee and sit comfortably because I did the fic-diving for you.

Working on some of my new year resolutions, one of them is to try new authors so here we go.
It is my first time reading dellaterra, some of you might be familiar with her already, and for me it was a really good surprise. She wrote over 10 Twi stories and the one we will be talking about today is I Can Learn , jumping back into our all-time favorite pairing Jasper & Edward.

What I loved about I Can Learn is that feeling of WOW! When a story can separate from everything you´ve read and be different, fresh and new. That is exactly what you will get while reading I Can Learn.
Jasper is your regular guy, working two jobs playing in a band on his free time. During Christmas time he finds himself playing Santa at the local mall for some extra income.

How I went from a potential salary plus commission plus discount in electronics to an hourly wage as one of the Santas at the mall is still a mystery to me. But I needed another job, even if it was only for a month, and I'm still clinging to the faint hope that getting my foot in the door as Santa might lead to bigger and better things.

On December 23rd Jasper´s world turns upside down by one Dad and his little girl.

At that moment, Jane opens the door to the gingerbread house and ushers in yet another little darling, a little girl with a very serious expression on her face. She is holding the hand of a tall man who has to stoop a little as he comes through the door, just like I do. When he looks up, I am face to face with one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. Athletic-looking, but not steroidal, with coppery hair in casual disarray, beautiful green eyes, and that chin... and those lips...

"It's okay, Isa. Go on now," he says with a nod of his gorgeous head and the sexiest British accent I've ever heard.

I reach down with both arms to lift her up. She settles onto my lap, smooths out her coat and then sits ramrod straight, examining my face for... who knows what? Authenticity? A sign? A miracle?

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"Well, hello there, Isabella!" I say in my heartiest Santa voice.

"Hello, Santa," she replies quietly.

"And what would you like for Christmas?" It's the standard, foolproof department-store Santa script that has launched a thousand greedy lists during the past month. It has never failed me.

Until now.

The little girl's eyes widen and she looks around frantically at her father. He frowns and cocks his head to one side. I look at Alice and we both shrug a little.

The girl cups her hand around her mouth and I lean down to hear what she has to say.

"Didn't you get my e-mail, Santa?" she whispers in a tremulous voice.

I straighten up and look at her for a moment, trying not to laugh. Hearing Alice giggling behind me doesn't help. No kid ever asked this Santa if he checks his e-mail. What the hell am I supposed to say?

"I'm sorry, honey," I begin. "Santa is a little behind on e-mails at this time of the year. Couldn't you just tell me now?"

"Can you bring my papa back?" she whispers.

"Your grandpa?" I ask. Aw, poor kid, her grandfather must have died recently.

"No, my Papa Seth," she corrects me in a soft voice.

I'm confused. "But isn't he your papa?" I ask, gesturing toward the man who had brought her in.

"No, silly Santa," she says with the beginning of a smile. "That's my daddy. Seth is my other daddy but I call him Papa. That was my mama's idea."

And here is the first time our heart breaks. All along the first chapter of I Can Learn we have the insight of little Isabella´s life and her Daddy.

Who is the mysterious man?

"You're Edward Cullen, aren't you?" the taller of the two asks, then goes on without waiting for a reply. "We saw you last night with the Chicago Philharmonic. You were heavenly... I mean, your playing was heavenly."

Who doesn´t love a good Daddyward? I know I do! And I also enjoy well written kids, not the nagging kind. The smart, funny, loving kind I adore.

So they meet, will they have a quickie in the bathroom? Will they fall in love? Who is Seth and where is he?

"Edward," I say, "she's a beautiful child. Anyone can tell that you're a really good father. I'm sorry that Seth died," I tell him again. "But I'm so glad you're here... right now... with me," I add fervently.

He doesn't say anything as he stands up and walks over to the sink next to me. He splashes some water on his face, then turns toward me.

"So am I," he says with equal fervor as he reaches up to caress my face. I move toward him as he licks his lips. This time there are no phones; he isn't getting ready to leave a message. Or maybe he's gonna send me a message, the kind of message I've been hoping to receive ever since I first laid eyes on him.

I run my fingers through his hair and pull him into a rough kiss. It isn't delicate; it doesn't start out soft or build slowly. It goes from zero to 90 in less than five seconds. It's a Maserati of a kiss, a Lamborghini, all sleek and shiny and hard, with powerful curves and racing engines. My heart is pounding as I press my body against his and I can feel his heart pounding too as I suck on his lower lip, then probe with my tongue until it meets his. I can feel his moan before I hear it. It sends a shiver down my spine and straight to my cock

As our kiss deepens, I feel his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. I run my hands down his back to his muscular ass and grind my hips into his, letting him know how he makes me feel, and how much I like the feeling of his body close to mine. Even through my old denim jeans and his tailored wool slacks I can tell that his cock is as hard as mine.

I want to taste him so badly. I want to unzip him and then blow his mind. I get even harder as I think about turning him around, bending him over the sink, and coming deep inside him.

But not here. Not Edward Cullen. Right now he deserves something better than a tryst in a restaurant bathroom, something more than just a quick fuck.

And, I am surprised to realize, so do I.

Do not fear, there is more to come *pun intended*. We have 3 chapters so far and things are looking good.

dellaterra writes lovely boys, sweet kids, funny elves, great angst, hot sexy steaming first kisses in bathrooms and has great taste in music as the tittle of the story goes with a great classic from The White Stripes. Do I need to say more?

Happy reading my lovies, as always leave some love for dellaterra

See you all next time

Connie

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Hello, my loves. I'm coming to you today with another old one that I cannot for the life of me figure out how it was ever missed. Since by MizzHyde has been one of my all-time favorite stories and when you read Jasper and Edward's story, you'll see why.

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Edward has been in a relationship and living with his girlfriend, Bella, for years. Their life together is simple and their relationship is comfortable, neither one looking to change anything or even move forward. In the simplest terms...they're happy and they love each other.

Their lives are moving along like normal as they help, their friends, Rosalie and Emmett, prepare for their wedding. With Rosalie's careful planning, everything is going as expected, that is until Rosalie's brother shows up.

Jasper is left in Edward's capable hands while Bella is off with the girls for the weekend. While on 'babysitting duty,' Edward takes Jasper to the bar where he witnesses the smooth-talking Jasper charm all the ladies. It isn't until he takes home that he realizes that Jasper isn't all that he seems to be.

Jasper has no problem telling Edward that he's gay and Edward has no problem accepting his admission. The problem comes for Edward when Jasper speaks the one sentence that turns his world upside down.

"What I'd really like to do is suck your cock while you watch the movie," he stated calmly.

The mouthful of beer I had just taken got sprayed everywhere.

"Did I not just mention that I am not gay?" I asked in astonishment.

Jasper shrugged.

"Sex is sex," he stated. "Gender is irrelevant for most of it."

"Seriously? But you can't mean that. I mean, if you're gay then you wouldn't want some girl sucking you off."

"Oh, I don't generally discriminate," he said sitting back down on the sofa, stretching his arms back out along the cushions and leaning his head back, watching the movie through lidded eyes.

"As it turns out I have only ever fancied guys, and they totally have more, uh, equipment to play with. But some kinds of sex, frankly, it doesn't make much difference. A mouth is a mouth."

Edward and Bella's sex life was always good. They were adventurous and always willing to try anything once. Edward had never considered being with a man before but now finds himself wondering what it would be like. Then he runs Jasper's words through his head. “Sex is sex, right?”

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Can Edward really go through with it? What would it mean for his and Bella's relationship if he does? Will there be anything more for Edward and Jasper if they take this opportunity together? Well...if you want to know, then you have to read and find out. Come and see why this story has made my all-time favorites list. Then leave MizzHyde some love because my girl definitely deserves it for this awesome piece of work. Until next time...much love to you – D

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There you have it, folks. Two great stories to sink your teeth into. Be sure to leave these wonderful authors some love, and check back next week to see what Connie and I have in store for you then.

In the mean time, there's still four days left to enter the Twilight No Stress Love Fest; Holiday Edition. That's right, the deadline was pushed until the 14th! So hop on over, pick out a few prompts and get to steppin'! You know no one can resist a good holiday love-story. ;-)

Tuesday's Best 1-3-2012

2012-01-03T12:39:00.001-05:00

Happy New Year, my lovelies! Hope you had a great start of 2012, and that it will be a good one for everyone. MizzDee and I have some wonderful stories in store for you, so pull up a chair and let's get right to it, shall we?

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Hello my loves. Today I’m bringing you another story written by the amazing Owenic . His Grandfather's Watch is a great short story that shows you the true power of love. This story shows how a love from the past can bring your whole future together in ways you never expected. Join Edward and Jasper as they work together to unravel a seventy year old mystery that brings them closer together.

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Edward Cullen has been working in his parents’ antique store since he was a kid. Since then, he’s become a specialist at old clocks and timepieces. His ability serves him well when Jasper Whitlock enters their store wanting to know more information about an old pocket watch.

The watch belonged to Jasper’s grandfather but that’s all he knows. He’s hoping he can find something more about the watch that has been in his family for a long time. But when Edward takes the watch apart to examine its inner workings, he finds something that neither of them expected.

"When I took the casing off, I found this," I tell him, pointing to the small square of yellowed paper.

"A photograph?"

I nod. "And an inscription engraved into the back of the watch."

Jasper blinks, absorbing the information, before he picks up the photo. It's small, only an inch and a half square, black and white and aged, but there's no mistaking who or what the picture is of.

Two men, about 18 years old. They're dressed in outfits from possibly the 1940's. But that's not what's remarkable about it. It's how they're standing. They're facing the camera with an arm each around the other; not in a brotherly love embrace, but an embrace that shows a history – an intimate history.

They were lovers.

With that realization, Jasper wants to know everything about the old watch. Unfortunately, he has a problem. He’s recently lost his family and his only living relative is his grandmother, who suffers from dementia. Will she be able to tell Jasper what he needs to know?

Carlisle, Edward’s dad, sees the heartache this causes Jasper and suggests that Edward could go with him as moral support and to help him find the answers he needs. Jasper reluctantly agrees and the two set off on a journey to find the secrets of the past.

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Owenic has done it again with this amazing little story. She’s managed to combine two love stories into one to give you the best of the past and the present. You’ll be holding your heart in your hands as you fall in love with these men. So give this story a chance and show her some love. You’ll be glad you did. Until next time… much love to you – D

note: Owenic posted on her profile she will be taking down her stories soon, so catch this while you still can! She'll make files available for those who ask (nicely, please! nae), in case you miss out on any of her wonderful work. I, for one, will miss your writing, sweets. naelany

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You know those fics that really make you feel like a peeping Tom? They’re a guilty pleasure, aren’t they? Even more so than the average kinky fic? Well, I have one for you, written by PolkaDotMama, called Twin Windows.

Carlisle loves sipping his morning coffee in the kitchen. Mostly because of the view. And no, we’re not talking rolling green hills or beautiful flower garden here.

Nope.

We’re talking Riley.

Riley, who doesn’t know Carlisle watches him every morning as he wakes up and starts his day. Or does he?

I can’t really show anything, since this is a very short fic, but well worth it. Maybe, if we’re really lucky and y’all ask real nice-like, we can convince PolkaDotMama that there’s much more to these boys. What do you think?

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There you have it, folks. Enjoy these wonderful stories and be sure to leave these authors some love. Check back next week to see what Connie and MizzDee have in store for you, then.

In the mean time, there are still four days left to enter the Twilight No Stress Love Fest; Holiday Edition! What are you waiting for? Hop on over, snag a few prompts and get to work, spread some love. You know you want to ;-)

Guest Rec - Chele681

2012-01-02T16:14:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year, y'all! Here's to a wonderful, slashy 2012! Chele681's kicking off the year with the first guest rec, so let's get right to it.

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There are so many fics that deserve more love than they get, and so I wanted to share a few of my oldest and newest little-known slashy one-shot favs.

Major Changes by Subtlepen

This fic makes me happy both in my heart and in my pants. Not only does it have one of my favorite rare pairings (sssh, it’s a surprise - I’m not telling), but it delivers a message of love and attraction beyond gender and appearance.

Their relationship begins on Twitter when Edward (Fastfingers) lets slip a vague reference to spanking, and his admirer (Heavyvetter) tweets him back with a seductive response. Their back and forth moves to email where is gets steamier and more personal. The exchanges are both erotic, and emotional as it’s revealed that Heavyvetter knows Edward, and has been attracted to him for some time. The passion and longing expressed is intense and sensual and you can feel the vulnerability in the words.

Major Changes makes me breathless every time I read it. The anticipation and the need and the sweet, beautiful release that these two find makes this well worth a read.

My Surreal Life by Einfach Mich

My Surreal Life is hot, hilarious, and wickedly, amazingly smutty. It is pure indulgent PWP, and yet Einfach Mich has snuck in enough backstory and emotion to make the characters compelling, and all the more sexy.

Edward is straight, he insists, but his student loan debt prompted him to take advantage of a convenient health condition which allows him to be the cock-sucker of the century, and gives a go at acting for a gay for pay porn company. And I’m oh, so glad he did. Why? Because this little smut-tale details Edward’s first gang bang scene.

I’m not sure who I love most, Dirty-talking, Ass-worshipping Emmett, Jokester, mouth-fucking Jasper, or shy, swooning romantic Jacob. The best part, is that I don’t have to choose. Edward gets all three of them at once. The only thing that made me happier than this little erotic porn-fest, is the promise that Einfach Mich is going to give us more Pornward. Yay!

Yearning by Sweet Dulcinea

In the mood for a sweet, misguided love story? Look no further than Yearning. Peter and Jasper are best friends, both dancing around a mutual unspoken attraction that’s obvious to everyone except each other. After Peter’s latest choice in dates (a boy who looks shockingly like his best friend) sets Jasper over the edge, he finds a way to get Peter’s attention once and for all with the help of a few new friends, one of whom is Edward.

There are body shots, neck nuzzles and implied affairs, all with the intent of sparking enough jealousy in Peter to get him to act and make a stand for Jasper. While I won’t spoil it and tell you whether the plan works or not, just think about it, even if it doesn’t, Edward makes for an awfully soft place to land. Yum all around.

To be forthright, SweetDulcinea and I share an unholy mutual love for Peter, so it’s not surprising that she writes him in a magical way that sets my pants on fire. Yearning, however, is guaranteed to set yours on fire too.

Tuesday's Best 12-27-2011

2011-12-27T13:15:00.001-05:00

Good morning, my lovelies! I trust you've all survived the Christmas holidays and are preparing yourselves for the New Year. Hard to believe 2011 is almost over, isn't it? Makes you wonder where the year's gone. But, we still have a couple of recs to deliver, so let's get right to it, shall we?

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Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah, to all of you who celebrate. Congratulations you’ve all made it here.

I was thinking after such a weekend you all probably had, family over, too much food and drinks I needed to share some happy with you.

A little gem dropped in my box from sadtomato and I love how readers and authors can share a conversation or a prompt online and we all get the pleasure to read it and enjoy it.

Let’s see, Riley is a great canon character and in fan fiction I think is one that has a lot of potential. When you add Sam to the pair things get interesting.

Three Little Words gives us a peak into Riley’s and Sam’s life. Sam is a parent to a little boy name Levi and has a long history with a very understanding ex wife, Emily.

I nudge her arm, grateful for the moments when we can joke together like we used to-before we got knocked up, before we got married too soon, before we broke up, before I came out. The last few years have been tough, but Emily and I are committed to raising a happy kid. We do our best to be gracious and get along.

Sam needs a little push to finally commit to his relationship with Riley, move forward and start thinking about their future as a family. Who better to put things into perspective than little Levi?

"Love you, Riley," Levi says. My boyfriend's eyes meet mine over Levi's shoulder, and something in my chest clenches tightly. Riley and I have been living together for almost a year, and this is the first time Levi's ever said that to him.

Two lovers making plans for the future, happy about becoming full time parents; happiness can only lead to hot, messy sex on the couch ;)

"If your mouth didn't feel so fucking good I'd beg you to fuck me," he says, gasping as I tickle the skin beneath his balls with my finger. "But God, I don't want you to ever stop sucking me. I want to cum in your mouth, baby."

*evil grin* Go check it out if you want to see how it ends.

There you have it folks Sam & Riley fluff for you all. Short and sweet.

As I won’t be seeing you next week I want to take the opportunity to wish you all a Fabulous and Happy New Year! May all your dreams come true including the dirty ones…specially those! ;)

See you in the New Year.

Connie

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Anyone familiar with the term “figging”? No? Well, in that case, you’re in for a real treat. And if you do know what it is, you’ll still be in for one, I think.

Slow Burn, by grrlinterrupted tells a story about Carlisle, a doctor working in the US, but originally from the UK, and Edward who hobbles into the ER. Edward is a trust fund baby, used to getting his way. Carlisle, however, is not overly inclined to give it to him.

Against the odds, they end up together and appear to be a fairly good match. Carlisle’s had to be creative in dealing with Edward, though. Especially when Edward’s been a bad, bad boy.

That said, I won’t show you anything about that (or else what would the fun in reading the story be, right?). I will show you a little about how they start off.

My fingers twitched as I wondered how he was healing. I hoped he was feeling better. Despite his irritating sense of entitlement he'd been funny, boyish. He'd charmed me, the bastard.

Later, lying in bed, I let my fingers drift under the waistband of my pajama bottoms, and found myself rubbing my hardening dick as my mind's eye explored his red lips, hard jaw, and slender fingers.

I'd fantasized about other staff members before: a cute physiotherapist when I'd worked in the Royal Brompton orthopaedic ward; a surgeon at Guy's; but never a patient. Somehow my mind had set them off limits, or had used to.

As I touched myself, pulling at my foreskin and rolling my balls, a fantasy developed.

How dare he tempt me like that? I thought. He must have known I couldn't. But obviously things aren't usually denied to Mr PFO. And obviously he couldn't give a shit about my job.

In my head he was over my lap in minutes, naked, begging and getting louder with every spank. His hands gripped my legs as I reddened his arse, his messy hair damp with sweat, cock pulsing.

I came so quickly and so hard I had no time to grab some tissues, and had to change the damn sheets.

Ah yes, I did ask you if you knew what “figging” was, right? Well... you’ll have to read for yourself. Let’s just put it this way, for now. You’ll never quite look at a certain spice the same way again. Who knew that cooking could offer so many... delights.

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There you have it, folks. Two great stores to indulge in. Be sure to check back next week to see what MizzDee and I have in store for you. In the mean time, leave these wonderful authors some love.

Don't forget there are still several days left (ten, in fact) to join in the Twilight No Stress Love Fest. Pick out a few prompts and go to town. It's all in good fun, and to spread some holiday cheer. Never limited to just Christmas, right?

Merry Christmas

2011-12-25T09:51:00.001-05:00

Here's hoping everyone has a great day. Even if Christmas isn't your thing.

Tuesday's Best 12-20-2011

2011-12-20T12:22:00.000-05:00

Gooooood morning, my lovelies! Are y'all ready for Christmas? There's only five days left to get your presents taken care of, your cookies baked, and your halls decorated. Whew, just listing that made me tired, so why don't we go see what Connie and MizzDee have found for you this week?

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Hello ladies, Happy Tuesday!

Nae won’t let me lie; I’ve been waiting for two weeks to share with you my excitement over the Twi Kink Fest that is taking place at the moment. Some great authors; slash experts and some new ones are taking part. It shows that we kind of like a bit of Kink with our Slash, I know I do ;)

For today’s recc I’m going to chose one, basically because of the pairing – Emmet & Riley and because there is nothing I like best than boys in lace. Pretty in Pink is one of the few entries the beautiful Fr333bird submitted for the Twi Kink Fest. We have “gay for you” Emmett and all gay out and proud Riley. This one shot is told from Emmet’s POV and is funny, sexy and all sorts of hot.

I guess some dudes would be uncomfortable having Riley as a roommate, but we get along well and I don't have a problem with his sexuality. He's never been shy about the fact that he likes guys as well as girls. He calls himself pansexual, says he doesn't like to limit his options.

He made it pretty plain early on that he thinks I'm hot, but I told him that it was never gonna happen. I was flattered and all, but I like tits and a pussy.

Emmett & Rilley have a bet that includes pink lace.

"How the fuck do chicks manage to put these things on?" He grumbles.

He's half naked, with his back to me. His torso is covered by the pink lacy corset that's obviously causing the trouble. It's hanging off him and he's reaching around trying to do it up and totally failing. My eyes drop lower and stay there. He's wearing matching panties. Pink lace panties. Pink lace panties that cover less than half of his ass cheeks.

Fuck me running.

There is a party going on, some make up added to Riley’s cheeks, some looks here and there between Riley and his roommate building the UST until the text messages that will decide Emmett’s fate.

See something you like?

You're a fucking cock tease Biers, I reply, my stupid, big fingers skidding around on the touch screen in my frustration.

The reply comes back immediately. If you need help with your cock, all you have to do is ask.

But I'm already typing the words. Meet me outside in five minutes.

We get all hot and heavy against a wall and it gets better…

"Riley, stop," I gasp. "I don't want to come yet."

He pulls off with an obscene popping noise; he does this shit on purpose I can tell. "What do you want, Em?" He asks me, looking up through his lashes, his lips wet and shiny with his spit and my pre-cum.

"I want to fuck you," I reply, my voice catching in my throat as my heart pounds faster.

OMG! Yes, that is all you are going to get from me, go and read if you want to find out how did it go for Emmett.

There are over 40 entries on the C2 Twilight Kink Fest Stories and you can find all the prompts here Twi Kink Fest. Hope you give them a chance even if some of them push a bit on your soft limits, I promise it’s all worthy.

As always don’t forget to leave some love for the amazing authors.

Have a great week and I’ll see you all next time.

Connie.

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Hello my loves. Today I get to share a great story with you. Guiding Eyes by Mrs. Agget and Mkmmsm is a great story about finding your way in a suddenly unfamiliar world. Starring my favorite couple, of course, the gorgeous Edward and Jasper. Take this journey with them and see how they navigate their way through a world that only one of them can see.
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For high school senior, Edward Cullen, life wasn’t always fun. He wasn’t the popular kid or the cool kid. He was the nerd… the geek with glasses so thick his classmates teased him relentlessly. Unfortunately for Edward, they were a necessary part of life because, by nineteen, Edward was losing his sight. He was told it was something he would have to accept and learn to live with, but he didn’t want to live with it. For him, it was like a death sentence.

The day he woke up with no sight at all, he was absolutely terrified. He wasn’t ready. He didn’t know how to cope. He didn’t know how to live the life he had before. He’d gotten lost in the nightmare. It took some time but Edward finally decided to go get help. He decided to learn to live again.

With his parents help, Edward packed up and headed for the Hale School for the Blind. There, he would receive one-on-one attention from his caregiver / teacher, Jasper, who would teach him how to live a life without eyes. After the introductions were made and Edward’s parents left him in Jasper’s capable hands, it was time for the teaching to begin.

Edward, who was used to being taken care of, didn’t get that kind of attention from Jasper and the two clashed immediately. Edward felt helpless. Jasper knew he wasn’t. He pushed him hard during their lessons and Edward hated him for it.

“Listen up and listen up good. I will not stop pushing you. I will push you and push you until you know this by heart. Hate me, I don't care. This? All of this is being done for your benefit."

"That's it, you just don't care!" Storming past him, I headed into what I thought was the direction of the door.

"And where do you think you are going?"

"Away from you and your fucking games. I don't need your help."

They argued constantly but when the lessons were over each day, things were always different between them.

"Edward," Jasper said, "I know this is hard for you, but I promise you will adjust. All it takes is time."

There was nothing I could do but nod. After a moment, Jasper patted my thigh and stood. Fuck! What was up with him doing that? Every time he would leave me alone, he would pat my hand, arm, or shoulder. When he first started doing it, i thought he was just doing it to be nice and friendly. Now, I wasn't sure.

Outside of our lessons, we got along great. During mealtimes or free time, we chatted easily about all kinds of topics, and we respected each other's opinions. But the whole touching thing had me confused. Was he like that with all his students, or was it only me? Sure, I liked him a lot. We had a lot of the same views on things and shared a lot of laughs. I guess if I was pressed, I would have to say that I was attracted to him. More than once, I had woken up with raging wood from dreaming about his subtle touches and his smooth voice.

Edward was terribly confused, wondering if Jasper was just doing his job or if he really cared. What would he have to do to find out the answers? Would he like the answer when he did?
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Mrs. Agget gives us a great story about accepting help and finding yourself when all else seems lost. It’s a journey we all have to take and until we do, we’ll never know what is out there for us. I, for one, am in love with this story and I know you’ll love it too. So check it out and leave my girl some love. Until next time…much love to you - D

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There you have it, folks. Two great stories to sink your teeth into. Check back next week to see what Connie and I have in store for you, and be sure to leave these wonderful authors some love in the mean time.

Also, there's still plenty of time to spread the Holiday cheer, so hop on over to the Twilight No Stress Love Fest and pick up a prompt or two and get to work. We'd love your stories and artwork - the more, the merrier, and after all, it's a Fest of Love, right? Deadline is January 7th, so enjoy the holidays and we look forward to seeing what you come up with.

Guest Rec - Buildmeapyramid

2011-12-19T12:52:00.000-05:00

When naelany asked me to do a guest rec for TU, I think I grinned like an idiot for a full two hours afterwards. I’d never have dreamt of being recc’d on this wonderful blog, let alone being trusted to keep my inner Twislut on a leash—albeit a very long, stretchy leash—long enough to write a reasonably calm and coherent rec. And then there was the matter of deciding what to rec. But after much fussing, fretting, and a very long debate between me, myself, and I, I’ve at last come to a decision.

And so, I begin.

NanaMun is one of my all-time favorite authors. To add to the deliciousness of her writing, she’s also a Jakeward lover (a.k.a. my soul sister). So, as I often do in my spare time, I was snooping through her stories and saw a rather recent piece of pure Seth/Jasper YUM that I had somehow missed before. Sunkissed Skin and A Dimpled Smile is one of those fics that just makes your insides squishy and your toes tingly and the constant curl of a smile tug at your lips. Seth is wide-eyed and sweet and bratty and pouts quite often (which I must say I don’t mind at all, because his pout is absurdly adorable *wink*), whereas Jasper is all smirks and Texas twang and honeyed words straight outta the hive. The pair are different, but fit together so well even if they—damn them and their complete obliviousness—can’t see the chemistry for themselves. Between sneaky library spying and proms and pretty boys and a bloody ocean of misunderstandings, NanaMun manages to keep that oh-so-precious balance of driving me mad and making my face sore from all the silly grinning. It’s truly a testament to how gifted she is, that I’ll read anything she dishes out, even *gasp* fluff (says the out-and-proud Queen of angst h00rs). So when you’re done melting in the pure, gooey sweetness of Sunkissed Skin and A Dimpled Smile, check out her other stories for some more delicious fics to keep you busy (and blushing).

Now, I ask you, who the hell wouldn’t read a fic where Edward wanks via webcam, Jasper pretends to be a girl (even though he is clearly all man *swoon*), and the resulting madness includes vibrators and barbeque kisses?

That’s what I thought.

What Matters by the lovely Strae makes me rather swoony every time I so much as think about it. It’s one of the most splendid combinations of plot, porn, drama, fluff, angst, and cock-blocks I think I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. Edward is your average straight, drop-dead gorgeous man, and when by some blessed stroke of fate (and a dash of boredom) he decides to put his roommate’s webcam to good use, he meets a girl named “Jazz” and finds himself in a relationship that is completely unlike anything he’s ever experienced. His infatuation leads to a rather spontaneous—and stalker-ish—appearance on this Jazz person’s doorstep. Imagine poor Edward’s surprise upon being greeted with a tall, tattooed, sexy-as-hell gay man with a personality that makes you want to give him squish-hugs. And as luck would have it, a man who just so happens to be completely and totally smitten with Edward.

So, if any of the afore-mentioned tidbits interest you, please do make your merry way on over to this delicious slice of slashy pie, and send Strae heaps of confectionary sweet things so she’ll let her boys come out to play again soon.

And in the spirit of sweet things, my last rec is a Drarry fic by the title of Et Dona Ferentes. I’ve only recently dipped my toes into the Harry Potter fandom, mostly because it’s just so massive and intimidating. This is one of the very first HP fics I read, and if you haven’t tried out the fandom, this story is the perfect way to get started. It’s set post-Deathly-Hallows with Harry in a mopey, sulking mood holed up in Grimmauld Place, but that lasts all of a page before tragedy happens and by some strange, cruel twist of fate, Harry is given charge of his godson Teddy, sharing joint custody of the infant with none other than Draco Malfoy.

This story is a lovely, curious blend of sweet and sad, angst and fluff. Draco and Harry will make you want to rip your hair out one minute, and melt into sticky, fluff-induced nothingness the next. And Bear (sorry, but Teddy Lupin is forever “Bear” to me after reading this) is absolutely adorable, though with a true gift for bad timing, I must say. Hidingfromsomeone has created a story and characters so rich and life-like I feel like I could be the one putting Bear to bed, or brewing potions in the basement, or snogging Draco for as long as I like . . .

Ahem.

So, I highly recommend you check out all three of these stories, and leave oodles and noodles of love and favorites and alerts for the fantastic authors who came up with them. Thanks again to naelany for giving me the opportunity to do a guest rec; it was an absolute pleasure!

Tuesday's Best 12-13-2011

2011-12-13T10:57:00.000-05:00

Good morning, my lovelies! I hope y'all are staying snug, safe, and warm. It's freezing over here. Perfect time to cuddle up under a blanket in front of a fire with a cup of hot cocoa and a good read, wouldn't you say? Let's get right to it, shall we?

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Hello, my loves. Today I am so excited to share with you the next installment in the Age Gaps series. Patience is a Virtue by Conversed takes us on a journey through Seth’s life as he pines away for the one guy he’s wanted forever.
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You want him more than you’ve ever wanted anyone.

He doesn’t even know you exist.

It’s happened to everyone at least once. But for Seth, it’s been happening over and over again since the day in high school when Edward’s laugh made his insides feel funny. From that day on, Seth was so drawn to him that he did everything he could to get close to Edward.

I didn't want to leave things to fate, so I worked hard to track him down. I really wanted to see him.

He was on my mind all the fucking time. I told myself that it wasn't just puppy love. This was the real deal, not a crush.

Unfortunately for Seth, Edward never saw him. He never noticed the boy who loved him from afar. He never noticed the boy who found him countless times and hung around just to be close to him, hoping to finally be seen.

What Seth didn’t know was that there was someone who did notice. Someone who paid attention to the boy who did anything to be near Edward. Someone who could see how much the boy cared. Someone who cared enough to give him some much needed advice.

Emmett stood in the doorway for a minute after his brother had gone, giving me a long look while I sighed.

He asked how old I was, and nodded when I said that I was seventeen.

He told me that good things come to those who wait.

I've never been a very patient person.

Patience is a virtue that Seth doesn’t possess. He wants Edward and he’ll continue to do whatever it takes, whenever he can to see him. So, when Emmett tells Seth about needing help in his store, he jumps at the chance. His hope… that Edward will finally notice him.
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It’s a rare talent to be able to tell a great story with so few words and Conversed has definitely mastered this art. Every story in the Age Gaps series is told so well that you can’t help but get drawn in and this newest installment is no different. If you haven’t read these wonderful stories yet, I strongly suggest you catch up before you read Seth’s story. Read Age Gaps , Interns , Lip Reading , and White Water . You’ll be glad you did. Until next time...much love to you - D

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“Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree...”

Y’all know that song, right (one of my all-time-favorite Christmas songs, by the way)? Well, it isn’t a sable - or a ‘54 convertible, light blue - that Jasper asks Santa for when his little sister Alice talks him into sitting on Santa’s lap and tell him what he wants for Christmas.

Oh, no. Jasper is very specific in his wish for Santa, though he doesn’t think for a minute he’ll ever get it.

I wish I could tell you what he asks for, but I don’t think I can without giving too much away. I can, however, show you Santa’s reaction.

Pulling back, I look at Edward's wide-eyed expression. "That's um...a tall order, Mr. Whitlock."

Yes, that’s right. Santa is none other than Edward Cullen. Starting to get an inkling as to what our sweet Jasper wants for Christmas? Run over to Beautiful Figment’s Santa Baby and see whether Jasper’s been a good boy this year.

Merry Christmas, y’all!

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There you have it, folks, two great stories for your enjoyment. Be sure to leave these wonderful ladies some love, and check back next week to see what Connie and MizzDee have in store for you then.

Speaking of Christmas, I'm sure by now you've picked up on the fact that The Twilight No Stress Love Fest is back with a holiday edition. Why not hop on over, pick up a prompt or two and go to town? It's the time of year to spread some cheer around so join in on the fun.

Tuesday's Best 12-6-2011

2011-12-06T11:16:00.000-05:00

Good morning, my lovelies! Are you all bundled up nice and warm, ready for a couple of great stories? I hope so, because Connie and I've found some good ones for you. So grab your hot cocoa and snuggle under that blanket for a little while longer, and settle in for a good read, shall we?

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Hello again ladies & probably some gents too, it’s Tuesday again and I’m glad to see you all back here for some Boy Loving. So, if you call yourself a true Slash H00r you probably know who Touchstone67 is. Her masterpiece Mergers and Acquisitions will be forever on my Favorite List.

M&A was from the start an amazing fic, a O/S extended to 40 something chapters and marked as complete a few months back.

Why am I bringing all this up? Well two of M&A’s characters made such an impression on all of us readers that they got their own fic!

I’m talking about Peter and Riley.

Peter is Jasper’s client from the escort service and Riley is Jasper’s best friend from the streets and lover. Together they give life to The Whore and The Gentleman. The story picks up the moment Peter decides to care for Riley during his recovery from his drug addiction.

I was a homeless whore, what the hell was I doing in the spare room of some guy's mansion?

Jasper is with Edward back in Chicago and he can only trust Peter to look after his boy. You can place Riley in the nicest room possible, but he will still be Riley…

The room was painted a dark maroon with two big windows on one wall. To the left of the doorway was a large bed covered in gray blankets and a fucking lot of pillows. How many did he think I needed? I only had one head. Well, two if you wanted to get technical, but I didn't need a pillow for the second one.

The one thing Peter and Riley have in common is Jasper, both of them love him and both lost him to Edward. In different ways maybe but it hurts the same.

His shoulders were wide and slightly slouched even as he tried to stand tall. Messed up hair obviously hadn't been washed, and I suspected the clothing had been worn at least one day. My heart, which had briefly filled with hope, broke again and I wanted to turn and leave. Everything in me told me to walk away, he wasn't the right one. Instead, I found myself walking across the lobby until I was standing only inches from him. One more step and my forehead was pressed against his chest. He tucked me under his chin and when my fingers found the partially untucked shirt at his waist, his arms went around me and I felt his long sigh in my hair.

He was hurting as much as I was, maybe even more, and yet, he was still comforting me. Or maybe I was comforting him. Or maybe we were comforting each other. Peter couldn't possibly understand what Jasper and I were, no one could, but right then in Peter's arms with his strong warmth around me, I was lulled into thinking it would be okay.

One of the things you have to understand before you go into The Whore and The Gentleman is that Riley is exactly that, a whore. He lived in the streets for over four years and in his mind nobody gives something for nothing, there is always one way to pay for whatever you are given.

"You can fuck me anytime you want, you don't even need to ask," I offered bluntly.

Water spewed from his mouth and across the table in front of him. Dabbing at it with his napkin, his brows knit together and shook his head. "I told you, this isn't about that."

Then what the fuck was it about?

Peter & Riley’s living arrangements are confusing. Peter seems detached, not interested and that makes Riley feel insecure. Riley’s power goes hand in hand with sex and helps him feel in control.

I didn't get it. I mean, I knew I wasn't losing my charm. It still worked on everyone else. But not Peter. I had few skills in life, I could suck and fuck, I could steal just about anything, and I could read people. Didn't matter who, I could do it. There were only a few exceptions, and I happened to be living with one of them.

Riley is so outgoing, charming and secure, but that’s just on the outside. Deep inside he is still that 15 year old child that was kicked out of his house by his parents and had to learn to survive on his own. Riley craves human contact, he mistakes the way he asks for it but he just needs someone, anyone.

"Do you need help finding something?"

"I think I've found what I need," I murmured. "Do you want to fuck?"

And with Peter he finds his match. Peter will not take any bullshit from Riley and will keep him in check.

We drove past Forth Street and I found my eyes habitually scanning the sidewalks. It was early, no one would be out yet. A burn begun inside me, more of simmering, a warning of the yearning still in me, one that only been dulled by rehab. It would never be gone completely.

Before I could get too lost in the need, a hand was covering mine on my lap, squeezing it reassuringly. I don't know if he knew what I was thinking or if he thought it was something else entirely, but either way, I turned my palm up, loosely opening my fingers to let his slide between. Curling mine up, I never looked at him.

But I did hold his hand.

They are kind of stuck with each other now. They need each other more than they are both willing to admit.

We are on chapter 1 and for what we have so far it is not going to be an easy ride. If there is something Touchstone67 can write is angst, full on crying your eyes out angst. So be prepared for it.

Can Peter save Riley? Does Riley want to be saved?

All he wanted was a fair chance in the fight for my battered soul. It was the least I could give him. Still, he was suffering. He wanted to fight my battle with me, but he wasn't going to let me fight his with him.

"I know I'm not him," I murmured. "I know you miss him. I miss him too."

My eyes never left him. Sun glistened off his unwashed hair, wrinkled clothes covered the fit body I'd seen naked the night before, Pacific eyes closed and an unshaven jaw relaxed.

He didn't deny my words.

He might not have wanted me to leave, but it wasn't me he wanted there.

Do you need to read M&A to understand The Whore and The Gentleman? It’s not a must but I would recommend you to do it, especially because this story is told from Riley’s POV and there will be a few flashbacks to moments he shared with Jasper and you will also need some background information on Peter and Jasper’s relationship.

Since the end of M&A I’ve been looking forward to Peter & Riley’s story so I hope you get to love them as much as I do and enjoy Touchstone67’writing.

That’s all from me folks don’t forget to leave some love for the author as always.

See you all next week.

Connie

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As I was trying to figure out what on earth to rec this week (I’d gotten behind on my reading, whoops!), Got Your Back by LyricalKris dropped in my inbox. I’m telling you, it was meant to be. Why, do you ask? What was it that drew me to this story?

Well, let me tell you. A geeky, shy, insecure Riley and one scarred-but-still-very-hot Jasper, both of whom work for the FBI.

Riley doesn’t believe in himself (well, as far as anything not concerning his work goes, at least). He certainly doesn’t think he’s in the same ballpark, let alone the same league as Jasper, and yet he pines for him. Oh, Riley...

Jasper, on the other hand, has had a few experiences that severely cloud him and it’s left him scarred both inside and out. He plays at being strong, confident, and dependable, but is he? Well, dependable, yes, but the rest?

Riley gets to see a glimpse of the real Jasper one night as the team is out celebrating solving a kidnapping case.

Before Riley could even contemplate wiping off the sweat that accumulated on his palms at the very thought of making such a daring move, Emmett's voice boomed over everyone else's. "What do you mean, she got off? No. No. No. This is bullshit." He listened for a moment, and the bar became quieter as most everyone turned their attention to the very loud, large, fuming man. "Whatever," Emmett growled into the phone, hanging up with a scowl.

"What's going on?" Jasper asked, striding over to where his partner was now pacing.

"It's fucked up." Emmett sighed. "Jane and Alec Scarpinato are out on bail."

The crowd bristled, cries of "bullshit!" and "son of a bitch," going up. It was an unfortunate part of the job that no matter how tirelessly they worked, sometimes the bad guys got away.

It sucked... hard, but it wasn't that unusual, so it wasn't so surprising when most of the gathered agents shook it off. They all vowed to redouble their efforts - there had to be some way to nail the sadistic twins that had tortured little Eric Newton during his captivity. Then, they all shook it off and continued their celebration.

All of them except Jasper.

It was only because Riley was watching Jasper so intently that he saw the blond man's eyes go wide for an extended moment. He saw Jasper's nose flare as he breathed in deep once, twice, before a calmer mask came over his expression.

When Emmett threw an arm around his partner's shoulders, Jasper seemed to go stiff, his body language radiating discomfort. The larger man didn't seem to notice. "We'll get 'em," he said, steering Jasper back to the table.

The blond man grabbed Rosalie's arm as he sat down. "Whiskey. Straight. Please."

To find out exactly what happened to make Jasper so upset you’ll have to go read the story yourself. Be sure to leave LyricalKris some love when you do.

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There you have it, folks. Be sure to check back next week to see what MizzDee and I have in store for you then. In the mean time, please leave these wonderful authors some love.

So are you ready for the holidays, this year? Are you itching to share some warmth and cheer? Why not hop on over to the Twilight No Stress Love Fest, pick up a couple of prompts, and write some awesome stories to spread some holiday love. Or make some art to inspire, instead. Come on, join the fun!

Guest Rec - Dtav

2011-12-05T11:02:00.000-05:00

Hello all! It’s Denise aka dtav.

When I was asked to do a rec here I will admit I did a little fangirl squee before composing myself enough to say yes! I’m so excited to be talking about some of my favorite stories! It was hard deciding which ones to concentrate on, as I love so many, but since one of my choices, Sinners Island by TwistedforTwilight, was done already it narrowed it down for me.

Starting off, I’m going to stick with what I know best and that’s slash. One of my current favorites is The Major’s Pet by OCDJen. Actually, I love all of her stories even though I’m a HEA kind of girl and she is a big lover of angst. Her writing has always touched me deeply, and her stories touch something deep inside each of us, sometimes stirring up emotions we would rather keep hidden. The Major’s Pet is that kind of story. It is a dark fic as it is human/vamp slash. Edward is Vamp Jasper’s human prisoner.

Edward Cullen is a scared and vulnerable human who is kidnapped and made the pet of a ruthless vampire. Jasper Whitlock is the Major, a vampire who has never mated, and keeps Edward alive longer than any of his other pets. He defends Edward fiercely against the other vampires and won’t share him, yet he punishes Edward’s disobedience mercilessly while refusing to admit his feelings for him. It is a story filled with constantly changing emotions and it is touching to see how the relationship between Edward and Jasper develops even though Jasper denies it every step of the way. Even when Jasper is punishing Edward for his disobedience, his feelings for him shine through.

In the very beginning of the story, Edward’s mind is fighting against what he realizes is the inevitable, that he’s been kidnapped by a vampire and will probably die without seeing his friends and family ever again. Even though he’s been warned, he can’t help but question Jasper as to his intentions.

"What..What are you planning to do with me?" I asked, figuring it didn't matter if I pissed him off or not, I was dead anyway.

"I want a pet, and you are it," he smirked and continued. "To fuck and feed."

Later on, we see a side of Jasper that he rarely exposes:

"Your disobedience will only lead to punishment," Jasper moaned out as I continued to attack his neck, inciting groans from Jasper that went straight to my cock. "I'm starting to think you want to be punished, Edward."

"Hmm," I moaned against his jaw, working my way to his lips.

"I doubt you'll be moaning when I punish you," Jasper whispered out.

"I might," my lips captured his, softly.

Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I moaned into the kiss as my warm tongue brushed against his cool sweet tongue. Jasper's hands went into my hair, tugging me closer to him. Breaking apart, I looked down at Jasper, who had his eyes closed with a light smile on his lips.

Happiness swam though me. Being like this with him almost made me forget the way things were between us and the life he was making me live. Jasper's eyes opened slowly, taking in my face with his darkening eyes. His hand reached up and stroked my cheek softly.

"You, my pet, are in trouble," he smiled devilishly at me. "Let's find out just how much you'll enjoy this."

This is a WIP, with a dark Jasper. Check it out, you won’t be sorry!
The summary is: In a world of violence, where humans are food and pets, can a special pet become the love of a certain Major?

My next story will come as a surprise to those who know me well as it is a het story. I’m a total slash shipper, but this story grabbed me from the beginning and now I’m hooked. Many of you are probably familiar with this author from her amazing story, Emancipation Proclamation. This story is the polar opposite to that and what an enjoyable story it is. Pinky Swear by kharizzmatik is such a well-written story, full of love and laughs. I've not laughed this much from a fic in quite a while, yet at the same time my heart is breaking for both Edward and Bella.

Bella Swan and Edward Cullen were best friends whose friendship turned into a relationship that was wonderful until an unfortunate incident pushes them in a downward spiral causing the relationship to end. Now, Edward is getting married and Bella is back in town for the wedding. When she realizes that she still loves Edward and wants him back, hilarity, in the form of Jacob Black, ensues. Bella’s antics while trying to get Edward back made me laugh out loud and Jacob just brings comedic relief to the backdrop of angst.

Here’s an example of Bella’s fire and spirit:

She was marrying my Edward. Barring a miracle I pulled out of my bow-covered ass within the next week, she was going to become Mrs. Edward Cullen. This woman, who had only known him three months, who didn't take any interest in the things he liked, who didn't even celebrate his birthday, was going to take him away from me.

Me, who had been there every step of the way, who knew him inside and out...

Who loved him.

Watching her try on dresses, I broke, the last little threads keeping me grounded in sanity snapping one by one. By the time we walked out the front door of that dress shop, I wasn't the same considerate, hopeful woman I had been walking in. I was jaded. I was angry. I was hurt. I was jealous. I was desperate...

I'd reached the end of my rope.

And her despair:

The black velvet ring box sat on the corner of the desk, taunting me. I tried to avoid looking at it as I scribbled my latest review out on a piece of notebook paper, but my eyes were drawn to it every few minutes.

After a while I picked it up, unable to stand it, and pulled the ring out of the box. Logic washed away as I stared at it, a lifetime of repressed dreams rushing through me. Laying down in bed, I slipped the gold band onto my left ring finger.

The diamond shimmered as the sunlight from the window hit it, and I smiled. I was never one for jewelry, but it looked good on my hand. It felt right, like it belonged there.

I lay there and stared at it as tears flooded my eyes. He loved me, but it didn't matter. It didn't change anything. In a few days, the ring would be on her finger.

This is a WIP and totally worth taking the time to read.

The summary is: Bella always knew she loved her best friend, but it isn't until she finds out he's engaged that she remembers just how much. How far will she go to make him see he's marrying the wrong woman? A story about finding your heart and losing your head.