Rant ... Kind of ...

*Narrows eyes* 

Um, yeah ... here's my starting author's note for Buying Love ...

"Okay, so we’re going to embark on a journey. A darker journey, one that will be around a different kind of Edward, a snarky, bossy Bella and a new Esme. It will be a drabble-ish type fic. The chapters will be between 1000 to 2000 words. Updates will come on Mondays and Fridays with teasers on Tuesdays and Saturdays on my blog. The link for the blog will be on my profile. The story is planned, but not pre-written."

The story is dark, angsty and not puppy dogs and rainbows. I don't understand why people are complaining about me dragging out Edward's confinement. I'm not describing it. Esme is an epic bitch who gets her rocks off from other people's pain. If I just had Esme be caught, the story would be over. You know? It's gonna get darker before things end, kids.

So, yeah ... I'm little irked at GRs and other reviewers giving me grief about how I'm writing the story. This is where my brain is right now. It's how I'm processing the pain of the loss of my mom. I"m taking it out on poor Edward. But, I will promise a HEA. If you don't like it, then don't read.

Period. End of statement. Moving on with life.

#JustSaying

Buying Love Teaser

Esme released me from my torture chamber mid-day on Friday. The first thing I did was scour my body. I felt so used and abused. My wrists and ankles were swollen from their bindings. I was starving, but I had to feel clean again. Unlikely, Edward. You’ll always feel dirty after what Esme does to you. The scalding hot shower helped my stiff, sore muscles and the thorough scrubbing I did of my skin made me feel slightly better. But, the memories of the past few days were on replay in my mind.

It would be a long time before I was truly okay. Being forced to …

Don’t think about it. Just, don’t.

Dressing in some comfortable clothes, I checked to see if Esme was around. Her office was closed and the chamber was locked. She was downstairs at Buying Love. I finagled the wooden plank off under my bed and found my throwaway phone. I plugged it in, turning it on. I sent Bella a text, apologizing for not calling her sooner. I alluded to my difficulties and putting her mind at ease about not wanting her.

Why would she want you? Esme’s voice sneered at me. I allowed a few tears to escape and a moment’s sadness before finishing my response to Bella. Clinging to the phone for a few more moments, I put it back under my bed and lay down to get a nap. Esme had allowed me very little sleep while I was her plaything. I wasn’t asleep long when Esme tore the blanket from my body. “You are so fucking lazy! This condo is disgusting. Get up off your ass and clean it up!” 

*Some folks have been asking about when we're going to find out more about Edward. We will. Esme will give you a hint at the end of this chapter. And as I've said before, this will be a DARKER journey than most. You've been warned.*