It’s always a good day for Twilight fanfiction when Edward’s Eternal publishes a new story – and today is a good day! Need we say more?
Welcome to The Bull Rider…
Unable to sleep one night, I was scrolling through some other groups and my newsfeed and a picture caught my eye. Just a simple picture but I kept staring at it. What a great banner it would make I thought. And all at once, a story came to mind. A scene went through my head, a new Edward was born, and by the morning I had three chapters written of Bull Rider.
I was a little uncertain about the story, but my prereaders and beta quickly put my fears to rest. They loved this slightly older, cocky Edward, who on occasion isn’t as confident as he seems. Deb Drotuno describes him as “fuck hot”. That works for me.
As the owner of a country western bar, he uses the opportunity of being a sponsor at the local university to advertise his bar. There he runs into hard-working student Bella. Their first meeting wasn’t exactly what dreams are made of.
“Can you turn that down?” I yelled at the tall man leaning against the wall, watching the bull pen. His hair was blowing in the breeze, the bronze strands dancing around his head in riotous waves that he brushed off his forehead as he slowly pushed off the wall.
His gaze turned my way, eyes so green they were like cut glass, slowly perusing me up and down. A teasing grin pulled on his lips, one corner edging up higher than the other as he cupped his ear, leaning close. “What did you say?”
“I said turn the music down! The box office can’t hear what the customers are saying with that racket!”
Another grin was all I got. “That racket?” he repeated.
I waved my hand. “The music,” I repeated. I drew in a deep breath, remembering this was a sponsor. “Can you please turn it down a little?”
“Since you asked so nicely, of course.” Leaning over, his fingers reached for the knob. Long, elegant fingers on a very large hand. For some reason, my throat got dry and I swallowed. “Thank you,” I mumbled and turned away.
Fingers wrapped around my arm stopping me.
I looked up at him, suddenly nervous. “Edward,” he said softly.
“I’m Edward. You are?”
“Bella Isabella? That’s a long name.”
“No, my name is Isabella, My friends call me Bella.” I tossed my head, unsure why this man was making me so nervous. “You can call me Isabella.”
His lips quirked again and he dipped his head. “I look forward to the day I can change that.”
Then he lifted his head, a wide smile breaking out on his face. “Ladies! Welcome to the Bull Rider!”
Just like that I was dismissed. I turned away, the color hot on my cheeks.
“Not bloody likely,” I muttered, stomping my way back to the box office.
What a jerk.
Will Edward get another chance? I guess you have to read to find out.
I have it on good authority it’s a HEA, so it looks good.
Summary: Bella’s an exemplary student who enjoys her part-time job at the University, helping with event days; except when she has to deal with one particular sponsor. Edward Cullen runs the most popular country bar in the area. Handsome, charming and cocky, he only has eyes for one member of the student body. Can he ever make her see beneath his façade? Romance – Rated: M – Bella/Edward – WIP
A quick thank-you to Edward’s Eternal for riling us up for her new story and thanks to you all for dropping by. The FicSisters are now rushing with unseemly speed to experience the Bull Rider. Hope to see you there!