BANNER AND FIC TEASE: On Edge by GossipLips (@GossipLips1)

So I started posting a little dirty drabblefic call On Edge.

Summary: Without an end in sight, Bella struggles with her raging hormones during a dry spell. Bossward/Employeella Lemon with some minor plot. ExB / AH / Drabble fic

Rated: M 

(Chapter 1 Tease)


I sat in my cubicle and did all I could to stop myself. But I was weak, and my desire was strong.

I pulled my chair closer to my desk, and casually looked around to make sure the coast was clear before slipping my hand underneath my skirt.

At first touch, I was soaked and it was his fault. I felt my face burn scarlet as I worked my clit, biting my lip to keep from moaning out loud in the office. I closed my eyes and pictured that my hands were his.

Not even two minutes and I was coming like a champ.

Not even thirty seconds later-while coming down from my high, face flushed, and breath shallow- he walked up and stood directly behind me, hand still up my skirt.

I froze.

"May I see you in my office Ms. Swan?"

Fuck.

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STORY REC HIGHLIGHT: Chop and Change by KrazyK85

I read this fic earlier last week and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it! I'm dying for an update and to tide me over, I made this fan banner

(manip not mine!)

Chop and Change
By KrazyK85

Summary:

While trying to steal his car, runaway, Bella, meets Edward. A man with his own vices and rap sheet. Taking her under his wing, teaching her the way to truly boost cars, they embark on a journey of crime fitting of Bonnie and Clyde. ExB, Lemons, Violence, Guns, and Fun. HEA. BPOV.

GossipLips' Review: 

This fic hooked me with the first chapter and once I started reading I couldn't stop. I needed more. Thank GOD KrazyK has 35 chapters already posted! I asked and she said she tries to update every Friday so *fingers crossed* 

Bella is a runaway trying to get away from an unloving household, and with only a few hundred dollars to keep her afloat, she turns to the life of crime. Her first foray into the crime-world proves that she may not be cut out for it, considering she gets caught by the car owner, Edward. 

Read the tease and I'll guarantee you'll want to read more!

(Tease)

BPOV

I'd seen this done once or twice in my life. Mostly, from movies, but I didn't think it would be that difficult. You took a hanger, slid it in between the door and the window, and after a minute of jiggling it a bit, the door was supposed to unlock.

No such luck.

The lock wasn't budging. It was pointless. I wasn't a car thief. I was a runaway who was way in over her head.

I needed money. I needed a place to sleep. I needed food. I needed a lot, come to think of it.

What's sad was that not too long ago those needs of mine were often met. They weren't even a thought. They were just there because I had a home once.

Not anymore.

I couldn't go back. Renee didn't care about me. All she wanted was Phil—her sack of shit husband who wanted to fondle his stepdaughter.

No such luck.

"Shit," I cursed as my hand slipped and the metal wire went jamming into my palm.

I glanced around in a panic, assuming that I'd been caught. Wouldn't that be perfect? Two minutes into the car-jacking business and I get pinched.

The streets were quiet, and no one was around. The coast was clear for now.

Refocusing my attention at the task at hand, I jimmied that damn hanger deeper into the slit, forcefully and desperately trying to get this damn car unlocked.

Then there was a click. It was faint, but I heard it. I held my breath and eased my hand down, slowly lifting the door handle up.

It opened. I was in.

"Fuck yeah," I said, slipping into the driver's seat, searching for the keys.

Again, movies lied.

Accepting the fact that I was going to have to do this the hard way, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my screwdriver.

I wedged it in the crack of the steering wheel and pried the plastic away, exposing the wires.

My brows furrowed as I tried to remember how to proceed from here.

Damn, why did I tell Jake I could do this?

It was such an obvious lie. You could just look at me and know for a fact that I was full of shit. I had spunk, though. I guess that was important. I didn't take shit from anyone, and I was willing to fight.

Huffing and puffing, I fingered the blue and red wires, trying to figure what the hell to do with them, and plot my next move if this shit went south. That was when I heard the click—no, not a click, a cocking. It was a cocking of a gun, and it was two inches from my left ear.

I froze.

Yup, this was it. This was how I was going to die.

"Who in the fuck are you? Why in the fuck are you stealing my car?"

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-Anna 

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Banner and Fic Tease: 3 A.M.

Summary: It's going to take more than dreaming to get what Bella wants.
Rated M, 18 only please. E/B AH/AU


I made this banner for my fic, 3 A.M. It's listed as completed, however I'll be expanding it to a multichapter fic once I get Risky Business completed. 

(TEASER)

I stood outside on my balcony that was connected to my apartment bedroom completely stark of clothing. Luckily for me, it was three am in this scorching heat wave Seattle was experiencing. Why was I nude and standing outside where the world could see me in all my glory? During the night, the air conditioner went out and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. Good for nothing piece of-

I stopped my train of thought when I heard a pounding at my door. Surprised, I quickly gathered my robe off the silk clad bed sheets and put it on. I was irritated. Just as I felt a breeze coming, somebody had to knock on my door and ruin it.

I unlocked the bottom lock and open the door, ready to bite the infuriating person's head off. When I saw who it was, my jaw hit the floor. The person I saw standing there was defiantly not who I had pictured to be here.

"Edward? What you doing here?" I questioned, vaguely aware of the closeness between he and I.

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Banner for Plan B

I was approached by Missus T to create a banner for her Fandom4TwiFanG submission, Plan B. It's a prequel/outtake to her story Accidentally in Love, which started out as an entry in Twilight of Craigslist One-Shot Contest. She has since then expanded it into a multi-chapter story posted over at FF.net. 

How you can get involved in this cause:


If you'd like to receive this awesome compilation of one-shots, outtakes, original fiction, poetry, and futuretakes from your favorite fic authors, all you need to do is donate a minimum of $5 USD to http://www.alz.org/join_the_cause_donate.asp . Once you've received a confirmation email from the site, email (Fandom4TwiFanG@gmail.com) us the receipt along with your email address where you'd like the compilation sent and you're done!

You can also help by just simply retweeting and spreading the word! This fandom can accomplish great things!

*If you are located in another country, you can donate to your local Alzheimer's cause as well ;)


Now, I present you an except from Missus T herself,

Plan B: Rating T

Summary: Lying to your mother is never a good idea. Lying about being engaged is crazy, so is the plan they came up so she wouldn't find out.  Edward (&Garrett) BROMANCE - Not slash.


(Tease)

“Let’s think about this.” Garrett scrubbed his hands over his face. “You need to meet a woman who’s willing to get engaged almost immediately...Bottom line, Edward?” He sipped his beer and sat it down hard on the coffee table.

I nodded. We were at the point where I had little choice between coming clean with my mother and, oh, I don’t know, killing myself before she cut off my nuts for lying to her.

“I think you might need to pay someone to be your fiancée.”

“What?” I sputtered, my beer spraying a little. “You mean, like a prostitute?”

“No, fuck, no. You’re not taking a prostitute home to your parent’s swanky beach house in the Hamptons. I think you’re gonna have to advertise.”

“And exactly where do I put up an ad asking some stranger to pretend to be engaged to me and meet my crazy family?”

“Um, Craigslist, dumbass. You can advertise for anything on there. Well, except for body parts. I think they learned from eBay that there has to be a no go policy on that shit.”

“Are you kidding me, this is your plan B? You can’t advertise on there for a woman. Don’t you remember the Craigslist killer? What kind of person answers a personal ad from Craigslist? What’s plan C, genius?”

“What kind of person answers a personal ad from Craigslist?” he mimicked as he put his beer on the coffee table and stood. “I don’t know, what a kind of douchebag tells his mother he’s bringing home a fiancée when he hasn’t been on a fucking date in six months? Oh wait, you do. Also, there is no plan C, this is all I can come up with.”

“You suck.”

“You would know,” he called over his shoulder as he headed down the hall towards my bathroom.

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