Yes, I did write a story for Fandom for Preemies. It’s called The Gift and it’s the story of Mercy Brown meeting Edward Cullen. It takes place within the world of Osa Bella, and happens about 40 years before Edward meets Bella. It’s really erotic, so for those of you who can’t deal with Edward being with someone besides Bella, this is not the story for you! Damn, I really hope the Fandom for Preemies folks don’t mind. And if they do, well, I suppose they can cut it, right? I mean nobody said don’t write erotica for this thing.
If you want to read it, on November 1 hit the Fandom for Preemies website. They will point you to their March of Dimes band, where you can donate. Please wait to donate until after 11/1 so they can keep track of you and get you the story compilation. There are 125 authors who have contributed to this thing, including Texas Katherine, Suzspetals and AGirlReckoning, so for five bucks (the minimum donation–please feel free to donate more), it’s a deal. Plus you get to support the March of Dimes, and who doesn’t want to do that?
The Gift is an excerpt from a much longer Mercy Brown story that I’m calling Heartless right now, that involves a Boston witch, a row with a coven of vampires from Portland Maine and possibly some vampire pirates (you knew I was going there eventually, right? RIGHT? Because seriously, VAMPIRATES. Somebody just has to do it. It may as well be me.) Heartless may or may not ever be completed and published. Right now I’m thinking, yes but then I have to get through National Novel Writing Month in one piece, write the FGB EPOV and who knows where my highly distractable mind will be by then? But I’ve got a good 12,ooo word start on Heartless, and that’s not chump change, right? If you guys really want to read it, I may have to go ahead and get it written.
But until then, have a taste of The Gift (below) and please consider donating generously to the March of Dimes on 11/1.
Bear hugs and Vampire kisses,
The Gift – Teaser
“Mercy Brown, the last American vampire,” he said. “I already knew your story—you’re a legend.”
Every vampire knew that legend, and many humans knew it too. In an attempt to save my brother from the consumption that nearly killed me in 1892, my body had been exhumed from its grave, my heart cut out of me and then burned, the ashes fed to my poor, dying brother.
“How did they manage to get your heart out of you?” he said. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“It involved a witch from Boston and a 14th century dagger,” I said, shaking off the memory. “It was very unpleasant.”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Oh, that’s okay,” I said, as cavalier as I could.
What did displease me was that Edward heard my thoughts about the small heart engraving etched into my breast by that Boston witch when I tried to cut a deal to get my heart back. That was a story I would have rather kept private.
“So without your physical heart, as dead as it was, you still couldn’t feel love?” he asked.
“Cannot,” I corrected.
“So you’ve never been in love?” Edward asked. “Not even as a human?”
“Love is what drove my sire to rob me of my right to heaven,” I said. “I never even knew the old ghoul loved me until he came to me on my deathbed. I’ve no use for love. I have music, and that’s enough.”
“I’m not sure I believe you,” he said. “Your songs are full of romance.”
“That’s different,” I said. “I can imagine it, I just can’t feel it.”
“You’ve never had a mate in this life then?”
“I have no intentions of being tied down.” But soon as I said it, the vision of being tied up by Edward flashed in my mind and I smirked in spite of myself.
“Liar,” he said and then growled in my ear, “Had you shown me earlier your tastes I would have come prepared.”
“So you’re that kind of vampire,” I said.
“Next time,” he said. “You will see exactly what kind of vampire I am.”