Under the Red Umbrella

Divine providence - fate, it has a way of making things happen. When Bella performs a simple act of kindness for a stranger, it changes her life forever.

A/N: This story was spawned from a crazy, fun ass, amazing weekend I had in NYC. It grew legs and ran away from me, so it’s not what I expected - but I hope you all enjoy. :)  Katbug86 beta'd this on the fly - I was impressed, because this is a hefty bitch. Give her some love, she has some stories more than worth checking out. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight; all of the respective characters belong to Smeyer.

Take a little time...

Everyday on this earth is a blessing, and if you are lucky enough to be healthy it makes it that much better.  But I am certain all of us know someone, if not deal with directly, health issues.  It is impossibly hard to watch someone close to you deteriorate from a debilitating decease, I have my own personal experience with a version of this. 


Take a moment and think about all the people in this world who have to wake up each day and push through, struggle to do just the simplest of things - things I know I take for granted; and in the end still have the will to thrive, to continue on.  Those people are amazing, a million times stronger in their heart and in their spirit than I could ever be.


Today you have the chance to support a charity for Parkinson's Decease.  I was presented with the opportunity to help with this charity by contributing an exclusive one-shot, along with several other authors.  I was excited to be a part of this, as I know all the authors were.  It feels good to do for others and spread the word.  So please take a moment and go to Foxy Fics to learn how you can be a part of something special. 

Thanks for your time, and listening to my ramblings.  I personally tried to make my one-shot extra juicy in a thanks to those who participated.  Go check it out, and spread the word!!

Thanks lovelies,
 xo Buff

Redeem Me Chapter 5 Teaser

Chapter 5 Teaser ...

I had never in my life behaved the way I did that afternoon; when I touched her I felt hungry, I wanted more. Contrary to what may be printed in the tabloids, I wasn’t normally one to be so forward - or so quick to be physical with a girl, but there was an uncontrollable urge that consumed me in that small, veiled room.

When my fingers caressed her soft skin, pliable and smooth, I could barely make out the rose that flushed across her cheek - I had to press my lips there. Then I pulled back and was met with deep, mahogany, rich quicksand eyes - pulling me under. I was lost in her, my body taking over.