Hello there everyone! It’s Michelle and I this week, sharing what we have been reading lately. For me, it’s been a couple of WIPs that have been updating regularly, and Michelle wants to share her own WIP.
Let’s get to it. Shall we….
My two recs are very different from each other, but they were what I needed to read at the time. You are probably surprised that I started a WIP, because I don’t usually but one story has been on my WIP list for a very long time, and it got me curious. The summary definitely doesn’t do the story justice, because there is so much more to this one.
The Procrustean Bed by gemini13me
Here is my version of the story so far. I love stories based in Chicago, because it’s where I live. 🙂 Bella is graduating from Columbia College, and works at a bookstore in Chicago for her aunt Kate. Bella and Edward have a mishap in a Starbuck’s one morning, where coffee lands somewhere where it shouldn’t. LOL Edward is stand-offish because he’s older and a bit pompous in this story. But things change, when he steps into the bookstore where Bella works, to buy something for his niece, Jessica.
I like this story, because Bella is younger and even though she finds Edward attractive, she doesn’t pounce on him immediately. They develop a friendship first. Edward doesn’t really take to Bella right away either, because of their age difference. I actually appreciate that. The other thing is Edward’s a lawyer and comes from a very affluent family that doesn’t like or trust Bella very much. Edward is forced to choose between her and his family. It’s a rocky road for sure, which is what you read in the prologue
Esme, Edward’s mother, is not a very nice person in this story either. She pulls a lot of crap to manipulate everyone in the family. There is quite a bit of angst in this, because of her. Not only that but Edward is a widower, still dealing with the loss of his wife Tanya.
On the lighter side, Angela is hilarious in this one, which Bella needs, because Edward’s family is bat-shit crazy. She needs someone on her side. Also, Edward takes Bella on some amazing trips. The author does a great job of describing the countries they visit. I adore reading about foreign countries.
Definitely loving where this story is headed, so check it out!!
One-Night Stand in Locked-Down London by BlueIsSoul
This one is going to be great when it’s complete, but I didn’t want to wait, so I started it. Like the title implies it’s based in London. There is serial killer on the loose, and Bella is kind of obsessed with him. Edward meets Bella in a pub one night. They are both there with friends, but seem “stuck” with each other, being abandoned by said friends.
That’s OK with Edward, but Bella doesn’t fall for Edward’s act and that makes for a very funny story. Oh, one more thing. There’s ice cream involved too.
Note, this is Edward’s POV.
I won’t claim to be the master of one-night stand etiquette, or anything. My former ‘brothario’ reputation still precedes me, but I’ve become more refined since those good old days at boarding school.
Or refined some rules, at least.
Because when these ‘situations’ do occur, there is no straying from the rules.
Number One: You shall do your utmost best to make a soundless, confrontation-free dash for the exit before she wakes up from last night’s endeavours; bad sex, or the most overwhelming, orgasm-packed, trip-you-the-fuck-out ride, pull your pants on and just leave, capisce?
Trust me on this, it’s that important.
Number Two: Fuck her in one night as many times as you want, but it shall not extend beyond two nights, max. Hey, a guy’s got to acquiesce sometimes, especially when she’s that eager to give it up all over again. Doing her a third time … it’s gonna get messy.
Number Three: This is the most important of them all, because you don’t even want to start this shit: You shall make sure that she is relatively sane before you take old one eye to the optometrist.
But I have a confession.
Rule three may have been callously disregarded somewhere between numerous pints of Guinness and a much too fond relationship with the tequila shots.
Yes, that’s her name.
She’s looking at me, breathing, entranced.
The only thing I see are the dark-golden flecks around her pupils, highlighted from the hazy glow of the lamp on her cluttered bed-side table. Her eyes are dazed and misty from the alcohol, but the colours are vivid, bright.
I’m shirtless, leaning into her body and she’s spread out below me on the bed, wearing only cotton panties. Stunning.
Our skin is hot. Static shocks of heat zinging from her chest to mine.
The world is spin, spinning and my hands are … cold.
Her fanned dark-chocolate hair is a beautiful contrast to the crumpled white duvet, and I want to feel her.
I want to fuck her. Yes.
My mouth drops to her neck, her chest.
I suck the soft of her tits and she punctuates the air with her noises. Her nipples are pebble-hard and now sloppy wet from my mouth, and I’m mumbling into her skin.
“Bella. Bella? Bella!”
“What?!” she snaps, her hands tugging at tufts of my hair, not too thrilled at my interruption.
I open my mouth but not before she catches me off-guard by growling. Literally. An annoyed “Grrr!” escaping her bruised lips.
I shouldn’t be surprised. Not after everything else I’ve heard from her angry, pouty mouth tonight.
And tonight has been full of surprises.
One night in a pub that’s too out of my way, then a run-in with a girl with who sent my flee-for-the-hills radar into the red zone.
Yet here I am, in her bed, sacred ‘man-laws’ about to go kaput.
Or about to be.
She bites my cheek impatiently. “What do you want, posh-boy?”
I wave the tub of Ben and Jerry’s she gave me earlier in her face. My fingers are ice-chilled from being wrapped around it for too long.
“This. I’m still holding this.”
Of course I am…
Ice-cream— it’s her fantasy or some shit, and fuck, why did I drink so much?
She shivers and whimpers when I press the coldness of the tub against her belly. Tiny beads of condensation, trail down the sides, on to her stomach. “Where do you want it, baby?”
“Do you … uh … say that to everyone you f-fuck?”
I chuckle giddily to myself; I don’t think we’re talking about the ice-cream anymore.
“Do you always talk about other, err, conquests when you’re shagging someone?
“It’s ice-cream. I’m naked,” she snarks breathlessly. “Obviously good schooling doesn’t teach you everything.”
I throw her a crooked, intoxicated smirk, my eyes travelling down her sexy-as-hell curves.
No sweetheart, it doesn’t.
I’m still trying to figure out the absurd chain of decisions that led me here. In the cluttered room of this angry-drunk, paranoid, too perceptive, and very likely insane, girl.
Logic be damned– I’m smashed – I don’t know what I’m thinking.
She arches, pressing her damp breasts against my shoulder and breathes in my ear. “Surprise me, toff-y.”
“Don’t call me a toff.” I tell her tits.
“Toff-fuhhh-ckkk,” she hisses when I tilt the tub and finger out a dollop of ice-cream on to her left nipple. There you go.
It melts and spreads liquid gold over her pale skin.
I watch, spellbound.
She gasps. “Oh shit, so cold, so, so cold.”
Feel my pain, sweetheart.
I grin, she cries, so I wrap my mouth around her breast, tasting and licking every last bit vanilla flavoured sweetness right off of it. I’m not a huge ice-cream fan, but suddenly the appeal has rocketed to the heavens.
Never did I think it could taste like this…
Vanilla ice-cream for the win.
The back and forth between these two are hilarious. Edward is English so that always works for me anyway. The author claims that there will be only 6-8 chapters for this story, and we are on chapter 4 now. That means we are at the halfway mark, and I am loving it!!
The Debt is a WIP that leaves you on pins and needles with each update! It reads as a mystery in its own way, but it’s classified as Angst/Drama. Another thing I love, it’s written in EPOV. And Ta Paixao does a great job getting inside his head.
Summary: Juniors in college, Bella and Edward live together under a tense agreement. They aren’t exactly friends – not anymore – but Edward has a debt to pay and a promise to keep. Edward will get his chance at redemption…EPOV.
Both Edward and Bella have issues. It’s the slow reveal of what those issues are and how they intertwine Edward and Bella’s lives that catches your attention. And from the author’s notes, you know that there will be sensitive subjects brought to light.
~~~“My characters are rarely polite and the story won’t be all flowers and sweet romance. What you will get is a Tatward who is a surly bastard, loyal to a fault, and hellbent on burning the world down with him to keep a promise”.~~~
Just from her notes, you can tell her story and characters will take us on a bumpy ride.
…Bella averted her gaze back to the computer screen rather than look for my reaction. Like she didn’t give a fuck.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than wait for the walk of shame?”
“Don’t you have an appointment to get your dick swabbed for STDs?”
And so everything was par for the course on a Sunday morning.
In reality, Bella wasn’t so bad. She mostly kept to herself around the house and never lectured me about my shit. I knew I could be a surly, inconsiderate bastard in the morning; our little spats weren’t entirely her fault. For the most part, we got along and just appreciated the fact that we only had to put up with living together for two more years.
No one was under the misconception that this arrangement could last forever.
But Edward will do whatever it takes to pay his debt to Bella.
Half the time I wanted to throttle that girl. The other half I wanted to wrap her up in blankets and swear my undying allegiance to her if she’d just smile again. The rare moments when Bella was just relaxed, laughing, and more like her old self, I cherished them. I had a debt to Bella that I’d spend the rest of my life repaying. I owed her my head on a platter. And if ever given the chance, I’d take a bullet for her.
I never went out of my way to piss Bella off, but I rarely exerted too much effort to stay on her good side either. That ship had sailed, hit an iceberg, taken on water, snapped in half, and taken all souls aboard down with it a long time ago.
It’s clear that Edward have a history. Just when and where it began is a slow reveal. And from whatever trauma they suffered impacts their day-to-day lives.
I watched as Bella proceeded mechanically toward her bedroom windows. They framed a set of French doors that opened to the second story balcony, which wrapped around the house. In precisely the same order—always the exact routine—Bella unlatched and latched the locks five times. I saw her hand linger on the door handles for a few seconds, her fingers squeezed and twitched a little to repeat the action, but she took a breath and spun around quickly to exit the room for mine next door.
To every window and door in the house—seventeen in total without counting the front door or exterior garage entrance—I followed silently behind as Bella performed her ritual. I never rushed her and I never behaved impatiently. After all, I’d done this to her. It was my job to assure her later, when she inevitably teetered on the edge of a panic attack, that she hadn’t missed a single point of entry.
She had done well today, and I smiled at her when we made it to the alarm keypad in the foyer in less than four minutes. I peeked over while Bella brought up the seven interior security cameras and seven external, all streamed in (mostly) real time.
Each chapter has another piece of the puzzle for us to fit together. And that’s why I love this WIP so much!! You just want more of the story to see if you can figure it out.
And the support characters are great as well (so far!!). Em, Alice, Jasper, and Carlisle are perfect. Well, maybe not Jessica since she’s a stalker of some kind.
“I don’t know how to make myself any clearer.” I stood almost a foot taller than Jessica. Her over-made eyes looked up at me with the sort of incoherent vacancy I’d come to expect. No matter the words that filled the air between us, she never really looked like she was listening. “I don’t want you. I want nothing to do with you,” I seethed and pronounced the words very slowly. “If it were up to me, there’d still be a restraining order keep you from within 500 feet of me. Better yet,” I sneered, “you’d be locked up.”
By chapter six, you get an idea of what might have happened to Edward and how it’s taken its toll on him. How Bella and Edward enter each other lives is also uncovered. It will definitely tug at your heart-strings.
Inevitably, my consciousness drifted back to those tormented days before I knew what a family was or even thought I deserved one. That first memory, I had to have been three or four at the time, was of a woman sitting on a public bus next to me. She told me to stay in my seat, that she’d be right back. I saw her squeeze down the aisle toward the door, get off the bus, and that was it. I never saw her again.
Ok, that’s just so sad! (Hands you a tissue)
Even though it’s a WIP, Ta Paixao is really good about updates and the story is close to being complete. I hope you’ll give it a read and find out how Edward and Bella end up and if Edward ever feels like he’s paid his debt.
Until next time,