<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140</id><updated>2011-08-19T06:27:55.011-07:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Benson Hall'/><category term='Blessing in Disguise'/><category term='Author Auction'/><category term='Edward/Bella'/><category term='Jaspers Darlin&apos;s'/><category term='O/S'/><category term='March out of the Madness'/><category term='Fan fiction'/><category term='Eyes Wide Shut'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Against All Odds'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category term='Round Mound of a Beehound Contest'/><category term='Playlists'/><category term='Twisted Minds Think Alike'/><category term='Unbreakable Road'/><category term='Recommendations'/><category term='My Daughter&apos;s Best Friend'/><category term='Les Femmes de Twilight'/><category term='Obsessions'/><category term='Contests'/><category term='Haunted'/><category term='Banners'/><category term='Previews'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='Articles'/><category term='Whitlock and Son'/><category term='gifs'/><category term='Coming up'/><title type='text'>Because I'm Just Another Twilight Fangirl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-1441818778727744773</id><published>2011-02-01T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:46:33.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benson Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifs'/><title type='text'>We heart gifs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been working on a lot of things lately and one of those things is gifs. I'm totally addicted. Here are a few I've made in the last couple of weeks and hope to post more at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting a lot of questions about my fics lately, and I do plan to finish at the very least, Benson Hall. It will most likely be a rewrite. The story itself is pure love, but after reading it, I've realized it can be improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so much a Jasper girl anymore and won't be starting any new J/B's. However, I may end up with something new at some point. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fightclubimage.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/fightclubimage.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/?action=view&amp;amp;current=caro.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/caro.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brodyavi.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/brodyavi.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mena2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/mena2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/?action=view&amp;amp;current=aliceinwonderland.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/aliceinwonderland.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/?action=view&amp;amp;current=remembermegif.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/remembermegif.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mysocalledgif1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r43/keirashere22/mysocalledgif1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-1441818778727744773?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1441818778727744773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=1441818778727744773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1441818778727744773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1441818778727744773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-heart-gifs.html' title='We heart gifs'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-5810674112020178208</id><published>2010-07-19T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:46:09.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RP, writing, and other bullshit</title><content type='html'>So, I never use my blog to rant. I'm the type of person that holds it all in, or goes to a friend, but lately I'm not even sure who those people are anymore. At least not in my OL life, which I'm not sure I even want anymore aside from writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that I've been role playing Twilight. It's been... great for the most part, but it's started to weigh me down. The drama and the bullshit that comes along with it has become too much, so I've decided to take time away from it, aside for a my secret account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have more time to write. I've been so slack on my updates. It's unsettling for me and I hate to let my readers down. If I were being published, I would be the publishing companies worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Benson Hall will update sometime in the next few days and Eyes Wide Shut will come after I get my daughters ostentatious swing set together. It's taking a lot longer than I expected. Never order one. Have someone build it. I'm sure it's much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just felt like writing something here or anywhere really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-5810674112020178208?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/5810674112020178208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=5810674112020178208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/5810674112020178208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/5810674112020178208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/07/rp-writing-and-other-bullshit.html' title='RP, writing, and other bullshit'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-7178977912009933211</id><published>2010-06-28T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:42:07.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyes Wide Shut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward/Bella'/><title type='text'>Eyes Wide Shut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/TCl4xzDXbYI/AAAAAAAABQA/U5cceZFLjW4/s1600/ewsbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/TCl4xzDXbYI/AAAAAAAABQA/U5cceZFLjW4/s320/ewsbanner.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I said I would never write an Edward/Bella fic. I lied. I have a new story. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6053733/1/Eyes_Wide_Shut"&gt;Eyes Wide Shut&lt;/a&gt; and is based on true events.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summary:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"No one ever said love was easy, Bella." "No, but I never thought it could hurt this much." Bella and Edward meet through a mutual friend and before long become friends themselves. Eventually all canon/AH/Angsty Rated M for language and lemons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Hope you all will check it out and give it a chance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;K &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-7178977912009933211?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6053733/1/Eyes_Wide_Shut' title='Eyes Wide Shut'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7178977912009933211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=7178977912009933211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/7178977912009933211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/7178977912009933211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/06/eyes-wide-shut.html' title='Eyes Wide Shut'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/TCl4xzDXbYI/AAAAAAAABQA/U5cceZFLjW4/s72-c/ewsbanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-6942277365334684495</id><published>2010-05-22T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:57:26.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benson Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><title type='text'>Bout Time!</title><content type='html'>I have updated Benson Hall, chickies! It is on FFn. You can also find it here, under the Benson Hall tab at the top of the page. I apologize for the wait. Sometimes life grabs us by the balls (not that I have any, butchya know) and we need to take a step back. I promise not to let it happen again. Benson is my baby and WILL be finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-6942277365334684495?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6942277365334684495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=6942277365334684495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/6942277365334684495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/6942277365334684495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/05/bout-time.html' title='Bout Time!'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-5522746547163788372</id><published>2010-02-26T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:54:30.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Let's Talk Reviews</title><content type='html'>*Sigh* I will never understand how a non-author can say anything about a writers work. The truth is, if you don't write we don't want you to tell us how awful our grammar is. Writing is a process. It is not learned over night. Most fan fiction authors do it for fun and we should be applauding them for putting themselves out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never left a bad review. I have never pointed out a grammar mistake. I have never called a beta out in an authors review. Why? Because, if I liked it enough to keep reading, then how bad could it have been? I didn't pay to read the story and if I don't like it then I simply don't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been reviews that have made me want to pull stories. We are real people, with real lives. We don't have paid editors. Our beta's, if we are lucky enough to have one, work for free. When you knock an author for the small things or leave a review that simply says you hate their story, you take the fun out of writing for them. In my opinion people who leave bad reviews are people who can't or refuse to write. If they could or would then they would know and understand how it could hurt the creative process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read and love every single review I receive. I try to reply, but that doesn't always happen. That doesn't mean I don't appreciate my readers. I DO write for myself and share my stories because I love them. I don't write for praise or popularity. I don't need it. Frankly, I rather post on a site that doesn't allow comments. That way the process is enjoyable for all.&lt;br /&gt;Fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-5522746547163788372?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/5522746547163788372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=5522746547163788372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/5522746547163788372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/5522746547163788372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-talk-reviews.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk Reviews'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-7921828575494404680</id><published>2010-02-17T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:10:22.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Against All Odds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benson Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March out of the Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted'/><title type='text'>Update Fail # Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been pretty blocked for the last week. Update pressure has gotten to me and because of that I'm having trouble finding my words. I've told myself that today I'm going to sit down and write for at least an hour, but we'll see. All of my chapters are started and outlined, so hopefully by Monday everything will update. I'm starting with Benson Hall because it's been almost two weeks. Don't hate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I sat down at the computer this morning and started watching videos, hoping to get inspired. I did get inspired... somewhat, but unfortunately the inspiration wasn't for any of my stories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Youtube never fails at providing something fascinating and addictive. Today my obsessions are Chloe Lattanzi &amp;amp; Peter Facinelli, or rather, Van Ray from Fast Lane. Odd combination... I know, but check it out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w-3AqlN1OUM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w-3AqlN1OUM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7hE5Mlqmao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7hE5Mlqmao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who giggled when the judge told her she was most comfortable down on her knees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this by Ms. Chloe... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miQr4RoQ2j4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miQr4RoQ2j4 &lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;--- because she doesn't share :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I am somewhere between loving her and hating her, but I am definitely fascinated. Mr. Saint said I should use her as my Bella for one of my darker stories. Hmmm... thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Wednesday, writing, and living!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-7921828575494404680?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7921828575494404680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=7921828575494404680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/7921828575494404680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/7921828575494404680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-fail-deux.html' title='Update Fail # Deux'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-1490199376327217275</id><published>2010-02-13T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:52:11.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><title type='text'>Dear Reader</title><content type='html'>There have been a lot of stories removed off of FFn as of late, whether it be for personal reasons or because they have been reported. I won't be pulling my stories, but if for some reason I get notice from FFn that I have to take them down I will be putting them back up on FanFictionFrenzy.com &amp;amp; twcslibrary.com. I will also be posting here, on my personal blog. From now on each chapter I post will post here first! I hope to have all previous stories and chapters added here by Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I hate that all of this is happening &amp;amp; definitely don't agree with it, I signed the FFn TOS agreement and I am breaking the rules, so if it happens I won't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sicker note, these fuckers are adding to the problem. Click &lt;a href="http://literateunion.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see what the literate union is all about &amp;amp; click &lt;a href="http://forum.fanfiction.net/topic/61196/22431580/1/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see a list of stories that they want taken off of FFn. They are a group of proud flamers, who for some reason have made it their mission to have these stories removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3dyqZCm3WI/AAAAAAAAA1o/chyEw9gj8LI/s1600-h/fuck_you_because_i_loved_you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3dyqZCm3WI/AAAAAAAAA1o/chyEw9gj8LI/s320/fuck_you_because_i_loved_you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-1490199376327217275?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1490199376327217275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=1490199376327217275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1490199376327217275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1490199376327217275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-reader.html' title='Dear Reader'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3dyqZCm3WI/AAAAAAAAA1o/chyEw9gj8LI/s72-c/fuck_you_because_i_loved_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-7880692418774289520</id><published>2010-02-12T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:03:19.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessing in Disguise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banners'/><title type='text'>Blessing in Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3YINnD_dOI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Dv4roalx9Nw/s1600-h/Blessing+in+disguise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3YINnD_dOI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Dv4roalx9Nw/s400/Blessing+in+disguise.jpg" width="352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should so be writing, but I just can't stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-7880692418774289520?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7880692418774289520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=7880692418774289520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/7880692418774289520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/7880692418774289520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/02/blessing-in-disguise.html' title='Blessing in Disguise'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3YINnD_dOI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Dv4roalx9Nw/s72-c/Blessing+in+disguise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-3443669697929203685</id><published>2010-02-12T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:55:32.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted'/><title type='text'>Haunted</title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah, yeah... another banner. Last one. Well, today anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3WyE2wgd7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/0az4E-roKkU/s1600-h/HauntedBanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3WyE2wgd7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/0az4E-roKkU/s320/HauntedBanner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-3443669697929203685?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/3443669697929203685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=3443669697929203685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/3443669697929203685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/3443669697929203685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/02/haunted.html' title='Haunted'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3WyE2wgd7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/0az4E-roKkU/s72-c/HauntedBanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-8037165448693619336</id><published>2010-02-12T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:40:59.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twisted Minds Think Alike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March out of the Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banners'/><title type='text'>March out of the Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3WEHMwoPAI/AAAAAAAAA0o/OgR7FhTyTy8/s1600-h/MOOTM3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3WEHMwoPAI/AAAAAAAAA0o/OgR7FhTyTy8/s320/MOOTM3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3WEI1MAQmI/AAAAAAAAA0w/q9QW4mhBmYI/s1600-h/MOOTM4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3WEI1MAQmI/AAAAAAAAA0w/q9QW4mhBmYI/s320/MOOTM4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3WELKxCRUI/AAAAAAAAA04/AKtU8Tq0Df4/s1600-h/MOOTM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3WELKxCRUI/AAAAAAAAA04/AKtU8Tq0Df4/s320/MOOTM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I said it yesterday &amp;amp; I'll say it again... I am no banner maker, but I have had fun playing around with Gimp &amp;amp; would try to hook you up if you needed one. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are for my collab with Jaspers Sex Kitten. You can find us under the user name Twisted Minds Think Alike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-8037165448693619336?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8037165448693619336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=8037165448693619336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/8037165448693619336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/8037165448693619336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/02/march-out-of-madness.html' title='March out of the Madness'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3WEHMwoPAI/AAAAAAAAA0o/OgR7FhTyTy8/s72-c/MOOTM3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-1303156500675191537</id><published>2010-02-11T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:58:48.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benson Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banners'/><title type='text'>Benson Hall Banners</title><content type='html'>I am by no means a banner maker, but I did put these together while playing around on Gimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3SLLj6tcCI/AAAAAAAAAzY/bngUACoRR3k/s1600-h/BensonHallBanner2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3SLLj6tcCI/AAAAAAAAAzY/bngUACoRR3k/s400/BensonHallBanner2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3SLJ1kD3cI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/m1yHwRWlEMI/s1600-h/bensonbanner2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3SLJ1kD3cI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/m1yHwRWlEMI/s400/bensonbanner2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-1303156500675191537?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1303156500675191537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=1303156500675191537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1303156500675191537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1303156500675191537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/02/benson-hall-banners.html' title='Benson Hall Banners'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3SLLj6tcCI/AAAAAAAAAzY/bngUACoRR3k/s72-c/BensonHallBanner2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-5046322804540635755</id><published>2010-02-09T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:31:28.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Against All Odds'/><title type='text'>Against All Odds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3H7foqZFHI/AAAAAAAAAxI/RGoHO526yYo/s1600-h/against+all+odds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3H7foqZFHI/AAAAAAAAAxI/RGoHO526yYo/s400/against+all+odds.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Hello! Hello! I just posted Chapter 2 of Against All Odds and thought it was about time I gave you all a glimpse at who my Leah and Bella are. I may eventually do a blog for this story, but I'm not sure yet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Leah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3H8GSyrNbI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/IqELbumH-zo/s1600-h/leah3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3H8GSyrNbI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/IqELbumH-zo/s320/leah3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3H9pV36_LI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bAr5BlQnV_g/s1600-h/katie++cassidy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3H9pV36_LI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bAr5BlQnV_g/s320/katie++cassidy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3H9og-PaOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/qgo8uVb-uSo/s1600-h/Katie-Cassidy-1257809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3H9og-PaOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/qgo8uVb-uSo/s320/Katie-Cassidy-1257809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Leah is a model I found while doing a search. Wish I could put a name with the face, but sadly, I can't. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Bella is Katie Cassidy. She is normally blonde, but I prefer her as a brunette as brunette. I chose the last picture because I think it's a little more Bellaesque.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-5046322804540635755?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/5046322804540635755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=5046322804540635755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/5046322804540635755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/5046322804540635755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/02/against-all-odds.html' title='Against All Odds'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S3H7foqZFHI/AAAAAAAAAxI/RGoHO526yYo/s72-c/against+all+odds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-3427692062523647942</id><published>2010-02-05T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T12:53:53.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Against All Odds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benson Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March out of the Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted'/><title type='text'>New Stories Posted on FFn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S2yB9Qd42kI/AAAAAAAAAvw/6LoQbs99a8M/s1600-h/against+all+odds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S2yB9Qd42kI/AAAAAAAAAvw/6LoQbs99a8M/s400/against+all+odds.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*le sigh* I've been so caught up with my other blog that I haven't had a chance to update this one and for that I apologize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have a few new fics posted in case you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against All Odds is &amp;nbsp;Bella/Leah imprint fic. It is rated M for smut as are most of my stories. Bella does start out with Edward and they are very much in love, so it's pretty angsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted is a Jasper/Bella &amp;amp; is extremely DARK! Rated M for multiple reason. Jasper and Bella were both left by the Cullen's after Bella's 18th birthday party. Both broken and torn, Jasper goes reverts back to old ways, Bella gained some new bad habits. Set 3 years after the birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March out of the Madness is a collab with Jaspers Sex Kitten and is posted under the author name Twisted Minds Think Alike. It is a Em/B very DARK! It was written for the Darkside contest and will eventually be a multi chapter story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benson Hall is the J/B Geeksper I blogged about a few weeks ago. It is now a multi fic and 6 chapters in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of these stories and won't abandon any of them, but I ask that you are patient with updates as I have these stories, a daughter, a husband, a home, 2 dogs, 3 blogs, and 4 girls I beta for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-3427692062523647942?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/3427692062523647942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=3427692062523647942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/3427692062523647942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/3427692062523647942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-stories-posted-on-ffn.html' title='New Stories Posted on FFn'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/S2yB9Qd42kI/AAAAAAAAAvw/6LoQbs99a8M/s72-c/against+all+odds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-1726340763832311533</id><published>2010-01-11T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:08:55.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benson Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O/S'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Femmes de Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whitlock and Son'/><title type='text'>Whitlock and Son by MaitresseSaint &amp; MommyBrook</title><content type='html'>Hello again! MommyBrook and I are writing a Jasper/Kate o/s. It was originally written for the Les Femmes blog as a short because we didn't have a story to rec, but turned into something more. Here's the first 2400 words that were posted on Les Femmes yesterday. The rest will go up on FFn later this week. Enjoy...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Whitlock and Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I sat, staring at the computer screen trying to come up with a plan of action. I had a big meeting today and I knew if I fucked it up my dad was going to be pissed. I heard the door to my office creak open. I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Her scent was intoxicating, yet, infuriating at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(230, 230, 230); line-height: 20px; font-family:Calibri;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Good morning, Kate.” I said, not breaking eye contact with the bright blue screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Mr. Whitlock,” she purred, flattening her palms against the edge of my desk. I shifted my gaze to her and was visually attacked by her cleavage that no doubt was pronounced by the way she was positioned. I willed myself to look away, but instead my mind was assaulted with fantasies of what I could do to her if she bent over just an inch more. I pictured raising her black flowing skirt over her hips to expose her bare, white ass, and slapping it lightly. I could almost hear the moan that would escape her lips as I dipped my long fingers into her waiting pussy… so fucking wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Jasper,” she called, bringing me out of my thoughts. I shook my head back and forth with force, trying to rid the images that were etched into the darkness behind my eyes. I turned my head and began to focus on the screen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Did you need something, Kate?” I practically spat the words out of my mouth, but fuck, she got to me every time she was near. She knew what she was doing, taunting me with her pouty lips and long legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Those fuckers are downright sexy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I thought, almost getting myself caught up in another day dream, but it was the truth. Kate had legs that went for miles; she knew I liked them too. It had only been three months since I took my father’s job offer, but I was already ready to quit. I was driving myself insane watching her. Day in and day out I would see different men come and go. I wanted to be one of those men. To just feel myself buried inside of her once would be worth the uproar that my leaving Whitlock and Son’s would cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“You’re father would like to see you in his office before you head to your meeting.” She said quickly, annoyed by the lack of attention. In my peripheral vision I could see her shift away from my desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Tell him I’ll be right there.” My tone was flat and dismissive. I knew she would be leaving my office any second, so I risked one more glance at her before she could go. She sashayed her way out of the door in front of me. I watched her pert ass the entire way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fuck, I’m screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Jasper, do you think you’re actually going to be able to pull this off or do I need to take this case for you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We had a meeting with our most important clients, Carlisle and Edward Cullen; father and son duo that built a multi-million dollar corporation from the ground up, all surrounding one thing- real estate. Their company focused on buying houses that were in less-than-suitable conditions then flipped them, making an awesome amount of profit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When the economy tanked, and the real estate market went to hell, so did their stock options. That was when they came to us- Whitlock and Son’s Advertising Agency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The best advertising agency on the west side of the Mississippi River; where I was the second-in-command, next to my father. He taught me everything I knew about making things sell, even if the product was complete shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Of course, this product wasn’t complete shit; people just weren’t buying houses in this market which was completely beyond me. It seemed to be the perfect time to invest in real estate, but nobody asked my opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fucking politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was able to come up with an amazing campaign for their company, especially given the time restraints I was under, yet, here my father is, questioning my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jonathan’s tone had me seeing a haze of red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes, I call him Jonathan, not Dad. Truthfully, he never really acted like a dad, so why would I call him that? He always seemed more comfortable with it anyway, so I never questioned it; that was just the way it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I couldn’t help the venom that laced my tone when I answered his question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Why the fuck would you need to do this case for me? I’m certain that my work more than proves that I am capable to handle this, without any help from you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I just couldn’t help being offended. How was I supposed to take a question like that? It was fairly condescending, and I had done nothing to prove that I couldn’t handle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jonathan’s face crinkled into a tight grimace and I knew my words had struck a note with him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Jesus, Jasper, I was just fucking checking. You don’t have to throw a damn hissy fit, although, we all know how very good you are at that. I don’t think I need to remind you how important these clients are and what this would do for our name if we landed the case. I just wanted to make sure you were prepared.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I ran a hand through my disheveled hair, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt for being so harsh with the man who had brought me to where I was. I was quite successful for a 27-year-old man, never really wanting for anything. Well, nothing except for the luscious legs of a certain blonde bombshell wrapped tightly around my waist as I thrust wildly into her up against the door of my office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I looked up at Jonathan with a look of remorse and he grinned at me, knowing what my look was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“It’s all right, Jazz. I know you’re under a lot of stress with this. Let’s just put it behind us and go give it everything we’ve got, okay? Would you mind telling Kate to join us in the conference room, so she can get things set up and serve drinks and such?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When her name was mentioned my stomach clenched and my dick actually fucking twitched. What the hell was that? I know I’ve got it bad for the girl… no, she wasn’t a girl; she was all women and I wanted to know her in every intimate way a man knew a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I must’ve taken way too long to answer, because Jonathan waved his rather large arm in front of my face to gain my attention. When I chanced a peek at him he had a smirk on his lips that honestly made me want to smack it right off. Dammit, now he knew for certain that my mind was engaged elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Hey, welcome back. Are you going to speak with Kate, or do I need to take care of that, spacey?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I tried to force an angry face at him, but honestly, I really couldn’t. I had been lost in my own inter musing and we both knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Nope, I got this. See you in there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He grabbed my shoulder, in what I’m sure was supposed to be a reassuring gesture, but honestly only pissed me off further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Good luck, son. I know you’ll do a great job.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I shook off his hold on me and walked out, mumbling my appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Kate was seated at her desk, her beautiful legs crossed in such a sinful way; I had to bite back the groan that wanted to creep out at that glorious sight. I was fairly certain those legs would be the utter death of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She must’ve noticed my gaze because she audibly cleared her throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jesus, I was going to have to snap out of it if I was planning on landing this gig. Too much was at stake for the company, and I suddenly felt the heavy burden sitting squarely on my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My meeting with the Cullen’s went well. The old man, Carlisle, was kind which helped to alleviate some of my nervousness. The son, Edward, appeared to be around my age. He didn’t talk much, but when he did he was all business. It didn’t escape my attention that his gaze kept shifting to Kate and hers to him. I made a mental note to talk to her about her conduct later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;By the time I had finished delivering my pitch I was overflowing with confidence, and even though I knew I wouldn’t be getting an immediate answer, I also knew that I had nailed it. When the meeting came to a close both men stood and shook my hand. Carlisle thanked me for my time and said he’d be in touch soon. I was getting ready to walk out of the door when my father called my name to get my attention. I turned around, only for him to nod with a meek smile in my direction; he was telling me I had done well. Man’s never been great at verbal communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I reached my office and plopped down in my seat with a ‘humph’. The day was wearing on me before the meeting, but after I was exhausted. There was still a lot of work that had to be done, but it was going to have to wait. I lay my head down on my desk and a few minutes later I heard voices outside of my door. I picked my head up and through the blinds I could make out that it was Kate and Edward. My inner demon roared as I saw him pull out his cell. I rolled the chair back away from the desk and got up. I pressed my ear firmly to the door, trying to hear what they were saying- nothing but a bunch of damn giggles. I threw the door open and by the small smile on Kate’s face I could tell she wasn’t surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Can I see you in my office for a minute?” I asked her as calmly as I could manage, nodding my head as a polite, excuse me gesture towards Edward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Sure thing, Mr. Whitlock. I’ll be right there.” She smiled at me before turning back to Edward. I was relieved to see her address me with respect in front of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I walked back into my office, but didn’t shut the door. There were some papers that I needed to file on my desk and thought it would be the perfect way to make myself look busy while I finished listening to what the pair had to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“It’s good to see you again, Kate.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“You, too. We should catch up sometime. I mean, if you want.” She said the last part quietly, almost too quietly. Kate wasn’t a shy girl, so what was it about this guy that had her acting so strange. Sure, he was good looking, but I’ve seen her with many attractive men before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“I’d like that. Here’s my number. Call me anytime.” I could hear the lust in his tone and I was sure Kate could too. I had seen him program her number in earlier, so there was no doubt in my mind that I’d be seeing him hanging around the office again sometime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There was some movement and then two quick ‘byes’. Kate walked into the room, her heels announcing her arrival before she could. I turned to her and rested my back against my file cabinet. She took a seat in one of the chairs at my desk and glared at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Kate, you are here to work, not socialize. If you want to pick up men, do it outside of this office,” I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“I didn’t do anything wrong. I was talking to a client that just so happens to be an old friend.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“An old friend, huh?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her, silently asking her to elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Yes.” She said and nodded in a matter of fact fashion. I wasn’t shocked that she didn’t say more; she wasn’t the air your dirty laundry type of girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Well reconnect on your own time,” I grumbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Why do you care?” She was still sitting there glaring at me. I was beginning to feel a tad bit self conscious under her gaze. I raised my hand and loosened my tie, hoping it would help me breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“I don’t.” It wasn’t a lie, just not entirely true. I didn’t care that she was talking to him, I cared that there was a possibility of him having her when I couldn’t even make a fucking move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Fine. I apologize if you think I did something wrong,” she said, getting up and heading for the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I moved quicker than I thought capable, shutting the door before she could walk out of it. She was standing in front of me with her back towards my chest and only inches away. I took a couple steps until my body was flush with hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“I wasn’t finished.” I whispered into her ear. She shivered as my breath ghosted across the side of her face. She tried to turn around, but I grasped her hip to hold her in place. Her chest visibly rose with ever breath she took and from where I was standing, I was enjoying the view. I didn’t care about the consequences; I was done playing her fucking games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Do you know what you do to me?” My tone was harsh, but my voice low. I tightened my grip on her hip and pulled her into semi-hard erection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“What are you talking about?” she asked, grinding her beautiful round ass a little deeper into me. My cock was standing at full attention, straining painfully against the inside of my black trousers. I should have known she wouldn’t mind the attention. Kate fed off shit like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“The way you tease me. Don’t play with me, Kate. You know what I mean.” She giggled. Fucking giggled. I couldn’t bring myself to be angry because the sound was music to my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Are you going to tell me that you haven’t enjoyed watching me, Jasper?” she purred, laying her head back on my shoulder. I nuzzled my face in her hair, enjoying the smell of her sweet shampoo. She was all fucking woman, everything about her, her smell, her voice, her appearance; it all called to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;Also, I've turned Benson Hall into a multi chapter fic. It's J/B AH. If you haven't checked it out give it a try. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-1726340763832311533?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1726340763832311533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=1726340763832311533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1726340763832311533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1726340763832311533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/01/whitlock-and-son-by-maitressesaint.html' title='Whitlock and Son by MaitresseSaint &amp; MommyBrook'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-4064464916949979373</id><published>2010-01-02T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:05:26.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benson Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Sz98epig-eI/AAAAAAAAAgs/a0SCjN1k1x0/s1600-h/17005900.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Sz98epig-eI/AAAAAAAAAgs/a0SCjN1k1x0/s400/17005900.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422189342365907426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you guys know that yesterday I posted a new story. Benson Hall was written for a great friend of mine, but it also allowed to write something that I've been on the fence about, GEEKSPER! He is my favorite because he's all shy and awkward and real and I was afraid that I wouldn't do him justice. The response so far has been amazing, thanks to everyone who reviewed, alerted, and put me on your fav's. If you haven't checked it out, go take a look. :) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5630057/1/Benson_Hall"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5630057/1/Benson_Hall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is one chapter up now and I will add another next week. Whether I will continue past that is still up in the air, but there is love and will be lemons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-4064464916949979373?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/4064464916949979373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=4064464916949979373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/4064464916949979373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/4064464916949979373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2010/01/benson-hall.html' title='Benson Hall'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Sz98epig-eI/AAAAAAAAAgs/a0SCjN1k1x0/s72-c/17005900.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-2411424726183501472</id><published>2009-12-01T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:36:26.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessing in Disguise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Femmes de Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Round Mound of a Beehound Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Daughter&apos;s Best Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaspers Darlin&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Where the fuck is my update?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SxU3TTrHhUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sByXcVi2O2Q/s400/URoadBanner7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410291332193682754" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am currently working on the Unbreakable Road update. I know I'm all fail and shit lately, but I have a lot going on in my real life that I'm having to deal with and unfortunately that takes the front seat. I also have the Round Mound Contest that voting just went up for today, my Darlin's responsibilities, and Les Femmes de Twilight, so as you can see, as much as I would love to sit and write all day, I don't. Sorry for the late update, but it will be up this week! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SxU3TLsDcwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vaiVC18CxoY/s400/MDBF_5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410291330050126594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I also apologize for the lack of updates on MDBF as well. I will pick it back up as soon as URoad is over. I don't want to bog myself down and found myself becoming overwhelmed. I will also be turning Blessing in Disguise into a short multichapter, so be looking out for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SxU3T8DdDDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/6H2lZJouMKM/s400/AAA_Les_Femme_de_Twilight_banner_img_2_ZZ.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410291343033175090" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want to, no, have to say thank you to TishPhoenix and Kitty Cullen because if it wasn't for them I would be losing my mind! They are my co-bloggers on Les Femmes and I heart them so hard!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-2411424726183501472?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2411424726183501472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=2411424726183501472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/2411424726183501472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/2411424726183501472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-fuck-is-my-update.html' title='Where the fuck is my update?'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SxU3TTrHhUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sByXcVi2O2Q/s72-c/URoadBanner7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-4237730286617401877</id><published>2009-11-20T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:22:58.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Previews'/><title type='text'>Unbreakable Road Teaser #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Swcj_8ZMnKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5xNbwKcpRGU/s1600/UB_ROAD_1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Swcj_8ZMnKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5xNbwKcpRGU/s400/UB_ROAD_1-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406329459132112034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last chapter I promised you guys a smuttake if you were kind and reviewed. Well, I decided just to add a chapter in. So instead of 2 chapters + an epi, you get 3 + an epi. YAY!! Okay, so here's the teaser for chapter 42. Enjoy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jasper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;She soon starts to wiggle her cute little ass against my cock and I almost explode at the sensation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;“Take your pants off, Jasper.” She gives me a sexy smirk through the mirror as she speaks. Her hair is matted and her face and hands still have traces of the deer blood; she’s never looked more beautiful. Her bright crimson eyes bore into my amber ones, waiting for me to comply with her wishes. I slowly remove my hands from her body. I take my time undoing the button and zipper of my jeans before pulling them down and kicking them to the side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-4237730286617401877?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/4237730286617401877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=4237730286617401877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/4237730286617401877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/4237730286617401877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/11/unbreakable-road-teaser-11.html' title='Unbreakable Road Teaser #11'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Swcj_8ZMnKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5xNbwKcpRGU/s72-c/UB_ROAD_1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-5631066954311301708</id><published>2009-11-12T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:54:13.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Round Mound of a Beehound Contest'/><title type='text'>There's been a slight change of plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(157, 25, 97); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just a slight change of plans for the RMB contest! We will be posting your entries anonymously on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; fanfiction.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; (meaning under the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2120321/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;RMB profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;) in an effort to increase your reader volume/reviews! We will still be posting all entries to this blog as well, but voting will now take place on fanfiction.net. Your pen name will still be included in the header, and you're free to share the link to your fic with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;SO--you still need to send all entries to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:roundmoundcontest@gmail.com" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;roundmoundcontest@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;, and we will post your entry under the Round Mound profile. Please DO NOT post your entry to your own account until after winners have been announced. Once the winners are announced, feel free to post to your own and add to it if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Please email us with any questions. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;color:#674EA7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;color:#674EA7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2120321/Round_Mound_of_a_Beehound"&gt;Round Mound of a Beehound FanFiction page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-5631066954311301708?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/5631066954311301708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=5631066954311301708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/5631066954311301708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/5631066954311301708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-been-slight-change-of-plans.html' title='There&apos;s been a slight change of plans'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-8023385887190480174</id><published>2009-11-07T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:22:34.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coming up'/><title type='text'>Have you met my Eli?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've told everyone that I was thinking about doing a Unbreakable Road sequel and I still am... kinda. What would you guys think of instead of a sequel an Eli spin-off? Eli is my favorite character to write about right now and he has a lot of story left to tell. I have big plans for him coming up in URoad &amp;amp; I think it will work nicely into a new story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, here's a little eye candy. This is my Dr. Eli Cullen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXw8aE6sGI/AAAAAAAAANk/3LF2M3D-tE0/s320/eli1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401488248683540578" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXybMLGXWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_0d2-yFNWvE/s1600-h/Eli7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXybMLGXWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_0d2-yFNWvE/s320/Eli7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401489877038947682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXya-ts0NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IYiTJteRSd0/s1600-h/Eli6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXya-ts0NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IYiTJteRSd0/s320/Eli6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401489873425977554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXyajc_4_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/uugn4JnVzTc/s1600-h/Eli5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXyajc_4_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/uugn4JnVzTc/s320/Eli5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401489866108167154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXyaQkdbPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EI67kPDmx7I/s1600-h/Dr.Eli+Cullen.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXyaQkdbPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EI67kPDmx7I/s320/Dr.Eli+Cullen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401489861039189234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXw8wwfLiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eMcTc5ybO_E/s1600-h/Eli4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXw8wwfLiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eMcTc5ybO_E/s320/Eli4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401488254771867170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXw84YY-gI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SBSFXI9WLvw/s1600-h/eli3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXw84YY-gI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SBSFXI9WLvw/s320/eli3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401488256818280962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXw8mRkD-I/AAAAAAAAANs/hH5rKRvBye0/s1600-h/Eli2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXw8mRkD-I/AAAAAAAAANs/hH5rKRvBye0/s320/Eli2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401488251957809122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-8023385887190480174?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8023385887190480174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=8023385887190480174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/8023385887190480174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/8023385887190480174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/11/have-you-met-my-eli.html' title='Have you met my Eli?'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvXw8aE6sGI/AAAAAAAAANk/3LF2M3D-tE0/s72-c/eli1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-8775098920582813482</id><published>2009-11-04T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:53:49.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Previews'/><title type='text'>Unbreakable Road #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvHnWby8DbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-GT0mDpKFlI/s1600-h/UB_ROAD_1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvHnWby8DbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-GT0mDpKFlI/s320/UB_ROAD_1-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400351800798481842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Here is the teaser for chapter 40. This has not been beta'd yet; the wording may change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jasper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I’m not exactly sure what she wants me to say; she asked me to bite her! Now isn’t the time for us to have a discussion about it, so I turn to the others. Not paying attention to anyone’s expression I say, “I need to get Bella back to the house. I would like her to have some peace while undergoing the change. If any of you have something to say to me, I would appreciate you coming in one at a time.” I look up at Caius, “I would like to speak with either you or Felix first.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;He nods curtly before answering, “Of course.” I can feel the fear radiating off of him, and I can’t help but smirk. He should be afraid. I’m not at all happy about Bella being hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I turn to look at Jacob who is shaking from anger. I can’t help but wonder if it’s because it’ s his nature or if he’s actually pissed about what has happened. “Jacob, why don’t you go for a run? You can meet us back at the house later. Bella will be fine.” He gives me a skeptical look, “I promise, Jake, I’d never do anything to hurt her.” He scoffs at me, but takes off into the forest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-8775098920582813482?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8775098920582813482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=8775098920582813482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/8775098920582813482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/8775098920582813482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/11/unbreakable-road-10.html' title='Unbreakable Road #10'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SvHnWby8DbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-GT0mDpKFlI/s72-c/UB_ROAD_1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-284751189306439694</id><published>2009-11-01T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:57:46.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><title type='text'>Unbreakable Road #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Here's the teaser for Chapter 39 of URoad. It's short, I know, but I couldn't add anymore without giving too much away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Su1pVru6ofI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-L3r8-jG4No/s320/URoadBanner8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399087349524767218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;“I’m not apologizing! This is who I am. I am simply informing you that you don’t-“ He stops and looks around frantically, “There is another vampire here. Who is that?” He whispers almost too low for even my ears to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Felix and I look at each other and freeze. It takes me a minute to catch the scent, but when I do I immediately know it’s not only one vampire, but two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I guess what they say is true; older vampires really do have better senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;. I crouch down in front of Bella and answer Caius through clenched teeth, “That is Victoria. She has come for Bella.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-284751189306439694?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/284751189306439694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=284751189306439694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/284751189306439694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/284751189306439694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/11/unbreakable-road-11.html' title='Unbreakable Road #9'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Su1pVru6ofI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-L3r8-jG4No/s72-c/URoadBanner8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-6986024029110103885</id><published>2009-10-29T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:31:15.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Author Auction'/><title type='text'>Twilight Fandom Gives Back Author Auction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SunVhV3Zw1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/jkoStyQVlBM/s320/AAfandomgivesback.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 118px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398080397162169170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Take out your wallets ladies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kitty Cullen-03 and I are collaborating for the fandom gives back author auction!  We are offering a Jasper pairing (you choose who we pair him with) O/S, storyline will be your choice, and it will be a minimum, but not limited to 5,000 words. The auction starts at $25.00 &amp;amp; we are asking for a 30 day window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;If you are interested in taking part in the auction, you must register by FRIDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefandomgivesback.com/"&gt;www.thefandomgivesback.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-6986024029110103885?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6986024029110103885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=6986024029110103885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/6986024029110103885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/6986024029110103885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/twilight-fandom-gives-back-author.html' title='Twilight Fandom Gives Back Author Auction'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SunVhV3Zw1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/jkoStyQVlBM/s72-c/AAfandomgivesback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-3368500266876821501</id><published>2009-10-28T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:30:58.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><title type='text'>The Fandom Gives Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhKo6gJvkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/S_Z9rW4gw40/s1600-h/Twilight+Fandom+Gives+Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhKo6gJvkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/S_Z9rW4gw40/s320/Twilight+Fandom+Gives+Back.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397646220162874946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright all you Twihards, seeing as Peter Facinelli support's the cause, most of you have probably already heard of Alex's Lemonade Stand. Well, now it's your turn to give back! Ninapolitan, LolaShoes, and tby789 have put together "The Fandom Gives Back." Below, you will find more information on the cause and what you can do to get involved. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be an author auction held Nov. 15-20 (New Moon Week). I will be donating two o/s's. Each will contain the pairing and story line of the winning bidders choice. For more information on the auction check out &lt;a href="http://thefandomgivesback.com/"&gt;http://thefandomgivesback.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, fans, and followers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that every year over 200,000 children worldwide are diagnosed with a form of childhood cancer? We cannot ignore this shocking statistic impacting the youth of the world, and we certainly hope that you won’t either. We need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Nov. 15th, through Nov. 20th, you will have the opportunity to help in the fight against childhood cancer. We haven't set a monetary goal because we're firm in the belief that no matter what we set, you will surpass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running this virtual stand is the biggest challenge we have ever faced – the challenge of raising awareness of just how serious the epidemic of childhood cancer is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money raised will go to Alex’s Lemonade Stand Foundation for Childhood Cancer, a 501(c)3 public charity, to fund childhood cancer research projects. The mission of Alex’s Lemonade Stand Foundation is to raise funds and awareness of childhood cancer causes, primarily to support research into new cures and treatments; to encourage and educate others, especially children, to raise money for childhood cancer by holding their own lemonade stands; and to expedite the process of finding new cures and treatments, and bringing them to children with cancer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help support our efforts and this critically important cause by making a contribution through our virtual stand. You can make your donation online by visiting our Alex’s Lemonade Stand Foundation Fundraising page: Twilight Fandom Gives Back Donation Page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also help us by passing this message along to others who may be interested in visiting our virtual stand, or holding one of their own!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninapolitan, lolashoes &amp;amp; tby789&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina, Lola &amp;amp; Christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. you can find out more about Alex’s Lemonade Stand Foundation’s by visiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.AlexsLemonade.org&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thefandomgivesback.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers: Add a post to your site showing support for the cause, link the donation page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan Sites: Send out PM's to your members, or post your support on the main page for all to see. 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Word spreads fast thanks to Twitter!&lt;br /&gt;SHOW YOUR SUPPORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom Donation Avie&lt;br /&gt;FANDOM GIVES BACK CONTACT INFORMATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ficstersforalex@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to become an affiliate with the Fandom Gives Back, please email us at the above address and send a 100X35 affiliate button.&lt;br /&gt;THE FANDOM GIVES BACK TWITTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@FandomGivesBack&lt;br /&gt;@Ninapolitan&lt;br /&gt;@LolaShoes&lt;br /&gt;@tby789&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-3368500266876821501?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/3368500266876821501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=3368500266876821501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/3368500266876821501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/3368500266876821501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/fandom-gives-back.html' title='The Fandom Gives Back'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhKo6gJvkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/S_Z9rW4gw40/s72-c/Twilight+Fandom+Gives+Back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-400820565679859223</id><published>2009-10-27T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:58:44.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Daughter&apos;s Best Friend'/><title type='text'>Banners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Subb9bkpiMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/r7IezxL7Z0Y/s1600-h/URoadBanner8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Tish is also doing the graphics for Round Mound &amp;amp; I am so excited that she agreed to help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You Tish!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-400820565679859223?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/400820565679859223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=400820565679859223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/400820565679859223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/400820565679859223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-want-to-say-thanks-to.html' title='Banners'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Subb9bkpiMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/r7IezxL7Z0Y/s72-c/URoadBanner8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-1093979210029979825</id><published>2009-10-22T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:59:02.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><title type='text'>Unbreakable Road #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuCAt8npTYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6yhPsibPghs/s1600-h/URoadBanner5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuCAt8npTYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6yhPsibPghs/s320/URoadBanner5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395453880444734850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking flabbergasted at the response to the last chapter. Thank you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working on 38 now. My beta is on vacation &amp;amp; won't be home until Saturday, so I won't be posting until she gets back. Sorry, it's loyalty. :) I can't post without her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little teaser to hold you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I put on a pair of jeans and on old t-shirt. If we're going to be running through the forest, there’s no reason for me to get dolled up. I throw on my old chucks and run into the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth and throw back my hair. I race back down the stairs, half expecting Jasper to be waiting by the front door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;“I’m in the here, Bella.” He yells out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I walk into the kitchen and find him  fixing me something to eat. The last thing on my mind is food. I just want to get out of here and go join the rest of our family. “You really don’t have to do that, baby. We should probably get going.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;“You didn't eat dinner last night. Besides, you and I need to talk before we go anywhere.” He moves away from the stove and turns to rest his back against the counter. His eyes bore into mine; he’s silently pleading with me to give him something, anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-1093979210029979825?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1093979210029979825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=1093979210029979825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1093979210029979825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1093979210029979825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/unbreakable-road-8.html' title='Unbreakable Road #8'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuCAt8npTYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6yhPsibPghs/s72-c/URoadBanner5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-1710367889086815839</id><published>2009-10-19T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:34:11.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Round Mound of a Beehound Contest'/><title type='text'>"Round Mound of a Beehound" Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StzeEdU5bYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i__9gty9pGU/s1600-h/RMBBannerwithtext.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StzeEdU5bYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i__9gty9pGU/s320/RMBBannerwithtext.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394430621856132482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(157, 25, 97); line-height: 20px; font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Round Mound of a Beehound - Show Us Yours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;~A vagina euphemism crackfic contest~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Brought to you by: MaitresseStAndrie and Sparagus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Say What? (How this crack-ass contest came to be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;The idea of this crazy crackfic contest was conjured up by us, your lovely hostesses, one afternoon as MaitresseStAndrie was looking for a nice alternative for the female genitalia in the world of Fan Fiction. Becoming bored with words like “heated core” and “center” she went in search of something new, different, exciting. A list of euphemisms was stumbled upon, and sparagus said “I wonder how many you can use at once and still have it make sense”. The rest is history. We invite you to use as many euphemisms (with the exception of our “no no” words (listed below)) in a crackfic to entertain us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;IMPORTANT DATES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nov 1-Nov 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;: Entries will be accepted via email (RoundMoundContest@gmail.com) All entries must be received by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;11:59 EST, NOV 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dec 1-Dec 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;: PUBLIC VOTING/JUDGES DELIBERATIONS. Voting will be polled through comments given to each entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;*if we have a ton of entries, we may be doing two 3-day rounds of voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dec 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;: Winners Announced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;YOUR JUDGES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;coldplaywhore, kitty_cullen, mrsalreyami, and kikikinz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;WINNERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;1)Poll Winners: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;First Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;: Banner for a story of their choice, reviews for each chapter of each story they've written, &amp;amp; mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Second Place:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt; Contest winner banner &amp;amp; mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Third Place:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt; Contest winner banner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;2)Judge's Pick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt; (best fic based on plot line and how well-written fic is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;First Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;: Banner for a story of their choice &amp;amp; mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;3)Hostess Pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;: (greatest number of euphemisms used while still maintaining a plot line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;First Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;: Banner for a story of their choice &amp;amp; mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;All Winning Banners will be made by TishPhoenix and Clurrabella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;RULES AND GUIDLINES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;1) Word count 2,500-10,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;2) Stories need to be beta'd please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;3) All stories must be centered around at least one female character from the Twilight saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;4) All pairings accepted, canon, non-canon, AH, vamp, AU, OOC—go wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;5) Keep in mind this is CRACK FIC—be as silly as you'd like. We just ask that it make sense and is readable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;6) Stories CANNOT be posted on FF.NET while contest is in progress. After the contest is over, feel free to post to ff.net and add to it if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;7) All entries must be mailed to RoundMoundContest@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;8) Unlimited entries per person and collabs are acceptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;9) Have FUN!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;NO-NO EUPHEMISMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;vagina, vajay, pussy, sex, core, cunt, center, beaver, and twat. Everything else is acceptable. And you CAN use the “no no” words, but they will NOT count toward the number of euphemisms in your fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;CONTACT US:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roundmoundcontest@gmail.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pay homage to your goodies &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://roundmoundbeehound.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;enter here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-1710367889086815839?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://roundmoundbeehound.blogspot.com' title='&quot;Round Mound of a Beehound&quot; Contest'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1710367889086815839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=1710367889086815839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1710367889086815839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1710367889086815839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/round-mound-of-beehound-contest.html' title='&quot;Round Mound of a Beehound&quot; Contest'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StzeEdU5bYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i__9gty9pGU/s72-c/RMBBannerwithtext.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-7488866671154607884</id><published>2009-10-18T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:33:36.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><title type='text'>Coming up next</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Sttxz7RdVzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mViI0IIlHXA/s1600-h/URoadBanner7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Sttxz7RdVzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mViI0IIlHXA/s320/URoadBanner7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394030115604485938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I want to say thank you to TishPhoenix. She made me a handful of URoad banners, including the header you see at the top of the blog and the banner in the post.  She has been so supportive through URoad &amp;amp; I will never be able to express how much I appreciate all she's done.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had so many people ask if there is going to be a Unbreakable Road sequel and I want you to know I'm giving it a lot of thought, but I have another story out right now (My Daughter's Best Friend) and I am starting a J/B AH as soon as URoad ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new story is going to be completely different from anything you've read from me. It's more true to real life then anything I've written. Very angsty and filled with smut. It is a J/B story, but if you don't want to see Jasper or Bella with anyone else then I would suggest not reading it. I won't update it as frequently as I do URoad because I want it to be done the right way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still going to continue My Daughter's Best Friend and it will still update once every week-two weeks. I appreciate all of you who support the story, as many readers do not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that being said, if there is to be a URoad sequel it won't be anytime soon. I will, however, be posting about 6 outtakes. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-7488866671154607884?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7488866671154607884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=7488866671154607884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/7488866671154607884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/7488866671154607884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/coming-up-next.html' title='Coming up next'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/Sttxz7RdVzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mViI0IIlHXA/s72-c/URoadBanner7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-1869277625181157352</id><published>2009-10-17T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:14:52.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Previews'/><title type='text'>Unbreakable Road #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StneZjR0_tI/AAAAAAAAADk/ghY8HxMpv1o/s1600-h/UnbreakableRoad-draft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StneZjR0_tI/AAAAAAAAADk/ghY8HxMpv1o/s320/UnbreakableRoad-draft.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393586559300992722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huge thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1830988/BamaBabe"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;BamaBabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the new URoad banner &amp;amp; FF avi. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a preview of chapter 37. Hope you guys enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jasper &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I promised Emmett that we would hang out today, since he said we needed to have some “man time”; whatever that means. So, now I’m standing beside his jeep waiting for him to get his shit together so that we can get on with whatever it is that he has planned. I like hanging out with him, but with Emmett you never know what kind of trouble you might get into. He reminds me a lot of my friend Peter in that sense. Peter is always up to no good and the only thing that keeps him out of trouble is his wife Charlotte. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell Bella that I’ll be inviting them to our wedding, but I know she’s already having a hard time wrapping her head around human drinkers coming to Forks. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I watch Emmett walk out of the door with a huge grin on his face. I can feel his determination and amusement and know he’s up to no good. “Where are we going Emmett?” He opens the driver’s side door and gets in without answering me. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-1869277625181157352?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1869277625181157352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=1869277625181157352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1869277625181157352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1869277625181157352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/unbreakable-road-7.html' title='Unbreakable Road #7'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StneZjR0_tI/AAAAAAAAADk/ghY8HxMpv1o/s72-c/UnbreakableRoad-draft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-2983174364962642290</id><published>2009-10-14T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:01:54.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Previews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Daughter&apos;s Best Friend'/><title type='text'>My Daughter's Best Friend #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StnOSub_PbI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZsAlOxZ8EHY/s1600-h/m37007d0d0000_1_9472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StnOSub_PbI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZsAlOxZ8EHY/s320/m37007d0d0000_1_9472.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393568849851268530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your patience and reviews! I am back to my regular posting schedule and will have chapter 6 posted on Sunday. Enjoy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charlie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Billy had every right to be disappointed in me. I was disappointed in myself. I should have treated Alice with more care, more compassion. If it were Bella in her position and some man treated her the way I had treated Alice, there is no telling what I would do. Part of me wanted to tell Bella what had happened and get it over with, but I was afraid it would lessen her opinion of me and she would see me differently.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I reached for my phone I found myself regretting what I was about to do. I felt like if I called Victoria that would definitely be the end of any type of relationship Alice and I could have had and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that to happen. I wanted to kick myself for telling her we couldn’t be together again. I knew it was the right thing to do, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the way her hips felt in my hands as I gripped them for leverage, while pumping my cock rapidly in and out of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-2983174364962642290?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2983174364962642290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=2983174364962642290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/2983174364962642290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/2983174364962642290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-daughters-best-friend-2.html' title='My Daughter&apos;s Best Friend #2'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StnOSub_PbI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZsAlOxZ8EHY/s72-c/m37007d0d0000_1_9472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-481369588182998097</id><published>2009-10-14T03:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:37:11.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Previews'/><title type='text'>Unbreakable Road #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StnOhdEjRTI/AAAAAAAAADc/u6b19jARSHs/s1600-h/UnbreakableRoad-draft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StnOhdEjRTI/AAAAAAAAADc/u6b19jARSHs/s320/UnbreakableRoad-draft.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393569102887601458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview of chapter 36 of URoad! Enjoy and as always, let me know what you think.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bella&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even I have a hard time understanding how my life changed so drastically in such a short amount of time. I hoped to only be here for a little while maybe get to know Charlie a little better and then move away again. I hoped that I would get into a college where the sun shines bright. That plan went out the window the minute I realized I had fallen in love with Edward Cullen. I didn’t regret it though, Edward led me to Jasper and I couldn’t have asked for a better man. Being with Jasper has shown me just how wrong I had been about the way a relationship was supposed to be. I realized before that Edward’s controlling ways weren’t right, but I half expected Jasper to be the same way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took another deep breath and raised my head high. I knew what needed to be done. I needed to talk to Jasper so I made my way out of the study. Walking down the hall I slowed my pace and ran my hand down the rough texture; my fingers ghosting over the small imperfections. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. I knew I was delaying the inevitable, but I couldn’t help it. Just then our bedroom door opened and Jasper’s head poked around the corner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“What’s got you so conflicted babe?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I wanted to talk to you.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapters with the beta atm, so hopefully I'll have it posted tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A huge thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1830988/BamaBabe"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;BamaBabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for making the URoad banner that you see in this post. If you haven't read her story &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4916121/1/Long_Tall_Texan"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Long, Tall, Texan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... do it! It's a really good J/B AH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Summary: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;Bella is going to grad school in Texas and her friends decide to join her. Little do they know that she has an agenda of her own. AH, non-canon. BellaxJasper OOC M for future chapters &amp;amp; language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-481369588182998097?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/481369588182998097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=481369588182998097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/481369588182998097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/481369588182998097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/unbreakable-road-6.html' title='Unbreakable Road #6'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StnOhdEjRTI/AAAAAAAAADc/u6b19jARSHs/s72-c/UnbreakableRoad-draft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-8730031351686662620</id><published>2009-10-11T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:03:40.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><title type='text'>Jaspers Darlin's Home for the Holidays contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StKIGIgqZfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fs8NofF9e3s/s1600-h/HFTH2.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 41px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StKIGIgqZfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fs8NofF9e3s/s320/HFTH2.JPEG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391521342860977650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First things first I want to publicly thank all of Jaspers Darlin's for taking me under their wing and making me a Darlin' in training! I am looking forward to working with them all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, congratulations to Clurrabella author of The Dartmouth Diaries. She was also tagged a Darlin' in training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that said, the Darlin's are hosting the Home for the Holidays contest. All entries must be non-canon and Jasper must be the central character. There is a word minimum of 2500 and max. of 8,000. Entries will be excepted Oct. 15 - Nov. 15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are interested in entering or would like more details please &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2094159/Home_For_The_Holidays"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-8730031351686662620?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2094159/Home_For_The_Holidays' title='Jaspers Darlin&apos;s Home for the Holidays contest'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8730031351686662620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=8730031351686662620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/8730031351686662620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/8730031351686662620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/jaspers-darlins-home-for-holidays.html' title='Jaspers Darlin&apos;s Home for the Holidays contest'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/StKIGIgqZfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fs8NofF9e3s/s72-c/HFTH2.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-2563729287776093361</id><published>2009-10-06T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T05:34:46.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>A Must Read Article For All Fanfictioners!</title><content type='html'>Someone sent this article's link out on twitter yesterday and when I read it, I was elated!! Anyone who has ever received a bad review knows how awful it feels. If you haven't received one... lucky you!!! I suggest all readers of fan fiction read this before leaving another review and all writers read it to reassure yourself that your not alone! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twilightawards.com/article.htm"&gt;http://www.twilightawards.com/article.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-2563729287776093361?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.twilightawards.com/article.htm' title='A Must Read Article For All Fanfictioners!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2563729287776093361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=2563729287776093361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/2563729287776093361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/2563729287776093361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/must-read-article-for-all-fanfictioners.html' title='A Must Read Article For All Fanfictioners!'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-3177092523164046742</id><published>2009-10-05T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:59:41.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><title type='text'>Unbreakable Road #5</title><content type='html'>:::hangs head in shame::: I know this is late and I am sorry. My parents came in town on Saturday and I have done nothing but run around! It's been fun, but I miss writing and I totally fail at replying to reviews. :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a preview of Chapter 35. It's a little different then what I normally do, but it should be fun. It's more of a filler then anything. Per usual this has not been proofed or betad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; **************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Jasper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How were we? I wasn’t sure. I knew I wasn’t fine, not really. I was emotionally drained and felt like I constantly had to be on guard. Bella’s emotions told me that even though she put on a happy face, she wasn’t as happy as she let on. She never showed any sign that the constant worrying was getting to her, but I knew better. I was waiting for the moment that she would finally explode and let go of her pent up frustration. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was getting ready to answer Esme’s question when we heard Carlisle and Eli walk in. Everyone’s curiosity spiked and while I was just as curious, I didn’t feel like sitting around and making small talk with Carlisle just yet. I got up to leave as they walked into the living room. I gave a curt nod in their direction and turned to Esme, “I will talk to you in the morning. I should probably get upstairs to Bella.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-3177092523164046742?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/3177092523164046742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=3177092523164046742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/3177092523164046742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/3177092523164046742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/unbreakable-road-5.html' title='Unbreakable Road #5'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-6824863125141742100</id><published>2009-10-03T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:35:15.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Recommendations</title><content type='html'>It's that time again!! Beautiful (and FANTASTIC) J/B recommendations! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5189701/1/Only_At_Night"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Only at Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1991435/trampvamp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;trampvamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;A lonely introverted Bella works and attends school, but at night, well, she's a different person all together until Jasper rides into her world. He's no white knight in shining armour but he may be just what she needs. AUH. Explicit, graphic lemons. MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This story catches your attention from the very beginning. There is no slow burn with this story and that's only one of the reasons I love it. It's nice to see another side to Bella and a mysterious Jasper is always fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5381761/1/The_War_Inside"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;The War Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2083424/Sparabella"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Sparabella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;Marine Maj. Jasper Cullen has been ordered to restricted duty after being shot. He finds himself back home with PTSD, bitterness and anger. Ordered to seek help, he meets Dr. Isabella Swan. Will she be able to piece Jasper back together? Rated M, J/B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grab the tissue and be prepared to cry. This story will touch home for a lot of people and will simply touch the people who have never had to deal with PTSD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5394321/1/Somebody_to_Love"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Somebody to Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  by &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2036093/mommybrook"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;mommybrook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;A Jasper/Bella story. Bella is 25 years old, divorced with two kids. The Cullen's return to her life when she absolutely needs them the most. If you don't like the idea of Jasper as the leading man, this is not the story for you! Language and future lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;It isn't often that a story starts out with Bella being a mommy (with adorable kids!) &amp;amp; I love that about this story. My favorite thing and one of the reasons you must read is DR. WHITLOCK!! That's right, Jasper is a doctor and that also is not often done in fan fiction. She is just starting out, but updating really fast. Please go check her out and show her some review love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5261304/1/The_Ancient"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;The Ancient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1917774/TishPhoenix"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;TishPhoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;NM, but with a twist. Lil' do they know they are being tracked down but by who? What happens when they inturn find bella instead? Soon they'll have bigger problems to worry about than this mysterious creature! AU/OOC, Non-Canon pairings Vamps and human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;This story feels like a slow burn, but it's really not. There is a lot going on in the first few chapters and in order to enjoy the story you have to pay attention. She introduces a new character in chapter 1 that I absolutely adore! There are good lemons if you are into smut. There are over 30 chapters already &amp;amp; I have a feeling we aren't even close to the end. Great story with fun new characters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Wednesday I'll be posting some C/B &amp;amp; Em/B rec's.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-6824863125141742100?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6824863125141742100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=6824863125141742100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/6824863125141742100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/6824863125141742100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-recommendations.html' title='Beautiful Recommendations'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-5757493066355219442</id><published>2009-10-03T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:34:51.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Constructive criticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:12px;"&gt;Here it is!! My first bad review for URoad!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;A response to your review at http://www.fanfiction.net/r/5323466/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reader: "at first the story seemed cool,but then i noticed you left out ALL the details in the story,and you jump form one thing to the next and leaving important things out.but the plot was good at first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Reply: Thanks for the review. It was my 1st bad one in 800+ and I can't tell you how relieved I am to have that out of the way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think constructive criticism is the best and what you did was just list off what you thought I did wrong. Fan fiction is a hobby, not a job. People do it because they love it, not because they have to. If you don't like a story and have nothing helpful or useful to say it's best if you just stop reading the story and leave your opinion to yourself especially if you don't write fan fiction yourself. I think your ALL was a little exaggerated. I started this story a month ago and it was my first fan fic; since then my writing has improved a considerable amount. Please, in the future, for any fic you read leave constructive reviews if you leave one. Authors want to improve their writing not feel like shit for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What do you guys think?? Was it okay for me to respond and tell her how I felt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:12px;"&gt;I began URoad on 8/22/09. That's a little over a month ago &amp;amp; have written 34 chapters. It was my first fanfic and the writing in the beginning was terrible! I don't deny that, but I wish people would leave constructive reviews that gave examples. This review just says to me, "I don't like it". What I wish she said is "I don't like it because" and gave an actual example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-5757493066355219442?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fanfiction.net/r/5323466/' title='Constructive criticism'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/5757493066355219442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=5757493066355219442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/5757493066355219442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/5757493066355219442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/10/constructive-criticism.html' title='Constructive criticism'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-1666401905088750740</id><published>2009-09-30T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:35:36.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><title type='text'>Unbreakable Road #4</title><content type='html'>Not a longgggggggg preview, I didn't want to give to much away. This has NOT been betad, but I think my beta would approve ;). Hope you guys enjoy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I almost felt bad for Carlisle. We were about tell him things that would change the way he looked at life as he knew it. Rosalie was right, it was time for him to open his eyes and see Alice and Edward for the people they truly were. He had always put Edward on a pedestal and I’m surprised it took Rose that long to say something. The three other Cullen kids always took a back seat to the gifted dynamic duo which made me wonder, exactly who was the head of their little family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;“Why are you being so nice to me, Bella? The last time I saw you, you seemed quite determined to destroy my family.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=" line-height: 115%;  font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;“I never said I wanted to destroy you’re family. If I remember correctly, I said I would see you soon. I don’t think what I’m doing is being nice. I’m being civil. I won’t sit here and tell you I like you or try to be your friend. I will tell you the same thing I have told the rest of your family, I think you have made a lot of bad choices, but I also understand why you’ve made them. I do think you are a good person, but when it comes to Edward you don’t care who you step on or who gets hurt. Now, would you like to hear about how we met Eli or not?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 13px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay, if you have not checked out HISTORY LESSONS by Ivy Rain...why the hell not? Get over to the fan fiction site, read the first four chapters and review. Please. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-1666401905088750740?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1666401905088750740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=1666401905088750740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1666401905088750740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1666401905088750740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/09/unbreakable-road-4.html' title='Unbreakable Road #4'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-2638130722078173167</id><published>2009-09-30T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:45:42.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Previews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Daughter&apos;s Best Friend'/><title type='text'>My Daughter's Best Friend #1</title><content type='html'>Here's a preview of Sunday's chapter of MDBF. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MDBF is an Alice/Charlie story &amp;amp; I think the title speaks for itself. There is no pedophilia! Alice is of age and Charlie is 20 yrs. her senior. It is rated M for graphic language &amp;amp; lemons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I should have known better then to think Charlie would actually be interested in me. He had just had a night out, drinking at the bar and when he came home I threw myself at him. He may have been a good person, but he was still a man. Any half naked woman sprawled out across his kitchen table probably could have gained his attention. I knew that when I came up with the plan; I was betting on it and it worked. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hoped Edward and Alec would have some advice for me because I really needed more than just words of comfort. I wanted to call Bella and tell her everything. I wanted her to tell me every thing was going to be okay; even if it wasn’t. She was my best friend and even though she knew about my feelings for Charlie, I felt as if I had betrayed her and maybe I did. Promising not to tell her was a mistake. I should have just told Charlie that Bella knew how I felt, but I didn’t think about it at the time. I was only worried about keeping him interested long enough to get what I wanted. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope you enjoyed. If you haven't read My Daughter's Best Friend, &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5356766/1/My_Daughters_Best_Friend"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; do it already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am still looking for a beta for this story. If you are interested please email me @ MaitresseSaint@gmail.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-2638130722078173167?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5356766/1/My_Daughters_Best_Friend' title='My Daughter&apos;s Best Friend #1'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2638130722078173167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=2638130722078173167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/2638130722078173167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/2638130722078173167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-daughters-best-friend-1.html' title='My Daughter&apos;s Best Friend #1'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-1434187241428645739</id><published>2009-09-29T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:01:34.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward/Bella'/><title type='text'>Beautiful [ E/B ] Recommendations</title><content type='html'>I know most of you love a good E/B story and while I'm team Sexy Southern Cowboy I must admit, I do too. I will try to give  at least one E/B fic rec a week, but this week I'll give you three.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enjoy &amp;amp; Happy Reading!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5072648/1/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Edward Wallbanger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1753937/feathersmmmm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;feathersmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;Bella moves into a fantastic apartment building in San Francisco. Guess who lives next door? With walls this thin, the tension is gonna be thick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;Mmmm...what can I say about Wallbanger??? I'd pay for a neighbor as entertaining as him! She's only on chapter 9, so I don't want to give to much away, but if you want a good laugh and I do mean the tears running down your face kind of laugh, it's a must read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4524712/1/Bitter_Sweet_Symphony"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Bitter Sweet Symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1571075/Imwiththevampires08"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I'mwiththevampires08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;Summary: Rose and Edward make a bet. Will the school playboy be able to turn Bella into a vixen and get James to ask her out to prom? Will Edward make a good teacher and teach Bella everything she needs to know? Oh yes, there will be lemons! All human, OOC and Cannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;It's like Cruel Intentions times a thousand! I will warn you there is graphic smut and femmeslash, so if you don't care for those things do not read it. It is set in high school and Bella is the new girl in town. She is kind of geeky and Rose and Alice take her under their wing. With the help of play boy Edward, Bella slowly comes out of her shell. Lots of drama. It will make you laugh and cry and there are times where you want to scream at the author, but it's totally worth the read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5051088/1/Confessions_of_a_Nanny"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Confessions of a Nanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1718672/Melissa228"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Melissa228&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;Summary: Bella Swan accepts a job as a nanny for single father, Dr. Edward Cullen. Living under the same roof and Bella's seduction plans, leads these two into a whirlwind of pleasure and excitement. AH/Mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;Edward is an older, tattooed, bike riding, single dad. If that isn't reason enough to read it then I don't know what is! Bella does some very hot things to gain his attention. Her antics had me absolutely hooked by chapter 3! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-1434187241428645739?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1434187241428645739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=1434187241428645739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1434187241428645739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1434187241428645739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-eb-recommendations.html' title='Beautiful [ E/B ] Recommendations'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-2386337124836494553</id><published>2009-09-28T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:07:45.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Previews'/><title type='text'>Unbreakable Road #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello again! Here is a preview for chapter 33. As always, it's not been to my beta, so the wording may change. Enjoy! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bella wrapped her arm around my waist and looked at me, “I’m ready to go to bed. It’s been a long day.” I nodded my head and we both said our good nights to the family. When we made it to our room, I waited for her to get ready for bed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could feel the sadness rolling off of her and I was about to go in to the bathroom and find out what was bothering her when she walked out, “I’m fine Jasper. I’m just sad because meeting Eli gave Charlie hope that he could have grandchildren. I should have warned him before he came over.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“I didn’t say anything.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No, but you were going to,” she said with a smirk and climbed into bed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I crawled in next to her and covered her up. I wrapped my arms around her and she snuggled into my embrace. I didn’t say anything about her emotions. I didn’t know what to say. At the time I understood exactly how Edward felt when he wanted her to live a normal, happy, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;human&lt;/i&gt; life. I tried to remind myself that Bella wanted to be turned, but I couldn’t help the guilt that crept in. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She rolled over and kissed me good night. Just as she started drifting off, the phone rang. I went to silence the ringer, but when I looked at the caller ID it was Carlisle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you haven't read UROAD...well, what are you waiting for? &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5323466/1/Unbreakable_Road"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and read!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-2386337124836494553?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2386337124836494553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=2386337124836494553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/2386337124836494553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/2386337124836494553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/09/unbreakable-road-3.html' title='Unbreakable Road #3'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-3180212161275135644</id><published>2009-09-27T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:02:01.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Daughter&apos;s Best Friend'/><title type='text'>Dear Wow.I'm surprised.</title><content type='html'>Dear Wow. I'm surprised., &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone once told me to write what you know and most of the time that's what I do. At fifteen I thought I was in love with my best friends uncle. He listened to good music, was an artist and got us drunk on the weekends that her mother wasn't home.When I was seventeen he died and it crushed my spirit. At 18 I dated a 32 year old and had some of the best times of my life. It was sick and wrong, but I was a young girl and I didn't know better. Would I advise my daughter do to the same? No. Would I want her to? No. But, I live in the real world my friend and I know that if it happened I probably wouldn't be able to stop it. Come out of your fucking shell and into reality. The world you live in isn't all rainbows and rose petals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you review a story, good or bad, it's to help the author. You read the summary, you know what the story is about, if you don't like it...DON'T READ IT. Anon reviews can be deleted and yours was...IMMEDIATELY! If you want to insult the author, sign in to your REAL account and PM them. Hiding behind a sock puppet is just a fucking cowardly thing to do. I was extremely offended by your review and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;initially was going to stop writing My Daughter's Best Friend, but after taking to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MaitresseSaint"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;my twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and getting some words of encouragement and advice from other author's I thought better of it. My story, my words, and my reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The author douche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen up people! If you have a problem with a story, just don't read it. A review should consist of something you loved or something you hated. Insulting the author is an extremely immature, cruel thing to do. I have read thousands of fanfics and never once has it even crossed my mind to call someone a name or intentionally offend them. I rather get one hundred I hate your story because... reviews then have one person personally attack me. I'm thick skinned, so it didn't upset me, but it pissed me off. Have some respect for writing as an art and an author as an artist. Not everyone agrees. It's one of the things I love most about my marriage and I find it a beautiful aspect of life. There is something out there for everyone. If you don't like...whatever, just move along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, I had a reviewer recommend a one shot and it reminded me so much of My Daughter's Best Friend. If you like Charlie/Alice you must read &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5006518/1/Prisoners_of_their_Desires"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Prisoners of their Desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1383271/mischief-maker1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;mischief-maker1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-3180212161275135644?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/3180212161275135644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=3180212161275135644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/3180212161275135644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/3180212161275135644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-wowim-surprised.html' title='Dear Wow.I&apos;m surprised.'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-9110195367482534493</id><published>2009-09-26T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:00:46.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><title type='text'>Unbreakable Road #2</title><content type='html'>Hey kiddies! Here's a preview of Monday's chapter of URoad.  The wording may change slightly as it has not been to see my beta.  Let me know what you think. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I stared at Emmett for a minute, testing his emotions. If that was his idea of a joke it wasn’t very funny and I wanted to know if he was lying. I immediately knew he wasn’t. I looked around the room, hoping someone would say something, but they didn’t. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I walked over and knelt down in front of Bella, “Darlin’, would you mind telling me what Aro said?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She took a deep breath and looked over at Esme before standing up. She took my hand and led me to the loveseat. Once we were seated Bella told me about her conversation with Aro. By the time she finished talking I could feel my own anger beginning to boil inside of me. I wanted to ask her why she agreed to have Carlisle come there when Aro wouldn’t tell her what they wanted from him. I knew Bella trusted the Volturi, but I didn’t and I knew better than to think their visit was a friendly one. I didn’t say anything though. She had been through enough and I didn’t need to take my anger out on her. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I patted Bella on the leg and stood up, “I’m going to get you and Eli some dinner.” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She stared up at me, “Are you mad?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I let out a loud sigh and shook my head, “No, Bella. I’m just trying to make sense of everything.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Jasper, please sit back down. We need to work it out together.” She looked at the others and whispered, “All of us.” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;If you haven't read URoad then &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5323466/1/Unbreakable_Road"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; do it! Don't forget to review. You're opinion and input matter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-9110195367482534493?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5323466/1/Unbreakable_Road' title='Unbreakable Road #2'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/9110195367482534493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=9110195367482534493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/9110195367482534493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/9110195367482534493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/09/unbreakable-road-2.html' title='Unbreakable Road #2'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-1909177525159423802</id><published>2009-09-25T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:00:26.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Recommendations</title><content type='html'>I have three J/B story recommendations and one C/B. I know some of you are Edward lovers and I will give you some E/B rec’s in the future, but these are my favorite authors at the moment. I have some Edward fics in my favorite stories list, but you've been warned...they are VERY OOC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5137429/1/History_Lessons"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;History Lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By Ivy Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Two vampires end up in Salem Halloween night. Will the people of this small town see them as tourists passing through or something else when they are reminded of the history of what happened some 300 odd years ago. J/B AU *being update with more fun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story started out as a one shot, but she is doing a continuation. Bella is bit wild and mischievous. I can only imagine all the wild things these two kids are going to get into. Right now there are only 2 chapters, but the first one is 8,000 words and both chapters contain lemons. She already has a few more chapters written and will be updating soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4980246/1/Changes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By Jeanita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Three months after Edward leaves, Carlisle realizes that leaving Bella destroyed their family and he decides to return to Forks. AU, non-cannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love the good doctor, you will love Changes!! I’m normally an M rated reader, but once I started this story I couldn’t stop!! There are lots of twists. I don’t want to give anything away, but there are wolves and of course there’s…Edward! I’ve been told there will be at least one lemony shot once her story is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5026329/1/Keep_Moving_Forward"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Keep moving Forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By AriesFireQn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Bella is the reincarnation of Wiccan Goddess, from the moment of her birth universal destiny decided her fate. She did not get to spend a lot of time with her father, Charlie, because of misunderstandings and miscommunication with her parents. After the death of her mother and stepfather in a car accident she moved to Forks to live with and get to know her dad better but also to learn more about her ancestry. She's been dreaming of Jasper and the Cullens years before meeting them and feels a pull towards Jasper but does not understand why. Edward is a manipulator who falls hard for Bella who is not remotely interested in him. On her 18th birthday she comes into her powers as tragedy strikes and she must learn to let fate have a hand in her life in order to fully control her destiny. In the process of finding herself she also finds the ability to keep moving forward as obstacles find themselves placed in her way by fate and by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Bella is bad ass! Her Edward is crazy! Her Jasper is a sweetheart! You will love this story! It has fallen under the radar and I’m not sure why. The story line is unique; it’s fun and easy to keep up with. I can’t tell you all the reasons I love this story without giving too much away, but all the main characters play a part and most are OOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5320797/1/Faith_in_You"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Faith in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By Jaspers Izzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Twenty years after Edward leaves Bella, the Cullen's are in trouble. Jasper is called home after being away from his family he once loved, but he has changed. Now an unknown force is out to destroy the vampire world as they all know it. J/B dark themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn’t love Darksper?? The prologue leaves you wanting more; an instant cliffy! By chapter 3 I was hooked. It’s perfectly paced and the chapters are nice in length. I’m a cliffy lover and the more people write the more I read. You can find FIY on Twilighted as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaspers Izzy is one of the Jasper’s Darlin’s and as I mentioned in my AN earlier this week Unbreakable Road was recommended on their blog. Please go check them out. They are like the one stop Jasper shop! It’s not just J/B, but you won’t find any J/A which I LOVE! &lt;a href="http://jaspersdarlins.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; Jasper’s Darlin’s Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t voted for The "I Love 80’s Music" NaughtyHeels Anonymous One-shot Contest please go to &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2060377/naughtyheelsanonymouscontest"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Naughty Heels Anonymous Contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and do so. There are some great OS’s!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to enter all rules are on that page as well. You still have 5 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend! I will have a preview of chapter 32 up tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-1909177525159423802?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1909177525159423802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=1909177525159423802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1909177525159423802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/1909177525159423802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-recommendations_2852.html' title='Beautiful Recommendations'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-6014170088487188497</id><published>2009-09-24T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:00:14.105-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbreakable Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playlists'/><title type='text'>Unbreakable Road #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Unbreakable Road was my first fanfic; it is my baby. There are many days that I don't have the inspiration or motivation to write and that's when I turn to my iPod. There are a shit ton of songs I've listened to while writing, but these are the ones I listened to the most...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pixies - The entire Wave of Mutilation CD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Smiths - How Soon Is Now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ani DiFranco - Gravel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ani DiFranco - Napoleon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiona Apple - Sleep to Dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonic Youth - Teenage Riot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unicorns - Evacuate the Vacuous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unicorns- Jellybones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unicorns - Emasculate the Masculine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tori Amos - Cornflake Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor Swift - Love Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phil Vassar - Little Red Rodeo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Violent Femmes - Blister in the Sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veruca Salt - Seether&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup! I'm a versatile music snob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's a preview of Chapter 31 of Unbreakable Road...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Good morning, Eli.” I said as I sat on the stool next to his.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He raised an eyebrow at me, “Is it a good morning or just a morning? You don’t look like you feel well.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I huffed,“I’m fine. I just got off the phone with my dad. We need to be there in an hour Jasper.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Did you call Aro?” Jasper asked as he placed my breakfast in front of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Fuck.”&lt;/i&gt; I muttered to myself. I had forgotten about him. “No&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;I forgot. I’ll call him after we talk to Charlie. Would you mind calling Jake and having him come on over?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jasper gave me a small smile and shook his head to let me know he didn’t mind. I’m sure he could tell I was beginning to feel stressed. I sat and ate my breakfast in silence while going over everything that had recently transpired. First Edward and Alice, Jasper, the Volturi, finding out about Abigail and Eli, Esme, Rosalie, Carlisle, and now Charlie. I was proud of myself for handling it all so well, but &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;wondered how much more I could take.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went back upstairs and took my time getting ready. Rosalie and Esme both came in and gave me words of encouragement. When I was finished getting ready, I walked to the living room and found Jacob sitting on the couch with Jasper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-6014170088487188497?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5323466/1/Unbreakable_' title='Unbreakable Road #1'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6014170088487188497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=6014170088487188497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/6014170088487188497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/6014170088487188497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/09/unbreakable-road-1.html' title='Unbreakable Road #1'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617658508217409140.post-8958296889244620343</id><published>2009-09-24T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:59:21.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MaitresseSaint's [Beautiful] Disaster</title><content type='html'>In true Keira fashion I set this blog up three weeks ago and am just now sitting down to write my first post. I'm not a procrastinator I just hate 1st's. First date, first paragraph of a new chapter, first day on a new job, etc. So, I'll let you know what can expect to find in my beautiful disaster and get on with it. I don't want to make this all about my writing and fan fiction, but you will find updates on my updates, playlists, what I'm working on, story ideas, and story rec's. I won't post every day, just when I have something to say or something to share. You'll probably find silly posts like...a picture of my favorite thing at the moment, but that means I really really like it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, whew! Glad that's out of the way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the next post for what I've listened to while writing Unbreakable Road and a preview of the next chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617658508217409140-8958296889244620343?l=maitressesaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8958296889244620343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617658508217409140&amp;postID=8958296889244620343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/8958296889244620343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617658508217409140/posts/default/8958296889244620343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maitressesaint.blogspot.com/2009/09/maitressesaints-beautiful-disaster.html' title='MaitresseSaint&apos;s [Beautiful] Disaster'/><author><name>Keira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2xiesBr1cY/SuhODQOFpII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ta8ese4lVq8/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
