Official Description: The perfect person appears at the worst possible moment, and one unforgettable encounter changes everything. AH

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So I may have broken a golden rule of WussPerv by reading this story…. Bella is with James, as in living with James, “Jay”, but leaves him behind in their apartment whilst she goes off to be Chief Bridesmaid to her bestiest bestie – Alice. Leaving him behind, happily escaping from her current existence is the first sign that maybe my little wussperv heart will be ok.. .

The premise is thus. Bella and Edward meet for the first time over the weekend of their best friends wedding. There is INSTANT attraction and chemistry. I am talking sizzle to your toes, suddenly you have a sway to your hips type of chemistry. Slight problem? As I mention above. Bella is living, quite unhappily, with Jay. So Bella and Edward begin a dance, circling around one-another. One minute they are both fighting what they feel, the next? They are suddenly closer than they both intended without quite knowing how they got there. Over the extended weekend leading up to the wedding, they repeat this dance – spinning closer to one another until one of them regains their head (minds out the gutter pls folks) and they put the appropriate distance back between themselves. The trouble is – each time they get closer? They get emotionally closer too.

“She met my eyes and smiled in return. I felt my stomach flip in a wholly unfamiliar way and my chest thrummed with some emotion in between elation and sadness. Bella’s smile faded, and I realized mine had as well. And still we sat looking at each other. The impulse was almost overwhelming. Reach out…touch her; her face, her hand, just make contact. But that was impossible, and the same thought seemed to occur to Bella at that moment, because she cut her eyes away to the street again and inhaled sharply through her nose. I clenched my hands into fists underneath the table.”

See?!!
That is why this story is so damn good. Its not just about the nipple hardening, ball tightening, tummy clenching, sexy yumminess of wanting what you can’t have. Of being tempted by a hot-to-trot piece of arse in a hotel that you could spend all weekend just devouring. No. Its about the emotional risk we all take. Of realising that the one you are with, is not the one you should be with. Or realising you have met the girl of your dreams, but she lives far away with another man……

So yes the chemistry is to die for. The lemony scenes are scrummy-ummy. But its the emotional turmoil they go through that makes it all the more potent & intense. Edward doesn’t want to be “that bloke” – the one who goes for the attached bird, he battles with this repeatedly – until something snaps and his control goes. And Bella really doesn’t want to be a cheating harlot, having fun away from her depressed and depressing, clingy partner.. [OMFG I just said the emotional turmoil is what makes this story. Ssssssh - please don't tell Bri, Nina or Kim - they might disown me....]

But seriously. It is those characterisations that make this story worth reading. Both Edward’s and Bella’s turmoil is completely believable. Bella, for example, doesn’t immediately lay on her back with her legs open for Edward… Every interaction between them is agonised over.

But dear fellow WussPerv’s – I must warn you. Where the story is currently residing? The wedding party is over. Here comes the hangover. Its not going to be pretty. I am PRAYING for a HEA – but it is not clear if we will get one. But please do read. You are missing out if you don’t.

It’s not very often that I come across a fic that I just can’t stop reading, but The Wedding Party is without a fucking doubt one of those stories. It didn’t matter that I had laundry to do and dinner to cook, I HAD to read this story and nothing was going to stand in my way.

This was my first dive into the world of spanglemaker9 and I can tell you with absolute certainty it will not be the last. There is only one way to describe her words, beautiful. The imagery and characterization that she brings to the table took me entirely into the story and made me feel like I actually knew her characters and could feel what they were feeling. Let’s be honest who wouldn’t want to feel something like this?

I swear I couldn’t look away for what felt like several endless seconds. Cheekbones and tousled hair and intense eyes and unbelievable lips. The man made my head spin a little bit just from looking at him. He was beautiful and tall and…oh, my God, he was still looking at me like I was a crazy woman because I was standing there with my mouth open and nearly drooling on myself.

Or this…

We were at her door now and she backed away, her eyes drooping slightly, her hair a glorious tumble down over her bare arms where they peeked out of her blouse. I knew what I was about to do was wrong, and crossing the line, but I did it anyway. Hell, she was so drunk that she might not even remember this conversation tomorrow. I took a step forward and she jolted in surprise. She tried to back up but she was against the wall. I reached a hand up to cup her chin, dragging my thumb gently over her bottom lip. Her eyes went wide and her breathing stalled.

“Don’t you think,” I said softly, smiling, “That if you’re going to cheat on your boyfriend, it should be with me?”

Guh. I don’t even have words after that.

So I’ll just say this, if you haven’t already read this fic, don’t waste any more time. The laundry can wait.

I got a late start on The Wedding Party, but once I began reading, this was a story I couldn’t stop. To put it simply, spanglemaker9 has created one of those indulgent, delightful, very fun to read Edward and Bella romances we all crave. Let’s be honest, friends – no matter where our tastes lie these days, 99.9% of us sought out Twilight fan fiction in the first place because we wanted MORE Edward and Bella, MORE romance, MORE fluff…oh, and MORE sexual tension (not to mention the actual sex)! Trust me here, this story delivers!

Of course, what fun would a romance be if there weren’t some challenges and stumbling blocks along the way? Well, there’s a big one in this story, and it goes by the name of Jay.

The night before leaving Seattle to go to Chicago for her best friend Alice’s wedding, Bella has an epiphany about her relationship. She knows it’s not where she wants to be any longer and that she’s fallen out of love, but there is no time to deal with that. Conversely, there are a handful of other factors that make Bella feel obligated to her longterm boyfriend, and she’s extremely torn about what to do. A long weekend away as the Maid of Honor seems to be just what she needs to clear her head.

However, Bella is unable to get her mind off her doomed relationship when she meets the Best Man (Edward, of course) and a volcano of undeniable chemistry erupts.

The POV in this story shifts back and forth between Edward and Bella seamlessly, building the characterizations of these two as well as the supporting cast, and with it comes a clear picture of the escalating attraction they feel. That doesn’t mean things are simple, though. While Bella and Edward can’t seem to stay away from one another, Bella struggles with her obligation toward Jay, and Edward wrestles with his own sense of morality regarding her current status. Will they or won’t they? Will they or won’t they? No matter what, the biggest question remains – even if relationship circumstances were different, Bella is in Seattle and Edward is in New York, so what does that mean for them?

I won’t spoil any more of the story for you, but I promise that you too will find yourself hooked on Edward’s charm and empathizing for Bella’s inner turmoil, especially if you have ever been in a dead end relationship that you didn’t know how to get out of. The Wedding Party is a great WiP, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

I love Spanglemaker (swoonward pwns me), and I *love* this fic. I am not gonna lie, though, the thought of this not having an HEA makes me literally sick. I never even considered that possibility until I read pippapear’s review. OMG. I will die.

This story is great–it’s got one of my favorite Edwards and I don’t even hate Bella *lol* It has one of the hottest lemons I’ve ever read. The characters have amazing depth and I am on the edge of my seat waiting to find out what is going to happen next. I love how much spanglemaker is able to make us feel with just a few short paragraphs.

“Oh, God…” the words tumbled from my lips as I arched away from the wall, willing him to touch me harder. He did, making a low sound in the back of his throat that vibrated all through my body as he kissed his way up my throat to my mouth. This time I met his mouth first, pushing my tongue in hard against his. He slipped his leg forward between my knees until his thigh was pressing against my center. It drove me mad, his soft amazing mouth and tongue assaulting mine, his thigh pressing against me, his hands on my breasts…my body was on fire and I thought he might be able to make me come just like this.

His hand slid down over my hip, pulling on my thigh, raising my leg, hooking it over his hip. Jesus, yes…With the shift in position, I could feel how hard he was, and it was pressed directly against me, right where I was desperate for it. He reached underneath me, cupping my bottom, raising me up, helping me ride against him.

Without warning, he hiked my other leg up. I gasped at my loss of balance, gripping his shoulders with both hands. But within seconds I felt secure, held up by his hands and the wall at my back. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he settled in against me. I could feel the whole hard length of him pressed against my panties as my ruined dress rode up to my hips. He rocked his hips into mine and I groaned through my teeth against his lips. I felt one of my shoes slip off my foot, and I kicked the other one away before hooking my calves more securely around him.

I didn’t want to think about my real life right now, and for the most part, I didn’t. But I couldn’t help but realize that no sexual experience I’d had in my life before compared to what was happening with Edward right now, and we still had most of our clothes on. It hadn’t been like this with the few men I’d dated in college, and certainly never with…Don’t even think his name. Not here, not now, with Edward touching me, pinning me to the wall, and making me feel…

*thud* Read this story. You won’t be sorry.