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Music Reviews: Pink Floyd "Dark Side of the Moon" (Anniversary Ed.), plus a Doo-wop Anthology, Blind Blake, and More

Music Reviews: Pink Floyd "Dark Side of the Moon" (Anniversary Ed.), plus a Doo-wop Anthology, Blind Blake, and More #evangelineplayboys @blindblake #emberrecords @pinkfloyd @MUSICofeyelids #scottellison @byjeffburger @HowardWueflin

Pink Floyd “Dark Side of the Moon” (Anniversary Ed.), plus a Doo-wop Anthology, Blind Blake, and More The Dark Side of the Moon did for Pink Floyd what Fleetwood Mac’s eponymous 1975 album did for that band: transformed it from a long-time cult favorite into a gigantic worldwide phenomenon. And unlike the Mac, Pink Floyd didn’t have to make any personnel changes to grow its audience. What the…

[thoughts-of-a-bibleophile]

rewatching the Princess and the Frog and I love how Naveen is such a pathetic meow meow (affectionate)

man can't cook, can't clean, can't do anything for himself, but my god does he know how to be in love.

man fell HARD after Ma Belle Evangeline (you could argue even earlier too!) and spent the rest of the movie giving Tiana longing looks and fumbled declarations of love. he went from being a playboy who wanted to get married solely to fund his lifestyle to being willing to give up his literal humanity to stay with her, not to mention being willing to take on two/three jobs to help her achieve her dream, and I think more love interests should take notes!

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An introduction to the muses:

— Vivian Kennedy, Inglourious Basterds. Known as the Lady Basterd, she is like a sister to the Basterds—- but don’t let her pretty face fool you. With sixty-seven scalps under her belt and a knife sharpened and poised for the sixty-eighth, she works to bring an end to the war, and glory to her brothers-in-arms.

— Tessa Nashton, The Green Hornet. Tessa is a socialite who finds herself entangled in the crime of her beloved city, and, finding herself in a serious bind that threatens her reputation, turns to none other than Benjamin Chudnofsky to eliminate the problem and clear her name.

— Tahlia Leigh, Water for Elephants. The Benzini Bros. Songbird is a singer with a heart of gold, and eyes only for August Rosenbluth, the recently divorced ringmaster who’s working to rebuild his circus and his life from disaster. She is a talented performer and a gentle soul, and, perhaps, the key to saving the circus from failure. (Bonus: I have an individual roleplay account for her! @benzinis-songbird . But I also write her here.)

— Delilah Raine, Django Unchained/Dead for a Dollar. The wife of an abusive, high-class man, Delilah lives a life of deception: by day she plays the role of a happy wife, and by night she cries herself to sleep while her husband drinks and curses. It is not until a bounty hunter rides into town that she begins to see hope —- and perhaps, a chance at true love.

— Stella, Epic. Stella was once a trusted servant of Queen Tara, before her death. In her grief, Stella swore to get revenge on those who killed the beloved queen. Her attempt at revenge was thwarted, and she was captured by Boggans, given to their warlord Mandrake as a gift. He had just lost a son, and yearned for an heir to his kingdom—- when he saw Stella brought before him, a recognizable member of the Queen’s handmaidens, a plan quickly formed.

— Matilda “Tilda” Leth, Spectre/No Time to Die. Tilda is the personal assistant-turned-lover of Ernst Stavro Blofeld, head of Spectre. As the keeper of many of his secrets, she finds herself tangled deeply in Spectre’s web. . . and soon finds herself carrying a secret of her own.

— Eleanora Sandvoort, Tulip Fever. Eleanora is the third wife and last great love of Cornelis Sandvoort. A dedicated and loving woman, she wants nothing more than to fill his quiet home with their children. Cornelis desires a legacy, and she’s prepared to give it to him.

— Lorraine Blight, Downsizing. Lorraine downsized with nothing left to lose. She worked a dead-end job; she didn’t have friends, and didn’t have a partner. Downsizing was a chance to start over, to perhaps move forward in life, and moving into a complex with lots of interesting people — including a certain Serbian playboy — gave her hope for everything she had yearned for.

— Ophelia Rom, Alita: Battle Angel. An ex-Zalemite who left to escape an abusive relationship, Ophelia is kept alive by technology on the back and base of her skull. She is very reclusive and withdrawn, but when she finds herself in need of repairs, turns to the well-loved Dr. Dyson Ido for help.

— Evelyn Warner, Most Dangerous Game. Little is known about Evelyn —- if that’s even her real name; nobody knows for sure. She’s a part of the Tiro Fund, and works alongside Miles and his crew to put on successful hunts all around the world. Her talent for theatrics makes her a valuable asset to the sport.

— Evangeline Rush, The Consultant. Evangeline’s job as a personal assistant is a difficult one, but with such an enigmatic and charming new boss as Regus Patoff, she finds coming to work gets a little more interesting each day. She begins to learn more about the man behind the name, and finds herself enamored with him.

— OC FOR GUILLERMO DEL TORO’S PINOCCHIO COMING SOON !

— OC FOR THE PORTABLE DOOR COMING SOON !

— OC FOR KOPFSTAND COMING SOON !

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Disney Review Request Princess and the Frog

Requested by @themousefromfantasyland who wanted me to discuss Princess and the FRog ,the PRincess film that isnt really talked about and why it is a bit under the radar ....And yeah I wanna talk about that too .See I remember the HYPE for this film :It was Disney going back to their roots ,a princess fairy tale musical in beautiful 2D animation by Ron Clements and John Musker AKA the best directors Disney has ever had ,this was it ,this was going to bring back Disney for a modern age.....And it did fine ,not the game changer Disney was hoping for and as a result instead of bring back Disney 2D after a long hiatus,it was more of a swan song befor one last gasp in the form of Winnie the Pooh .I also saw the film in the theaters right when Disney had kind of become an obsession and for a few years it was the fave movie of my lil sibling.....Till Frozen came out .Also spoilers ahead

The plot of this 2009 film concerns a waitress named Tiana (Anika Noni Rose) who dreams of opening her own restraunt ,and meets Naveen(Bruno Campos) a selfish Prince who has been turned into a frog in a scheme by the evil Dr Facilier (Kieth David ) ,and going by the Frog Prince fairy tale ,Naveen convinces Tiana to kiss him in exchange for enough money to pay for her restraunt .....Only for her to turn into a frog as well ,and the two set off on an adventure to find a way to make them human

This is a film I wish I loved ,cause there is a lot to love .The animation is beautiful ,and everytime I watch it I get a little sad cause 2D has been completly taken over by CG ,at least in America .I like the side characters .Louis the Trumpet playing gator while not having a lot to do is brilliantly animated by Eric Goldberg and played masterfully by Michael Leon Wooley (THough I will confess ,since I found out he played Audrey II in the Broadway version of Little Shop of Horrors ,I keep expecting him to go "Feeeeeddd Meeeee" ).I ADORE Mama Odie ,a 197 year old blind voodoo priestess .She is kind of a deceptively goofy yet wise character which is an archetype I love and Jennifer Lewis gives it her all ,I had no idea the actress was only in her 50's she convinced me she was much older . I think my favorite character might be Tianas friend Charlotte ,a rich girl obsessed with marrying a prince ,she is just so energetic and funny and I love that she genuinely cares about Tiana .Ray the firefly is a character I thought I wouldnt like when the film was being advertised and I confess I dont like his design .....But he is actually the heart of the film ,Jim Cummings givers a great performance ,I love his sub plot about being in love with a star ,Evangeline ,and I remember how shocking it was that Ray DIES .At the end of the film Dr Facilier KILLS him ,and I remeber the audience gasped in the theater .Now I have seen people who either think Rays death is emotionally powerful or straight up silly ,for me....Im a big ball of emotion ,so when that second star eppears next to the wishing star meaning Ray is finally with Evangeline ......I tear up

I really love Naveen as a character ,a disinherited playboy who loves jazz and his arc and romance with Tiana is good.I also just adore the setting ,I think 1920's New Orleans is the perfect place for a 20th century fairy tale (Wish they used it better but I will get into that ).I also love the use of jazz music and speaking about the music lets talk about the songs by Randy Newman .Now I am not a big Newman fan but I think the songs are really good though some are just OK and I am gonna talk about them from my least favorite to my most favorite

8.Never Knew I needed-the obligatory end credits pop song that is good ,but I dont love it ,I kind of forgot this one existed

7.When We're Human-Sung by Tiana,Naveen and Louis Its cute but kind of meh for me

6.Gonna Take You There-Sung by Ray and his Firefly family ,its just OK

5.Down in New Orleans(All versions)-I actually really like this song ,its a good opener and closer

4.Almost There:Tianas song that is really damn good, Anika Noni Rose does a fantastic job ,I think it is also my third favorite song animation wise ....I just like three other songs better

3.Ma Belle Evangeline -One of the most underrated love songs in Disney ,I think the sequence is beautiful(One of my favorite scenes in the film honestly ) and Jim Cumming really shows off his singing skills

2.Dig A Little Deeper :Mama Odies song and its just got a good message while also be8ing a ton of fun and Jennifer Lewis just sells it .I got a weakness for Gospel style numbers

1.Friends on the Other Side-OK I have opinions that are unpopular about Doctor Facilier but I will give him this ,he has one of the BEST Villain songs in Disney .Kieth David really shows off his amazing singing skills here,the animation is perfect ,I like how it builds up to being completely insane ,its fun ,its creepy ,its just a great villain song.....With a perfect reprise ,but I'll talk about that later

I'll talk about Tiana later ,so lets go into what I think is the flaws/things I am kind of meh about/thing that almost work but dont but-...*Sigh* lets just get into it

In the meh category ....The use of celeb voices here are weird.Like usually you get a big star to play the main character or the sidekick or the villain.....But aside from getting the great character actor Kieth David to play the villain,which I get but the other three BIG STARs play supporting characters.Now I kind of get Terrance Howard and Oparah Winfrey for the parents but...I'm just gonna say it ,why is JOHN GOODMAN IN THIS FILM ??I love John Goodman ,dont get me wrong ,and yeah he is a plot point, (FAcilier wants to kill him and gain his wealth ) but he doesnt do much so I am always distracted when I hear Goodmans voice

Annnnnnddd lets get to the part that I think might get me some flack....Lets talk about my issues,AND what I like about Dr Facilier .I KNOW this guy is super beloved he is the part of the movie people REALLY like....And I'm sorry I got problems with him .I'll start with what I like :His design is great ,evoking classic DIsney villains like Captain Hook ,his villain song like I said is marvelous ,I like his evil plan to take over New Orleans and feed all the inhabitants souls to his Friends on the Other Side ,he's got menace to him,I love the fact his shadow is alive .he is played by one of my favorite actors Kieth David who delivers a phenominal vocal performance and I like that beneath his cool facade he is actually a desperate and terrified dude when it comes to his otherworldly buddies ......But while he is made of cool parts ,they emphisize his greed ,his motive is he wants money and power ......Thats boring and it doesnt really vibe with "Im going to let spirits devour New Orleans " .The other is he is more plot villain and not a good foil to the heroes . He has no connection with Tiana really ,they only have one scene together and she apparently knows who he is but thats never explained .I say to make him a better villain

1.Emphisize his back story that he was someone who used magic to fufill his desires the easy way ,and his desperation to pay off his debt is his motive

2.Have him pursue the heroes ,and tempt the heroes.

I wll say he is a fun character ,I just wish he was great .....Oh his death scene is AMAZING and TERRIFYING though, dragged to the spirit world by his own shadow as his own villain song is sung by monstrus spirits ,that was such a jaw dropping scene in the theater ,possibly my favorite Disney villain death

As for things in the I dont like section.....The film begins strong,and ends strong too.....But that middle section in the bayou is just kind of dull.Up to Ma Belle Evangiline that whole part of the film just drags ,including these three minor bad guys that dont add anything ,theres some terrible jokes ,and two of the songs dont do it for me .Humor in general is hit and miss .Oh I almost forgot ,Lawrence is one of the most forgettable villain sidekicks in Disney,I kind of forget he is in the movie

Well Question time

1 - What do you think about Tiana as a character?

I like Tiana ,I think she is a good protagonist ,Anika Noni Rose soes a good performance ,I find her likeable and I like her romance with Naveen.

2 - Do you think this movie would be better if Tiana didn't turn into a frog, or if the frogs journeyed through New Orleans more inteastad of the bayou?

Yeah I wouldve preferred mor human Tiana,and while I like swampy settings ,I wanted more in New Orleans .

3 - Is this movie good, bad, or just watchable?

Its... on the good end of Watchable .I dont return to it a bunch it has flaws ...But its got its good stuff in it .I dunno I always go in wanting it to be better then it is

Overall it almost works but it feels undercooked ,but I still reccomend it .If best is A+ this is about a B

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ꪆৎ 𓈒 ֹ Evan͠geline 𝓐ng͟e͟lle 🪽 ੭ ᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇɪʀᴀ ᴅᴀ ᴍɪɴʜᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟ

──𝜗𝜚 𝓐b͟out me˚. ᵎᵎ 🩺⋆ ✦ Micah Ríos é o meu atual namorado e futuro marido. Eu e ele temos 4 anos de diferença. Micah está no 4 semestres da faculdade de Pediatria. Ele e vem de uma familia da area de medicina sendo filho de uma dentista e de um medico cirurgiao plastico. Desde que ele era adolcente ele ama crianças. Além dele ser muito fofo e amoroso com Ange. E o sonho dele e ser Papai

──𝜗𝜚 𝓟e͟r͟s͟onality˚. ᵎᵎ 🩺⋆ Micah é um homem responsável, inteligente e maduro. Ele se dedica ao seu trabalho, mas também sabe se divertir nas horas vagas. Ele é carinhoso com as pessoas que ama, especialmente com a Evangeline. Ele é muito possesivo e protetor com ela, e não gosta que ninguém se aproxime demais ou tente flertar com ela. Ele é ciumento e possessivo, mas também é fiel e leal. Ele faz de tudo para agradar e proteger a doll.

──𝜗𝜚 𝓐p͟p͟earance˚. ᵎᵎ 🩺⋆ Micah é uma homem muito bonito com descendência estadunidense. Ele tem cabelo levemente cacheado da cor marrom . Ele tem varias pintinhas pelo rosto alem de ter 3 Piercing, e seu braço e cheio de tatuagem. Micah tem um corpo definido e musculoso

──𝜗𝜚 𝓥i͟sual i͟denti͟ty˚. ᵎᵎ 🩺⋆ Vape Prata Tatuagem Moto Golden retriever energy Gym Livros

──𝜗𝜚 𝓛i͟festyle˚. ᵎᵎ 🩺⋆ Micah é um estudante de Pediatria que ama crianças e sonha em ser pai. Ele vem de uma família de médicos. Seu lifestyle é dedicado à sua paixão pela medicina e pelo cuidado com os pequenos.

──𝜗𝜚 𝓒omo M͟i͟c͟a͟h͟ conheceu A͟n͟g͟e͟˚. ᵎᵎ 🩺⋆ Micah e Evangeline se conheceram em uma festa de aniversário de um amigo em comum, Gigi. Gigi era a melhor amiga de Evangeline e namorava Lorenzo, que era o melhor amigo de Micah. Evangeline estava cursando mecânica no IFPR e tinha 16 anos, enquanto Micah estava no quarto semestre de pediatria e tinha 21 anos. Evangeline era uma garota doce, fria e quieta, que não acreditava no amor. Micah era um rapaz simpático, extrovertido e carinhoso, que sonhava em encontrar sua alma gêmea. Gigi e Lorenzo queriam apresentar os dois, pois achavam que eles combinavam. Eles armaram um encontro às cegas na festa, e fizeram com que Micah e Evangeline fossem o quarto par na hora da dança. Porém, Evangeline não gostou da ideia, pois achava que Micah era muito velho e muito diferente dela. Ela também se sentia culpada por estar atrapalhando o plano de Gigi e Lorenzo, que eram seus cupidos. Micah, por outro lado, ficou encantado com Evangeline assim que a viu. Ele achou ela linda, delicada e misteriosa. Ele tentou puxar assunto com ela, mas ela foi fria e monossilábica. Ele tentou elogiá-la, mas ela se esquivou. Ele tentou convidá-la para dançar, mas ela recusou. Ele não entendeu por que ela não se interessava por ele, e ficou frustrado e triste. A festa acabou, e eles se despediram sem trocar números de telefone ou redes sociais. Micah pensou que nunca mais veria Evangeline, e Evangeline pensou que tinha se livrado de Micah. E aos poucos Evangeline vou que podi confiar em Micah

──𝜗𝜚 𝓟a͟s͟s͟a͟d͟o͟ da Micah˚. ᵎᵎ 🩺⋆ Micah Ríos nasceu em Ourinhos, uma cidade do interior de São Paulo, sendo filho de uma dentista e de um médico cirurgião plástico. Ele cresceu em uma família rica e privilegiada, mas também humilde e generosa. Seus pais sempre o ensinaram a valorizar o trabalho, a educação, a honestidade e a solidariedade. Eles também o incentivaram a seguir seus sonhos e a buscar sua felicidade. Micah sempre foi um garoto inteligente, carismático e popular. Ele se destacava na escola, nos esportes, nas artes e nas festas. Ele tinha muitos amigos, admiradores e pretendentes. Ele era considerado um playboy mimado por alguns, mas ele não se importava com a opinião dos outros. Ele sabia quem ele era, e o que ele queria. Micah sempre quis ser médico, assim como seu pai. Ele tinha uma paixão pela medicina, pela ciência, pela vida. Ele queria ajudar as pessoas, curar as doenças, salvar as vidas. Ele se dedicou aos estudos, e conseguiu entrar na faculdade de pediatria. Ele escolheu essa especialidade, pois amava as crianças, e queria cuidar delas. Micah também queria encontrar o amor, assim como sua mãe. Ele tinha uma esperança pelo amor, pelo romance, pela felicidade. Ele queria ter alguém, amar alguém, fazer alguém feliz. Ele se envolveu com várias garotas, mas nenhuma delas o fez sentir o que ele procurava. Ele esperava encontrar sua alma gêmea. Micah encontrou seu amor, quando conheceu Evangeline. Ela era diferente de todas as garotas que ele já tinha visto. Ela era linda, doce, fria e quieta. Ela era estudante de mecânica, e tinha 16 anos. Eles se conheceram em um encontro às cegas na festa de aniversário de Gigi, uma amiga em comum. Eles se apaixonaram, e começaram a namorar. Micah mudou sua vida, quando ficou com Evangeline. Ela o fez ver o mundo de outra forma. Ela o fez sentir coisas que ele nunca tinha sentido. Ela o fez feliz, e ele a fez feliz. Eles se completaram, e se tornaram um só. Eles decidiram se casar, e construir uma família. Eles foram felizes para sempre.

──𝜗𝜚 𝓕a͟t͟o͟s͟ sobre Micah ˚. ᵎᵎ 🩺⋆ • Micah é apaixonada por literatura inglesa • Micah E paixonado por crianças e animais • Ele fala fluentemente inglês • O pai de Micah e Estadunidense • A mãe da Micah é carioca • Micah se paixonado primiro que Evangeline • Apesar de sua parencia de mal, micah e um doce de pessoa

──𝜗𝜚 𝓗á͟b͟i͟t͟o͟s͟ d͟u͟v͟i͟d͟o͟s͟o͟s͟ do Micah˚. ᵎᵎ 🩺⋆ ― Micah gosta ficar com a mão nos seios de Ange quando está com frio ― Micah gosta de dar leves chupoes no pescoço de Ange quando estamos deitados ― Micah sempre beijar Ange na frente de todo mundo para verem que ela tem "dono" ― Micah sempre está com a mão na cintura Ange ― Ele sempre sussurrar coisas no ouvido de Ange para provoca-lá

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Title: The Seven

Author: Sarah M. Cradit

Series or standalone: series

Publication year: 2018

Genres: fiction, fantasy, paranormal, historical fiction, supernatural, romance

Blurb: The seven Deschanel siblings live with their long-suffering mother in a historic Garden District mansion. Each of them is unique, born with a gift...in some cases, a gift they wish they could give back. When August Deschanel died, he left his wife, Irish Colleen, with more than seven children to raise. She inherited a job she was never prepared for: bringing up his heirs in a world she doesn't understand. She'd never seen true magic before marrying into the most prominent and mysterious family in New Orleans. Now, she can't escape it. Irish Colleen knows a terrible secret: her youngest, a prophet, has seen a future that is unavoidable. The Deschanels will not leave 1970 without losing one of the seven. She knows only that it will happen, not when, how, or to whom. Charles, the playboy heir apparent; Augustus, the family fixer; Colleen, the unfailing pragmatist; Madeline, the bleeding heart; Evangeline, the genius; Maureen, the dreamer; Elizabeth, the tortured one. One of her children must die, and Irish Colleen can do nothing to stop it.

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an introduction to my ocs :

the Christoph Waltz movies/TV edition .

Feel free to ask me anything you’d like about them!

— Vivian Kennedy, Inglourious Basterds. Known as the Lady Basterd, she is like a sister to the Basterds—- but don’t let her pretty face fool you. With sixty-seven scalps under her belt and a knife sharpened and poised for the sixty-eighth, she works to bring an end to the war, and glory to her brothers-in-arms.

— Tessa Nashton, The Green Hornet. Tessa is a socialite who finds herself entangled in the crime of her beloved city, and, finding herself in a serious bind that threatens her reputation, turns to none other than Benjamin Chudnofsky to eliminate the problem and clear her name.

— Tahlia Leigh, Water for Elephants. The Benzini Bros. Songbird is a singer with a heart of gold, and eyes only for August Rosenbluth, the recently divorced ringmaster who’s working to rebuild his circus and his life from disaster. She is a talented performer and a gentle soul, and, perhaps, the key to saving the circus from failure. (Bonus: I have a roleplay account for her! @benzinis-songbird)

— Delilah Raine, Django Unchained/Dead for a Dollar. The wife of an abusive, high-class man, Delilah lives a life of deception: by day she plays the role of a happy wife, and by night she cries herself to sleep while her husband drinks and curses. It is not until a bounty hunter rides into town that she begins to see hope —- and perhaps, a chance at true love.

— Stella, Epic. Stella was once a trusted servant of Queen Tara, before her death. In her grief, Stella swore to get revenge on those who killed the beloved queen. Her attempt at revenge was thwarted, and she was captured by Boggans, given to their warlord Mandrake as a gift. He had just lost a son, and yearned for an heir to his kingdom—- when he saw Stella brought before him, a recognizable member of the Queen’s handmaidens, a plan quickly formed.

— Matilda “Tilda” Leth, Spectre/No Time to Die. Tilda is the personal assistant-turned-lover of Ernst Stavro Blofeld, head of Spectre. As the keeper of many of his secrets, she finds herself tangled deeply in Spectre’s web. . . and soon finds herself carrying a secret of her own.

— Eleanora Sandvoort, Tulip Fever. Eleanora is the third wife and last great love of Cornelis Sandvoort. A dedicated and loving woman, she wants nothing more than to fill his quiet home with their children. Cornelis desires a legacy, and she’s prepared to give it to him.

— Lorraine Blight, Downsizing. Lorraine downsized with nothing left to lose. She worked a dead-end job; she didn’t have friends, and didn’t have a partner. Downsizing was a chance to start over, to perhaps move forward in life, and moving into a complex with lots of interesting people — including a certain Serbian playboy — gave her hope for everything she had yearned for.

— Ophelia Rom, Alita: Battle Angel. An ex-Zalemite who left to escape an abusive relationship, Ophelia is kept alive by technology on the back and base of her skull. She is very reclusive and withdrawn, but when she finds herself in need of repairs, turns to the well-loved Dr. Dyson Ido for help.

— Evelyn Warner, Most Dangerous Game. Little is known about Evelyn —- if that’s even her real name; nobody knows for sure. She’s a part of the Tiro Fund, and works alongside Miles and his crew to put on successful hunts all around the world. Her talent for theatrics makes her a valuable asset to the sport.

— Evangeline Rush, The Consultant. Evangeline’s job as a personal assistant is a difficult one, but with such an enigmatic and charming new boss as Regus Patoff, she finds coming to work gets a little more interesting each day. She begins to learn more about the man behind the name, and finds herself enamored with him.

— OC FOR GUILLERMO DEL TORO’S PINOCCHIO COMING SOON !

— OC FOR THE PORTABLE DOOR COMING SOON !

— OC FOR KOPFSTAND COMING SOON !

[augustandthebeastinside]

VALENTINE’S DAY | CENÁRIO I | INSPIRAÇÃO: Crepúsculo

August recebeu uma mensagem de texto que o deixou confuso. Na mensagem, Evangeline dizia: Eu sei o que você é. Ele pegou o celular para responder: playboy, filantropo e muito gato? mas não teve a chance de escrever.  Contra a própria vontade, ele se levantou. Com um franzir de olhos, ele entrou no carro (ele sempre tinha tido um Volvo prata?) e dirigiu até a floresta próxima da casa de Eva. De alguma forma, ele sabia que ela estaria lá, mas não pôde deixar de se surpreender ao encontrá-la, de costas para si.  -- Diga. -- Ele pegou a si mesmo dizendo, embora não soubesse porque. -- Diga em voz alta. 

starter fechado com @cindcrelic​

[leossmoonn]

heyyyy🪴

- name : evie/evangeline idm (yes that’s my full name don’t laugh)

- pronouns : she/her

- character : mark sloan

- plot : ummm maybe like he’s finally decided he wants to settle down & have a proper girlfriend/wife and have a future , idrk you can have some fun with it i don’t mind! <3

Holiday Party

Dude I would never laugh. Your full name is beautiful! So elegant and pretty. I love it. I haven’t watched greys in a while so excuse me if I get his personality wrong. Hope you enjoy this!

Dear Evie,

I know you probably don’t want to hear from me now. I think I screwed things up. At least that’s what Meredith, Lexi, Callie, and literally everyone else has told me. I hope this letter helps, though. I want you to know I’ve never written a letter to any girl before. Not even to my junior high crushes. You can consider yourself a special girl.

I’m a playboy, I won’t deny it. I know I am incredibly sexy and I make girls fall on their knees, and while I am flattered by all of them, the only girl I want falling to her knees for me is you. Figuratively and literally — kidding, of course.

In all seriousness, I love you. I’m so in love with you. I swear I have never felt this way before in my life. And you can choose to believe me or not, that’s your choice, but I promise if you agree to give me a second chance, I will spend every second of every day proving it to you.

You are gorgeous, hilarious, sexy, so smart, and one hell of a surgeon. You intimidate me, honestly. You do amazing work and transform people’s lives. I learn so much from you. Not only in the OR, but during our personal time together. You’ve taught me how to be free, how to truly love someone, and how to do that cool thing in the bedroom.

I’m ready to be yours. Yours and nobody else’s. I can’t imagine my life without you, Evie. You’re my best friend and my one true love. I’m ready to settle down and take this relationship seriously. I need you.

Please go out with me Friday night. You won’t regret it.

Yours Truly, Mark.

[rohirrim1996]

Appreciation Post for Underrated Disney Men:

Hi, so I don’t know if it’s just me, but when people talk about Disney guys, it’s a lot of I want someone like Eugene (Tangled) or Kristoff (Frozen), and I don’t blame them. But I wanted to make an appreciation post for some other guys. I may make another because I got tired finding gifs after awhile.

First we’ll start with:

Naveen (Princess and The Frog)

Okay, I couldn’t find the cute gifs of things he did as a frog, but oh my god, Prince Naveen. This man’s character arc kind of amazed me. He starts off as this playboy prince, but then he finds his “Evangeline”. He’s SO supportive of Tiana’s dream of owning a restaurant. He literally is there when she buys the place and helps her build it to make her dreams come true. He literally put Tiana’s hopes and dreams first instead of him proposing to her because her dreams meant the world to her and that was more important to him. Her happiness was more important to him. The way he looks at Tiana shows how much he absolutely adores and loves her. He tried learning to cook and let her teach him and show him how to do things.

Phoebus (Hunchback of Notre Dame):

Okay, I know the movie doesn’t go with the book, but this man. Oof. He literally pulls his horse out in front of guards as they chase after Esmeralda (because they are racist, Gypsy hating assholes) and makes Achilles, his horse, sit on the one who fell over. The man literally almost dies standing up to the hatred fueled rampage of Frollo because Frollo got a boner for Esmeralda and if he couldn’t have her, guess everyone will have to die. He literally thinks it’s badass and the hottest shit that she takes on all of the guards by herself. He’s also super adorable when he tries to charm Esmeralda and realizes he epically failed at it. He’s snarky. He’s funny. He also sees that Quasimodo is upset and Phoebus positively puts the attention on Quasimodo to make his friend feel better and to look good in front of Esmeralda.

Li Shang (Mulan):

He literally is the most awkward dork when it comes to talking to a strong, fierce female he is very much attracted to. He loves Mulan for herself and literally makes an excuse to return her helmet to her in order to see her again. He literally allows her to live after they found out she was a woman in the military because she had saved his life. Then when the Emperor was in danger, he literally put his differences aside and followed through with her plan. I don’t know about you, but I think that’s fucking amazing. He’s also a bumbling idiot in front of Mulan’s father when he tries to give the helmet back, and I love how he doesn’t try to play it “cool” in front of Mulan. He’s able to be himself and doesn’t have this burdening sense of responsibility over his shoulders. I love Shang so much.

[iris-ymir]

As more and more viera girls keep finding their way to Blacksoul Manor, the high houses of Ishgard have started to rumor about the lord of the house, Varg Blacksoul running a bunny playboy mansion...

(With @umbralich & @evangeline-cross)

[just-the-mage]

🍰🎃🌎 for the get to know my character through asks thing!

🍰 - What is their favorite type of dessert or sweet?  

Evangeline’s favorite dessert is easily butter toffee.  She has a bit of a sweet tooth, and usually prefers fruit-flavored pastries as a dessert item, but there’s something about toffee that hits right.  There’s a curious sensation that comes with eating something that sticks in one’s teeth, and Eva for some reason enjoys that. 

🎃 - What is your character’s favorite holiday?

Heavensturn.  Evangeline enjoys the Starlight Celebration as well, but there’s something refreshing about a new year coming to fruition.  Every year she hopes she can shed a bit more of her past...until maybe one day it will all be forgotten. 

🌎 - If money were no object, where would they live and what would they do with their life? (Ex: entrepreneur, playboy, philanthropist, etc) 

Oddly enough, something that came up in a conversation with Iris a while ago stuck with Evangeline.  She doesn’t have the means for it, nor...really the skill, to be honest, but she finds the idea of starting a little chocolate shop to be quite appealing.  As of right now, of course, money is very much an object...starting a shop comes with a lot of expenses and Evangeline, on a guard’s salary, probably won’t be able to achieve that dream anytime soon.  Plus, she finds it a bit silly to think about...the assumption being that if anyone finds out about it, they would most likely make fun of her. 

[evangclines-blog1]

what  if  we  ......  pretended  this  was  a  good  intro  .....  aha  just  kidding  .....  unless  ?  i  was  just  gonna  link  to  all  my  stuff  but  ...  ur  girl  wrote  a  lot  and  i  don’t  wanna  be  cruel  and  force  u  all  to  read  everything  JDBWBDJBWJ  so  here we  go  !!   <3

( VENUS, PARK SOOYOUNG, CIS FEMALE, SHE /HER ) guess what, EVANGELINE RHEE has just landed in cannes with their private jet. they are a TWENTY-TWO year old socialite, who spends much of their time & money UPDATING THEIR SKINCARE ROUTINE. i think their family is in the ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY and their net worth is around 10B USD.   

first things first ... i’m gonna drop some links in case u want to read everything i wrote at 6 am the day the submit closed bc im stoopid like that <3 

here u can find her full bio, stats, extended stats, and hcs ! the hcs are definitely the most fun to read so i recommend going to that page hehe

into the summary we go !

BACKSTORY:  suicide mention tw

eva’s dad is a movie producer and her mom was the beautiful woman he met at a train station <3 her parents had a very whirlwind romance, very love at first sight, very passionate and intense type of relationship literally everything you see in hollywood ? they had that ! they got married after only a year of knowing each other and had eva soon after 

thats when things got not-so-picturesque /: after having eva, her mom entered a pretty dark depression. eva’s dad ( who had been aware of his wife’s mental health and even warned by her family against doing anything crazy like getting married and having a whole baby so fast ) was kinda in denial about everything. eva’s mom still had her good days, but the bad days were really bad & when eva was only two years old her mom had an accident & passed away 

so while eva’s dad was grieving, he sent little eva to new york city to go live with her grandma !! eva adored her grandmother more than anyone else. she was a retired jazz singer, and a lot of what they did together was sit around and listen to old records <3 eva lived with her until she was five years old & that’s pretty much the only childhood she can remember since her mom died when she was so young !! 

when her dad brings eva back to france, he’s doing a lot better. he’s back to producing movies and throwing parties and being a part of society again ( things he had stopped while he was grieving for his wife ) and he even found his own form of “medicine” which was simply the company of beautiful women ! most of them were young actresses he met through his work, all of them were gorgeous, and they all adored little eva <3 

eva adored them right back ! they taught her stuff she imagined all mother’s teach their daughters: how to dress well, how to smell nice, how to get people’s attention, what makeup to wear, how to do your hair, how to speak so everyone hangs on to your every word, etc. she was still a little girl but she was absorbing all these lessons like a sponge, & it’s a big part of why she’s so obsessed with her own femininity and why she’s got this mindset about being beautiful inside & out in order to feel balanced. 

none of the women her dad brought home were ever at her house for more than a week. her father, who had been a notorious bachelor before eva’s mother, seemed incapable of falling in love again. that was his first and maybe only lesson to eva, which was how to break hearts, which is something else she absorbed & carried with her as she grew up

as eva grew up, she kinda became obsessed with trying to imagine what her mom had been like. no one in her family liked to talk about her, especially not her dad, but she knew she looked just like her and she was kinda always trying to fill in the blanks. but then one christmas her dad let it slip that her mom’s death hadn’t been an accident at all, that it had been on purpose. that was kind of the turning point for eva & she just kind of....stopped trying to re imagine her mom after that just kinda wanting to let her rest /:

she also went through a phase of doing stuff just because she could. she’d flirt with people’s boyfriends, she’d make strangers fall in love with her, she’d date people just to break up with them suddenly, etc. she kind of realized just how much she could get away with, but more than that, just how far people would go when they fell in love. she was obsessed with that, but also kind of jealous of those people just because she’d never felt that kind of soul shattering love for someone before and she really does want to </3 while she’s never been in love before, and while she does get bored of lovers easily, she still feels a type of attachment that is sometimes so strong she’s not willing to let the other person go even if she’s being selfish by hanging onto people she can’t get serious abt /: thats just life sometimes......whore rights !

FUN FACTS , PERSONALITY, AND TIDBITS: whore antics tw

 goes by eva, never evangeline. her grandma has always called her angel, and so that nickname has also carried over naturally

libra sun AND moon babey ! read abt it here

wears euphoria makeup to do groceries

 moved from paris to new york city for college to attend columbia university. double majored in english literature and business management. 

created what she called the “manhattan group” in reference to the bloomsbury group, which was a group of associated english writers, intellectuals, philosophers and artists in the first half of the 20th century ( that included writers like virginia woolf ) duringher freshman year. although meetings were supposed to be about discussing literature, it mostly became a place to drink warming champagne, flirt, and gossip. eva hosted the events & meetings off campus inside her loft. the manhattan group only lasted her freshman year though, as rumors of all the underage drinking and “cult-like behavior” persuaded her to drop it. that, and the fact that more than one member had fallen in love with her and things were getting quite tense. 

she never carries a lighter because she likes the way more than one person will offer her one if she asks for a light <3 

it’s a famous rumor that eva once spilled her drink on her chanel mini-dress at a charity gala and stripped down to her lingerie in front of everyone. it would have stayed a rumor if it wasn’t for the instagram story that went up of her only her underwear. 

she has a house phone in her nyc loft that only a select few people ( minus the strangers she’s given the number to while drunk ) know the number 

has a three year old black cat named june that she brought with ehr to cannes <3 

is the proud owner of a black maserati despite being an infamous bad driver. no one in their right mind, especially not her friends, would ever trust eva to drive.

it’s rumored she once snuck onto the yacht of a ceo to a fortune 500 company, only for him to find her in nothing but a bath towel eating chocolates while flipping through his playboy magazines, and that he was so taken with her instead of pressing charges he decided to name the boat after eva.

once spent a whole day walking around paris in a cheap pink wig and calling herself yvette. nobody could figure out why. eva often pulls stunts like this on a whim.

believes 2 is an unlucky number and is very superstitious about it, as that is the year her mother died. fully believes her twenties are cursed and is actually looking forward to the day she turns 30 just to escape the 2′s.

leonardo dicaprio once made a pass at her during the after party of a movie premiere she was attending.

during full moons, eva always has sex with the windows open. even if it’s winter, a window will be cracked open. this is one of her many personal superstitions. 

has a collection of old love letters, mixtapes, and presents past suitors and secret admirers have gifted her. while she cannot remember the origin of quite a few of the objects in her collection, she is attached to them still.

owns a replica of the famous cross necklace filled with cocaine that kathryn had in cruel intentions.

literally i basically just copied most of my hcs page im a clown i cant do summaries...

ok so personality wise ? shes a flirt. a whore, if u will. yes thats a personality trait now. literally if ur breathing shes flirting doesnt matter who u are doesnt matter if ur married if u have 10 kids doesnt matter like she will flirt....does not know how to open her mouth without flirting 

big on aesthetics /: believes everyone should get manicures like if ur cuticles are showing shes gonna gag . get help <3

not good at being held accountable for her actions. she’s not really the type to be malicious on purpose, but since she really does play with ppls feelings a lot it’s inevitable she’s gonna hurt someone but if u bring it up shes just gonna be like .. me ? at fault ? u must have the wrong girl i’m angel ...

likes 2 play games JSBDWBDJW clearly....matters of the heart are her fave kind but she also likes doing kinda ridiculous stuff for fun just to see how ppl are gonna react, also likes to do stuff just bc she knows she can usually get away with it 

loves skin care like she will be ur dermatologist ( self appointed ) she will gift u a moisturizer she will get everyone to do facemasks with her u cannot escape it ...

has trouble being alone but won’t admit it / doesn’t even really realize it ??? like it is... very rare u will ever find her sleeping alone or spending a whole day in just her own company 

not shy.....at all like JBSJDWBJDW she could use some shame but she has zero unfortunately 

despite being a whore....she is a HUGE romantic like whew she is obsessed with old love songs & is always playing them on her record player she loves to slow dance <3 she often gives ppl her fave poems ( usually poems abt sex ), she loves getting roses, loves kissing ppl on the cheek when she’s wearing lipstick, & she likes to leave ppl voicemails like ... shes really living like she is the main chara of a romance movie and everyone else is extra #5 most of the time... 

idk what else to say im sure shes gonna evolve once we start rping bc that always happens to me but....for now.....this is the end ! *cue feel special by twice*

[westonismsx]

Weston flashed his signature smile at the paparazzi, trying to keep his eyes focused as hundreds of camera flashes assaulted him. He supposed he should be used to this by now, having cameras in his face wasn’t a new thing, not when you were the sole air of Maddox Corporation. His entire life was on display for the media thanks to their multibillion-dollar company and the popularity of his own parents. Mason and Evangeline Maddox, we’re two well-known faces in the city and soon Weston was one of them when he began growing into adulthood and especially so when he officially began working in their family business. His date, the woman currently who had her arms linked through his as she posed for the cameras so naturally as if she were born for them. Tonight, was yet another charity gala he was to attend much to his dismay, it was not as if he was needed there his parents could handle this very well on their own. That didn’t seem to appease them, lecturing him once more that soon he would be the face of their company and as such, it was imperative that he began making appearances to these events.

“Mr. Maddox, who is the woman on your arms tonight?” One reporter asked and Weston flashed him an annoyed look before shrugging. Really, she was no one but his companion for the night and if he was in the mood he’d take her home tonight but that was still up in the air. The blonde on his arm was oblivious to the questions being thrown at them, maybe intentionally choosing instead to ensure they had right pictures of her. Everyone knew Weston Maddox to be a ladies man, he was never seen with the same woman in his arms. And he’d read about the various articles of his adventures and his ‘playboy’ ways. The businessman had no intention of settling down because things like love and commitment weren’t real and his parents were living proof of that. Whereas once they might have loved each other, now the two could barely stand to be in the same room. He would never subject himself to that sort of torture, he was perfectly content with his one-night stands, no hassles, and no baggage. Besides, anyone who knew him well enough to know, Weston not the sort of man any woman wanted to tie herself to permanently, she’d only end up disappointed.

His and his date made his way inside after a few minutes and upon his entrance a small crowd of people approached him, kissing his ass some more in hopes of being in good graces of his parents. Growing tired of the inane babble around him after a few minutes, Weston excused himself saying he needed to make a quick phone call, letting his date know she was free to mingle and without waiting for her response, he walked away and towards the bar area. He would need a good solid scotch to get him through this night and to deal with these insufferable people, while he cared about his company he did not care for the events he had to attend. Unlike what his image painted, Weston wasn’t much of a crowd or a party person it was an image he set out because that was what they expected of him. 

Turning in the direction towards of the bar, he had only gotten a couple of steps in when someone walked by and caused him to lose his footing momentarily he caught himself but still bumped into another figure. He hadn’t look up quite yet as he was busy giving a quick glance to his tux to ensure nothing was spilled on it. Satisfied it remained undamaged, he began to move his gaze to the figure, a woman’s figure he noticed “I’m sorry about that, someone- “, only he stopped mid-sentence when he realized who he had run into. Jhanvi Yashvardhan. Out of all the people he could have run into, it had to be her, already when he was in a sour mood, to begin with. “Never mind, I take back my apology, it’s just you. Really, you should learn to walk properly if you’re going to wear heels that high.” He told her with a mocking smirk, though his hazel eyes were cold as ice chips as he stared down at her pretty face. There was no missing the distaste in his expression but he knew the feeling was mutual on her end as well. The Yashvardhans were the Maddox’s rivaling family after all the two were in the same business and thus never failed to butt heads. However, his dislike for Jhanvi went a little further than that, recalling the incident a few years ago that left them both with a bitter taste in their mouth. Mostly, he hated the judgmental looks she gave him, walking around as if she were better than him. “Came to kiss ass like the rest of them?” He knew he should walk away but that would mean passing up a chance to mock her.

@jhanvi-y

[harttohartforever-blog]

I Do

It happens once in a lifetime

A divine meeting between souls

fated and predestined by the universe.

An encounter so right

it feels like home

It's your soul falling in love

with another soul.

Pay attention, it happens only once

and never again.

  "And they lived happily ever after." Max proclaimed from his seat on the carriage. He was dressed as a fairy tale coachman straight out of a Walt Disney fantasy. Jennifer was wrapped in Jonathan's arms and she had never felt so certain of anything as she had when he proposed. The moment they met something in her had said 'Oh there you are, I've been waiting for you.' Not love at first sight exactly but a certainty that he was the place her heart would call home.

Jonathan had known from the moment he saw her in the hotel bar that she would be his. He hadn't been looking for forever, he thought she would be a diversion. For a night, a week, a way to lay to rest the ghost of Nikki Stephanos. It wasn't that he was a playboy, far from it, when he was with a woman he was with her completely. He didn't run around and he didn't cheat. He just hadn't found a woman yet with whom he wanted to settle down long term. Maybe he never would. But then ...

 One month later

The little church was filled with people. So many that Jonathan was amazed word hadn't gotten out. But the lack of paparazzi proved that their friends had kept their secret. He was surprised that Jennifer didn't want a lavish spectacle of a wedding. Just the two of them with Max and Evangeline standing up for them, in the little country church in Hill Haven and a reception at her father's house.

They had invited only very close friends and family, asking everyone to keep their secret. He stood with Max at the front of the church now waiting for Jennifer and Eva to come down the aisle. He'd expected to feel nervous if he ever found himself here, but with Jennifer all he felt was happiness.

She was late. The processional had played but she hadn't appeared and now there were murmurs from the pews wondering where she was. Jonathan seemed to be the only one not worried right now. Yes, she was late, but he had absolute faith in her. She would never let him down. And so he waited.

She was late. Jennifer was almost done with her hair but she should have been downstairs by now. They were quite literally playing her song. But she wanted to look perfect for Jonathan. The heavy white satin gown she wore gleamed in the afternoon light. It needed no ornamentation, just a simple column of creamy satin, long-sleeved but off her shoulders. And the short veil that was more of an ornament for her hair as she would not be covering her face. This would be the only wedding they would ever have and Jonathan had agreed to her request to keep it small with no press coverage.

Jonathan Hart getting married would be front-page news but she wanted the day to be about them, not putting on a spectacle for the media. So, now she quickly pinned the veil in her hair and ran down the stairs. At last Eva poked her head into the main chapel and signaled the guitarist to play the processional again.

Left, together, right, together, left, together, right. Jennifer concentrated on her walk, eyes on Jonathan beaming at her from the altar. In fact, she was so focused on Jonathan that she didn't notice when her heel caught the carpet and sent her listing to the side. Her father steadied her before she fell but in the process, she elbowed her Aunt Martha who did fall, right through the stained glass window. She wasn't injured thank goodness, and the wedding was able to continue after Jonathan wrote a large 'donation' check to the church's building fund.

"I promise to give you the best of myself and always accept you the way you are. I fell in love with your strength and your fire just as much as your kindness. I knew right away that you were it for me, with no reservations or second thoughts. I promise to keep myself open to you and to make you a part of every aspect of my life. I found you without looking, and I love you without trying. I promise to share with you everything I have to give. I will lift your sorrows, and light your way in darkness. For as long as I live." He slid the diamond crusted band onto her finger as he finished speaking. That was another thing that had surprised him. Jennifer didn't want some huge, flashy ring. She had selected a plain gold band at first and only accepted the diamond one at his urging.

"I want to thank you for being the love I needed when I didn't even know that I needed it. Sometimes a heart just recognizes home, and I knew in my bones that my soul had known your soul lifetimes ago. I give you my heart forever. I promise to always stand by your side, in good times and bad. I promise to work together with you to solve the issues that we will face from time to time. I promise to value you always and love you with everything I have to give. I will lift your sorrows and light your way in the darkness. For as long as I live." Jennifer slid the gold band onto Jonathan's hand with tears in her eyes.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. Jonathan, kiss your bride."

"With pleasure Reverend." Jonathan gripped her shoulders and kissed her thoroughly. It seemed to last forever, and when it ended Jennifer turned to whisper in his ear.

"I love you so much."

"I am going to kiss you until the only name you will ever taste is mine." He responded fiercely.

"I am yours, and you are mine. Forever." She told him.

The reception was lovely. Stephen Edwards had tented the yard and everyone mingled and talked and just enjoyed themselves immensely. Jonathan knew that most women in her position would have wanted a formal, catered affair that wouldn't be nearly as much fun.

Jennifer wandered about, hugging everyone, laughing all the time. Absolutely uncaring that her white gown was dragging in the grass and dirt. She only laughed at the stains and told him,

"I'll never need a wedding gown again. Isn't that what we just promised each other?"

"I can't even look at you without wanting to kiss you. I will love you for all my life, I know it." He promised again. He leaned in close so no one would overhear. "I want to be alone with you. I want my hands on you and your scent on my skin."

"Let's go. The party will continue without us." She whispered against his ear They were spending the night at a little bed & breakfast nearby and leaving for their honeymoon tomorrow. No one except Stephen saw them slip away and he smiled to himself. He had snuck away with Jennifer's mother a few times as well.

After Jennifer had admitted that they hadn't made love that first night, Jonathan had decided that she was worth waiting for. Although neither of them was a virgin, tonight would be the first time they made love. It had seemed a romantic and chivalrous choice at the time but these past weeks had been torture.

Jennifer changed into a delicate white silk negligee she had bought especially for tonight. She couldn't believe she was actually nervous. Jonathan, waiting in the bedroom, had a few butterflies as well. He wasn't afraid of disappointing her as a lover but he was deathly afraid of not being a good enough husband to her. A strong marriage doesn't just happen, it takes a consistent investment of time and thoughtfulness. He vowed to himself that he would never allow work to ever take precedence over spending time with her. She came into the room now and every thought in his head was silenced at the sight of her. She climbed into the big bed and turned the bedside lamp off so the room was lit only by the crackling fire.

"You are so lovely Mrs. Hart."

"Why thank you, Mr. Hart."His kisses were gentle at first but deepened when she sweetly opened her mouth to him. His hands stroked her shoulders slipping the thin straps of her gown down and exposing her breasts to his touch. The hard points of her nipples grew even harder at his touch and he lowered his mouth to suckle first one then the other. Jennifer gasped as he bit down lightly on one.

"Do that again." She felt the electric jolt of pleasure racing through her as his teeth scraped across the sensitive flesh once more. Her hands danced on his skin, touching, stroking, dragging her nails lightly through the thick mat of his chest hair. She moved lower but he gently shifted away from her touch.

"Not yet Darling. Let's not end things so quickly." He kissed her again to take the sting from his words.

"Como el amor es ciego los amantes deben acariciarse mucho" Jennifer had traveled all over the world and spoke seven languages in addition to loving poetry. Jonathan could read a schematic and build or disassemble all manner of electronics but he had no facility for languages so he waited for her to translate. "as love is blind, so lovers must caress each other a lot."

"I could not have said it better." He murmured against her skin. His tongue laved her nipple again while his hands drifted down her back and around her hips. He stroked the satiny length of her thighs, every pass bringing him closer to his ultimate goal. Her breath came faster when he finally reached her core. Tender, rhythmic strokes on petal-soft skin until she came apart in his arms. Only then did he move to cover her body with his own. She was slick and ready for him, her heat nearly overwhelming him as he entered her. Delicious friction driving them both to new heights.

He stayed with her, moving in and out slowly until he felt her climaxing again. Only then did he let go, chasing her into oblivion.

They made love again and again throughout the night and when morning came they made love in the shower. Eventually, they managed to get dressed and meet Stephen for breakfast before he drove them to the airport for their flight.

Since they were still avoiding the press they were taking the Hart Industries jet to the Hanging Horn Resort in Moose Lake Minnesota. Jonathan had reserved them a private cabin at the farthest edge of the grounds under the names Al and Mona Mundy. They could swim and fish and make love to their heart's content. Jennifer read aloud to him Napoleon's letters to Josephine, listening to her read love letters in french never failed to affect him.

The caretaker Mr. Chalmers brought them meals twice a day on a tray. For lunch, Jonathan cooked for her. She was educated, well-traveled, and an amazing lover, but her cooking skills were abysmal. Fortunately for both of them, Max had taught Jonathan to cook quite well and he loved being able to take care of her in every way. Other than Mr. Chalmers they saw no one those first few days.

Jonathan called Max each day at ten a.m. for any messages but they spoke to no one else. It was an idyllic two weeks. He promised to take her to Paris or Tuscany later in the year, after the press had been informed of their marriage and moved on to other things but Jennifer didn't care. They made love, and ate, and made love some more. It seemed to her a perfect honeymoon. She loved that rush, when he took her in his arms, knowing she was safe there, and loved always.

They couldn't know that they weren't as alone as they thought they were. They had only been trying to hide from the press, they had no idea there was someone much more persistent watching them. Eric Calhoun had been a maintenance man in the Jonathan Hart building for more than ten years. He had watched Mr. Hart striding around like the king of the world. Had seen the fancy office with the multiline phones and two executive secretaries. Mr. Hart wore a suit and tie, not a grey canvas coverall. And Mr. Hart ate lunch at Chasens and La Scala, not bologna and egg salad. It wasn't fair.

Eric had made a study of Jonathan Hart, trying to figure out why he was so much more deserving than Eric. And now Mr. Hart had gotten himself a beautiful wife too. It wasn't fair that Mr. Hart should have all that money and a woman like her too. And it's not even like Jonathan was that smart. He'd thrown the reservation information for the lakeside resort in his office trash can.

When Eric found the crumpled paper with the confirmation on it he had seen his chance to even the score a little. He'd put in for vacation time in order to arrive at the resort a day ahead of the happy couple and now spent his days on the far side of the lake with a pair of binoculars. He'd watched them swim and walk along the shore holding hands. His binoculars were powerful enough that he could see the title of the book she was reading aloud as well as the movement of her lips. It was some french thing that looked boring as hell. After he discovered that they were rather lax about closing the curtains he'd stayed at his perch late into the night scanning the windows but none of them offered him the vantage point he needed and all he got for his troubles were a few thousand mosquito bites.

Once the Harts realized that the people of Moose Lake weren't going to out them to the press unless he married a Kardashian, Jonathan took his bride bowling, and to the movies, and shopping in town. They even spent a day at the county fair, riding heart-attack-inducing rickety rides, and eating cotton candy and funnel cakes. Growing up in the orphanage, things like fairs and fried food on sticks were unknowns to him. But Jennifer was like a breath of spring, shaking up his world and making him feel like a kid again.

He decided to hand the reins of his many companies over to his most senior and trusted VP Eugene Hayes, at least for the day to day operations, for a while and spend some time with this amazing wife of his. Her infectious laugh, her deep well of kindness, her love of adventure, made her irresistible to him.

For the first time in his life, he didn't want to go to work. And Jennifer didn't know it yet, but shortly after he proposed he had taken a trip to Switzerland and moved ten million dollars from his personal accounts into one in her name so she would always be protected if anything should happen to him.

Now, whirling through the air on some contraption called The Vertigo, he looked at her in the next swing over. They were flying around ninety feet in the air, the wind blowing her hair in a hundred different directions and she wasn't even holding onto the little bar that kept her in the chair. She had her arms in the air, laughing at the wind.

"Darling, you amaze me," He told her when the ride was done and they were on the ground once more. "Is there anything you're afraid of?"

"Only losing you." She answered him seriously.

"Well, that is the one thing you never have to worry about. Shall we find a patch of grass, the fireworks should be starting soon."

"Take me back to the cabin. We can make our own fireworks." She kissed his ear, making him shiver and wish they were already there.

The drive back to the resort took the better part of an hour and it was fully dark by the time they pulled up to their cabin.

The back of Jonathan's neck was tingling in a most delightful way from the feel of Jennifer's fingernails tracing delicate designs on it all the way home and it took him two tries to get the key seated into the lock properly. But when he swung the door open they both gasped. The room was in shambles, furniture overturned and cupboards emptied. Oddly enough, nothing seemed to be missing, just destroyed. Once they determined that the cabin was empty Jonathan called Mr. Chalmers and asked him to notify the local sheriff. While they waited for the police to arrive they started cleaning up the cabin. That's when they made the second startling discovery of the night, only Jonathan's things had been damaged. His suitcase had been upended, clothing had been cut to ribbons and a wristwatch was smashed. Jennifer's clothes were all intact as was her jewelry.

The sheriffs deputy took a report but didn't sound overly confident at finding a culprit.

"Mr. Hart, ma'am, it was likely some teenagers out causing mischief." He told them.

"But only my husband's things were damaged." Jennifer pointed out. "Is that supposed to be a coincidence?"

"It's likely you interrupted them before they got to your things ma'am. They probably heard your vehicle and high-tailed it out the back. Well, if you have any more trouble you just give a call back." Deputy Hale handed Jonathan his card and shook their hands then disappeared into the night. Mr. Chalmers apologized profusely and offered to move them to another cabin but the Hart's elected to stay in their 'honeymoon haven'. He promised to send housekeeping over in the morning and took his leave as well.

Jonathan checked the doors and windows carefully and closed the drapes tightly while Jennifer started to tidy up the worst of the mess. It was past midnight when they decided to turn in.

"Jonathan, do you think they will come back?" Jennifer sounded nervous as they climbed into bed together.

"I doubt it, Darling. In all likelihood Deputy Hale was right and it was just some bored kids."

"I don't believe that and neither do you."

"No, I don't," he admitted. "But there is nothing we can do tonight. Just try to sleep, Darling."

"Sleep?" She asked, incredulous. "Have you forgotten I'm on my honeymoon Sir?"

"I have not," he answered, pulling her into his arms and kissing her soundly.

Tonight she had chosen a vintage negligee from the '40s that made the most of her modest curves. The champagne-colored silk turned her pale skin luminous in the low light and Jonathan's hands stroked across her skin as gently as the fabric did. He was sitting up in the bed, propped against the headboard and pillows, necessarily nude as all of his clothing had been destroyed.

Jennifer cuddled in his lap, working to recapture the lighthearted pleasure of the day. Fortunately, no one was hurt and the only casualties were some easily replaceable clothes.

"Trust me, Darling, you won't need anything tonight." She whispered against his ear, moving her body over his. His body responded immediately, his hands moving to slide the gown up her legs. Always a very tactile person, Jonathan was discovering just how much he loved the feel of silks and satins gliding under his hands as he touched her. He was addicted to her, to skimming ultra-soft marabou or fluffy feather trims over her skin. And when the luxe fabrics gave way to warm, silky flesh and he could touch her and explore all of the different textures of her. Running his fingers through her thick red curls, holding the strength in her hands when they walked together, the soft, soft skin of her inner thighs. He seemed to find new ways to delight in her every day.

Now he stroked her breasts through the lace bodice of her gown as she moved to take him inside her, slowly, inch by agonizing inch. When he was seated firmly inside her, when she was filled with him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to move slowly. Her eyes were wide and shining, watching his. Knowing exactly what she was doing to him. And then she leaned in close and his lips parted slightly in anticipation, she gave him the most sweetly chaste kiss. He was quickly learning that the most consistent thing about this delightful creature he married was her unpredictability. And that might be the sexiest thing of all.

In the morning, he took her to breakfast then they went shopping for some new clothes. He felt decidedly grubby wearing the same clothes as yesterday. While they were gone Mr. Chalmers' housekeeping staff worked their magic on the cabin so that by the time they returned all was restored. A couple of new lamps and one side table had been exchanged but otherwise, the little bungalow was as it had been.

"Let's go swimming." He suggested after lunch and Jennifer quickly joined him changing into a suit. As soon as she was dressed she ran for the dock, calling back over her shoulder

"Last one to the raft buys dinner." She dove cleanly into the water and began a fast overhand stroke that had her nearly a quarter of the way to the floating raft before he made it to the water. He swam as hard as he could and barely managed to pull even with her, grabbing the raft's ladder a split second before she did.

"Looks like supper is on you, Darling." He smiled at her and pulled himself up out of the water, lying down on the sunny float. Jennifer was laughing again as she followed him up the ladder, kneeling over him and shaking out her wet hair onto his face.

Eric watched them lying together on the raft kissing and touching each other casually, but frequently. Looking at them right now no one could mistake them for anything other than the honeymooners they were. But where most would see a couple obviously deeply in love and perhaps remember fondly a time when they felt the same, Eric was consumed only with jealousy. The Harts' happiness ate at him like a cancer, eclipsing and destroying any joy he might have felt.

He fantasized about killing Jonathan right now where he lay on the raft. He didn't doubt that he could shoot him and be well away before Deputy Dog showed up. But what if the cop was smarter than he appeared? If he thought to check the register and cross-check the other guests he would learn that one guest not only came from Los Angeles but worked in the Hart building. Eric wasn't about to risk his freedom no matter how satisfying it would be to eliminate the great Jonathan Hart.

"Sitting in the drive-up lot at the Dairy Queen eating burgers and chili cheese fries isn't exactly what I had in mind for supper Darling." He was saying now.

"You were expecting maybe The Four Seasons Minnesota franchise?" She asked with a grin. "Has there been any news from Deputy Hale?"

"I don't think Deputy Hale could find a pair of stolen panties if the girl was still in them," Jonathan remarked cynically. "Hey look, there's a 'movies in the park' event tonight. They are running a John Wayne double bill, The Horse Soldiers and Hellfighters."

"Oh Jonathan, let's go. It will be fun."

"All right, I haven't seen Hellfighters since I was a kid." They stopped at a Walmart to pick up a waterproof picnic blanket and a big stadium blanket to wrap up in if the evening turned chilly.

The films were projected onto the side of the courthouse with speakers dotted around the grassy square. They found a spot on the grass and Jennifer spread the waterproof picnic cloth on the ground while Jonathan bought two paper bags of popcorn from the vendor. He settled onto the blanket with his wife lounging against his legs just as the first images flickered to life.

"You know," he said when The Horse Soldiers had finished and they were waiting for the second movie to begin. "I heard a story about when they were filming The Horse Soldiers down in Louisiana. John Wayne was staying on location but Bill Holden was staying in a Shreveport hotel. The director John Ford had forbidden the Duke from drinking during filming so Bill came up with an excuse that Duke needed to visit a dentist in Shreveport and the two of them went out carousing and got absolutely shit-faced drunk. But they still showed up on time and ready to work the next morning."

"They certainly lived large back then," Jennifer commented dryly. She had never seen Hellfighters and greatly enjoyed the second feature. Jonathan had seen the movie already but watching it through her eyes made it seem new. She was fully immersed in the film, laughing at the jokes and gasping at the explosions. She even hid her face in her hands and peeked between her fingers at a particularly tense scene. After the movie, they stopped in at Doc's Bar and Grill for a nightcap.

"Thank you, Darling," Jonathan told her, taking her hands in his.

"For what?" The look of puzzlement on her face was only slightly less charming than the sight of her peeking through her fingers had been.

"For being here with me, for being you, for making me feel like the luckiest man on earth." He raised their clasped hands and kissed her knuckles. They smiled that secret smile at each other, that smile that said they had found what the whole world was searching for.

Eric watched them and silently seethed. He had followed them all evening, taking no pleasure in the movies, nor in the beer he was nursing now.

It started with a kiss. Jennifer had leaned across the little table after his declaration and kissed him. It was innocent at first, but when he felt his heart start to race and the butterflies take flight in his stomach, he hurried them back to the cabin before things got out of hand. She had excused herself to the bathroom and returned wearing a dark green chiffon dressing gown with thick feather trimming down the front and cuffs.

Her perfume was intoxicating, something delicate and new and he nuzzled her neck trying to find the source. He buried his face in the soft feathers of her gown but the haunting scent seemed to be everywhere, and nowhere. His heart thudded wildly in his chest as he parted the sides of the gown to find she wore nothing underneath. Standing, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed, depositing her carefully onto the pile of pillows.

Time slowed to a crawl. He could see himself sitting beside her on the bed, lifting the satin ribbons of her gown, letting them glide slowly through his fingers. He pulled the ends very deliberately, watching the ribbon bow get smaller and smaller until it unraveled altogether and her robe fell open. Her skin appeared even paler than usual next to the deep green feathers.

She made no attempt to close the robe or cover herself. She just let him look. The pulse in her neck fluttered wildly but her expression was calm, a tiny Mona Lisa smile on her face. He took in the dusting of freckles across her nose, already as familiar to him as his own face but suddenly entirely new. Her firm breasts with their cinnamon-colored nipples begging him to touch them. The flat planes of her stomach leading to the patch of soft ginger curls and long, dancer's legs. God, he loved her legs.

The heat in his stare almost burned her. Something in her had come to crave him insatiably, impossibly. The fire from his hands, his mouth, his eyes on her, consumed her to her core. She felt at once fragile and yet so strong in his arms. When he lowered his body over her and she wrapped her legs around him they each felt the same dizzying rush that left them breathless. It was like drinking a whole bottle of the '95 Chateau Margaux very fast.

The room tilted and spun off its axis as they moved together. And when he felt her breath quickening, when his name was a tiny gasp on her lips, he spilled himself inside her like a man on fire.

Eric was furious. Their honeymoon was nearly through and he was no closer to destroying Jonathan Hart than he had been a month ago. The damage in the cabin had done nothing to mollify him. Tearing up a little clothing meant nothing when the man was as rich as Jonathan. Eric meant to take something that Hart could never recover from. He was going to kill Jennifer Hart.

On their plane would be the best place to do it. The pilot would be too busy to discover what was happening in the passenger compartment, and he would have plenty of time to get ... creative.

The Harts stood on the shore in bathrobes and watched the sun coming up over the water. It was their last day. This afternoon they would be flying back to Los Angeles. Jennifer would be sorry to leave this place. Here she had Jonathan's undivided attention, when they returned home she would have to share him with employees, business managers, shareholders, and all manner of people wanting a piece of him. She knew she had to talk to him about it, they had promised not to keep things from each other.

"Jonathan, when we get home. I ... I don't want to become one of those wives left alone all the time. I understand you need to work, and I do too. I just don't want to lose us, to lose this in the shuffle."

"Darling, when we stood in the church I promised to put you first and to make you a part of my life. I meant every word. I've spoken to Eugene about handling a large part of the day to day running of the company so I can have more freedom. Plus, I've put you on Hart Industries Board of Directors so you will have a say in everything we do.

"You will never be one of those wives left alone all the time because I could never leave you alone for long. I'm sure that other opportunities will come along, but we will explore them together. I meant what I said in my vows, you are my life now." He kissed her soundly before they returned to their cabin to get dressed and packed.

Sneaking aboard the Hart Industries Gulfstream wasn't hard but finding a suitable hiding place was damn near impossible. Aside from the pilot's cabin, the jet was mostly one large open space with only a few cupboards and storage closets much too small to provide him with sufficient cover. Eric was forced to conceal himself in the lavatory and hope that no one needed the facilities before he was ready to reveal himself.

He had a large, sharp hunting knife stuck in the back of his belt and he was eager to see the look on Mr. High-and-mighty Jonathan Hart's face when the blade was held against the pretty white throat of his precious Jennifer. He heard the pilot board and start the engines, and a porter obviously bringing on the luggage, then it was silent for about twenty minutes before he heard the muffled sounds of the Harts' moving about and getting settled.

The small jet taxied smoothly then Eric felt the inevitable crush of takeoff. The pressure leveled after a minute or so and he quietly opened the door a bit and peeked out. Luck was on his side, Jonathan was seated facing the front of the plane and Jennifer was in his lap. They were talking softly and didn't notice him creeping silently behind them until he suddenly seized Jennifer by the hair and threw her to the floor.

Jonathan started to jump up but froze when Eric pointed his knife at her. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her up harshly, ordering her to tie Jonathan's hands with a piece of rope from his pocket. Her heart was thudding out of her chest as she knelt in front of her husband and began wrapping the rope around his crossed wrists.

"Tighter." Eric barked at her. She tried to leave some slack in the knot but Eric angrily shoved her aside and tightened the knot harshly. Jonathan had daggers in his eyes watching the intruder seize a handful of Jennifer's hair and drag her back across the aisle into another chair. He tied her hands separately to the armrests of her chair and turned both chairs to face each other across the aisle.

"What are you going to do now Mr. Hart?" He spat the words out with particular emphasis on the honorific and moved behind Jennifer's chair, pressing the blade against her throat. A drop of blood welled up and trickled down her neck as she swallowed hard. Eric then moved the knife up and drew it very lightly along her cheekbone leaving a fresh trail of blood in its wake. The cut was shallow, barely more than a long scratch but it demonstrated clearly how sharp the edge was.

"What do you want?" Jonathan asked, his voice shaking at the sight of his beautiful wife bleeding, with terror in her eyes. "Money? Name your price."

"I don't want your money, Mr. Hart. I want you to lose. I want to see defeat in your eyes as you realize that you can't save your wife. I want you to live with the knowledge that you have lost her forever. I want you to watch as I destroy her in front of you. I want you to feel powerless for once." Eric sounded unhinged as he came out from behind the chair and knelt in front of her again.

With Eric's back to him now Jonathan took advantage of the chance to try and free his hands. He had crossed his wrists deliberately because it gave him a tiny bit of slack to work with. Jennifer made a small sound like a fox in a trap and Jonathan looked up sharply. Eric had sliced her navy blue blouse open and was running the flat side of the knife along the edges of her matching bra.

Jonathan's vision went as red as the blood that stained her throat. He twisted his wrists again with a strength he didn't know he possessed. The rope cut deeply into his skin but he could feel it loosening a fraction.

"I need you to know that no matter what happens, being with you, loving you. It was all worth it." Her voice cracked as she spoke, her eyes glimmered with sudden tears.

"Darling," he spoke shakily but with certainty. "I swear on my life I will not let him hurt you." The tears in her eyes spilled over but she managed the tiniest shaky nod. "Look at me." He instructed her. "No matter what happens, just keep your eyes on mine." He twisted his raw, burning wrists again and this time he felt one hand slip out an inch. He braced himself and jerked as hard as he could. Nothing happened at first, the rope was hung up on the outcropping of his thumb joint. Pushing the pain to the back of his mind he twisted his wrist and yanked again.

Suddenly the rope tore across the already abraded skin over the bone spur and his hand slipped free. In a blind rage, he launched himself across the aisle, hurling the younger man to the floor and jumping on top of him. The knife clattered away unnoticed as Eric, taken unaware by the ferocity of the sudden attack tried in vain to fend off Jonathan's fists. Jonathan wasn't even aware of his actions as he knelt on Eric's arms and began to pound his head against the floor, screaming incoherently, long after Jennifer's assailant was unconscious.

It was her soft voice sobbing his name that brought him back to himself and he turned back to her, fumbling to untie the knots that bound her rather than cutting them because he didn't want to traumatize her further by bringing the knife anywhere near her. He gathered her into his arms, holding her tightly, unable to say anything except to repeat her name again and again.

She kissed his face, his arms, wherever she could reach. They clung to each other like survivors of a shipwreck as Wyoming passed by unnoticed beneath them. He very gently set her into a chair and kissed her forehead.

"Stay here Darling," he told her. He couldn't risk Eric regaining consciousness before he was thoroughly restrained. Jonathan didn't trust himself not to kill the man if they had to fight again. He checked the toolbox in the galley and found a roll of duct tape that he used to secure Eric to a chair in the farthest row back from where Jennifer sat shivering. When he had used up the entire roll of tape he hurried back to his wife. She was in shock, staring blankly at the spot on the floor where Eric had been lying. He pulled her very gently into his lap, cradling her like a child and repeating her name again and again, pulling her back from the abyss like she had done for him earlier.

When her teeth had stopped chattering and she was looking at him rather than through him, he reached around her to the small bar shelf and grabbed the cut-glass bottle of bourbon. He couldn't reach the shelf with the glasses but he didn't want to let her go so he simply tilted the bottle and took a fortifying slug then encouraged her to do the same. Finally, he examined her cuts. They looked fairly superficial and would heal without extraordinary care.

When Frank set the plane down at LAX an hour later he found them still curled up together in the chair. Jonathan had removed his suit jacket and put it on Jennifer to cover the ruined blouse. Her tears had dried into faint white tracks on her cheeks. And Jonathan's knuckles were so swollen and stiff he could barely move his hands but he still managed to carry her from the plane and directly to the Bentley Max had pulled up beside the stairs.

It took the police almost an hour to cut through all of the tape Jonathan had wound around Eric again and again, and in the end, they removed a fair amount of skin along with the tape. Lt. Grey made no comment as Eric, bruised and bloody and barely conscious, was handcuffed and tossed rather roughly into the back of a squad car.

It was on Max's lips to ask what had happened but Jonathan caught his eye in the rearview mirror and shook his head. Jennifer was pensive and mostly silent as Max piloted the big car through the airport and headed towards the freeway but she seemed more tired than anything so Jonathan just held her close and let her come back to him in her own time.

Suddenly she sat upright and shouted, "Max, stop the car!"

"Now?" He asked, incredulous. They were nearly at the top of the onramp to the 405 freeway. He steered into the breakdown lane and coasted to a stop. Jennifer had jumped out almost before the car had come to a full stop. Jonathan thought she needed to be sick but she started to sprint back up the ramp.

He watched as she dropped to her knees and scooped a small pile of trash into her arms and Jonathan climbed out and started toward her. When he finally made it to her side he realized that the bundle of trash she was holding was a filthy puppy of indeterminate color and even more indeterminate parentage. He was about to suggest a quick detour to the nearest animal shelter when he noticed that Jennifer was smiling. Truly smiling for the first time since they had gotten on the plane four hours ago. So instead, he carefully walked them both back to the car and told Max to take them home.

All the way there she kept talking in a singsong to her 'little freeway puppy'. At the house, she sent Max to the pet supply for food, a basket, and puppy shampoo, then bathed the little dog carefully in a big serving bowl. By the time it was clean and dry they had determined he was a he, and he was grey, white, brown, and black all at once. And Jennifer had named him Freeway.

Max put the little basket bed in his room and promised to look after him through the night, so the Harts went up to bed right after supper. Jennifer headed straight into a hot shower but not before sharp-eyed Jonathan spotted the hand-shaped bruises on her arms and breasts. He swore to himself that Eric Calhoun would die in prison, then he stripped off his own clothing and stepped into the shower behind his wife.

His intent was only to comfort her but she wrapped her arms around him and pressed the full length of her slippery body against his own.

"We still have a few hours of honeymoon left." She whispered in his ear. "Let's make the most of it."

"Are you sure?' He asked. "I would understand completely if you want to wait."

"He has nothing to do with us, with our loving. I won't give him the power to affect us." She stated resolutely. Jonathan was amazed at her strength, he wasn't sure he would have as much in her place. They took turns soaping and rinsing each other, every loving touch putting more and more distance between themselves and Eric Calhoun.

Making love in the big bed that night Jennifer was more assertive than she had ever been. She had deliberately chosen a fire engine red negligee, the sheer illusion netting fitted her like a second skin with only strategically placed applique from shoulder to hip. The skirt was made of more layers of the sheer netting that played peekaboo with her legs as she moved. Jonathan was completely in awe of her as she took control, using her hands and her mouth to pleasure him before guiding him inside her. Where he would have moved carefully she was bold, taking her satisfaction from him and not letting up until they both were exhausted.

Lying beside her, gasping and sweaty, he reached to bring her close again.

"I love you could never come close to describing what I feel for you. I promise I will spend the rest of our lives making up for ..."

"Stop." She interrupted sharply. "I never want to talk about it again. I refuse to give it even a second of space in my head. I just want you to love me until the fear is gone." Jonathan dropped the rest of his impromptu speech and instead kissed her for a very long time. They made love several more times that night. Each time she got a little bit closer to the woman she had been yesterday.

The next day Jonathan called a press conference to introduce his wife to the world. He knew that news of his marriage would eclipse any possible mention of the events on the plane. Jennifer was able to hide the cuts on her cheek and throat with a skillful application of makeup. Standing beside him in front of the media she looked nothing but happy, and stunningly beautiful.

Jonathan, who normally avoided publicity, was more open with the press regarding their wedding than he had ever been before, even going so far as to share a couple of photos with them and allow them to take more. Jennifer cheerfully shared details of her dress and shoes with the society page writers until even they were satisfied. It worked perfectly. In every article written, in every television anchor's report, details of the wedding were the lead and only in the final paragraph was there a casual mention that an attempted hijacking had been averted and the suspect taken into custody without incident.

Jonathan credited a surprising source with being the biggest help in their recovery. Freeway demanded so much of their time, the teaching him proper in-the-house behavior and where his bathroom was in the yard, taking him for vaccinations, walks in the park, playing fetch, and of course lots of cuddles. There just wasn't time to brood.

Romping with Freeway in the park always made her happy. And as promised, Jonathan had his travel agent start putting together a proper honeymoon that would see them ringing in the new year in Tuscany. He had a business trip to Sichuan and Shaoxing scheduled for October and decided to bring her along, His meetings wouldn't take long and they could explore the country in-between times. Jennifer had visited her father in Taiwan on her vacations from prep school and had fallen in love with the region. And since their honeymoon, Jonathan was looking forward to bringing home some new Chinese silk negligees for her.

In the meantime, he and Max were attempting to teach her to play poker. She had a natural skill with the cards but couldn't keep track of the what-beats-what rules.

"Two pair beats a pair, three of a kind beats two pairs ..." Jonathan was repeating for the hundredth time.

"A straight beats three of a kind, a flush beats a straight ..." Max joined in, speaking around the stogie clamped firmly between his lips.

"A full house beats a flush, four of a kind beats a full house, a straight flush beats four of a kind." They finished in unison, even Freeway barked at the last few words.

"Then what beats this?" She asked innocently, turning a handful of cards around and displaying a ten, jack, queen, king, and ace, all of diamonds. Max dropped his cards in disgust.

"Max, I think we are being hustled," Jonathan suggested, with a look of bemused pride.

A few hours later the regulars started arriving for the monthly poker game. Lt. Grey was early so he could talk to the Harts about the case against Eric Calhoun.

"Mr. Calhoun has agreed to plead guilty to the lesser charges of false imprisonment and aggravated assault rather than risk kidnapping and attempted murder that carries at a minimum a mandatory life sentence. But don't worry, he is going to prison for 10 years on each charge and the judge ordered the terms to run consecutively so he'll do 40 years minimum. He's being transferred to Pelican Bay next week."

"I feel bad that I don't feel bad," Jennifer said. "I should feel sad that his life is ruined, but I don't." Jonathan didn't miss how her hand unconsciously touched her cheek as she spoke. The cut had healed to a very thin white scar, not even visible unless you were looking very closely. Most of the time she didn't even need to cover it with makeup.

"Don't beat yourself up, Darling. You didn't do anything to cause this and Calhoun is very lucky to have avoided the death penalty. If he had been convicted on the kidnapping and attempted murder charges he could have gotten the needle. I'm almost sorry he won't." Jonathan added savagely.

"Jonathan!" Jennifer scolded.

"I'm sorry Darling. But if he had come to me we could have come to some kind of understanding. If he had come after my company, I might not have pressed charges. But when he tries to hurt you, I draw the line. My family is absolutely off-limits."

Arthur and Tommy arrived a few minutes later. Then Jack came in with Max, both of them carrying trays from Fat Sal's Deli. Jennifer excused herself to help Max lay out the food. She separated the pastrami and turkey sandwiches under glass domes to keep the bread from drying out. The platters of deviled eggs along with bowls of pickles and olives were arranged on the bar with small plates, napkins, and party picks.

Max made certain that everyone who smoked had an ashtray nearby, He didn't think Jennifer would appreciate ashes on the floor.

"Who's still missing?" Arthur asked, counting chairs.

"I asked to sit in," Jennifer told them, affecting an innocent expression. "Jonathan has been teaching me." Jack and Tommy looked exasperated while Max and Jonathan hid their smiles.

Jennifer managed to keep up the innocent act for almost an hour, asking for the what-beats-what list twice more and appearing to bet emotionally rather than logically. But as the evening progressed the others caught on and stopped treating her with kid gloves. She had a natural sense of how to read the table, when to bet big and when to hold back. It was a skill that had served her well in college, hosting unofficial Monte Carlo nights in her dorm for a little extra spending money. When the party broke up around eleven Jennifer was up by almost a hundred dollars.

After everyone left and Jennifer headed upstairs for a shower, Jonathan asked Max to bring up a bottle of Batard Montrachet and a couple of glasses before he followed her up the stairs. Tonight she was wearing white again, this time a bias cut silk with a high low hem and french lace applique. She suspected Jonathan must have had a personal shopper combing every lingerie shop in the city judging by the way new negligees kept appearing in her lingerie chest.

"Did he have a family?" She asked Jonathan, sipping thoughtfully at the crisp wine. Jonathan didn't have to ask who she was referring to.

"No, it was just him and his mother, but she passed away last year. I don't think he took it very well."

"I'm glad he didn't have any family even though I'm not sorry he is in prison." Her gentle heart was one of the things Jonathan loved about her. But he would still feel better when Eric Calhoun was 700 miles away on lockdown.

"Dance with me." He told her now.

"Dance? There's no music."

"So what. We can make our own music." He took her hand and began to sing softly "Dancing in the dark, middle of the night. Taking your heart, and holding it tight." As he waltzed her around the room she joined her voice to his.

"Emotional touch, touching my skin, and asking you to do what you've been doing all over again." Jonathan loved to hear her sing, she often sang to herself when she wasn't thinking about it. He would stop what he was doing every time he heard it just to listen to her. She had a special fondness for old show tunes and love songs of any genre so now when she finished It's Your Love he launched into Because You Love Me and then You Look Like Rain. They danced and drank wine long into the night. It was the first night since their wedding that they didn't make love, not in the traditional sense anyway, but they were making love with each step and every note.