<?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-1017285961012590201</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:30:00.512+10:00</updated><title type='text'>edwardsisobel</title><subtitle type='html'>a place for teasers and pics for my fics...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-7821350018412352897</id><published>2011-10-30T03:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T03:30:04.894+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fandom4Texas Fundraiser Contribution - The Demon Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvjjdbhQnlM/TqwxSsYYy9I/AAAAAAAAAME/qKrulEszdKo/s1600/ff081786.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvjjdbhQnlM/TqwxSsYYy9I/AAAAAAAAAME/qKrulEszdKo/s400/ff081786.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2011, Texas has lost more land to wildfires than every other state in the U.S. combined. Since the current fire season began, Texas Forest Service and area fire departments have responded to 22,602 fires that have burned 3,761,966 acres. Thousands of Texans have lost their homes, businesses, pets, and even family members in the worst fires Texas has seen in our recorded history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who sends&amp;nbsp;Fandom4Texas&amp;nbsp;a donation receipt, dated Sept 5th 2011 or later, of least $5 to one of the below relief agencies will receive a compilation of fanfiction and original stories from over 175 authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about this tragedy or to donate money to a listed&amp;nbsp;charity go &lt;a href="http://texasfires.ysar.info/how-where-to-donate/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; There are just over 2 days left to donate to receive the compilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contribution for the fundraiser is a one-shot called The Demon Within, inspired by the song Demon Seed by Nine Inch Nails.&amp;nbsp; The beautiful banner below has been made by the lovely vbfb1, and I have included a teaser for the story.&lt;br /&gt;&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/-nqsdVe6A8kE/TqwyNI05veI/AAAAAAAAAMM/R5_ejtrrDws/s1600/Demon+Within+Banner.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nqsdVe6A8kE/TqwyNI05veI/AAAAAAAAAMM/R5_ejtrrDws/s400/Demon+Within+Banner.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Edward suppressed his need for human blood decades ago and has lived a good and virtuous life since then.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Will his unparalleled desire for Bella’s blood unleash his demons once more?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;AU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaser:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;I try to resist your charms. &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless hours wrapped up in your scent. The aroma of your blood and of your body, driving me crazy little by little, until the sanity I claw onto is hanging by a thread. A tenuous thread of love and respect and humanity which is shredding until, as I fear, there is but a single twine left. A tiny remnant that will snap and splinter like glass shards with the smallest of encouragement from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how often I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never-ending conversations about my true nature, about what I really am deep inside, dark and monstrous, regardless of my sparkling external casing. You never believe me yet the consequences of what you ask for are unknown. I’ve tried to prepare you as much as I can, but in the end the decision is yours and I will acquiesce this time. I have crumbled against your persistence, because deep down I crave it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't able to contribute to the fundraiser, the&amp;nbsp;one-shot will be available on fanfiction.net on January 1, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-7821350018412352897?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7821350018412352897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=7821350018412352897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/7821350018412352897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/7821350018412352897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/10/fandom4texas-fundraiser-contribution.html' title='Fandom4Texas Fundraiser Contribution - The Demon Within'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvjjdbhQnlM/TqwxSsYYy9I/AAAAAAAAAME/qKrulEszdKo/s72-c/ff081786.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-4426614039300190168</id><published>2011-09-20T23:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T23:35:42.627+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New drabble fic - Splendour Mine</title><content type='html'>Hi again, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I'd drafted this last post before I started posting the new fic and I haven't had the chance to get back to upload it.&amp;nbsp; Due to the high level of interest in Garrett and Jasper&amp;nbsp;from my drabble fic, Beautiful Tyrant, and that it's not very appropriate to go into too much detail of their relationship in that story, I decided to write this seperate story all about them (in and amongst the main story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five chapters have been posted already providing some back story.&amp;nbsp; The back story will continue until Chapter 13, after which the chapters posted will link to the same time frame as Beautiful Tyrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vbfb1 made me this fabulous banner and I love it.&amp;nbsp; It inspires me each and every time I look at it:&lt;br /&gt;&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/-r_9ProJPDEA/TniVyw24Z8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ILXXkDNWyvc/s1600/Splendour+Mine+banner+by+Mel.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_9ProJPDEA/TniVyw24Z8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ILXXkDNWyvc/s400/Splendour+Mine+banner+by+Mel.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to fic &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7385809/1/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-4426614039300190168?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/4426614039300190168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=4426614039300190168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/4426614039300190168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/4426614039300190168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-drabble-fic-splendour-mine.html' title='New drabble fic - Splendour Mine'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_9ProJPDEA/TniVyw24Z8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ILXXkDNWyvc/s72-c/Splendour+Mine+banner+by+Mel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-2764346835978886891</id><published>2011-09-03T20:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:56:09.501+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 7 Pic Tease for Beautiful Tyrant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEvhxCRTfmw/TmICpbEVc4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/BXnf9CQ_yvI/s1600/Beautiful+Tyrant+-+Banner+by+Mel+Final.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEvhxCRTfmw/TmICpbEVc4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/BXnf9CQ_yvI/s400/Beautiful+Tyrant+-+Banner+by+Mel+Final.png" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This week its all about the Cullen boys and an invitation....and a little secret revealed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7GXkviFJri8/TmIDEZv2OeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LGAAs03Y-Oo/s1600/BT_Week7+pic+tease.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7GXkviFJri8/TmIDEZv2OeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LGAAs03Y-Oo/s400/BT_Week7+pic+tease.png" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An enormous thank you to vbfb1 for the fic banner and for each weekly pic tease - she does such a marvelous job - check out her other banners &lt;a href="http://plainjanebydaydommebynight.blogspot.com/p/story-banners-made-by-me.html?zx=c7c7fa81d48a2c80"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Week - Bella dominates the page :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-2764346835978886891?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2764346835978886891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=2764346835978886891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2764346835978886891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2764346835978886891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/09/week-7-pic-tease-for-beautiful-tyrant.html' title='Week 7 Pic Tease for Beautiful Tyrant'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEvhxCRTfmw/TmICpbEVc4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/BXnf9CQ_yvI/s72-c/Beautiful+Tyrant+-+Banner+by+Mel+Final.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-423802008699751333</id><published>2011-08-29T21:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:25:03.594+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Pic Teases 5&amp;6 of Beautiful Tyrant</title><content type='html'>Oops....Real Life hit me hard the last two weeks and never got a chance to update the blog until now - here are the pic teases for Week 5 - Garrett tries to get to the bottom of Edward's melancholy - and Week 6 - Charlie and Mike Newton discuss his plans for Bella....&lt;br /&gt;&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/-iWOxbFaM858/Tlt2E-CF2kI/AAAAAAAAALw/ieUf9ChLG0U/s1600/BT+Week+6+Pic+Tease.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWOxbFaM858/Tlt2E-CF2kI/AAAAAAAAALw/ieUf9ChLG0U/s400/BT+Week+6+Pic+Tease.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xt4libkL13k/Tlt2UqQSvbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7Ehe7hxiR1k/s1600/BT+Week+5+Pic+Tease.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xt4libkL13k/Tlt2UqQSvbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7Ehe7hxiR1k/s400/BT+Week+5+Pic+Tease.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-423802008699751333?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/423802008699751333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=423802008699751333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/423802008699751333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/423802008699751333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekly-pic-teases-5-of-beautiful-tyrant.html' title='Weekly Pic Teases 5&amp;6 of Beautiful Tyrant'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWOxbFaM858/Tlt2E-CF2kI/AAAAAAAAALw/ieUf9ChLG0U/s72-c/BT+Week+6+Pic+Tease.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-8700273044505459793</id><published>2011-08-13T07:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T07:57:34.300+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 4 Pic Tease - Beautiful Tyrant</title><content type='html'>This week is all about Edward, which I'm positive will make readers v happy.&amp;nbsp; vbfb1 is making me these fantastic weekly pic teases plus the original banners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/-rPC82QUqKyc/TkWgcWC20WI/AAAAAAAAALs/qjsLU9NtRtg/s1600/BT+Week4+Pic+Tease.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPC82QUqKyc/TkWgcWC20WI/AAAAAAAAALs/qjsLU9NtRtg/s400/BT+Week4+Pic+Tease.png" 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: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Week 4 starts posting in 10 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Suz xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-8700273044505459793?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8700273044505459793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=8700273044505459793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/8700273044505459793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/8700273044505459793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-4-pic-tease-beautiful-tyrant.html' title='Week 4 Pic Tease - Beautiful Tyrant'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPC82QUqKyc/TkWgcWC20WI/AAAAAAAAALs/qjsLU9NtRtg/s72-c/BT+Week4+Pic+Tease.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-2517366347244108423</id><published>2011-08-08T23:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:45:03.725+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3 Pic Tease - Beautiful Tyrant</title><content type='html'>Here is the pic tease for this weeks Beautiful Tyrant updates:&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/-H8y_MCFi_Mo/Tj_oOP8Wj3I/AAAAAAAAALo/DeYUgIu4yfg/s1600/BT+Week3+Pic+Tease.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8y_MCFi_Mo/Tj_oOP8Wj3I/AAAAAAAAALo/DeYUgIu4yfg/s400/BT+Week3+Pic+Tease.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-2517366347244108423?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2517366347244108423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=2517366347244108423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2517366347244108423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2517366347244108423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-3-pic-tease-beautiful-tyrant.html' title='Week 3 Pic Tease - Beautiful Tyrant'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8y_MCFi_Mo/Tj_oOP8Wj3I/AAAAAAAAALo/DeYUgIu4yfg/s72-c/BT+Week3+Pic+Tease.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-846824375524719754</id><published>2011-07-30T16:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:29:52.952+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Tyrant - Weekly Pic Tease</title><content type='html'>The pic tease for this weeks daily drabble posts made by vbfb1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7ulpsxx_1g/TjOhr_JQPUI/AAAAAAAAALc/JglFCfO4DHI/s1600/BT_Week2+Pic+Tease.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7ulpsxx_1g/TjOhr_JQPUI/AAAAAAAAALc/JglFCfO4DHI/s400/BT_Week2+Pic+Tease.png" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last week's which I tweeted but couldn't post here:&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/-BbpvQHAXthk/TjOiFRKURlI/AAAAAAAAALk/Z0J3oWjl4Fc/s1600/BT+Tease+Week+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbpvQHAXthk/TjOiFRKURlI/AAAAAAAAALk/Z0J3oWjl4Fc/s400/BT+Tease+Week+1.png" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-846824375524719754?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/846824375524719754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=846824375524719754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/846824375524719754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/846824375524719754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/07/beautiful-tyrant-weekly-pic-tease.html' title='Beautiful Tyrant - Weekly Pic Tease'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7ulpsxx_1g/TjOhr_JQPUI/AAAAAAAAALc/JglFCfO4DHI/s72-c/BT_Week2+Pic+Tease.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-8037691366460146318</id><published>2011-07-18T20:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:54:27.618+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Tyrant - new daily drabble fic</title><content type='html'>Quite out of the blue an idea for a drabble fic popped into my head and wouldn't be stuffed back into the plot bunny folder.&amp;nbsp; I'm quite excited about it and to date have written a month's worth of drabbles in advance of posting.&amp;nbsp; The story has been inspired by Shakespeare's Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Tryrant will start posting next Saturday 23 June and then continue daily with one post a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little tease for the story:&lt;br /&gt;&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/-ItNsx7tP1G8/TiQLuFAznzI/AAAAAAAAALM/8BnBPm4JoHw/s1600/BT2+Banner.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItNsx7tP1G8/TiQLuFAznzI/AAAAAAAAALM/8BnBPm4JoHw/s640/BT2+Banner.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Banner made by the talented vbfb1 - to see more of her work click &lt;a href="http://plainjanebydaydommebynight.blogspot.com/p/story-banners-made-by-me.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A modern day story of a Romeo and his Juliet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A tale of love and woe told in 100 word daily drabbles. Will this love affair end in tragedy too?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Edward and Bella.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;AH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Starting this Wednesday and continuing each Wednesday after that I will post a pic tease for the&amp;nbsp;next week's updates (made by the lovely and talented vbfb1).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Stay tuned.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Suz xxxx&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/1017285961012590201-8037691366460146318?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8037691366460146318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=8037691366460146318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/8037691366460146318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/8037691366460146318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/07/beautiful-tyrant-new-daily-drabble-fic.html' title='Beautiful Tyrant - new daily drabble fic'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItNsx7tP1G8/TiQLuFAznzI/AAAAAAAAALM/8BnBPm4JoHw/s72-c/BT2+Banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-937655956926170719</id><published>2011-07-17T05:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T05:12:02.262+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>It was my beta's birthday yesterday, 15 July&amp;nbsp;- Happy Birthday beans827 - and because she means so much to me, I decided to write her a little story for her birthday&amp;nbsp;present which included&amp;nbsp;some of her favourite things.&amp;nbsp; I stumbled across beans on a twilighted thread offering beta services late in 2009 and clicking on the reply button was the best decision ever.&amp;nbsp; Beans has had to put up with a lot over the last 18mths&amp;nbsp; - not enought comma's, then too many comma's and to this day I still manage to switch tenses part way through chapters.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure it drives her crazy but she is always gracious, and hasn't turfed me for being too much of a pain in the arse, yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being my long suffering beta, beans has become a very good friend and we chat daily along with pyjammies, who beans introduced me to.&amp;nbsp; Pyjammies stepped&amp;nbsp;up to beta this little fic, of course at the last minute, because as per usual my idea of&amp;nbsp;nice &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; one-shot turned into a 3 chap mini-fic and I finished it and posted it on FF&amp;nbsp;on the day. Thank you P :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in honour of bean's birthday and her love of Edward and Jasper (together, together)&amp;nbsp;and our own little crush -&amp;nbsp;here is Little Blue Heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuA6kcKoMw8/TiHZiYxFUNI/AAAAAAAAALI/jJjybwY3Dko/s1600/LBH+Banner.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuA6kcKoMw8/TiHZiYxFUNI/AAAAAAAAALI/jJjybwY3Dko/s400/LBH+Banner.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This gorgeous banner was made by the talented, and lovely, vbfb1 - links to her work &lt;a href="http://plainjanebydaydommebynight.blogspot.com/p/story-banners-made-by-me.html"&gt;here&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: left;"&gt;Summary: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A scientist with a little crush. A porn star looking for more. Whatever could these two have in common? Slash EdwardxJasper A little birthday fic for beans827&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Exerpts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Part 1 - Just a litte crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Just because I knew some little known facts about a gorgeous, lean, twink porn star, did not mean I was a stalker.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I knew these things because I was interested in the enigma that was Jazz Hale and not just for his bleached blond hair, award-winning peen and round-cheeked ass.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He was soft-hearted, wickedly funny and smart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When he smiled, and looked deep into the camera with those amazing blue eyes, something twisted in my chest as much as it caused my cock to harden and my balls to pull up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;Part 2 - More than meets the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outwardly I had performed for the cameras as if nothing was wrong, but inside I was slowly dying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My blond, outgoing, porn persona, Jazz Hale, loved sex and loved performing for the camera, but the whole time I was getting fucked, I was secretly wishing that people were as interested in my brain as they were in my asshole.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had the odd fan here and there that seemed interested in what I had to say, in my opinions, but they were few and far between.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I still persisted in saying my piece about controversial topics of the day, but most comments or tweets I received back were usually of the ‘put your mouth to better use and suck my cock’ variety, than reasoned thoughts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My favourite blog follower rarely put in an appearance, but when he did his words were always a balm to my soul.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He took on the nastiest of my haters with such eloquence and stalwart support.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I always replied and tried coaxing him into a conversation, but he was either too shy or rarely online as he never entered into any discussions with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 - Do you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As soon as I opened the door, I saw the twin beds in front of me and a tall, gorgeous drink of water leaping to his feet to greet me. Flash looked very familiar but I was struggling to remember where I would have known him from. He’d told me he’d worked in customer service so maybe he’d graced the reception of a hotel I’d stayed in or a shop I’d been to previously. The startling blue of his eyes which were highlighted by the darkness of his hair, drawn back away from his face, was most unsettling. I’d swear that I’d seen them before and recently. I had no time to ponder our possible earlier encounter though, as Flash simultaneously gripped my right hand in his to shake, and leaned in to clasp his other arm around me in a man-hug.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Edward, it’s so good to finally meet you, man. I’ve been looking forward to this for months,” He murmured against the skin of my neck. I shivered at the contact and leaned into his hug.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well clung more like it. Flash smelled so damn good and felt even better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;The link to the 3 chapters posted on fanfiction.net.au is &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7181938/1/Little_Blue_Heart"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;beans827 has also written 2&amp;nbsp;one-shots herself, one a collab with me for the Jekyll &amp;amp; Hyde contest. She has started on a third, a baseball orientated one-shot, so show her some belated birthday love and check them out &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1871763/Beans827"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Suz xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-937655956926170719?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/937655956926170719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=937655956926170719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/937655956926170719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/937655956926170719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuA6kcKoMw8/TiHZiYxFUNI/AAAAAAAAALI/jJjybwY3Dko/s72-c/LBH+Banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-127460291014632890</id><published>2011-05-12T23:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T06:41:01.935+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fandom Fights Tsunami Compilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDJM48PPG04/TcvbGRy1tYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nIXNONJxynM/s1600/fandomftsunami1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDJM48PPG04/TcvbGRy1tYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nIXNONJxynM/s400/fandomftsunami1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone knows a devastating Earthquake and Tsunami hit the coast of Japan in March. With so much devastation and loss of life, the fandom has come together to raise money to help this country recover.&amp;nbsp; Almost 300 fanfiction writers across a number of fandoms have contributed stories to to make up a compilation, which will be&amp;nbsp;emailed&amp;nbsp;on 20&amp;nbsp;May 2011&amp;nbsp;to people who donate a minumum of $10 to the Red Cross up until 1 July 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fandomfightstsunami.blogspot.com/p/how-to-donate.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to view the fandom4tsunami blog, and &lt;a href="http://american.redcross.org/site/PageServer?pagename=ntld_main&amp;amp;s_src=RSG000000000&amp;amp;s_subsrc=RCO_FrontPagePanel"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to Red Cross if you would like to donate. Don't forget to email a copy of the receipt to &lt;a href="mailto:fandom4tsunami@gmail.com"&gt;fandom4tsunami@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have contributed a one-shot to the compilation called Guardian Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edmSaBkv60g/TcvbMbBT4DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1BlGHux3dF8/s1600/Banner+vbfb19+Guardian+Angel.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edmSaBkv60g/TcvbMbBT4DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1BlGHux3dF8/s400/Banner+vbfb19+Guardian+Angel.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to vbfb1 for the lovely banner, which I absolutely adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleazar had lived a happy and fulfilled life, so when he suddenly passed, he was determined that would be his legacy for Edward and Bella, two people who had made the last years of his life so rewarding. The problem: They had yet to meet and had no plans to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tease:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleazar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleazar shook his head disgustedly as he contemplated his two protégés. How the hell did two intelligent, attractive human beings get it so wrong? One had been in a disastrous first marriage, and, since its tumultuous ending, had been single for more than four years, too afraid to dip his toes into the water again. The other was as yet untouched by love, the lukewarm relationships she’d had before were filler, nothing more. Eleazar was running out of patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was alive, he’d given them ample opportunities to meet, but his carefully thought out plans had always come to naught. For some reason or other, something had always come up and one would not be available when the other one was. He knew that they would be perfect together and was frustrated that he’d never been able to even get them in the same room while he was living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Edward wasn’t looking forward to working with Isabella Swan either. Her name alone sounded rather pretentious, and he’d worked damn hard over the years to avoid meeting her, especially since Eleazar kept pushing the issue. Edward knew exactly what he’d hoped to achieve by getting them in the same room, but he hardly trusted Eleazar’s judgement regarding suitable women after his less than stellar experiences with Tanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dialed the number noted on Eleazar’s paperwork, and as he waited for the connection, he absentmindedly thought about the woman he’d seen a few times at the shelter. She was very pretty rather than stunning, but with a gentle manner that seemed to draw him in. She was, in fact, the complete opposite of his ice queen ex-wife. He’d first seen her sitting in the common room, surrounded by a multitude of little children staring raptly at her, as she painstakingly showed them how to create art with items from the garden like leaves and flowers, and even a few small twigs. He’d been drawn to peek into the room by the sound of mirth issuing forth and he was curious as to who the tinkling sound belonged to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The next morning as Bella walked into her office right on the dot of eight am, Jessica was springing up, fresh coffee in hand and all the messages and urgent matters that needed to be looked at before her day fully started. As she flicked through them, she noticed a telephone message from one Edward Cullen. Ah yes. She’d been expecting his call for the last day or so, but dreading it all the same. She was anxious to do a good job on Eleazar’s estate work but at the same time she really was not looking forward to working with this Edward Cullen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleazar had been singing his praises for years and was always trying to get them in the same room. Bella swore Eleazor expected them to take one look at each other and fall madly in love on sight, just because he thought they would be good together. Bella had never had the heart to point out the failed marriage of his own daughter to this guy, was evidence of the fact that he had no idea what he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had barely lasted six months, and from what little Bella had seen of Eleazar’s daughter, she knew Tanya was hardly likely to go for the kind, generous-hearted type from the shelter. No, her tastes ran to the more exotic European man, and apparently each and every one of her tennis coaches over the years. She did not hold out much hope of a speedy resolution of this matter. After seeing the mess of a will, and her expectations of the type of man that Tanya Denali would be interested in, she knew she would have her work cut out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suz xxx﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-127460291014632890?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/127460291014632890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=127460291014632890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/127460291014632890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/127460291014632890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/05/fandom-fights-tsunami-compilation.html' title='Fandom Fights Tsunami Compilation'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDJM48PPG04/TcvbGRy1tYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nIXNONJxynM/s72-c/fandomftsunami1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-2993200847128300450</id><published>2011-02-21T02:21:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:10:20.967+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribution to Fandoms Fight the Floods - Covetous</title><content type='html'>I have been very busy lately with writing for a few fundraising efforts, this time for one very close to my heart as it involved flooding in my home state of Queensland, Australia&amp;nbsp;that affected family and friends personally.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LksI3jE3ol8/TWE0zG4xRpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cWRJ7KVFwCc/s1600/FFTF2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LksI3jE3ol8/TWE0zG4xRpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cWRJ7KVFwCc/s640/FFTF2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fundraiser blog is &lt;a href="http://fandomsfightthefloods.blogspot.com/p/home.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and contains information on where to donate to be eligible for this compilation of one-shot fics from over 170 fandom writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queensland, Australia suffered terrible floods in the month of January which covered an area roughly the size of Texas.&amp;nbsp; Since this fundraiser commenced, northern Queensland also suffered through a Category 5 Cyclone which also caused flooding in Victoria , a southern state of Australia.&amp;nbsp; It is estimated that it will take over 2 years to rebuild after such huge losses so your donations to this cause are much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿I chose to write an epilogue for Covet, my entry in the 'In the Closet' contest - it was a vamp slash one-shot and many reviewers wondered what happened next....so here it is - well the teaser anyway. To see the whole fic please donate and you will receive as part of the compilation.&amp;nbsp; The story will post on my fanfiction profile sometime in June.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read the original one-shot, Covet,&amp;nbsp;and would like to, you can read it &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6367798/1/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJp1xwqlfWU/TWEuNyLnjkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/34vSYGm48BE/s1600/covetous-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJp1xwqlfWU/TWEuNyLnjkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/34vSYGm48BE/s640/covetous-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Banner made by the lovely vbfb19 - to see more of her work click &lt;a href="http://s1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc443/vbfb19/Banners%20I%20Made/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"&gt;For fifty years, Jasper had been torn between his secret love for Edward, his mate and his duty to Alice, his wife, for saving his soul.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now, by a twist of fate, Jasper is free to be with Edward and learns just how covetous his mate can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaser:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alice let me into her mind this morning,” he told me sombrely. “She showed me everything she’s been having visions of since she met the family; and please, believe me when I tell you that she didn't want to deceive you, Jasper. It was truly the only way for us to be together as well as for her and Bella to be together. She showed me some of the outcomes if she had done things differently and it wasn’t pretty. I can barely stand to think what I would have done to that harmless little child if we’d come to Forks any earlier than we did.” Edward shuddered as he relived Alice’s vision.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I do believe you, Edward. It’s just been so much to take in. After all these years of waiting and hoping, suddenly everything has changed for us overnight and I can’t help but feel that this is all a dream that I will wake up from. I feel a little afraid of happiness being snatched away right in front of me again. I’m still in shock and can’t seem to shake this feeling that something will go wrong.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward’s mood shifted suddenly from almost euphoric to downright melancholy at my words. I felt terrible, bursting his bubble of happiness and wished I’d kept my thoughts to myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward snorted at that! Yeah, fat lot of good that would have done when I’m in love with a mind-reader!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And he’s desperately in love with you, too.” Edward spoke fervently, his eyes glittering with something; an intensity and openness that I’d yet to see in them before. Normally, his gaze, although loving when we were alone, looked tortured and resigned to a love unfulfilled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am such a dick! We’ve only waited an excruciatingly long fifty odd years to be together in truth and I fuck everything up within the first few minutes. We should be rejoicing at our good fortune, this chance to start a new life together and explore the world as the mated couple we should have been from the start. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward was shaking his head at my thoughts, but I needed to say this out loud. I needed to fix what my errant worries had caused. No more shall I bring those dark shadows to Edward’s eyes or the deepest depths of misery to his heart. I shifted in my seat, bringing me closer to Edward and my free hand reached to gently cup his jaw, my lips placed feather light kisses along its chiselled length.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fuck, Edward! I’m so sorry. I’m such a fool. Of course I’m happy to be with you, ecstatically happy and I can’t wait to start our lives together. I’ve had to hide my love for you far too long and I can think of nothing better than spending the rest of eternity with you.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thankfully, I could feel the uncertainty receding from Edward’s emotions at my words and thoughts. At that moment, I knew what I wanted…no, what I needed to make me believe this was real and not a wonderful dream I would awaken from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Edward, I’d really like to stop if we can for a little while. Things have moved too fast this morning and I am a little bit of a mess actually. I need to feel your arms around me, to ground me…to center me. Is that okay?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward nodded thoughtfully and then jerked the steering wheel sharply to the left, steering the Volvo into a secluded turnoff deep within the forest alongside the highway heading into Seattle. As Edward switched off the ignition, he turned to me and took my face into his hands, smiling as he gently took my lips in a soft slow kiss. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the first brush of his lips against mine, his long fingers stroking my jaw, everything else simply fell away; it was just the two of us in this moment and would be every moment thereafter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jasper, I've waited so long for this. I’ve dreamed of what it would be like to be with you fully and openly; to be able to proclaim you as my mate and lover to the entire world. It's all so surreal! This is the best day of my life next to the day you walked into it. I love you with all my heart and soul and to be able to kiss you and touch you and make love to you when you're mine and mine alone is everything to me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Everything,” he whispered into my ear reverently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Suz xxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-2993200847128300450?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2993200847128300450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=2993200847128300450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2993200847128300450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2993200847128300450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/02/contribution-to-fandom-fights-floods.html' title='Contribution to Fandoms Fight the Floods - Covetous'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LksI3jE3ol8/TWE0zG4xRpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cWRJ7KVFwCc/s72-c/FFTF2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-4531813970987683268</id><published>2011-01-27T18:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:20:26.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fandom against Domestic Violence (FaDV)  compilation - Heart of Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TUEQtXyl5VI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vDRGdHGESlw/s1600/FaDV+banner.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TUEQtXyl5VI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vDRGdHGESlw/s400/FaDV+banner.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Followers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just contributed a one-shot to&amp;nbsp;the Fandom against Domestic Violence compilation.&amp;nbsp; To see the other authors and more information about the fundraiser, visit the blog &lt;a href="http://fandomagainstdomesticviolence.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The compilation of over 100 stories is available for anyone who makes a donation of $10 or more to the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence during the month of February 2011 &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ncadv.org/donate.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and then sends a copy of the donation receipt to&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="mailto:fandomagainstdomesticviolence@gmail.com"&gt;fandomagainstdomesticviolence@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Coalition page also has a lot of information for women, men &amp;amp; children in a domestic violence situation as well as ways others can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cause close to my heart.&amp;nbsp; I left&amp;nbsp;an abusive relationship with two small children and $20 to my name only through the support of close family and friends. Not everybody has that support and tragedies can and do occur every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Teaser and Banner for my contribution - Heart of Glass&lt;br /&gt;&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/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TUEQzgDq4iI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kmprN-9cPJI/s1600/heartofglassbanner1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TUEQzgDq4iI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kmprN-9cPJI/s400/heartofglassbanner1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Banner made by the sexy Robrator. To see more of her banner work go &lt;a href="http://robrator.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Two shattered hearts. Bella is lonely and scared after escaping a violent marriage with two children and a mountain of debt. Edward is jaded and lonely after a stinging betrayal. Can caring for a sick little boy be the glue that puts them back together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tease:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was not going to be a good day. To start with, my employers at the stationery wholesale outlet were not very happy that I was taking another half day to take Riley to see the Paediatrician for more tests. It’s not like I didn’t have the time up my sleeve, and I was taking the time as part of my vacation time, which I was fully entitled to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On top of that, Dr. Volturi had called me to say that he was taking a six months sabbatical to Europe with his wife, and that he had organised a locum to take over his patients for the duration of his absence. He assured me that the locum was highly qualified and that he had gone over Riley’s case file very meticulously with the new doctor. I knew I shouldn’t be worried but I couldn’t help it. Finally I had found a doctor I could put faith into and now he was gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I worked the morning at the office, run off my feet, trying to fit a full day’s work into four hours and then after picking up Riley from school, barely made it to the hospital in time for our appointment to see the new doctor. Dr Cullen I think his name is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Doctor’s receptionist and her assistant seemed all aflutter, and the mood, although usually upbeat anyway, was positively electric today. From thinking I was going to run late, to cooling my heels in the waiting room for what seemed like forever, I started to notice the odd behaviour of some of the moms exiting the doctor’s office. Was I the only woman not wearing a low cut or partially unbuttoned shirt and an itty bitty skirt today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally it was Riley’s turn, and I could see what all the fuss was about as soon as the receptionist showed us into to the Doctor’s office and introduced us. Edward Cullen was the most singularly attractive man I had ever seen, and he had eyes for no one but my son. Even though this was the same office where we had met Dr Volturi, it felt different with the presence of a different doctor. Nothing was out of place or changed from when I was here, but I felt different. Now, instead of worry for my son, I felt uncomfortably aware of the attractiveness of the good Doctor with his distinctive shock of bronze-colored hair and the most unusual green eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As soon as we were settled in the comfortable chairs next to the Doctor’s desk, Dr. Cullen turned to Riley and said. “Now, Riley, what seems to be the problem?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started to list all the symptoms but Dr Cullen raised his finger to his lips and shushed me. Yes…he damn well shushed me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I opened my mouth to express my displeasure when he leaned closer to Riley and faux whispered, “Oh dear, your mom thinks her name’s Riley. I think she has a case of mistaken identity, what do you think?” and wiggled his eyebrows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unable to contribute to the cause, don't worry&amp;nbsp;- the one-shot will be posted to my profile in the middle of March sometime after the fundraiser is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-4531813970987683268?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/4531813970987683268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=4531813970987683268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/4531813970987683268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/4531813970987683268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/01/fandom-against-domestic-violence-fadv.html' title='Fandom against Domestic Violence (FaDV)  compilation - Heart of Glass'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TUEQtXyl5VI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vDRGdHGESlw/s72-c/FaDV+banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-2328471258793293007</id><published>2011-01-11T11:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:52:20.685+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser - Chapter 14 - Scent of a Woman - Repercussions</title><content type='html'>Unbelievable as it may seem -&amp;nbsp;yes the next chapter of Scent is off with my beta to&amp;nbsp;pretty it up.&amp;nbsp;While we're waiting, here is a little tease:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TSu1rJ2OXOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QeMxOes5lFo/s1600/Banner+3A+-+SoaW.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TSu1rJ2OXOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QeMxOes5lFo/s640/Banner+3A+-+SoaW.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Chapter 13-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next few minutes were a blur. I remember Edward suddenly jerking his head around towards Alice on the other side of the car and glaring at her. They both just as quickly jerked back towards me and Edward yelled something out to me but a noisy engine and a squeal of tires drowned out his words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward’s arm shot out pointing at something behind me and as if in slow motion, I wheeled around and saw a large blue van careening across the ice straight towards me. Unlike my truck, my feet were not well equipped to deal with an icy surface and as I moved to get out of the way, they failed me. I started sliding and then scrabbling in fear for my life, making me desperate. Out of nowhere, something slammed into my left side and I hit the ground hard, my skull bouncing on the icy cold surface and then there was just nothing but blissful blackness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I must have been dreaming but I could swear there was a faint scent of pine trees, strong arms gently holding me, cold lips caressing my forehead and a whispered litany of words over and over “Not again…please God…not again.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tease for Chapter 14: (unbeta'd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett snapped me out of my morose thoughts by slapping me on the back and giving me a bear hug just before I got into the Volvo. “You will be fine today, little bro! We’ve got your back!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why had I never noticed before how much Emmett looks out for me and for the rest of the family? His eternal optimism is actually quite uplifting and I resolve to start the day as I mean it to continue – confident in my ability to pull this off. I hug Emmett back and note his surprise at the feel of my arms around him, squeezing him a little more than was comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;grin and slip into my seat, Alice and Jasper already buckled in and ready to go. Alice knows something but is taking my request to heart. At the moment instead of giving me a sneak peak of my day she is naming every variation of the color blue. I chuckle at her choice, remembering Bella’s silky blue panties, hidden inside my own underwear drawer, the analogy not lost on me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Emmett and Rosalie are ready to go in the Jeep parked alongside, I turn the key in the ignition and jump at the music blaring out of my car speakers. Alice! Muse’s Feeling Good assaults my eardrums and I outright laugh. Both Alice and Jasper do a double take at the happy sound and smile almost as wide as I am. As I drive towards school, all of us hum along until the chorus and then all burst into song at the sheer joy we are feeling…it’s addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a new dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a new life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I’m feeling good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice and I are tapping the drum beats out on the dash and Jasper on the back of my seat as we pull into the school parking lot moments after Bella in her truck. I sit there for a moment to collect myself, taking a deep breath I don’t need before I step out of the Volvo and turn to towards Bella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is standing there at the door of her truck, her backpack slung over her shoulders and her hands full with gloves and her iPod. She acknowledges me with a smile and I am transfixed at the sight of her standing there watching at me. I can feel my lips curve upwards of their own volition in response to her avid perusal, it isn’t a conscious action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I was by her side only hours ago, I’m instantly drawn to her, instinctively needing to be by her side, to keep her safe and free from harm. I know it’s irrational – I mean really what harm could befall her in a school parking lot surrounded by a ton of students on a day like every other day. I couldn’t help feeling this way though; it’s not as if fate has been kind to me in the matter of love and my soul mate. Time and again the love of my life has been ripped from my life and I am paranoid that it will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun dun dun ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz xoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-2328471258793293007?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2328471258793293007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=2328471258793293007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2328471258793293007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2328471258793293007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2011/01/teaser-chapter-14-scent-of-woman.html' title='Teaser - Chapter 14 - Scent of a Woman - Repercussions'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TSu1rJ2OXOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QeMxOes5lFo/s72-c/Banner+3A+-+SoaW.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-8662928905619912758</id><published>2010-12-16T11:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T11:06:33.537+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fandom for Preemies - Mistress of My Heart - to be continued...</title><content type='html'>I have just posted my contribution to the Fandom for Preemies compilation - Mistress of my Heart.&amp;nbsp; This one-shot is now being extended into a full length fic after Christmas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: &lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"&gt;No one would accuse Edward of having a submissive personality but when he believes that Bella is leaving him for his own good he’s determined to do anything to keep Bella in his life…even if it means relinquishing complete control to the love of his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"&gt;I have 3 banners for the story and can't choose between them so all 3 are below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"&gt;Christine from Christag_Banners (bannermaker extraordinaire and all round cool chick) made the first two and I was mucking around one night with a free program and made the final one after I had written the story.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TQljkFEeqAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DHzUA14_l5k/s1600/edwardsisobel+Mistress+of+my+Heart+%2528b%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TQljkFEeqAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DHzUA14_l5k/s400/edwardsisobel+Mistress+of+my+Heart+%2528b%2529.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TQljn3yNnSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IxDUTMT7DGY/s1600/edwardsisobel+Mistress+of+my+Heart+a.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"&gt;I had never thought of myself as a weak man or possessing any kind of a submissive nature. Quite the opposite, in fact. My job was in senior management at a large corporation – Financial Controller of Cullen Enterprises, and I directly managed a team of fifty accountants, planners and clerical staff. I was used to making decisions and giving orders all day, every day and, on most occasions, I also chaired the Board Meetings as the current Chairman since Carlisle Cullen himself, had recently moved into semi-retirement in order to spend time with his wife, Esme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I loved it whenever Bella took the initiative in the bedroom, her every action showing me how much she loved and desired me. These times had been so freeing for me, giving the power to someone else, not having to be the one always responsible for making decisions, to be able to simply feel and respond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future happiness was dependent on this night and right at this moment my gut was churning and I could feel myself starting to even sweat a little at the thought that this last ditch attempt with Bella might fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be too melodramatic, but the rest of my life would be determined by what would take place in this room over the next few hours. I was nervous about what I hoped would happen. But I was equally determined to move forward with my plan for the evening. I had never done anything like this, but then again, I had never faced anything like the last six months before and I was prepared to do anything it took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quite honest, I think Bella is planning on leaving me. She has been more distant with me than ever before and keeps telling me that I deserve someone who is not as broken as she is. She is trying to do the right thing by me, even though I constantly tell her that the right thing for me is to be with her, in whatever capacity she wants. She hasn’t agreed with me for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan to relinquish complete control to Bella in the bedroom is my last ditch effort to save our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more, click &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6558827/1/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-8662928905619912758?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8662928905619912758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=8662928905619912758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/8662928905619912758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/8662928905619912758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/12/fandom-for-preemies-mistress-of-my.html' title='Fandom for Preemies - Mistress of My Heart - to be continued...'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TQljkFEeqAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DHzUA14_l5k/s72-c/edwardsisobel+Mistress+of+my+Heart+%2528b%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-7654615985417708656</id><published>2010-12-02T18:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:02:48.674+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser - Chapter 13 of Scent of a Woman</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true.&amp;nbsp; You're not seeing things...Chapter 13 has finally been stitched up and sent off to my beta in the early hours of this morning.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea why I had so much trouble finalising this chapter...maybe it was my preoccupation worrying about the number 13 lol! I have been busy with some contests and a contribution to the Preemie Compilation and 2 chapters of Menage and I hurt my arm and couldn't type...but never fear I have already got a fair bit (okay a little bit) of Chapter 14 written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget, the lovely @callsignC30 reviewed Scent of a Woman on TwiFicPromotions&amp;nbsp; a few weeks ago and said lots of lovely things about it....if you haven't seen the review and would like to, &lt;a href="http://twi-ficpromotions.blogspot.com/2010/11/scent-of-woman.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the link :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TPcxweQvAEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/C2mW7JE_McA/s1600/Banner+3A+-+SoaW.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TPcxweQvAEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/C2mW7JE_McA/s640/Banner+3A+-+SoaW.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little unbeta'd teaser while beans827 performs her magic on the chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Chapter 12-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Edward, can I ask you a question?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He glanced up from his notebook and nodded slowly when he met my eyes. I was lost for long moments, floating in the warm golden sea of his eyes. Beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shook my head to rid myself of its sudden stupor and plucked up my courage, “This may seem like a really strange question, but have we met before? You seem very familiar to me, but I just can’t seem to place where I know you from.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right in front of my eyes, Edward’s face broke out into the most brilliant smile I had ever seen. Then he lifted my fingers to his lips, just like I had seen him do before in my dreams, and gently kissed my knuckles before whispering, “Yes Bella, we have met before, but I’m not sure you’ll believe me as to where.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My fingers were tingling from the contact with his cold hand and cold lips and it was a minute before his words caught up with me. What the hell did he mean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forks 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edward-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TPdQL5TAL4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/APoT1HImSzE/s1600/bella-edward-biology.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TPdQL5TAL4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/APoT1HImSzE/s400/bella-edward-biology.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, at the very least, it seemed that her subconscious knew me, knew that I was familiar and was trying to bring me to the surface of Bella’s brain through her vivid dreams. Could it be this easy? Could I simply tell Bella that we’d met each other before in her previous lives and the prompt would trigger her mind to remember everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella’s question threw me for a loop; never once had my soul mate recognized me to this extent. Our souls had always been drawn together naturally and I had used that, and the fact that I could read my love’s mind, to my advantage in pursuing a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I could think about as I watched her, watching me, nervously biting her lip after she had asked her question. I was leaving her hanging as I stared at her, her nervousness increasing as I worked through the feelings her recognition caused, my inner turmoil as I sorted through a half dozen scenarios about what to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without realizing it, my hand had snaked across the table and taken hers within its firm grip. The feel of her warm skin, her blood flowing so close to the surface, each heartbeat pulsing against the pads of my fingers woke me from the daze her words invoked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire to touch her, to feel her warm skin against mine had always been strong, overpowering, and that had not waned over time. I had never been able to get close enough to her to be satisfied, not even in the throes of passion that we had shared over the years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be different…more…all encompassing, if she knew all there was to know? Would our union transcend the highest plane if she knew and remembered how deep our bond truly was? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;........... and later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TPdQQKesO0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/8zSP135J9N4/s1600/new-moon-movie-pictures-580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TPdQQKesO0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/8zSP135J9N4/s400/new-moon-movie-pictures-580.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett couldn’t stop smiling as he rounded the corner. He was getting the chance to talk to Bella in person, the object of his brother’s affection. Emmett sorely missed his human brother, Ethan, long dead these many years, and was jumping at the bit to take me under his wing and impart his knowledge of the fairer sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I saw them at the end of the hall, I stopped breathing and slumped against the wall as if weak with illness and whispered to him, so fast and so softly that Bella had no idea we were even conversing, to stand between Bella and I until we were safely away from the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you, Bella. I think I might have come back to school a little early, I’m not quite feeling myself just yet.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded and started to walk back to the classroom as I moved away from the wall and walked towards the front door with Emmett pretending to support me. Bella called out to me just before we reached the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you haven’t yet answered my question, Edward Cullen.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett’s eyebrows rose and he couldn’t help himself, “Dude,” he whispered, “has Bella asked you out?” then grunted as I elbowed him hard in the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ and a little cliffy based on the story summary:&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/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TPdPoyZB9oI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DylpJFI3OoE/s1600/edward-saves-bella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TPdPoyZB9oI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DylpJFI3OoE/s400/edward-saves-bella.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: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Story Summary: When Edward vaulted over the Volvo to save Bella from being crushed by the van, Alice had heard him whisper, "Not her!". What she didn't hear were the next two, "Not again!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-7654615985417708656?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7654615985417708656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=7654615985417708656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/7654615985417708656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/7654615985417708656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/12/teaser-chapter-13-of-scent-of-woman.html' title='Teaser - Chapter 13 of Scent of a Woman'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TPcxweQvAEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/C2mW7JE_McA/s72-c/Banner+3A+-+SoaW.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-5724619541831813841</id><published>2010-11-03T12:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:57:03.838+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser - Chapter 6 of Menage a Trois - Camaraderie</title><content type='html'>Finally Chapter 6 of Menage a Trois is with my beta so thought I would send out a little teaser while your waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First some pic teasers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TNDO-O3e-vI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iMRsQi6Loeo/s1600/gear-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TNDO-O3e-vI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iMRsQi6Loeo/s400/gear-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TNDMG1Gv0UI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_X-dFacjZic/s1600/screen-capture-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TNDMG1Gv0UI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_X-dFacjZic/s400/screen-capture-23.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: left;"&gt;And now for the unbeta'd tease:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿Once Jasper was settled into West Point, he had a lot more free weekends and spent all of them with us in New York. I hadn’t had a really close male friend for years, probably not since college, and Jasper surprisingly filled that role with little effort, despite his past with Bella. I’d known the boys from the work band for longer, and although they were all good mates, we usually only hung out on a group basis, never really one on one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jasper and I bonded over our love of music initially. Whenever he was in town, we spent hours together mucking around on my guitars and some of my other instruments. Hours disappeared as if they were mere minutes in his company. Jasper was a whizz at finger style blues guitar which I had only ever dabbled in before and we spent many an afternoon with Jasper teaching me some of his favorite old blues songs. He was a great teacher…very patient and focused. In return I taught him some classical songs including a version of Clare de Lune written for two guitars. It was one of my favorite pieces and sounded amazing with our two guitars harmonizing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella was usually quite content to sit and listen or read a book while we jammed together. She refused to let me teach her, although I would’ve dearly loved to and I’d tried to convince her to let me a number of times over the last few months. She kept insisting that an old boyfriend had tried, but that she was all thumbs and she just wasn’t coordinated enough. The boyfriend, James, had ended up frustrated with her and all they’d done was fight. She didn’t want that to happen with us and she kept reminding me that she was more than happy to simply be my groupie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight, as usual I gave in, probably because I loved it when Bella wanted to role play…and holy hell my favorite was when she pretended to be my groupie. So sue me…who wouldn’t like their woman going all fangirl over them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-5724619541831813841?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5724619541831813841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=5724619541831813841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/5724619541831813841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/5724619541831813841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/11/teaser-chapter-6-of-menage-trois.html' title='Teaser - Chapter 6 of Menage a Trois - Camaraderie'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TNDO-O3e-vI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iMRsQi6Loeo/s72-c/gear-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-6697843642996386281</id><published>2010-10-26T09:37:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:41:04.013+10:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Place Winner - anon Beautiful Edward Challenge - Beauty Crowds Me</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited and needed to share - my little one shot 'Beauty Crowds Me' won 3rd place in the Beautiful Edward Challenge yesterday. It was an anonymous contest so this is the first time its been posted on my profile.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;received a 3rd place banner&amp;nbsp;for "Delectable Edward" as the prize :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TMYJRv7jfMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SP83OrNirlA/s1600/Delectable_winner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TMYJRv7jfMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SP83OrNirlA/s640/Delectable_winner.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay - my fave Edward doing the STRUT from New Moon. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little banner I made for the story on Paint...it's basic but I think it conveys what the story is about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/BeautyCrowdsMeBanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" nx="true" src="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/BeautyCrowdsMeBanner.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Edward is beautiful, of that there is no doubt. His looks have opened so many doors for him, but it has closed just as many others. Has the door slammed shut on what he truly wants? Beautiful Edward Challenge Entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to Beauty Crowds Me on my fanfiction profile &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6425422/1/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to Beautiful Edward Challenge entries &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/~beautifuledwardchallenge"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to read the other entries to the contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation to the other winners - albymangroves, mpg82 and ILoveTweedward :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-6697843642996386281?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6697843642996386281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=6697843642996386281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/6697843642996386281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/6697843642996386281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/10/3rd-place-winner-anon-beautiful-edward.html' title='3rd Place Winner - anon Beautiful Edward Challenge - Beauty Crowds Me'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TMYJRv7jfMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SP83OrNirlA/s72-c/Delectable_winner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-2186046787912524954</id><published>2010-10-22T11:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T11:24:50.742+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fandom for Preemies Contribution - Mistress of my Heart</title><content type='html'>I have contributed a one-shot to be included in a compilation of stories&amp;nbsp;for the Fandom for Preemies which is raising money for the March of Dimes organization.&amp;nbsp; If you want to know more about this - click on the Fandom for Preemies button on the top right hand corner of my blog.&amp;nbsp; If you donate&amp;nbsp;a minimum of $5&amp;nbsp;for a Preemies virtual band with the March of Dimes organisation from 1 - 30 November 2010, &amp;nbsp;it entitles you to receive the compilation of stories.&amp;nbsp; Over 100 writers have contributed.&amp;nbsp; You can see a list of contributing authors on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&amp;nbsp;contribution is a one-shot&amp;nbsp;is called Mistress of my Heart.&amp;nbsp; Here is the banner I've made for it plus a little teaser:&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/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TL_RKWvT-pI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wv8oIBMyxqE/s1600/Mistress+of+my++Heart+7A+Banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="392" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TL_RKWvT-pI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wv8oIBMyxqE/s640/Mistress+of+my++Heart+7A+Banner.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaser:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I looked once more over the assortment of toys placed neatly on the dresser, my heart started to pump out of control again, my thoughts momentarily engaged in an inner debate. On one hand, I hoped with all my heart that Bella and I would be using these devices, yet conversely, I was also desperately scared that we would be leaving our naivety behind tonight and entering into the unknown. I wasn’t too afraid to admit that I was a little scared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nevertheless, I was having a hard time pinning down what it was that I was exactly afraid of. Inside, I was desperately worried that I wouldn’t like the planned activities for this evening and would have to go through the motions of submission, possibly for the rest of my life, simply to be with her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or, was I afraid that I would like it too much? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had never thought of myself as a weak man or possessing any kind of a submissive nature. Quite the opposite, in fact. My job was in senior management at a large corporation – Financial Controller of Cullen Enterprises, and I directly managed a team of 50 accountants, planners and clerical staff. I was used to making decisions and giving orders all day, every day and, on most occasions, I also chaired the Board Meetings as the current Chairman since Carlisle Cullen himself, had recently moved into semi-retirement in order to spend time with his wife, Esme.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, I loved it whenever Bella took the initiative in the bedroom, her every action showing me how much she loved and desired me. These times had been so freeing for me, giving the power to someone else, not having to be the one always responsible for making decisions, to be able to simply feel and respond. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My future happiness was dependent on this night and right at this moment my gut was churning and I could feel myself starting to even sweat a little at the thought that this last ditch attempt with Bella might fail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out the Fandom for Preemies link - it is for a very good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-2186046787912524954?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2186046787912524954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=2186046787912524954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2186046787912524954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2186046787912524954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/10/fandom-for-preemies-contribution.html' title='Fandom for Preemies Contribution - Mistress of my Heart'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TL_RKWvT-pI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wv8oIBMyxqE/s72-c/Mistress+of+my++Heart+7A+Banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-575112954372819881</id><published>2010-10-03T03:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T03:07:32.429+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My entry in the anonymous In the Closet Contest - Covet</title><content type='html'>..........and you all&amp;nbsp; thought I was being lazy over the last month because there were no Scent or Menage updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a little (ok - a not so little) Edward/Jasper vamp slash one-shot for the anonymous In the Closet contest.&amp;nbsp; The contest has finished and the winners were announced this morning so we can post on our profiles now- congrats to Angstgoddess003 and PastichePen for first&amp;nbsp; and second place wins in the M/M category - lovely stories.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you haven't already, go&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2424392/intheclosetcontest"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to read all the entries from the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the banner for my one-shot - Covet - made by the lovely Christine from Christag_banners &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKdMxGzM4RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kM_PjwwuiKM/s1600/edwardsisobel+Covet.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKdMxGzM4RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kM_PjwwuiKM/s640/edwardsisobel+Covet.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the link to the fic on my Fan Fiction profile is &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6367798/1/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one-shot is written completely from Jasper's POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;Edward and Jasper thought they were doomed to a life of longing and regret until they meet someone who holds the key to unlock their future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-575112954372819881?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/575112954372819881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=575112954372819881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/575112954372819881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/575112954372819881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-entry-in-anonymous-in-closet-contest.html' title='My entry in the anonymous In the Closet Contest - Covet'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKdMxGzM4RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kM_PjwwuiKM/s72-c/edwardsisobel+Covet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-1343388295434591749</id><published>2010-10-02T04:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T04:57:21.963+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Age of Edward 2010 Contest Entry</title><content type='html'>I have been having a little addiction to fanfiction contests over the last month so my regular stories&amp;nbsp;have been&amp;nbsp;on hold for a little while.&amp;nbsp; I have entered 2 anonymous contests which are still running so I cannot post any details as yet.&amp;nbsp; I have also just posted "C'est la Vie", my entry for the 2010 Age of Edward contest which is based in Versailles Paris in the 18th Century. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMkepOwGSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pO8H7QCmk84/s1600/By+edwardsisobel+C%27est+la+Vie+2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="419" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMkepOwGSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pO8H7QCmk84/s640/By+edwardsisobel+C%27est+la+Vie+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is the link to&amp;nbsp;the fic on fanfiction.net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6365208/1/Cest_la_Vie"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6365208/1/Cest_la_Vie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is the link to the contest page on fanfiction.net so you can read the other stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/community/Age_of_Edward_2010/84445/"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/community/Age_of_Edward_2010/84445/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;There is also an anonymous banner contest and a lovely lady (who I can't name yet) made the above banner for this story&amp;nbsp;and has&amp;nbsp;entered the contest.&amp;nbsp; To see all the banners, they are on the Age of Edward blog here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ageofedward.com/?page_id=102"&gt;http://www.ageofedward.com/?page_id=102&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;To give you an idea of what life was like in Versailles in these times, I thought I would post this vid from the movie &lt;i&gt;Marie Antoinette&lt;/i&gt; starring Kirsten Dunst.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/Zpi3Qi0EjS0/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zpi3Qi0EjS0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zpi3Qi0EjS0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you have been following me for a while, you know I am big into researching the era's and places I write about so here are some pics of real life people and places that are referred to in my story.&amp;nbsp; Luckily I worked in Paris for a little while a few (quite a few) years ago and visited Versailles the township for lunch with the people I worked with and who lived there.&amp;nbsp; After a very long and rather alcoholic lunch they took us on a guided tour of the Palace gardens and the palace itself. &amp;nbsp; It is utterly amazing...and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Palace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxM-qIi9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/isJG7xVeNts/s1600/Versailles+&amp;amp;+statue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxM-qIi9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/isJG7xVeNts/s400/Versailles+&amp;amp;+statue.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxVZ7e5rI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NubXtcYfUEc/s1600/versailles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxVZ7e5rI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NubXtcYfUEc/s400/versailles.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxYeck8WI/AAAAAAAAAH0/m4TxQhvsMMc/s1600/the-baroque-palace-of-versailles-is-a-royal-chateau-in-the-ile-de-france-region-it-is-one-of-the-most-popular-tourist-destinations-in-france.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxYeck8WI/AAAAAAAAAH0/m4TxQhvsMMc/s400/the-baroque-palace-of-versailles-is-a-royal-chateau-in-the-ile-de-france-region-it-is-one-of-the-most-popular-tourist-destinations-in-france.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxZgFQqXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nqT3TrNvaOA/s1600/The-Palace-of-Versailles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxZgFQqXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nqT3TrNvaOA/s400/The-Palace-of-Versailles.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxcnNrrSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rDd8U_qjNXg/s1600/1versle1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMx-ZMuDwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uULI2gp9u4I/s1600/The_Palace_of_Versailles_by_TeoJade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMx-ZMuDwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uULI2gp9u4I/s400/The_Palace_of_Versailles_by_TeoJade.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMyATIRlYI/AAAAAAAAAII/dXVBjk2_qQo/s400/thearte+versailles5.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Theatre within the Palace&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxeHe2KNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wae-96IFroo/s1600/aoe+grouping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMyJ1PLWpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fbENpq0txss/s1600/Versailles+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMyJ1PLWpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fbENpq0txss/s400/Versailles+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxcnNrrSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rDd8U_qjNXg/s1600/1versle1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMyMmz9f2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/fIM9Zc8TrpQ/s1600/versailles_gardens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMyMmz9f2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/fIM9Zc8TrpQ/s400/versailles_gardens.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKPzPaGuqFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AI8wPHc1EsA/s1600/Versailles+Folly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKPzPaGuqFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AI8wPHc1EsA/s400/Versailles+Folly.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Folly in the gardens of Versailles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMyNAWHcUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oCzVKmPvCT0/s1600/versailles-water-show.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMyNAWHcUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oCzVKmPvCT0/s400/versailles-water-show.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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: left;"&gt;A pic from the movie Marie-Antoinette to give you idea of the reception rooms and the fashions of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxeHe2KNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wae-96IFroo/s1600/aoe+grouping.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMxeHe2KNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wae-96IFroo/s400/aoe+grouping.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paintings of real people referred to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKNCJ9vM3NI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cXhmaWUW-So/s320/Louis+and+Marie+Antoinette.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Louis XVI and Marie-Antoinette&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKNCJ9vM3NI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cXhmaWUW-So/s1600/Louis+and+Marie+Antoinette.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKNCMBySOxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ANiQbREL_bI/s320/428px-Marie_Antoinette_Adult.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marie-Antoinette in full court dress&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKNCMBySOxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ANiQbREL_bI/s1600/428px-Marie_Antoinette_Adult.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKNCPuHpuqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bWLVbfPM_PA/s320/458px-Lebr04.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marie-Antoinette with 3 of her children&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKNCPuHpuqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bWLVbfPM_PA/s1600/458px-Lebr04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKNCSpcqV6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3s6y4eIFzZ4/s400/476px-Marie-th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se_Louise_de_Savoie-Carignan_princesse_de_Lamballe--Joseph-Siffred_Duplessis_mg_9507.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;princesse de Lamballe, the Queen's best friend who met a terrible death in the hands of the mob&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKNCSpcqV6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3s6y4eIFzZ4/s1600/476px-Marie-th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se_Louise_de_Savoie-Carignan_princesse_de_Lamballe--Joseph-Siffred_Duplessis_mg_9507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKNCVyLpZMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JFjY_iDzZYQ/s400/Charles_X_of_France+Artois.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comte de Artois - The Kings brother and friend to the Queen &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKNCVyLpZMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JFjY_iDzZYQ/s1600/Charles_X_of_France+Artois.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMyRl2jyzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1wgaBTF100w/s1600/womens+revolt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun writing this story, hope you enjoy reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-1343388295434591749?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1343388295434591749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=1343388295434591749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/1343388295434591749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/1343388295434591749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/10/age-of-edward-2010-contest-entry.html' title='Age of Edward 2010 Contest Entry'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TKMkepOwGSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pO8H7QCmk84/s72-c/By+edwardsisobel+C%27est+la+Vie+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-8416198193300398610</id><published>2010-08-20T12:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:57:24.888+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser for Chapter 5 - Menage a Trois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TG3o1qGW4wI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bAxMeYnisSE/s1600/edwardsisobel_Meage_a_Trois.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TG3o1qGW4wI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bAxMeYnisSE/s640/edwardsisobel_Meage_a_Trois.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5 has been written and sent to my beta and pre-reader to check out before I post.&amp;nbsp; While we are waiting a few days, here is a little teaser for what's coming up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we sat around the table drinking, talking and stuffing ourselves on the Chinese food I had brought, I watched the interaction between Jasper and Bella. I could tell that they were very fond of each other; both comfortable with showing affection for each other and talking animatedly of their time at school. Bella recounted how Jasper had listened to her for hours gushing about her first boyfriend, some guy called Mike Newton, even though she was pretty sure that Jasper had a crush on him too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jasper had looked at her in shock at her words, startled enough to blurt out, “I never had a crush on that weasel, Mike Newton. Seriously, Swan. You are delusional.” He rolled his eyes at her and shook his head. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella blushed beautifully, “Jasper Whitlock, don’t you lie to me. You spent hours talking about Mike with me. You so too had a crush.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Bella, sometimes you are so clueless. I talked to you about Mike Newton because that’s who you wanted to talk about and that’s what friends do! Mike fucking lame ass Newton was not the person I had a crush on in senior year!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella looked crestfallen for a minute, “Oh…of course…Lauren.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hang on a second. Lauren is not a fucking boy’s name!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella looked down at her hands clasped on the table top and hid behind her curtain of hair for a minute, completely missing Jasper rolling his eyes at her again. But I did not. I suddenly knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Jasper had meant Bella.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohhhh...Jasper swung both ways. Bella conveniently left out that little nugget of information! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was not good news.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella finally looked up and glared at Jasper, before snarling at him. “Jasper, I’ve never understood what you saw in the skank. That Bitch hated my guts and made my life miserable. I’m still a little pissed at you.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jasper reached out his hand and gripped Bella’s fingers which were clenched into a fist. “Okay, okay, I admit that hooking up with Lauren was probably a big mistake. Are you happy now?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Probably a big mistake, Jasper?” Bella questioned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I burst into laughter as Jasper fluttered his eyelashes at Bella, which was completely at odds with his very masculine presence. “Are you two seriously still arguing about a hook-up that happened ten years ago?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella and Jasper turned towards me at my words, both looking at me rather sheepishly. Jasper shrugged. “It’s what we do; we reminisce about the good ole days.” He said in his deep southern drawl as he drew Bella into his arms for a hug.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was almost certain by the end of that first night that Jasper still did, in fact, continue to have that crush on Bella. She, I was certain, had absolutely no idea. I comforted myself with the knowledge that if Jasper hadn’t told Bella by now of his feelings, then he was never going to, for whatever reason. I briefly wondered why he never had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t mind telling you that I was hesitant about leaving them alone at Bella’s apartment the next morning, but I had to head off to work and the thought that Bella was oblivious to Jasper’s feelings, made it marginally easier to leave them. I made it through the few days Jasper was in town by becoming quite good friends with the guy. What is that saying again? Keep your friends close and people who fancy your fiancé closer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that’s what I did. I planned ways to get closer to Jasper, to get to know him and reassure myself that he had no designs on my fiancé. In following this plan though, I found that we had quite a bit in common, and it turned out that I actually liked spending time with him. Bella was so happy that we got on so well. She didn’t say anything, but I could see her sitting there in the chair watching us joke around and getting lost in long involved conversations about books, classic boys’ movies and favorite bands. Her shining eyes and the little smile hovering around her mouth was enough to tell me how she felt about her two favorite men hitting it off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TG3s4ZDEFGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/od2WHu6hKKM/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TG3s4ZDEFGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/od2WHu6hKKM/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-8416198193300398610?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8416198193300398610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=8416198193300398610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/8416198193300398610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/8416198193300398610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/08/teaser-for-chapter-5-menage-trois.html' title='Teaser for Chapter 5 - Menage a Trois'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TG3o1qGW4wI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bAxMeYnisSE/s72-c/edwardsisobel_Meage_a_Trois.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-5340177952290311555</id><published>2010-07-22T12:11:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:56:55.149+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser for Chapter 12 - Scent of a Woman - Restraint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TEeirAnN6jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Y2DPiKItFi8/s1600/Banner+3A+-+SoaW.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TEeirAnN6jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Y2DPiKItFi8/s400/Banner+3A+-+SoaW.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little teaser for Chapter 12 while it's being beta'd&amp;nbsp;by Beans827:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We arrived only moments before the bell sounded signalling the start of the school day. Bella was already here, her large red truck sticking out like a sore thumb amongst all the boring suburban vehicles. Her scent lingered in her truck, which we passed on the way to the front entrance, as well as in the hallway as we separated into our various classes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first class today was Math; my next was Biology with Bella. My stomach roiled, it felt like a mass of butterflies were flying around in there. I wondered whether I had actually drunk too much before coming to school. I had never heard of a vampire vomiting up blood before, but I was thinking I might be the first. The math class seemed to take forever,&amp;nbsp;when finally the bell sounded and I rushed to the lab.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to be there first to mentally prepare myself for meeting Bella again. Emmett was in the next room and for once he kept himself reined in and resisted teasing me. In fact, according to his thoughts, he was almost as nervous as I was about this class with Bella. Despite all the teasing and the rough-housing that Emmett enjoyed with Jasper and me, he truly loved the family with a depth that would seem quite surprising if you took him at face value. Underneath his large build, he had such a heart of gold and was genuinely overjoyed that I might, in his view, have found someone to love. It didn’t faze him one little bit that Bella was human, unlike a few others in the family who were plagued with concerns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sudden case of nerves hit me as more students starting filing into the room. I felt exactly like a seventeen year old boy with his first crush. I don’t even think I felt this nervous around a girl when I was actually a human seventeen year old. In every other time that I had found my soul mate in her previous lives, she had been a little older, and circumstances were always such that our relationships had occurred in an adult environment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How was this going to work? I was starting to panic, my supposed plans for the day had completely flown from my brain. Bella was 17 and in 2005 that was considered very young. She was too young to be involved in a serious relationship, too young to consider marriage. How would I be able to protect her if we would only be able to be with each other on occasion? My mind was going haywire. What the hell was I thinking? I don’t think I’m ready to do this. I had even gone so far as to stand up to leave the room when I felt a wave of calm descend over me and Jasper’s whispered words, “You can do this, Edward.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took a deep breath and thanked Jasper under my breath. It wasn’t like this was the first time I had had to approach my soul mate when technically she didn’t know me from Adam. Mind you, not knowing what Bella was thinking was an added complication I had never had to face before. Along with the alluring call of her blood, the lack of access to her mind had certainly been sent to try me after all this time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I closed my eyes to centre myself and it was at that point in time that I felt the pull my body had towards Bella kick in. I opened my eyes and there she was, standing in the doorway staring at me, as if she could hardly believe her eyes. As if in a daze she almost glided across the floor, past the other tables and slipped into her seat, never taking her eyes from mine. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her heaven-scented blood, pumping through her delicate purple veins just below the surface of her pale skin, still called to me but the pull was so much less than it had been a week ago. My throat still burned, quite strongly in fact, but it was manageable, with enough concentration. I smiled at her and opened my mouth to introduce myself.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TEeoJwlkWPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DjiWDHZGOG0/s1600/bella-edward-biology.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TEeoJwlkWPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DjiWDHZGOG0/s400/bella-edward-biology.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-5340177952290311555?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/5340177952290311555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/5340177952290311555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/07/teaser-for-chapter-12-scent-of-woman.html' title='Teaser for Chapter 12 - Scent of a Woman - Restraint'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TEeirAnN6jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Y2DPiKItFi8/s72-c/Banner+3A+-+SoaW.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-1728944802348452592</id><published>2010-07-13T16:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:59:30.119+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Banner</title><content type='html'>I am just so excited.&amp;nbsp; I found out one of my story reviewers makes banners.&amp;nbsp; Really good banners.&amp;nbsp; As you could probably tell by now, mine have all been made by me on paint and they have been very very basic. The lovely Christine from Christag Banners has made me one for Menage a Trois which I completely adore. Here it is:&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/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TDwMzYjrYVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SHqpQsjB1pc/s1600/edwardsisobel_Meage_a_Trois.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TDwMzYjrYVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SHqpQsjB1pc/s400/edwardsisobel_Meage_a_Trois.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Christine's blog has heaps of other lovely banners&amp;nbsp;that she has made &lt;a href="http://christagbanners.blogspot.com/"&gt;here:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Christine has made me a few more but they are for stories not posted yet but coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/1017285961012590201-1728944802348452592?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/1728944802348452592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/1728944802348452592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-banner.html' title='New Banner'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TDwMzYjrYVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SHqpQsjB1pc/s72-c/edwardsisobel_Meage_a_Trois.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-8466645077476002812</id><published>2010-06-30T09:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:56:00.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics for Chapter 11 - Scent of a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Chapter 11 has just been posted on twilighted, fan fiction and the writers coffee shop library today.&amp;nbsp; Here are some pics to accompany the story, as there are quite a few real life people and places from the 1920's and events mentioned in the chapter, that I thought might interest a few readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is Fred Astaire dancing on Broadway with his sister Adele in 1921.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCok0KbUVFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3NjNiWFEOqA/s1600/270px-AdeleFred1921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCok0KbUVFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3NjNiWFEOqA/s400/270px-AdeleFred1921.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward reads a book given to him by Carlisle as a bit of an in joke called "The Voyages of Dr Doolittle about a man who can hear and understand animals.&amp;nbsp; The book was published in 1922 and won the Newberry Medal in 1923.&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/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCoku8QLayI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-3kXJ8zjQLE/s1600/200px-Voyages_of_Doctor_Dolittle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCoku8QLayI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-3kXJ8zjQLE/s320/200px-Voyages_of_Doctor_Dolittle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the church that Edward attends with Elizabeth's family. It is the Lakeview Presbyterian Church on Addison Street in Chicago, built in 1888.&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/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCoaFE7lmAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DoGC9DOq26k/s1600/Lakevidew+Presbyterian+Church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCoaFE7lmAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DoGC9DOq26k/s320/Lakevidew+Presbyterian+Church.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Edward takes&amp;nbsp;Elizabeth on an outing to The Art Institute on&amp;nbsp; Michigan Avenue overlooking the Lakefront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCokZdHGikI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0JnpmNEoTf8/s1600/c-1988_View_of_The_Art_Institute_of_Chicago_c1920_F.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCokZdHGikI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0JnpmNEoTf8/s400/c-1988_View_of_The_Art_Institute_of_Chicago_c1920_F.png" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The painting &lt;em&gt;Paris Street; Rainy Day &lt;/em&gt;by Caillebotte that&amp;nbsp;Elizabeth is fascinated with and where Edward vows that he will take her and fulfill all of their young dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&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/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCoj51sTArI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PzNDcVhrwrc/s1600/Caillebotte_Gustaved+1877+Paris+Street;+Rainy+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCoj51sTArI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PzNDcVhrwrc/s400/Caillebotte_Gustaved+1877+Paris+Street%3B+Rainy+Day.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo of Navy Pier where Edward and&amp;nbsp;Elizabeth visited various amusements.&lt;br /&gt;&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/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCojvTlZKgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QBk4BKfIl2A/s1600/Navy+Pier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCojvTlZKgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QBk4BKfIl2A/s400/Navy+Pier.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo of an early photomaton from 1927.&amp;nbsp; These were in New York at this time and in Paris but I'm not too sure about Chicago, so I took a little artistic licence here for the story....plus I needed to fill Edward's memento box!&lt;br /&gt;&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/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCojg1POqlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0NL834zScSE/s1600/One+of+the+first+Photomaton+studios,+1927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TCojg1POqlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0NL834zScSE/s400/One+of+the+first+Photomaton+studios,+1927.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up in Chapter 12: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was Bella dreaming of when Edward, Carlisle and Emmett visited her room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward goes back to school.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TByFIc5M4kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/G2KzWYGANzc/s400/Menage+a+Trois+Banner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This chapter is in Edwards POV and he has some secrets too....ah seeing a pattern here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This chapter was going to have a little on Edward meeting Bella and then get on to the good stuff with what happened with Jasper before Bella walked in and surprised them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, Edward, being Edward is a bit of a romantic and he likes to take his time when talking about the love he has for Bella....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484390474285684722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TBx4FC1Vl_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/sWuJxA3hw4I/s320/couple+sleeping+hugging.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;It was cold and I scooted back into the bed, under the covers, drawing Bella back into my chest. She hummed in pleasure and kissed my shoulder before slipping into a deep sleep. I thought I would be following shortly thereafter but sleep eluded me as I pondered the revelations I had made as we were making love. Yes that’s right, making love. It hadn’t just been sex, not from the first moment I had laid eyes on her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then Edward meets Jasper....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484402809097253746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TByDTBllc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/4KyJyVOzMXM/s320/Jasper+and+Edward.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;After work the next day, I grabbed some beers and Chinese takeout on the way over to Bella’s and arrived just a few minutes late. As I knocked on the door, Bella opened it and then stepped aside to introduce me to Jasper Whitlock, her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had only taken two steps into the room, when I looked up, and just stopped. Before me was a very tall, very good looking, blond man in khaki trousers and a black short sleeved shirt. I saw the hint of a tattoo just poking out of the sleeve on his right arm. I felt the breath knocked out of me. This blond god of a man was my fiancé’s best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he looked up at me and his cerulean blue eyes just seemed to see right inside me and I shivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun dun dun.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chapter is being beta'd right now so hopefully will be in a fit state to be posted soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1017285961012590201-7962163867005267725?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7962163867005267725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=7962163867005267725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/7962163867005267725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/7962163867005267725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/06/teaser-chapter-4-of-menage-trois.html' title='Teaser - Chapter 4 of Menage a Trois - Beautiful'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TByFIc5M4kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/G2KzWYGANzc/s72-c/Menage+a+Trois+Banner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-4515278838244462453</id><published>2010-06-11T18:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:40:26.219+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser for Chapter 11 - Scent of a Woman - Radiant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Banner3A-SoaW-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Medium Baner - Scent of a Woman" src="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/Banner3A-SoaW-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward sees Bella in class on her first day in Forks and realizes she is the reincarnation of his first love and soulmate, Elizabeth, who was killed most heinously, leading him to start his vengeful killing spree back in the 1920's. Unfortunately Edward doesn't get his happily ever after when meeting Bella just yet, because unlike Elizabeth, Bella is his singer and he nearly kills her himself in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlisle comes up with a plan to desensitise Edward to Bella's blood so that he can be around her without killing her. While he is submerging himself in Bella's scent, Edward reminisces about his love for her in her previous life when her name was Elizabeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last chapter, Edward finally revealed himself to Elizabeth after realizing that he knew her when he was human and they have just gone on their first date to the cinema and then onto to supper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481429442054504258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TBHzCSMGv0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/NRH5DXU9rjE/s320/tumblr_kt8fikbLiA1qa6heqo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing with Elizabeth was like nothing I had ever known before. My entire body was alive with an electric charge where we touched. Her slender fingers gathered in my hand, the warmth of her body burning through the material of my jacket and shirt, all the way through to my sensitive skin beneath. The soft warmth of her cheek resting against the cold skin of my neck and her generous breasts squashed against my chest, the inside of my thigh against her hip as I led her around the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every sense I possessed was attuned to every nuance of her breath, every tiny movement she made, every thought running through her mind. So much so that all the other voices in my head were muted and all I could hear was her thoughts and her infinite joy in being held in my arms again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481430685678174274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TBH0KrDGAEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dEr7Ywr5_Ig/s320/couple+kissing+2+1920s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I glanced around and confirmed that we were alone in the room before I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Elizabeth, one day, if it is the very last thing I do, we will be living in Paris. You will be painting and I will be composing. We will have our happy ever after. I promise you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a throat clearing behind me, jerked me to my senses. In that short time, a couple of old men had entered the room and were glaring at us. I must confess, being around Elizabeth was proving that whenever she was near, I was oblivious to the world around me. Only she existed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth blushed and confirmed that she was ready to leave. We sauntered out of the room and one of the old men winked at me as I walked past. He was thinking that if he was younger he would have given me a run for my money with the beautiful young lady. My arm crept around Elizabeth’s waist then and as she looked at me quizzically, I muttered “Dirty old man.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-4515278838244462453?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/4515278838244462453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=4515278838244462453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/4515278838244462453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/4515278838244462453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/06/teaser-for-chapter-11-scent-of-woman.html' title='Teaser for Chapter 11 - Scent of a Woman - Radiant'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/TBHzCSMGv0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/NRH5DXU9rjE/s72-c/tumblr_kt8fikbLiA1qa6heqo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-1967758576760184047</id><published>2010-04-12T13:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:56:54.102+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser 2 - Chap 3 of Menage a Trois</title><content type='html'>Chap 3 - Missed Opportunities - Jasper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/man" o="34" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae316/kckolbe/man-flowers_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All too soon, the school year came to an end and we were forced to go our separate ways.  It had always been a tradition in my family to join the military and I was no different.  Being brought up in that life, I had made the decision a long time ago to follow in my father’s footsteps and joined the army. I was starting basic training at Fort Benning in Georgia.  Bella had been accepted into Harvard Business School in Boston seeing as how she was hell bent on getting out of Forks as soon as she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parting had been bittersweet and we had promised each other faithfully to stay in touch.  To our credit, we did stay in touch by text, email and phone calls.  My training was gruelling and time off was at a minimum.  Then one Friday, six months after training had commenced, I had four days off and I used them to surprise Bella at her dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day she had told me that she was staying in that night and painting her nails so I felt confident that we would be able to catch up in person.  I could barely contain my excitement at seeing her again and hoped that this time she might see me as something more than a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my plane had touched down, I had hailed a cab and directed it straight to Bella’s place.   I decided I could check in to the hotel later, but I couldn’t wait any longer to see her. I was still wearing the army fatigues that I had donned early in the morning and hoped Bella wouldn’t mind that I hadn’t taken the time to change into civilian wear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way through the university grounds, I came across a flower bed with pale pink and white tulips, Bella’s favourite.  I surreptiously reached out and snagged a handful of the not quite open buds to give to my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found her dorm room easily and was just about to lift my hand to knock when I heard the sound of Bella moaning coming from the other side.  My heart plummeted at the sound.  Bella had told me only a few days ago that she had broken up with yet another boyfriend before it had gotten serious because it just hadn’t felt right.  Judging by the sounds coming from the room beyond, Bella had quickly found someone else to replace the loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands clenched at my sides, mirroring the pain in my heart, as I watched dispassionately as the mangled remains of the flower posy scattered over the floor in front of Bella’s door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I had not told Bella I was coming.  It would have been too mortifying to have blurted out my feelings for her only to find that she already had someone else in her life.  I leaned my forehead against the door just to catch a whiff of the heady scent that was Bella’s and then I was leaving.   No sooner had I rested my weight against the door than it sprang open, the catch obviously unhooked.  What greeted my eyes was like a scene from my favorite porn movie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-1967758576760184047?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1967758576760184047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=1967758576760184047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/1967758576760184047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/1967758576760184047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/04/teaser-2-chap-3-of-menage-trois.html' title='Teaser 2 - Chap 3 of Menage a Trois'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-3956948713932423180</id><published>2010-04-11T14:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:08:36.558+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic and teaser for Chap 3 of Menage a Trois</title><content type='html'>Coming up soon - Chapter 3: Jasper's POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/soldier back/curfcheer/american_soldier.jpg?o=34" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g233/curfcheer/american_soldier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MatLibrary.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/MatLibrary.jpg" border="0" alt="MaT - Library" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found out that day that Bella had only moved to town a few weeks earlier than I had and she had thought that she had become friends with Jessica and Lauren.  Once the novelty of hanging out with the new girl had worn off, they had reverted to their normal selves.  The last week had been a litany of nasty comments about her lack of trendy clothes, her boring brown hair and eyes, her lack of make-up and being the police chief’s goody two- shoes daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they had started on the absence of her mother and she had fled to the library to stay out of their way.  I shyly admitted to hiding out as well, although Bella confessed to not understanding why such a cute boy was worried about being picked on. I blushed, and once Bella realized what she had said, she blushed as well.  By the end of lunch, we had become firm friends and agreed to meet in the same spot next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning, I was actually looking forward to school and my planned assignation with Bella in the library.  Jessica had been particularly nasty to Bella that morning as Mike Newton had paid close attention to Bella in gym class and everybody but Mike, knew that Jessica regarded him as her property.  The whole lunchtime was spent dissecting Jessica’s every comment and a discussion of Mike Newton’s manly perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was forced to listen to Bella catalogue all of Mike Newton’s finer points for the better part of 30 minutes and as each minute passed, my heart plummeted further into my stomach with the knowledge that Bella only saw me as a friend.  It was my own fault.  I had sat there through the whole diatribe and agreed with everything Bella said.  I argued with myself that I would rather have Bella as a friend than as nothing at all, so I kept quiet about how I really felt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not long to wait - just a little fine-tuning and the chapter will be uploaded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suzanne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-3956948713932423180?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/3956948713932423180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=3956948713932423180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/3956948713932423180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/3956948713932423180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/04/pic-and-teaser-for-chap-3-of-menage.html' title='Pic and teaser for Chap 3 of Menage a Trois'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-2634354809979861880</id><published>2010-04-07T02:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T03:28:00.089+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics for Chapter 10 Scent of a Woman</title><content type='html'>Thought I would add some pics to this blog as a lot of historical places and things were mentioned in this chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwards New Car: 1927 Model T Ford Roadster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=27_Ford_Model_Rdstr_DV_05_Shdy_02.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=27_Ford_Model_Rdstr_DV_05_Shdy_02.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/27_Ford_Model_Rdstr_DV_05_Shdy_02.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes catalogues from the late 1920's show the Norfolk Suit - the one with the man facing backwards and the belt at the back of the suit and men's underwear - just in case you wondering what Edward was wearing under his suit.....oh well maybe that was just me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=norfolksuit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="1920s Mens Suit catalogue" src="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/norfolksuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mensunderwear1920s.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="1920s Mens Underwear catalogue" src="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/mensunderwear1920s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella's black dress with silver detailing is the dress that the woman in the middle of the catalogue is wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=womansdresses1920s.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="1920s Womens Dresses" src="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/womansdresses1920s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the inside of the Palmer House Motel where Edward is staying now(recent) it is now part of the Hilton Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=palmerhousehotellobby.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Palmer House Hotel Lobby" src="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/palmerhousehotellobby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the Chicago Theatre (inside and out) where Edward and Elizabeth saw the Jazz Singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=275px-Chicago_Theater_Interior.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/275px-Chicago_Theater_Interior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=150px-20070719_Chicago_Theatre.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chap 11 - Chicago Theatre" src="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/150px-20070719_Chicago_Theatre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A still from the movie &lt;em&gt;The Jazz Singer&lt;/em&gt; which Edward and Elizabeth saw on their first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thejazzsingerpic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Still from The Jazz Singer" src="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz34/edwardsisobel/thejazzsingerpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-2634354809979861880?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2634354809979861880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=2634354809979861880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2634354809979861880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2634354809979861880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/04/pics-for-chapter-10-scent-of-woman.html' title='Pics for Chapter 10 Scent of a Woman'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-8181328585597361393</id><published>2010-04-05T16:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:48:22.634+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser for Chapter 10 - Scent of a Woman</title><content type='html'>How I hate to start another post with apologies for taking so long to update. I had an epic case of writers block and moving house over the last month. Anyway, Chapter 10 is written and beta'd and just waiting for validation over on twilighted.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little teaser for Chapter 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just then, the sun broke through the clouds that had been darkening the meadow and I could tell when Elizabeth saw the reason why I kept to the woods and stayed in the shadows. She shielded her eyes with one hand and reached out the other to touch my face sparkling brightly in the bright midday sun. She gasped in shock and all I heard from both her lips and running through her mind were the words, “Beautiful…so beautiful.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ducked my head in embarrassment and this time she lifted my face to hers. “Don’t hide, Edward. I guess this is why vampires don’t come out in the daytime? “I nodded and she continued, “Please tell me you don’t sleep in a coffin like in that movie?” Oh Lord, she had a sense of humor. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I laughed out loud. “No Liz, my love, I don’t own a coffin and I definitely would never sleep in one, in fact I don’t sleep at all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not ever? Don’t you get tired?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Liz, I haven’t slept since 1918 and no, I don’t get tired. Although I used to long for sleep so that I could dream of you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth smiled at my words and then looked up at the sky in a panic realizing how late it had become. “Oh dear, I have to go now or I will be late to the hospital.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brief moment of sunshine disappeared as quickly as it had come and dark clouds obscured the sun from the meadow. I smiled when I realized that I could prolong my time with Elizabeth. I bowed formally to her and then crooked my elbow, “Shall we, my dear?” Elizabeth threaded her arm through mine and we walked towards town and her volunteer job at the hospital. Elizabeth looked at me uncertainly as we walked up to the front entrance and I assured her I would be waiting at the coffee shop across the road for her at the end of her shift. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suzanne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-8181328585597361393?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8181328585597361393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=8181328585597361393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/8181328585597361393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/8181328585597361393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/04/teaser-for-chapter-10-scent-of-woman.html' title='Teaser for Chapter 10 - Scent of a Woman'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-710331831467684513</id><published>2010-02-18T12:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:08:52.010+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser for Chapter 9 - Scent of a Woman</title><content type='html'>Chapter 9 has been written and beta'd and is in the queue for validation over on twilighted. A little teaser for the new chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Elizabeth….” I started and stopped as her thoughts intruded loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Liz. You used to call me Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started again, a knowing smile on my face, “Liz, love, it’s important you understand what I am before you make decisions about whether you want to be with me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sense that she was about to butt in with further protests of her love, but I forestalled her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have told you what Carlisle did to make me as I am today. Liz, I am no longer human. My human form died 3 days after I was bitten; my heart has not pumped at all since then. I became a vampire.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz’s eyes widened and she gulped in a large breath and held it. I started to worry as her lips started to turn blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Liz, breathe, love.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She inhaled at my words but her thoughts were a jumbled mess. “A Vampire? He is a blood-drinking Vampire? Images from that damn movie, Nosferatu, filled her mind. I was starting to panic, why did she have to see that movie? Now I knew she would be repulsed by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a youtube clip of highlights from the movie Nosferatu here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMl6hUZHBqY"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMl6hUZHBqY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suzanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-710331831467684513?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/710331831467684513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=710331831467684513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/710331831467684513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/710331831467684513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/02/teaser-for-chapter-9-scent-of-woman.html' title='Teaser for Chapter 9 - Scent of a Woman'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-5725926107698686582</id><published>2010-02-14T18:53:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:53:37.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Story - The Perfect Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S3e6KWGSEBI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ml_DDsmyrvY/s1600-h/Banner+-+The+Perfect+Fit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438019761966551058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S3e6KWGSEBI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ml_DDsmyrvY/s320/Banner+-+The+Perfect+Fit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a new story for the FML Contest where the author is given a prompt which you use as the basis for the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link: &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5744322/1/The_Perfect_Fit"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5744322/1/The_Perfect_Fit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;Bella is having a hard time fitting in with her new step-family. Her new brother in law, Jacob, can't keep his paws off her and her stepsister, Leah, hates her. Will Bella's stepmother stop Bella going to the Ball? Entry for FML Contest. AH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-5725926107698686582?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5725926107698686582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=5725926107698686582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/5725926107698686582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/5725926107698686582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-story-perfect-fit.html' title='New Story - The Perfect Fit'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S3e6KWGSEBI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ml_DDsmyrvY/s72-c/Banner+-+The+Perfect+Fit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-8337499053418489497</id><published>2010-02-08T10:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:55:27.151+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New fic - The Duality of Man - a collaboration with beans827</title><content type='html'>Beans827 and I have collaborated on a story which we have entered into the Dr Jekyll and Mr Cullen contest over on fanfiction.net under the collab name LikeMinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: I woke from my slumber screaming hysterically; sweat dripping down my spine, my heart thundering in my chest with the certainty that I had done a bad, bad thing. Is Edward having nightmares or much, much worse? AH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5726982/1/The_Duality_of_Man"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5726982/1/The_Duality_of_Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the banner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S29X2nAKE0I/AAAAAAAAADA/Ydb0MdN3ICI/s1600-h/Dr+Jekyll+Banner+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435659870953673538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S29X2nAKE0I/AAAAAAAAADA/Ydb0MdN3ICI/s320/Dr+Jekyll+Banner+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identikit Photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S29ckbBc6FI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UTcshglMSYw/s1600-h/artist_drawing_of_Anthony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435665056058370130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S29ckbBc6FI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UTcshglMSYw/s320/artist_drawing_of_Anthony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-8337499053418489497?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8337499053418489497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=8337499053418489497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/8337499053418489497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/8337499053418489497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-fic-duality-of-man-collaboration.html' title='New fic - The Duality of Man - a collaboration with beans827'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S29X2nAKE0I/AAAAAAAAADA/Ydb0MdN3ICI/s72-c/Dr+Jekyll+Banner+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-3609956480219046303</id><published>2010-02-07T17:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:51:54.275+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Story - Without Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S3e5oRDvmDI/AAAAAAAAADY/UhyJ24JezC4/s1600-h/Banner+-+Without+Love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438019176498174002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S3e5oRDvmDI/AAAAAAAAADY/UhyJ24JezC4/s320/Banner+-+Without+Love.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S250FlCFlFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZQ4NwpiPdH8/s1600-h/basejasper.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished a new story, Without Love, and entered it into the 'Love Spelled Backwards is Love' Challenge over on myvampfiction.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the summary:&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about LOVE. It’s the eternal love of a parent for their child. It’s the steadfast love for your best friend. It’s the passion of your first love and it’s the spice of forbidden love. This is a story based on the immortal music of Elvis Presley and in his words, “Without love, we have nothing at all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Edward/Bella/Jasper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: This story is for matures readers as this is a fic involving a polyamorous relationship including slash. Please do not read if that offends your sensabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link for story: &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://bit.ly/dab7Rz" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://bit.ly/dab7Rz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some links for Elvis' songs in the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak Hotel Live in 1956: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1Qo1eaWF8c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1Qo1eaWF8c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jailhouse Rock: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpzV_0l5ILI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpzV_0l5ILI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-3609956480219046303?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/3609956480219046303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=3609956480219046303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/3609956480219046303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/3609956480219046303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-story-without-love.html' title='New Story - Without Love'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S3e5oRDvmDI/AAAAAAAAADY/UhyJ24JezC4/s72-c/Banner+-+Without+Love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-2145082188889690313</id><published>2010-01-18T14:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:02:37.564+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Undercover - to be continued</title><content type='html'>The Roaring Twenties contest has now finished.  Congratulations to the winners, they are all wonderful stories :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers Choice:&lt;br /&gt;1st Place: The Great Cullen by LexieCullen17&lt;br /&gt;2nd Place: The Cat's Pajama's by il_bel_mondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judges Choice:&lt;br /&gt;1st Place: The Great Cullen by LexieCullen17&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Mancaza di Rispetto by Sparabella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the contest has finished, I am planning on continuing the story, so look for an update in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this youtube video which shows both the tango and charleston dances from the 1920's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DMTWCSU5a8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tango song and dance I used was based on the tango scene from Scent of a Woman with Al Pacina and Gabrielle Anwar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBHhSVJ_S6A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-2145082188889690313?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2145082188889690313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=2145082188889690313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2145082188889690313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/2145082188889690313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/01/undercover-to-be-continued.html' title='Undercover - to be continued'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-7539250353631119755</id><published>2010-01-15T16:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:52:59.858+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise! - Entry for An Officer and a Gentleman Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S3e55RzwOSI/AAAAAAAAADg/wDMyA8eK7Ts/s1600-h/Surprise+Banner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438019468757317922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S3e55RzwOSI/AAAAAAAAADg/wDMyA8eK7Ts/s320/Surprise+Banner.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This story is a little bit smutty and there is Edward/Jasper slash and Bella added in as a threesome. It is a little bit HOT! and I have no idea where the inspiration came for this one....that's all I'm saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper is a Major in the Army and has taken a staff position at West Point. I can't find dress uniforms for the staff - so here are some cadets in dress uniform as inspiration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S1ARMmp0heI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAyjqCyzA-w/s1600-h/060208_westpoint2_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426856459213506018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S1ARMmp0heI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lAyjqCyzA-w/s320/060208_westpoint2_800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward is a NYPD cop in the fraud squad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S1AUBoEq7YI/AAAAAAAAACg/fn5wsTgX0p8/s1600-h/pattinson-D-0912-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426859569150881154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S1AUBoEq7YI/AAAAAAAAACg/fn5wsTgX0p8/s320/pattinson-D-0912-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Bella is a business analyst with the SEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S1ATkgnusTI/AAAAAAAAACY/kQU2EwP2kG4/s1600-h/0,,7128189,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426859068934238514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S1ATkgnusTI/AAAAAAAAACY/kQU2EwP2kG4/s320/0,,7128189,00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella has been away for a week and gets an earlier flight home to surprise her husband Edward, but who is more surprised when she walks in the door....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-7539250353631119755?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7539250353631119755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=7539250353631119755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/7539250353631119755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/7539250353631119755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/01/surprise-entry-for-officer-and.html' title='Surprise! - Entry for An Officer and a Gentleman Contest'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S3e55RzwOSI/AAAAAAAAADg/wDMyA8eK7Ts/s72-c/Surprise+Banner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-5185622052392682327</id><published>2010-01-15T14:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:18:56.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Undercover - Entry for the Roaring Twenties Contest</title><content type='html'>Just a little fic I posted for the Roaring Twenties comp. It was fun to write. I wanted to try my hand at a little UST so hopefully I acheived that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures that inspired me to write the story and how the characters/places looked in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_xfIIFCdI/AAAAAAAAABI/q4PhQIDEYcY/s1600-h/publicenemiespic32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426821593064344018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_xfIIFCdI/AAAAAAAAABI/q4PhQIDEYcY/s320/publicenemiespic32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration for Edward in my head: that jaw, that hair, those lips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_x56-xkPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lXeiO2OvBmU/s1600-h/Edward+1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426822053392126194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_x56-xkPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lXeiO2OvBmU/s320/Edward+1927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Bella in the club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought Bella looked like in the club when she danced the tango with Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S1AWNVN3vtI/AAAAAAAAACo/pKS9CLisr4A/s1600-h/Flapper+-+Bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426861969270882002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S1AWNVN3vtI/AAAAAAAAACo/pKS9CLisr4A/s320/Flapper+-+Bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_yWHLLJbI/AAAAAAAAABg/Nu3ztstQDJ0/s1600-h/tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426822537701696946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_yWHLLJbI/AAAAAAAAABg/Nu3ztstQDJ0/s320/tango.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tango as if no-one else was in the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_yj62MvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/bRxMTmAATxQ/s1600-h/the+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426822774910664434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_yj62MvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/bRxMTmAATxQ/s320/the+dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is here just because it is Johnny in the picture dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_y2SW4KHI/AAAAAAAAABw/yZewpxKFjZY/s1600-h/capone+and+his+gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426823090459388018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_y2SW4KHI/AAAAAAAAABw/yZewpxKFjZY/s320/capone+and+his+gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capone and his gang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three photos of 35 East Wacker - formerly the Jewellers Building - the location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_zEo4rb1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/pGd9erWQz_o/s1600-h/35EastWacker(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426823337024909138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_zEo4rb1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/pGd9erWQz_o/s320/35EastWacker(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_zVkA_EeI/AAAAAAAAACA/6ffmhL3IMzs/s1600-h/35East2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426823627775349218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_zVkA_EeI/AAAAAAAAACA/6ffmhL3IMzs/s320/35East2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_zfJQeOAI/AAAAAAAAACI/VVLPj9EVMhI/s1600-h/JewelersBuilding-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426823792391239682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_zfJQeOAI/AAAAAAAAACI/VVLPj9EVMhI/s320/JewelersBuilding-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capone actually owned a speakeasy in the dome of the Jewellers Building called the Stratosphere Lounge....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-5185622052392682327?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5185622052392682327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=5185622052392682327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/5185622052392682327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/5185622052392682327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/01/undercover-entry-for-roaring-twenties.html' title='Undercover - Entry for the Roaring Twenties Contest'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_xfIIFCdI/AAAAAAAAABI/q4PhQIDEYcY/s72-c/publicenemiespic32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017285961012590201.post-7395846951396173694</id><published>2010-01-15T14:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:27:21.268+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Banners and Pictures for Scent of a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_tlhxG4gI/AAAAAAAAABA/rXONEOw8noM/s1600-h/mens+dress+chicago+1920%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_tlhxG4gI/AAAAAAAAABA/rXONEOw8noM/s320/mens+dress+chicago+1920%27s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426817304980021762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward in the late 1920's mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_tXMBlBJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iYCibp2Dw6o/s1600-h/Ladies+1927+Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_tXMBlBJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iYCibp2Dw6o/s320/Ladies+1927+Dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426817058625356946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth in 1927?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_skqF2ypI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3U2-PusV1f4/s1600-h/Banner+3A+-+SoaW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_skqF2ypI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3U2-PusV1f4/s320/Banner+3A+-+SoaW.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426816190523034258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the banner: created very late one night on Paint! but I like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7 is ready to post, just waiting for validation on twilighted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017285961012590201-7395846951396173694?l=edwardsisobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7395846951396173694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017285961012590201&amp;postID=7395846951396173694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/7395846951396173694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017285961012590201/posts/default/7395846951396173694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardsisobel.blogspot.com/2010/01/banners-and-pictures-for-scent-of-woman.html' title='Banners and Pictures for Scent of a Woman'/><author><name>edwardsisobel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493784739555156316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S01G2iSoaII/AAAAAAAAAAM/5m6AW5DZJMw/S220/icon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fo1jY4fY8BA/S0_tlhxG4gI/AAAAAAAAABA/rXONEOw8noM/s72-c/mens+dress+chicago+1920%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
