A/N1: Charlaine H. owns all the characters. While some of the plot lines were inspired by the romance novel author Eve M.
I don't have a beta (anybody kind enough to volunteer?)… so..uhhhmm…forgive me for all the grammatical transgressions that I ….have made…pasensya na po. =)
Semi-Charmed Kinda Life
CHAPTER 1: I want something else
The alarm clock besides Sookie's bed started beeping. Looking at it, she noticed that it's already 7:40 AM. She sighed. 'Lord just let me sleep forever at twenty-nine. Don't let me face another day only to start counting till I'm thirty! It's killing me', she thought mournfully.
She didn't want to leave her bed. It was quite trying to muster enough energy to get up and start her day. She hit snooze in the alarm.
'Another five minutes', she said to herself.
She has been like this for the past few days. For Sookie, it was starting to feel like it is a countdown for the deathrow where she would be shot or hanged or maybe electrocuted. Again she lets out a sigh. Next month, at February fourteenth, she would be thirty years old! And why did her birthday have to coincide with Valentines Day? It's quite ironic that she's loveless. In fact, the notion of celebrating the said occasion has been lost to her for quite sometime now and try as she might to deny it, nobody had made her special in so long.
After 20 minutes and four alarm 'snoozes', she decided to get up. The sun is shining brightly through the windows and she really needed to start her day.
She went to the bathroom. There, she faced her vanity mirror and started inspecting her face for any traces or signs of the 29 years that has gone by.
Nothing seemed to change. The wrinkles and fine lines that she was dreading are not there. Her skin is still flawless; for it was after all under the meticulous care of her dermatologist.
Removing her favorite nightgown, she then glanced at her body. She had a natural, full high breasts, small waist, curvy hips and shapely legs. Her fingers traced a very thin fine line on her lower belly. It was quite faint and it is not noticeable unless you are really looking at it. The thin line was the scar of the incision/operation done to her three years ago.
It was done in utter secrecy. She had an ovarian cyst growing in one of her ovaries. Thus, it was excised. The psychological impact of the operation almost shattered her. Her doctors told her that the operation significantly diminished her chances of bearing a child and that she should consider that she might not be able to have her own kids. Each year she also undergoes an abdominal ultrasound to check her other ovary.
The idea of not having her own children brought a feeling of abject desperation inside her. 'Lord, she wanted kids!' Jason and his wife Crystal have three children already while Hadley was pregnant. It was eating her from the inside.
But for Sookie, the notion of not having a child isn't the most painful ordeal of all. It was while recuperating in a private hospital outside the US, Bill Compton- the only man she ever loved...ever trusted- left her for another woman. 'A much younger woman', Lorena- she was Bill's co-star in that accursed movie that they were filming in Greece that time. 'Douchebag', Sookie thought to Bill.
She looked again at her image in the mirror. All in all, she still appears young and her look can still pass as mid-twenties. Well, unless you'd look from within. She really felt old. She feels like a withering leaf inside and her life force is rapidly seeping away from her weary soul.
And for the third time, she lets out a sigh. When was the last time that she was indeed happy?
Sookie could not remember.
It was 10:00 AM when Sookie came down the stairs of her house in Los Angeles. She heard the voice of Amelia, her personal assistant, in the kitchen. From the looks of it Amelia's day was already buzzing. Usually Amelia came at her house an hour before to start making and confirming arrangements for her day to day activities.
She has been her personal assistant and friend for almost two years now. Fresh out of college and determined to escape her controlling father, Amelia left Louisiana and went to live in California near her Aunt Octavia. It was through her Aunt that she met Amelia. Octavia has been Sookie's P.A. then. When her aunt resigned she was recommended. Sookie and Amelia had hit it off immediately and the rest as they say was history.
She saw Amelia and before she could greet her Amelia started talking about what she will do today.
"After your taping with The Buzz, you have a luncheon meeting with some press people, then another short taping for your guesting in that Sit-com, True Mud and then you have a fitting with Tara for the gowns that you will be using at the anniversary concert of the network" Amelia, recited while looking at her day's itinerary.
"Good morning to you too punkin… have you had your breakfast?"
"Yup. Busy..busy.. day..this…"
"tut..tut, Amelia. Coffee…before everything".
Amelia must have noticed that there is no way she would listen to her, so she started preparing her breakfast.
"Don't be silly, let me do that, you're my PA not my maid. Sit down. Are you sure you don't want to eat?"
"Nope.. ate already… is that all your eating?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"Well dipping a toasted wheat bread to olive oil vinaigrette is not well… breakfast-sy"
"To each his own Amelia…to each his own…" Sookie smiled. What's wrong with her breakfast anyway? She loved the taste of her home made vinaigrette.
Amelia snorted, "Whatever.. so are you sufficiently awake?". Amelia was eyeing my empty cup.
"Yup, reiterate what you said earlier.. but slower". She poured another cup of coffee.
Repeating her schedule for the day, Sookie complained, "Amelia! Why did you clump all those activities in one day?"
Looking at her planner, Amelia smiled mischievously. "Hmm, you do have a break, Sook.."
Sookie raised an eyebrow at her.
Explaining that she would indeed have an hour break later in the afternoon Amelia trudged on with Sookie's concerns.
"Oh, and some people from the MGM called. It's about your birthday. Lafayette coordinated with them, and said that it will be held at Hotel Gizeh. You should see the guest list! " Amelia gushed excitedly.
Just by listening to Amelia, she felt tired already. The morning isn't over, yet she felt like her energy has already dissipated. She didn't feel particularly enthusiastic about her work these days.
"Who would you take as an escort for that evening? The manager of John Quinn and the publicist of JB du Rone called."
Sookie sneered. These two actors are presently being linked to her by the press. Both of them did in actuality shown interest and they are quite good looking.
"I won't be taking any of those two as an escort. I think I'll be just fine with you and Lafayette by my side"
"And Lafayette was hoping you'd choose Quinn…you know, because of that movie you two made… "
Lafayette, her manager will indeed be angling for Quinn. Their movie together, the Eye of the Tiger was a smash hit last year and Laf was pushing for another pairing. However, the thought of Quinn calling her 'Babe' all night made her cringed.
"Tell Laf that I changed my mind about this whole escort thing. I don't need an escort. Well if Preston was here.."
Preston was her favorite leading man ever. He would have been the perfect escort for her birthday if he wasn't busy shooting his new film in Italy. He is a great actor and he is her best friend.
"What a pity, -well for me at least! I was hoping to be up close with JB… he is so..so yummy!".
Amelia then laugh and Sookie rolled her eyes. She guessed it would be quite a challenge for Amelia to grasp why she refused to be with any of those two. 'Amelia is only twenty-two years old and with heartthrobs like JB well..'
But then what would she talk about with a 23-year old hunk that was not only too young for her but too starstruck to even start a conversation with her?
"Call Janice in here, Amelia- 'hun, I want to get this day started. I'll be in my room "
Amelia left and came back with Janice, her make-up artist awhile later.
"Hi Sookie-love!" Janice greeted and then kissed both Sookie's cheeks. Janice was wearing a body fitting black shirt and hot pink mini skirt.
"Janice! Your looking good as ever, girl. Well I have a presscon. today.."
Janice cut her off, "hmm and what look will you go for?"
"you know… my usual"
Her make-up artist pouted. "Uhgg, again? The forever safe look"
"And… What? It's my best look and it works", Sookie defended.
"Whatever, love". Janice replied and started working on her.
Eric stared at the naked woman sleeping in his bed and exhaled harshly. Why the fuck did he not felt satiated in her arms tonight?
He had been so hot for Thalia when he saw her at Pam's studio posing seductively for BLOW magazine. As it was, he was enjoying the incentives of being associated with the magazine. 'The women. Beautiful faces. Sexy bodies. Women that were made for pleasure. His pleasure'
Every encounter with them had been wild and uninhibited. They were great lovers and they all know how to please him, and he as his personal credo in his vast sexual exploits, had always put the women's pleasure first and above his own. He anticipated his every orgasm after keeping it at bay for hours. He could last for hours. It used to be worth the wait.
But not anymore. Now, even after two hours of marathon pumping, he couldn't cum! He was still stiff and he was tempted to jack off to release the pressure in his groin. But damn it! He was with an alluring woman and he will just relieve himself? It was a very depressing thought.
He went to the bathroom and took a shower. The last remnants of his erection died. He sighed and cleansed all the traces of sex from his body.
What is he doing with this woman tonight? His mother would go ballistic if she discovered that he spent the night with a BLOW centerfold rather than attend her first party of the year at their mansion.
'Parties'. He shook his head. He can't figure why his mom would throw lots of them. Sophie-Anne Leclerq-Northman loved to entertain people and created a legend from throwing the most fabulous private parties in town. But he was sick of socializing. He turned off his phone early on so his family won't barrage him with incessant calls or text messages demanding his appearance.
He felt a slight tinged of guilt for his absence for tonight's party. His whole family would definitely be there and his nieces and nephews would surely miss him. And he would miss them too. Terribly…
But a depressing scenario played in his mind. As usual, he would go there alone while his siblings would go there with their respective families. Fuck, he would feel so left out.
But he would rather go alone than bring a date. Fuck, the one and only time he did bring a date was 5 years ago. He and Felicia were dating casually and he brought her to the 1st birthday party of his eldest niece. He brought a date and his family thought he was going serious with the woman. Hell even Felicia thought so too! He was subsequently bombarded with questions related to wedding bells and babies. He cringed at the thought. Fuck it. It was a lesson learned. Never bring a date to family gatherings. Who in their right mind would?
Hell, his mom would badger him with, when-will-you-settle-down and other what not questions, date or no date. So yes… the incessant questioning alone is enough to make him not look forward to those gatherings. He was losing patience with them…well… with his mom mostly.
And he still is so not fucking ready to settle down. And he will not be bringing forth any new Northmans anytime soon. He liked his life just fine. No complications. No commitments. No responsibilities that he didn't like. The only responsibility he had so far is doing his 'damnest' to run the Northman business empire with his father.
But what the fuck is happening to him? What's wrong with his dick? Is this what older men refer to as erectile dysfunction? Fuck, I'm not even that old. I'm only thirty three for cripes sake!
He liked his life…until last month. He sighed.
Thalia was still sleeping contentedly on her bed. He decided that he wouldn't be spending the whole night with Thalia after all. Ah...maybe it isn't too late to show up at the party. It was only 10:00 pm and his nieces and nephews could still be awake.
Anyway his mother would raise hell if he didn't show up tonight. She would be bitching all week…fuck...maybe all year long and she wasn't even through ranting about his nonappearance on the eve of New Year.
The thought galvanized him to action.
Eric drove his Corvette like a bat out of hell. It was 10:30 when he reached the gated entrance of his parent's unabashedly lavish estate. The security guards must have recognized his car and the gates were opened. He lowered the driver's side window and he nodded at them. He drove down the long parkway that was divided by a reflecting pool and lined by the California palm trees that pointed to their house that is yet to be visible. Gradually, beyond the manicured lawns, the mechanical water sprinklers, and the statues and columns, "Cámara de Northman' as her mother fondly calls it, emerged. The H-shaped mansion was of pink terra-cotta stucco and exhibits a perfect combination of Spanish and Italian style.
Upon entering the front door, he took in his surroundings. The front entrance to their house opens onto a two-story reception hall, with a white and silver-leaf paneled ceiling and a marble floor, which end at twin staircases that rise to the second floor.
He also noticed that the motif of the party was silver and burgundy. 'When is it not silver?' Silver ornaments were always present in their parties. It was the symbol of the Northman family because their business empire started with a silver mine in Sweden almost a hundred years ago.
It took only but a few moments for his mother to spot him by the door. 'Such keen senses for a small woman… here it goes…'
"Eric Alberkt Northman! Mon fils bien-aimé [my beloved son], what took you so long? We were all waiting for you all evening! I can't contact you through your phone!" Sophie-anne hugged him.
Eric kissed the cheeks of his mother. She was dressed regally and resplendently in a red gown, looking like she was the queen of the night which in essence she was.
He chose to ignore the questions asked by her. Instead he deflected her through flattery. "You're looking great maman [mom]", he said then twirled her around. Her mother smiled graciously at the flattery bestowed by her favorite son. Well since I'm the only son…
"Don't think I don't know what you are doing Eric…". Eric grinned.
"What's the occasion, anyways?"
"Oh mon garçon aux yeux bleus [my blue-eyed boy], have you forgotten? It's the feast of the three Kings"
The what? He coughed to stifle his laugh.
It was hard but he will not laugh at his mother's face. Fuck! Pure ridiculousness! A freakin' party for the three Kings…well ermm..wise men.. who visited baby Jesus in Bethlehem. Oh for the love of all that's holy! What a flimsy excuse to throw a party. Ridiculous…just plain ridiculous…
He lightly shook his head to convey his disbelief.
He was spared however to give comment to her mother's ludicrous statement, by the arrival of his youngest sister, Alexia. All in all, he has three sisters. His older sisters are Cella and Livia and they are fraternal twins. Both of them have already been married and have kids of their own. Alexia, their youngest sister is 23 and is single. Though from what Cella told him, she has a boyfriend. He guessed that Alexia was reluctant to introduce her bf to him…as she should. Although if the guy was serious…oh well… try as he might to deny it Alexia is already an adult… and she's capable of making decisions on her own… but if that guy ever… He sighed.
"Hej storebror [hi big brother], I miss you! You are so late bror!". Alexia gave him a bear hug.
He returned the hug and kissed her forehead. Looking fondly at her sister he said, "Hey princess…I'm sorry I got tied up with something. But I'm here now, ain't I?"
"Maman, Aunt Maryann said…". But before Alexia finished what their Aunt said, his mom cut her off.
"Mina barn [my babies], Je vais vous laisser pendant un certain temps. Votre tante et I" [I'll leave you two for awhile. Your aunt and I...]. His mother sure does know languages. Was she aware that she just amalgamated Swedish and French? Oh well…she's from France and Fader's [dad's] from Sweden…
"Maman [mom] its about your…". Alexia said before Sophie-Anne finished what she's saying. Another interruption…? Are they psychic? Maybe they could communicate through telepathy… annoying… that's what it is.
"Yes, bébé [baby] it's about the 37th wedding anniversary of your fader and moi." Oh, of course…another party planning. But this time the reason is…well… within reason. Rather than joining in their conversation, he chose to be a quiet spectator on all this.
"Alexia voirqueton frèreestalimenté.Eric,nous parleronsplus tard.Necrois pas quenotreconversation estterminée [Alexia see that your brother is fed. Eric, we will talk later. Don't think our conversation is finished]". And with that, they were given kisses and Sophie-Anne took her leave.
"Lillasyster [Little sister], I've eaten already but I could use a drink." Eric said.
"Let's go to the pool then, everyone is waiting for you". Alexia responded.
They walked straight towards the French doors that led to the pool. Eric could hear a band playing some type of swing-jazz music. When they reached the balcony which overlooks the cascading waterfalls to the pool and the Venetian columns beyond the pool house, he took in a moment to appreciate the scene before him. It was a sight to behold.
There were clusters of clear and silver balloons that simulated bubbles. Candles and large white and red flower blossoms floated in the pool. Surrounding the trees and shrubs are strings of clear lights that were reflected in the pool, thereby doubling the effect of the lights. The area was also draped in some silver and burgundy gossamer wide streamers held up on clear nylon fishing line.
"Hisnande", that was all he could say.
"Pam". Alexia said.
It was both an explanation and an expletive. Right…Only her cousin, Pam can pull of something like this. I bet she's the one that has given Sophie-Anne the idea that it's okay to celebrate 3 kings day in this grandiose scale. Anyways, she's as crazy into fashion and style as his mom and his aunt. No wonder she's Sophie-Anne's favorite niece. They're like fucking maenads…
"I don't see any myrrh, frankincense or gold…how.."
"Bror, look at little centerpiece that adorn each table later…come on Eric, lighten up". He said nothing.
"If I didn't know better, I would think that you're not getting laid." He watched her laughed softly at him and he just raised an eyebrow. Well it was unlikely for him to tell Alexia his problems concerning his quite frustrating dick…not bloody likely.
He led her to an empty table. Once seated he did noticed that the centerpiece was a small nativity set complete with Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus and the 3 Kings. He just rolled his eyes. Women! A waiter walked towards them and he took a glass of champagne.
He knew most of the attendees tonight. Most of them are families and friends. Looking around he saw Cella dancing with his husband. Livia was on the other side of the pool talking with her mom, Pam and Aunt Maryann. His nieces and nephews were not around though since its past their bedtime.
He was taking to Cella, when he saw Pam walking their table. He groaned.
"I have a distinct impression who…I mean..err…what exactly tied you up cousin". Pam said without further ado. She sat next to him.
"I do have a good inference on that subject too". Cella teased.
Not waiting for him to give any verbal response, Pam asked, "So which month is it? Is it October, November or December?"
"It was work related, Pam". He said in a no bullshit tone. He knew that Pam was aware that he bedded a few of the cover girls of the BLOW magazine. And it seemed that Cella had become aware of this too. But he will not dissect his sex life in front of Cella and it's not like him to talk about the women he shared his bed with.
Pam and Cella just laughed at him.
"Yeah, right..I bet you really worked hard, brother". Cella was giggling.
He didn't dignify that statement with a response. It's not like his sex life is a giggling matter… if anything it was a sorry, mournful and pathetic affair…his dick..his life…he lets out a deep sigh.
Pam and Cella's teasing continued for about an hour or so and his somber moods begun to lighten up. He saw his father sitting at the table with his 2 brothers-in-law drinking some prized scotch. Calvin who was Cella's husband was a major distributor and dealer of European sports cars here in the US and several Asian countries. Gervaise on the other hand was Livia's spouse. He was a self-made man and a senior vice president of the Northman Holdings. He had form a tight bond of brotherhood with his brothers-in-law.
He excused himself to the ladies and got up to join them.
He hugged his dad, "Ledsen pappa Jag är sen" [sorry dad I'm late]. He smiled and nodded his brothers-in-law.
"We were just talking about you, what took you so long?" Calvin said and then laughed.
He sat down on a vacant chair and poured some scotch. "What.. 'about?" He asked.
"Well son, I'm retiring this year and…"
"Oh dad, you've been saying that for a few years now and yet you never did." 3 years...Godric has been saying that ever since he turned thirty. It's not like he is hesitant to take his seat… It's more like he enjoyed working with his dad.
His dad's face broke into a huge grin, "I'm quite serious this time around, Eric. Your mom is already complaining. She wants to go to Sweden for our nth honeymoon"
Gervaise tapped his father's shoulder. "Dad it would be good for you and mom. You worry too much about the company"
"Yeah", he agreed.
"So dad, does that mean…you and mom…still ..ermm.." Calvin teased.
"Of course! Don't think just because we're old doesn't mean our sexlife is nonexistent".
Well…good for his dad. This must mean his problem is not genetic since dad can still 'get his freak on' with mom. Gross.
"Aww…stop dad..TMI." Gervaise said. They laughed.
"I can still get it on.." His dad continued.
"What can you still get on, mon mari" [my husband]. Sophie-anne asked. We didn't noticed her approach and when Dad heard her he stood up and gave her a hug
They laughed but did not answer the question. He smiled at his parents. For the life of him, he could not fathom how they could still be sweet to each other. 'I mean they are married for almost 37 years now'
Calvin stood up and raised his glass. Oh fuck he's going to offer a toast.
"I would like to make a toast". Then he urged Gervaise and I to stand.
"Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence…To Godric and Sophie-Anne…more lovely years…more love to come…"
"To Eric Northman…my brother-in-law, may you…"
"Shut up Calvin, let's toast"
"Hey I'm not yet done, may you give mom and dad little Northmans". They all laughed
"Nevermind" he grumbled as they clinked their glasses.
It was 12:00 am and the party was dying down. He sat alone by the pool staring at the floating candles that are winking at him seductively as if taunting him.
He was again miserable as hell. He wanted to be here at this party yet he couldn't wait to leave. He felt like he was an outsider in his own family. Hugs and kisses were flying in all directions. In fact he'd been the recipient of many hugs and kisses tonight. He was very loved. But he felt hallow. Alone.
Ah, how he hated this feeling! What the fuck is wrong with him? It is very unsettling.
"Bill.." Sookie said.
"I don't know how too say this, Sook"
"What is it?" She replied. She hoped he would just spit it out. Would he flat out deny it? I mean those damned pictures that the paparazzi took can't lie. Bill and Lorena kissing on a beach somewhere…looking happy and content
She was angry but she couldn't muster the enough energy to manifest it. She felt like a pathetic loser… She just had an operation…and now her cheating fiancé is about to break up with her...
"Sweetheart? Sweatheart? what are you doing here, alone and moping?"
Sookie's train of thought stopped abruptly. She looked back at the man talking at her- Lafayette Renolds- her manager.
"Laf!" She hugged him.
"Hmm…what's this…you're thinking deeply…you're not gonna demand anything right?"
Sookie smiled. Lafayette had been with her from the start.
"Oh no! I'm quite happy and content right now."
Laf just raised an eyebrow conveying his disbelief at what she said.
"Well I came here to discuss about your new movie! Who do you think will be a good candidate for your leading man?"Do you want Quinn?"
She snorted.
"What? you looked good together. What about Claude? He's yummy"
"I don't want to work with that sinfully beautiful a-hole…and he bats for your team anyways"
"Don't I know sweetheart! Don't I know it…" He laughed
She just pouted.
"Well you already said you'd do this movie/musical thingy…"
"It's a love story, Laf…and"
"And?"
"I don't know, I don't really feel like doing a love story…right now…"
"Hmmm…" Lafayette looked at her closely. And as if Laf has been reading her mind he said, "Luv, he is gone…"
She flinched but said nothing. Sometime Laf just really knew her too well.
"Stop pinning for him! Forget Bill. That billshit doesn't deserve you. It's not like he's worth it, you gotta move on baby girl…"
She just blinked at him. Laf is so effing sensitive. Yup, she is still pinning .Yup, its pathetic… after all it's been 3 years already…
She sighed. "And who would I replace him with Laf? It almost seems like all the guys who are around me are either, gay, taken, rake, younger…"
He smiled at her. "Sookie, love…what's with all these conjured restrictions? It's only in your mind"
"Are you saying I'm mental?"
"No I'm saying, Date…just date. Who cares if he's younger ..go for it…it will be fun …"
"Stop it"
"Darling, there are plenty of fishes in this ocean. And isn't JB interested? Why not him? You'd be a gorgeous couple... I might even produce a movie for you guys… May-December: An Affair to Remember!"
"Seriously Laf stop it. I don't want a fling. I want a boyfriend. A serious one…someone who I can see myself marrying someday"
"You will honey and you'll have your H.E.A., but in the meantime while he is still M.I.A. get laid and have some fun"
She rolled her eyes.
"What? Have some fun! Give JB a chance, well any guy actually!"
"I've been on dates…"
"Yes…yes…dates…dinner right? Candlelit…? Then the poor guy takes you home and you kiss him goodnight on the cheek! Honey, you've been playing this, technically-I'm-going-out-and-dating-for quite some time now"
She said nothing and Laf continued he's seemingly never ending prodding to her nonexistent love life.
"You're not getting any younger…" Like she didn't know that
"You've got to give it up girl. There's an expiration warning for those hoo-has that are unopened before they're 30"
She gaped at him. How?
"It will wither…it will die… well not really but it will be all prune-y…and it will close up… surrender your V-card already! I know your still carrying it!"
"How?"
"Easy love! Open your legs then…"
"No! I mean how did you..."
"4th of July, we were drunk. After spouting out a lot of I-hate-Bill-the-doucebag-so-fucking-much statements, you told me and Amelia of your tight predicament…" He just laughed out loud.
"Argg, gross...just gross" She covered her face with her hands. "Please let's not talk about my V-card….I mean…err…my state" She pleaded.
"Look at me Sookie". And she did.
"Why not? Think about it! Let's be enterprising! We can even have a reality show about you honey! Hmmm… how about the Bachelorette: Celebrity edition!
Nothing.
"12 Celebrity Male Hotties vying for one gorgeous diva… who will Sookie choose to give her coveted golden cherry!
Nothing.
"Hmm…Ah! Of course!"
Sookie narrowed her eyes as she stopped Laf from saying what would be another teasing remark. "If I don't love you so much, I'll fire you, and find myself a new manager who wouldn't put me in some, 'Popping Sookie's Cherry Reality Show'!"
"Oh my cookie! You know I'm just kidding. Your V-card is safe with me" Literally.
Seemingly finished with teasing her, Lafayette voice took in a more serious tone. "Sookie, let it go love. So you've been burned by love. And I know that uncle Bartlett did a number on your trust issues with men" You have no idea. Why would I be so scared to have sex with guys for so long, if not for Uncle Bartlett?
"But not all men are like Bill or that nefarious uncle of yours. Be receptive for love and it will come. You said you want to find 'The One'. But are you really looking? Don't waste your beauty and time for pinning over Bill. Your goods are meant to be appreciated. Live Darling!
Is she not really living her life? She definitely wants something else.
A/N2:
* I don't know if the 3 Kings Day is celebrated in Sweden or France…or in the U.S. …really… I was just looking for a Christian holiday that is close enough to the New Year…and viola…3 kings day… January 6…the Northmans are not… uhmm… overly religious… but Sophie-anne is just that decadent and would love any excuse to throw the first party of the year. And uhmm…she won't be an evil queen bitch in this story…lol
** Uhmm the Northman's home was based on the 'Beverly House' built in the 1927 for Milton Getz. It was just so fitting for Sophie-Anne … 'coz it's über lavish.
*** Here is a better summary of the story:
Eric Northman could not believe that it's actually happening to him. Is he really bored with the hordes of women lining up at his front door? He is only thirty-three years old. He just probably have too much of the dating scene and the hedonistic life that he has led. All he needs is a break. A few weeks abstinence in all things worldly, that's what, his friends advised him to do. So he goes to his island for a vacation so he could relax and maybe revive his Joie de vivre. But he meets a mysterious woman there and his 'abstinence mantra' is shot to hell. One night in her arms and his hormones are back into action.
Meanwhile, Sookie Stackhouse is living the glittery life of a celebrity. But alas! Her love life is zero. She longs to be free from the confines of her chosen career without fears or reservations. She decided that a venture to the wild side is what she needs. And she finds Eric in an island, the pure embodiment of her dreams.
Yup…it's an Island romp...and more
**** And uhmm I'm really sorry it took me so long to publish chapter 1… for what its worth I have already written ½ of Chapter 2. The title is 'The Freakshow takes the Stage'
***** Please, Review? Thanks and Happy New Year! =)