Official Description: To pay a debt she owes her father, Isabella Swan starts a new job as a prison tutor. Edward Cullen, with his own debts, is the Punk Ass inmate in her class. Can they fight the odds and their dangerous attraction to learn from each other? A/H, Lemons, OOC

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I was immediately impressed by Jaxon’s ability weave such clear imagery

with her words. Each chapter plays out like a movie in my mind. I love stories that can get me emotionally invested in the characters. PoF does that from the very beginning.

I love Isabella’s strength and tenacious personality. And Cullen, well you’ll love to hate him. He’s quite the punkass (in fact he’s been dubbed PunkAssward). He’s angry, arrogant, aggressive, violent, cocky and oh so fucking hot. I wanted to slap him several times, especially in the very beginning, but the more the pieces of the puzzle come together, the more you begin to understand him. I now have quite the soft spot for his punkass. Oh and don’t get me started on the love for his Kala. Fuck HAWT. Cullen is the ultimate bad boy fantasy – the one every girl wishes to tame.

The sexual tension and chemistry between Cullen and Isabella is so palpable the electricity is practically jumping out and shocking me through the screen. Their verbal foreplay (through the form of intense literature conversations and angry altercations) leaves me slack-jawed and panting at the incredible UST.

Jaxon has done an incredible job weaving little details throughout the story that have me asking questions and theorizing how each character is undoubtedly related to each other in some way. I’m about ready to bribe her in anyway I can to get answers! She dangles just enough information in front of your face to leave you wanting more. And oh boy do I want more!

Check out PoF if you’re interested in some crazy hot UST, passion and intensity. Jaxon has already pulled out several surprises and I know there are plenty more to come! I sense a little bit of HF is headed our way before too long and I can’t wait to see how it plays out.

Fate. Sometimes it works in mysterious ways… And in my mind, that’s what this story is about. I’ve read a lot of fic, and I have to say that A Pound of Flesh is one of the best I’ve ever experienced at capturing your attention and building anticipation. Not just for these characters to fall in love, but for Edward – who in this story, has had a rough life and made some bad choices – to get his life together.

And for Bella to fulfill her father’s dying wish by helping out those less fortunate to her. The events of the story are believable, and real and you’ll find yourself absorbed in these two.

Maybe it’s just me, but I’m a total sucker for two people who aren’t technically supposed to be together forming a strong bond and reading about them growing closer. The obstacles and the heartache and the eventual moment when it all just…comes together, makes it so much better in the end. That’s what this story is. A slow burn, a hot middle and I’m hoping for nothing less than one sizzling ending from jaxon22.

Trust me when I say you should be reading this. Don’t believe me? Here’s a little taste of what gave me goosebumps:

“You know a lot about debt?” she whispered, unable to make her voice work properly as her stomach tightened and her heart started racing at her realisation

He nodded. “I do,” he answered. “Do you?”

She nodded. He knew she did. He knew that her passion and determination came from her father and one way or another he was part of the reason that she was here with him. Cullen allowed himself to think about how he was also the reason that she was sitting with him. He had saved her.

“I know what it’s like to give your word to someone,” Isabella said softly after a moment. Her eyes rested on the play that was opened at Shylock’s most infamous speech that, unbeknown to her, Cullen knew almost word for word. “I know what it’s like to pay that word off because you have no other choice but to see it through because you love that person so much it would be a tragedy if you didn’t.”

And that’s when it happened.

Cullen couldn’t help it.

It was almost as if his body was working of its own accord, drawn to her, desperate for her touch. She just looked so fucking sad and he at once wanted to make her feel better. His hand moved slowly towards her hair before he tucked it gently behind her ear. Isabella could barely breathe as she felt his fingertips dance at the back of her ear at the line of her jaw. The entire movement must have lasted all of ten seconds but it felt, to both of them, like it lasted hours.

After losing her father, Senator Charles Swan, as a child, Bella makes it her life’s work to make a difference for others in A Pound of Flesh. That’s how she winds up as a prison tutor. Her students? The gentle giant with dyslexia Emmett, smart and quiet Sam Uley, cocky and idiotic Quil, cocky but nice Tyler Crowley, and hot Edward the abrasive douche.

Jamie is the best friend. Leah and Alice feature as Bella’s friends. There’s Jasper, Alice’s fiance, and Jasper’s brother, Peter, not to mention the people associated with Edward. In this fic, told from and omniscient, third person point of view, you pretty much get some of the story from every single character, so there aren’t many secrets except the ones they keep from each other.

There’s the mystery of the hooded stranger who saved little girl Bella from being murdered along with her father. I’m sure you can guess who that was.

Here’s the moment that starts things off:

“Keep moving!” the stranger hissed from under his cap and hood. “We have to get away from them. They’ll kill your ass! Move!”

“I can’t,” Isabella sobbed. “My Dad…”

The stranger didn’t stop to listen as the adrenaline pumped through him and instead pulled her into the doorway of an abandoned building two blocks from where the resounding and terrifying sound of gunfire filled the air. Isabella screamed and yanked her hand hard from her rescuers grip. She began running back in the direction of the attack but was wrestled to the floor by strong and firm hands that pinned her down from behind.

They both landed on the sidewalk with a resounding thud.

Aside from that, there’s the mystery of why Edward doesn’t want to talk to his father, or what the hell is going on with Edward, Jasper, and Peter. What’s the connection between Jake and Ness, and what the hell does Aro have to do with it all? How are Jamie and Victoria going to fit into this mess? It’s really more like five to eight separate plots meant to be woven together, and it seems like things could go on for awhile until there’s a conclusion, which will be good for people who prefer long fics.

This fic breaks all my rules. You know, the 5-chapter rule, the 10-chapter rule, the 20-chapter rule? I don’t think I’ve ever wanted two characters to just throw down and fuck as much as I want Peaches and Cullen to.

There’s more to this fic than the UST, though. jaxon22 sure knows how to tell a story.

“Cullen,” she said quietly. “I…I do… I understand how…hard it must have been to be so honest with me. But the guilt I have…it isn’t just for you.”

Cullen held back the biting retort about her patronising ass and instead clenched his teeth.

“I made a promise, a long time ago, to help people and make a difference. This,” she looked down at their laced hands, “was not part of that promise.”

Cullen watched the uncertainty and fear creep over her face and dance in her eyes. But she wants me for fuck’s sake! She had to admit it. He was terrified too, but he had been honest. Why couldn’t she do the same?

Completely incensed, he pulled his hands from her grasp and sat back on the sofa. Fuck this. He pulled out a smoke and lit it in record time. His head was beaten. His buzz was fading and Peaches’ words made him feel totally helpless. It wasn’t a nice feeling. At all. He despised it, in fact.

She wanted him, he wanted her. Black and white. Yes, there were rules, but surely some could be bent so that they could…what…be together? Yeah, be together. He wanted to be with her. Naked. Naked and wet. Naked and wet and moaning and…

No, Cullen, one step at a time.

He hated that she was denying what was in front of her. It wasn’t even about his ego and the rebuff it was receiving (women didn’t say no to him). He hated the fact that she was filled with a guilt that he knew – no matter how deeply rooted – was without substance.

How could she not see that they could be fucking amazing together? How could he make her see?

Maybe he really wasn’t worthy of her? He had some pretty fucked up shit hidden in his proverbial closet.

All I can add, really, is that I think you should read this story.