Recommendation: Pretty in Pink by @Fr333Bird

Ever wanted to see Riley hook up with Emmett? Yeah, I didn't see it either, but it's like a cupcake you didn't realize you wanted til you see the pretty pink frosting on the chocolate mound. You have to have it.

I fell in love with these boys from the first paragraph. Riley is such a fun character and the way he tortures Emmett is just divine. It's light and quick and a very fun read. I highly encourage the slash girls to get with Pretty in Pink. Even if you aren't a hardcore slashy, you'll love this story. It's just adroable and sweet and delicious! Tell Fr333Bird that I sent you!

<3, Rain

Holding Sam by MeraNaamJoker @in_purdah

Holding Sam by MerNaamJoker

When HoochieMomma_ told me to read a Bella/Sam fic I scoffed. Bella and Sam? Well that doesn't work now does it? Bella and Edward, of course. Bella and Edward and Jasper, absolutely. Bella and Alice, please, yes. Man, Bella gets around! But those were all pairings that I loved to read. I've even read a Bella/Carlisle once, but when she realized she slept with Carlisle and his son, Edward, I was out.

I figured Sam with Bella would probably squick me out too since, well, Sam is Sam... he's like the Carlisle of the wolves, right?

Wrong.

This is a canon take at what would happen to Bella if Edward left her behind like in New Moon, but didn't come back. What if it had taken Sam a while to find Bella, and Bella and Sam were int he woods just a little while longer after having been attacked by Victoria? Just a few slight changes in the first part of New Moon and you have a totally different story. And the best part? It makes COMPLETE sense.

Sam is wounded by his transition. Although he is the key to the wolfpack, he's the leader or alpha... he's alone. Through a chain of events with just a different perspective, we find that Bella and Sam are very much in need of each other. 

The healing that begins within the confines of kindness and friendship is astounding and my heart was very much bleeding by the end of the fifth chapter. It was so beautiful though. 

And Sam is a true-to-the-book Sam. He's just a 19-year-old kid thrust into a massively abnormal world and struggling to keep himself, his tribe, and all of his responsibilities in check, and this now includes the hunted, wounded, terror-seeking Bella.

This story is fraught with emotional turmoil, but it is also filled to the brim with hope and humanity. When you are so completely broken, your heart and soul shredded in front of you, it might not be right to be put back together by the one who broke you... 

Sometimes having someone else with bloody, jagged edges find the right pieces to hold you together. Maybe another like yourself is all you need to become whole.

I would recommend this story for anyone who is in need of a good emotional, angst-fest with some amazing prose, fantastic canon characters, and a beautifully real story within SMeyer's fantasy world of vampires and wolves.

Go take a look and tell @in_purdah I sent you :D - Rain

La Bella Addorementata by @einfach_mich - Darkness at it's most beautiful

This was poetry.
Dark, coiling, sensual, and enthralling. 
I didn't want to like EM's Edward and I really didn't know what to make of Bella, yet I kept reading. 
I found myself gripping my computer like a vice as I read.
It was so intriguing and encapsulating that I couldn't stop. Mere minutes and I was finished. I actually went back and reread. 
Stunning and appealing tale with such evocative imagery. 
I was thoroughly enticed and delightfully entertained. Truly.
Go read- http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7513116/1/La_Bella_Addormentata
<3 Tell her Rain sent you.

What should you be reading? Mowgliward by @vampiremama

I'm so glad you asked!

Mowgliward.

Yes, you read me right.

A Beautiful Savage by ReadingMama

So I'm sitting around one night talking to JadaPattinson about fetishes, weird fics, and crackfic. She says, "Have you read Beastward?" And my response was kinda like this:

But then I read it.

I shant be doubting Jada again any time soon.

There was love and pain and passion and laughter. A beautiful boy lost. A feisty girl found.

He's survived incredible odds, made a family, and even though he was feral, he had a heart of gold. His tenderness was immense and her overwhelming love melted my heart.

I loved that VampireMama didn't let her Bella roll over and die. I hate that dying swan aspect of fic. Y'all know that. I also don't like when authors put RIDICULOUS constraints on their characters or put them in dire situations, turn up the heat, add some more angst and then poke you in the eye because they think it will help their reviews. VM is not like that. She wrote from her heart and even though there is some serious angst, there is also this under current of kindness, tenderness, and beauty.

Edward may have been raised by wolves, but he has more humanity and compassion than most.

Bella may have been abandoned and hurt, but she never gives up.

Bella and Edward are working through a lot, more than you could imagine, but then in their quiet moments... oh their intimacy! Not just the smut... ooooh is there smut. And it's freakin' hot! But beyond the toe-curling smut, there is this connection. You guys know me, I always love when the emotions overtake the fucking. :)

And, VampireMama, if you happen to be reading- Jacob broke my heart. I love that character! Can he please go live with Bella and Edward?! I'm sure he can be house trained!!!

Anyway...

If you love a heartwarming fic with enough angst and lemon to keep you coming back for more, A Beautiful Savage is just up your alley... err, forest.

Just go read it!

Tell her Rain sent ya!

<3

What's Pwning Me and I'm Sorry!

My apologies friends for neglecting my recs! Life's been busy with work and family emergencies and all kinds of crazy.

I'm currently working on my novel so I'm not updating as much as I should be and I do apologize for not having lots of lovely Torn and Peeper updates. I did post a Peeper outtake, the EPOV of Stripperella taking his V-card- http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7008884/6/The_Adventures_of_Peeperward_and_Stripperella 

I also put up a one shot for my beta Sunshinegal3's birthday- This Life and it has Bikersper :)

Now on to the good stuff!

 Fics that own my ass:

A River Between Us by WildRedPoppies - Lordward and Bookella. It's Flangsty.

Inside Man by O_oza Prisonward and Youngella. Ridiculously angsty and makes me whine a lot!

From the Cup of Duty by LadyExcalibur2010. Fantastic histfic staring Kingward and Maidella! <3 And the author is NOT, I repeat, NOT a douchcanoe!

Mail Order Bride/ Bear Valley Ranch by Lady Gwynedd How's about some Rustlerward and Prairiella?! So so so well written!

Dear Mr. Masen by jendonna. Some more Flangst with a side of nerd. Always good. And she made a tough Bella which is always a plus.

And the two I'm waiting to wrap up are Secret Sex and Wrenfield Hall, but these girls have just had wee babes, so I'm not being a PITA, but I would loooooove to read the epilogues for these!

Tell them I sent you and give them lots of love!
<3,
Rain

Wrenfield Hall review from

Wrenfield Hall
by Wannabe Charlotte

Main Characters: Edward and Bella
Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T
Status: WIP (Only Epi is left to post)

Summary: In 1870s England, Bella finds herself without home or family when her father dies. She secures a position as a housemaid in a country manor belonging to Lord Edward Masen. The two form a bond that is threatened by class differences and Edward's past.

"Edward lay in bed some hours later, fingers laced behind his head. It was all wrong. Yes, he had noticed her. Yes, he had thought about her a few times, perhaps while eating his breakfast or while riding down one of his favorite trails. But he worried little. It wasn't the first time he had noticed a pretty servant girl. There had even been a time or two, in his youth, when he had convinced a maid to spend a moment around a hidden corner with him. James had been even more aggressive – he was lucky there were no lasting consequences of his indiscretions in the form of wailing babies.
But this was different. The shock that had passed between them startled him, confused him. He couldn't be sure, but he thought she had felt it, too. The look on her face suggested so.
He was in no position to feel anything of this sort for anyone – except one specific person. And that person was most certainly not a lowly housemaid, sitting by a kitchen fire, needlework in hand, dark, intelligent eyes burning as they looked at him, porcelain skin with a slight flush high in the cheeks, dark hair shining…
Stop! he growled to himself. He pulled the pillow from behind his head, boxed it forcefully and slammed it down to the bed again. He shifted, punched the side of the pillow to reshape it under his head and closed his eyes, willing himself to go to sleep.
-xxx-
Bella lay perfectly still in her narrow bed, hands folded calmly over her ribcage. To an outside observer, she was the picture of serenity.
But inside, her thoughts raced, unfocused and wild.
Slowly, her mind stilled until she finally drifted off to sleep, with one singular thought that had sifted itself apart from the rest.
Edward…"

Lord Masen, the ever-pressured landowner and lord of Wrenfield Hall, is trying his damnedest to keep his head above water and provide for all of those who lean on him for support. He is sadly caught between a rock and a hard place when the love of his life comes softly into his world of servants and protocol. He must do right by his responsibilities and title, but his heart begs him to love and be loved by the beautiful servant girl who reads Shakespeare by candlelight and desires nothing more than his heart. He would gladly give her his soul, but he seems to have sold it to Lord Winters and his dazzling daughter Miss Tanya.

The innocence in which Lord Masen and Maid Bella come together is astounding, refreshing, and quite fun. You find yourself engrossed in their hesitant conversations of literature and their families and even though there is nary a piece of citrus about in a majority of the chapters, I did not miss it a bit. No, really!

"Edward's desire to be with Bella seemed to grow stronger every day. He felt anxious, going days without talking to her. Spending his evenings with her had seemed to center him and now he felt adrift.
As Edward got close enough to see the rock, he could see that she was still there – though now she was sitting with her knees drawn up to her face, her arms wrapped around her knees. A small, solitary figure in the morning sun…
When he was within a few feet of her, Bella's head snapped up. Her eyes were moist.
"Hello," he said with concern, coming to a stop in front of her. "Are you alright?"
Bella blushed as she straightened her body and smoothed out her dress. Her feet hung over the side of the large rock but did not reach the ground.
"Yes. Of course. I'm fine," she lied, pasting on a smile.
Edward frowned.
"May I?" he asked, indicating the space next to her on the rock.
"It's your rock," said Bella, with a shrug and a small smile.
He sat next to her and for a few moments, they both looked out over the fields and rocks and further on to a small grove of trees, through which ran a small brook.
"It's a lovely day," Bella commented.
Edward turned to look at her, then back at the fields.
"Yes."
"Are you hungry?" she asked "I'm certain you'll have a better selection back at the house, but you're welcome to share," she said, indicating her small picnic.
Edward considered her offering, then picked up the half eaten bun. He ate in silence as Bella studied him, watching the movement of his jaw and throat as he swallowed. She had never seen him eat before and the act felt intimate…especially as his teeth bit into the soft roll where she previously had eaten.
When he had finished the roll, she held up the apple. He took the red fruit from her outstretched hand, bit into it and handed it back to her.
She paused a moment, then took her own bite and passed it back.
The two sat in silence but for the crunching of the apple as they shared the fruit back and forth. When there was nothing left but the core, Edward took it and flung it far to the left. They watched it sail in an arc through the bright blue sky.
Still they sat.
Finally, Edward stood.
"They'll be expecting me," he said.
"Of course."
But he made no move to leave.
"I'll see you soon," he said, finally.
Bella looked at him, her head tilted. The sunlight was full on his face and the reddish gold of his hair gleamed.
She nodded. He turned to go.
"Sir?"
Edward faced her.
"Thank you for coming back," she said.
A crooked smile spread across his face, he gave a small bow and he left."

Seriously, swoon. The apple scene had me and my fic-friends losing our minds with delight. Many A Different Forest campfire was started by me over this fic and it’s innocent passion and unwavering adoration between the main characters. Of course you are rooting for them and you are cheering them on through their unresolved sexual tension. Just this small little kiss had me nearly panting:

"Almost unconsciously he moved his lips to her cheekbone, kissing a light trail down until his mouth lay just above her lips. With the smallest movement, he took her upper lip in his. He went still, awaiting her response.
Bella reacted. With just the slightest hint of force, she pulled his head closer to her and barely parted her lips. The softness of the inside of his lips made contact with hers and her heart pounded, her head light with the sensation of his mouth against hers. For a few moments, their lips moved in gentle concert, hesitantly exploring, pulling back, then coming together with building fervor.
Edward's breath came shorter now, as he placed a hand at Bella's waist, pulling her closer to him. Bella rose slightly on her knees, winding her other hand around his neck and drawing herself further in towards his chest. Her lips moved a little faster on his and she gave a shiver when she felt the tip of his tongue reach out and hesitantly touch the smooth inside of her upper lip."

Wrenfield has been a delightful reprieve from all the graphic stories out there in our fandom, not that this perv has been reformed by any means, but I have loved the innocence and naivete’ that has been re-imagined within this story. So much so, that I actually went a bought a new copy of Jane Eyre!

Bella’s sweet disposition is not “Mary Sue” it’s perfection for this time period. She’s not only at the mercy of the men in her life but she must do what she must to protect herself. I love that she has a quiet strength about her that may not be the usual for this time period, but it resounds within the reader. Charlotte creates a fantastic female protagonist with some canon traits, but also a few that show off Charlotte’s obvious spunk and tenacity. When canon Bella would curl up in a forest and bemoan her life’s tragedies, Charlotte’s Bella stands up tall, dusts herself off, and recreates herself. I absolutely adore this Bella.

"Bella shook her head as she lifted her eyes from the water. The day was fresh and beautiful – she would not waste it in unhealthy reminiscing. With a deliberate spring in her step, she continued her walk to the office."

I couldn’t find one thing to say in the negative about this story. Charlotte is a prolific writer even with her children wrapped around her feet. Even though she’s having another little one, she continues to give us beautifully crafted episodes in the life and loves within her world at Wrenfield Hall and incredibly, you fall in love not only with Lord Masen and Maid Bella, but also with the other characters. It is such a dynamic, enthralling tale that will capture your heart and keep you checking your inbox. You will not be disappointed with this story.

Charlotte is nearly finished and if you are looking for a beautifully mastered story of love, loss, redemption, and passion, I wholeheartedly put my stamp of approval on this story. I know I usually only rec smutty and slashy tales, but I can honestly tell you that this story had me from the moment Bella taps her timid fist against the door of Wrenfield Hall and I know you will too! But don’t take my word for it! ;)

Please check it out, let her know what you think, and tell her I sent you!
<3 trg

More Reviews at The Twilight Awards

New fic you should be reading!

Since I’m broken, my girl Robandi is steppin' in to review.
Betchya can’t tell which is E/B and which is Me and Robandi!
Without further ado-

Died and gone to Heaven
By DoUTrustMe
9 Chapters Complete
Humor

Tallulah wraps her brand new car around a tree. She is in a hospital bed, she sees God. Tallulah is hot for some Jesus daddy.
"God?"
"Yes?"
"Do you have sex? With Mrs. God?"
"Not recently."
"You should."
"I'll take that under advisement."
I finally managed to pry one eye open. "God?"
"Mm." God was leaning over facing away from me checking some clear tubing on a pole.
"You have a nice ass, too."
God threw back his head and laughed as he walked out of the hospital room.

God tells her that her name is Bella, and thanks her for her complement.

Bella’s memory is gone. She can’t remember a thing. She finds out that God, now called Dr. SexGod is her husband. Dr. SexGod is delicious, she is happy that she gets to go home with his yummy-ness.

This fic is filled with many hysterical nicknames for Edward, and Edward’s body parts.
“The Twins, The Item, Caption Cock, Love Boat are just a few.
"What do I call you?" I asked.
He put his book down.
"What?”
"Besides Doctor SexGod? Edward. Eddie. Ed. Teddy. Ted. The Cullenator? What do I usually call you?"
"It depends on the circumstance."
"Oh?"
"If you're upset or serious you call me Edward. If you're happy and flirting you call me Edster. Then there's the Edmeister, the Ed man, Edless Horseman, Big Ed, Mr. Ed, Doctor Ed, Doctor Edper, Doctor Love ... "
"Okay, I get it. I have a lot of names for you."
"And then in the heat of passion you call me Edward-ooooh."
"Eduardo?"
"No. Oh, Edward, oh, oh, Edward oh, Edward oh. Edward-ooooh," he demonstrated in a breathy voice.
I clamped my thighs together.
"Ooooh," I responded cleverly.
"Kind of like you just did there only breathier and louder and with Edward in front," he explained politely and went back to his book.

If you are interested to find out about 18th Century Time Traveling Bare Naked Robbers, read this.
If you are wondering what genetically engineered super crotch moths have to do with Bella & Edward, run don’t walk to this fic.


You will also find out that Bella has all kinds of diabolical plans to get Triple X aka Edward naked. Her plans are awesome, even Sexward has dome diabolical plans up his sleeve.
So much for my evil, diabolical plan. I'd been planning to serve him breakfast in bed wearing nothing but an apron.

X had his own bag of tricks. They might even be better than mine. His plan was more diabolical. His plan had also worked.

Five-Oh Papa Chuck graces us with this awesomesauce presents
Charlie's mustache opened the front door of his house and welcomed us in.

You also get to meet Mama & Daddy Sex, and the rest of the Cullen Family Sex.
B wonders if the Cullen Family has access to a fountain of youth—an elixir of immortality to stay young perfect and sexy.



Bella finds her wedding video she watches over and over to try to regain her memory. She wants to know all about her husband. She knows she loves him, but she wants to know what made her love him, what their relationship was like before her memory was lost.

Edward is just awesome. He adds fun to her crazy stories, and goes along with her nicknames like “The Item” (Not to be confused with The Situation). He loves this girl, so much that he wants to buy her a tank to drive so she won’t get hurt. He is patient with her, he is kind, but he also loves the smexin as much as she does.


This all sounds off the hizzy don’t it? Yeah, but this some genus writing here people. If you need some break from the angst, waiting for some update, you should check this bad boy out. You won’t be disappointed. Let us know what you think. Let DoUTrustMe know what you think of her fuckery. Tell her we sent you! You will laugh your ass off. I promise.
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2228500/DoUTrustMe


Xoxo Robandi

My day sucked, how was yours?

Spilled hot coffee on myself- check, spilled lunch on myself- check, taught an ornery dillhole- check, dumped coffee on my self- check, sat on my water and looked like I wet myself- check, burned my fingers- check, ran leg into desk repeatedly- check, getting sick again- check, all alone at home- check, brain fried- check.
Oh and I'm typing one handed cos I just slammed my finger in my closet door.

I did get a job offer but it alone has me totally freakin out and I feel like I can't make a good decision without my hubs and my BFFs Season and Nanna who are all incommunicato at the moment. I've gotten some good advice, but I would like to hear from the rest of the family as well KWIM?

I also got this rec in AydenMorgen's A/N yesterday and I just read it today which did help-
Inamorata by TheRainGirl – Peeperward and Stripella. It's cute. It's hot. It's awkward at times. I have no words for how much I adore this story and its author. Seriously one of my favorites of all time and so tragically under-reviewed.

It's nice to know people dig it and my readership went through the roof. Tis nice. I am off to sleep off this shittastic day.

May the force and the slash be with you.





PS- Nanna, you have a lot of blogging to do missy. Your people miss you!

My new fave slashy...

Ohmigoodgod.

Mergers and Acquisitions.... wow.

Okay so Touchstone67 and Domward's Mistress have teamed up to write a JPoV and EPoV respectively and it is FUCKawesome.

I describe it lovingly to my ficfriends as Pretty Woman meets Twilight and has Brokeback babies.

This story has it all.
Yes, of course there is smut and lemonrific good times, BUT it also has this incredible emotional undercurrent that grips your heart and pulls you along kicking and screaming and at other times you are scrolling so fast your eyes hurt and your wrist is aching like you are doing something else.

As soon as he was gone, I went back to the shower, letting the hot water soothe my muscles that ached from the various positions he had put me in. Jacob was, without a doubt, the best lover I had ever had, not that I had many to compare him too but he was definitely experienced and very talented.

Even though, I still wasn't fully satisfied. I wanted my shower fantasy, which he had tried to give me but it still wasn't right, it wasn't what I wanted.

Or rather, who I wanted.

I wanted blond waves bouncing as water rolled down lean shoulders.

I wanted blue eyes staring up at me through thick lashes.

I wanted full lips locked around my cock.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the desk in the bedroom, powering on my laptop as I grabbed the card for Denali Escorts out of my wallet. I typed in the web address, butterflies forming in my stomach as I clinked on the link titled 'View Our Models'. Laughing a bit at the term 'model', I wondered why they had chosen to pretty up the term 'escort', although it was better than 'hooker'. A list of men and women appeared on my screen with a small thumbnail picture next to a name and age.

Ivana: age 22

Brittany: age 21

Michael: age 24

Jasper: age 20

Natasha: age 19

I scrolled through the names and pictures, searching for anyone that fit the description I desired. Finally, I came back around to the unique name of Jasper. They apparently used aliases to keep their identity private.

I couldn't tell much from the thumbnail they had posted next to his name. Clicking the image, I couldn't contain my gasp of shock when a large photo loaded on my screen.

It was him.

These little tugs at your curiosity and heart strings make you whimper and whine while you read. I find myself, especially when Jasper is recalling his childhood, just swallowing hard over and over trying to will away the sadness.
My parents had brought me to church when I was young, teaching me about God, Heaven and the power of prayer.

I didn't pray.

I didn't believe in God.

And if there was a Hell, surely I was in it.

It's the same when Edward talks about his family's expectations of him:

Sadness clutched my heart, battling the happy swell as it felt ready to burst from the conflicted emotions.

My parents had given me everything, and I could not disappoint them by being gay. It was to be my secret alone, something I would have to bury deep inside me, denying myself the pleasure of another's touch and love.

I was expected to graduate, go to college, work for my father, get married, have children and start the vicious cycle all over again. I would do what I was expected to do.

It really hurts to think about what Esme and Carlisle and even Alice put Edward through and what he allows himself to be put through in this story. He is truly the martyr for the good of his family and it's beautiful and painful and frustrating. You know why he does it, but you always wanna slap him a few times.
The same with Jasper. He's so damaged, but so striking in his strength. All the things he's gone through. He finds solace in these compelling supporting characters- Riley, then Peter, and he finds his paradise lost in Edward. You know where he belongs, but you see he can't quite get there. There is always something stopping him and you know why he doesn't go after it just like with Edward, but you still want to smack them. Then hug them.

The lemons are pretty damned awesome too, here's just a snippet of one of my faves that had me panting like a dog in heat:

His trembling turned into full blown shaking as he gripped my hips so hard I was sure I would have bruises, he stayed completely still for several moments before his hands finally loosened, his eyes meeting mine again and the look they held was positively feral.

Fusing his mouth to my neck once more, he rocked his hips, sliding out most of the way before slamming into me again, my breath leaving me in a rush at the brutal movement. It all felt so damn good. Wrapping both of my arms around his neck, I held on to him tightly, keeping us so close together that my cock would need absolutely no stimulation from his hand as his hard stomach rubbed against it and his cock hit my prostate with every deep thrust.

"You feel so fucking good, Edward...so, so good," he grunted, his lips finally reaching mine again. Our tongues twisted as his hard thrusts continued, bringing me closer and closer to the sweet release I craved so terribly. There was no way I was going to last long, my muscles already tensing repeatedly as my rigid erection left a slick trail of precum on us.

"Don't stop...don't...ever...fucking...stop," I babbled, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts.

"Never," he vowed, sliding his hands up to my ribs and grasping hard. Regardless of his statement mere moments before, he grimaced and slowed his hips almost to a stop. "I'm close," he whispered apologetically.

"Oh, God, me too...I'm so close, Jasper. Make me come."

This story is an incredible battle of emotions. The passion and anguish is incredibly done. Touchstone and MistressD do an amazing job.

On a vibrating scale of one to ten, this is an 11. 12 even.

My girl ACRCullen first sent me over there. She KNOWS I hate to read WIPs but told me to GO since I adore good slash and poly. I am never gonna doubt her again. This story has a lot of the emotional tug that The Trip Home had, but there's something more, something so deep. It grips you completely.

The only thing I can think of that would make this story better would be if Edward got a lil tougher and maybe got to top! OR- a Peter/Jasper/Edward poly outtake... jussayin.

If you dig slash, and maybe if you don't, this story is so stunning and so vibrant. I truly recommend it.

Please go see the girls and Escortsper and Businessmanward at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5654185/1/Mergers_and_Acquisitions

You won't regret it. Tell them RainGirl sent you :)