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I turn the corner and, though I don’t plan to eavesdrop, when I hear Edward talking to Esme, my feet stay rooted in place. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I offered to help with dinner because I wanted to get out of the living room. I’m willing to try, but I should warn you—I’m a complete […]





About the New Chapter…

I began writing Chapter Thirty-One of Fall to Ruin One Day on November 7, 2010. Though details changed during this time, but the main events remained the same. It’s loosely based on something I lived. The night of my twenty-fifth birthday, a stupid fight with my longterm boyfriend escalated in such a way that I […]





  Tonight for the first time ever, my writing will be featured on a Twitter #readalong. How to join in on the fun? Follow @twigirlsnxtdoor click any of the #readalong links you see in a tweet. Read Fall to Ruin One Day and tweet whatever moves you—be sure to include #readalong in your in tweet so […]





“Why are you even with me?”  I ask. His answer seems automatic—almost canned. “Because I love you.” “I want to believe you.” “But you don’t.” “No, I do. I just don’t think it means the same thing to you as it does to me.” “I don’t understand.” I open my eyes and meet his gaze in […]





“I’m not sure how to—and that’s the thing. You want answers, and so does he. No matter what I say or don’t say, I’m violating someone’s trust–”

“Why? Because you had sex with him?”





Lifting his hand from my leg, he moves as far away from me as the backseat of a Lincoln Town Car will permit. “It’s seems unbelievable, I know–” “So Carlisle was in Fly Club at Harvard? Small world. In that case, you’re right—we are brothers. It’s quite possible we’ve already met. Do you know what […]





“1995 Chateau Lafite-Rothschild.” With one hand under the bottle and the other on its neck, I present the wine for his approval. After a cursory glance at the label, he nods. “Thank you.” I retrieve my knife from my pocket and cut away the foil from the neck of the bottle. Alec hands me the […]





“I guess you’ve met him?” “Who?” “My…” He stops, shaking his head. “I don’t even know how to refer to him. William? Mr. Cullen? Lying motherfucker?” When I snort, he gives me the Look of Death. “Sorry.” Hoping to make this less awkward, I’ve been pounding armagnac. It’s a waste of alcohol—nothing could make this […]





“This would be so much easier if my phone were still working. Then I could just show you.” He takes a step back, folding his arms across his chest. “I swear, if you dragged me all the way out here to show me porn–” I roll my eyes. “If only.” “I don’t have all night–” […]





Dear Carlisle, This feels ridiculous—writing you a letter while you’re here in the apartment. You begged me to talk to you earlier, and though I wanted to, I just couldn’t. Now you’re listening to Automatic for the People. I’ve lived with you long enough to know that means you’re upset, and given the way the […]