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Tangled Hearts – Chapter 1

When the going get tough!

December 2009

BPOV

I couldn't ask for a more perfect life. I am a thirty-two years old, published creative writer. I'm engaged to the prefect man, Felix. We were set to be married in November next year.

I've come a long way since I lived in the small town of Forks, where I attended school and lived a very monotonous life. It rained in Forks, it rained a lot. There was entirely too much green, everything was covered in moss and it was cold, wet, and I really missed the sun! My dream was to go to college somewhere sunny and warm, I was looking at going to places like Arizona, California, and even Texas, but as time went on and I got older, my ideals changed and education won, over the warmth and the sun.

I moved to New York for college. Not the rainiest place on the earth, but still it still had its fair share and it was also cold most of the year round. You could say I moved from one extreme to the next. I went from a sleepy town, to a city that never sleeps. That is what I was looking for, I wanted the fast paced, hustle and bustle of people around me, it was necessary for me to get my college years done and I wanted to start my working career. It was essential in my life to be a successful writer, a household name like Wilbur Smith, Stephen King, and Matthew Reilly. I wanted to be known for something different and exciting.

But I'm getting ahead of myself here; let me tell you a bit more about my childhood.

I am the daughter of Charles, but most people know him as Charlie and Renee Swan. I entered this world on the thirteenth of September 1977. My father at the time was a deputy and my mother was a teacher. As I grew up I made friends with some of the local kids, Angela, Ben, Jessica, and Mike. Since leaving Forks our friendships have become absent. I must admit. I am still friends with Angela, but it's mostly on 'Facebook' and I get the occasional email from her, telling me all the happenings in Fork's.

When I was younger my personality was subtler, I was never one for tea parties or sleep over's. As an only child I formed a love for reading and creating my own adventure in the back yard. My parent's house backed in to a thick swarming forest and now most of my stories originated from some of those adventures of my childhood. My mother always told me I had a wild and vivid imagination even then. When it was raining and I couldn't venture outside, I would bring those escapades inside. There were occasions where I would involve other members of my family, especially my father when he got home from work.

When I turned four my father thought I needed a play-mate. Looking back on it now, I think he did it to get some peace and quite - so he bought a family dog. I wished for a brother or sister at every birthday and for Christmas, but every year it never seemed to happen. Charlie felt that a dog would be a good alternative. I found out a while ago that mom had complications when she was delivering me and once she healed the doctors advised her not to have any more children.

My parents always wanted a large family but following the doctors advice, they gave up. Instead we raised German Sheppard's, that were also K9 police dogs. Samson was the first to expand our family not only was he a good guard dog and worked with dad, but he became my partner in crime. Looking back, the poor sod had to put up with a lot of crap from me. I would dress him as a prince in a couple my stories and I even went so far as to have my mom make him clothes for these little adventures. A year later dad brought home Brute. Brute was from the same lineage as Samson. When they hit retirement age I became their main caregiver. I would take them on walks in the forest, to keep up their exercising. I also kept up their adventures when we went camping as a family. They had been trained and worked so long in the police force with dad, that I am sure they got bored if they didn't use their skills.

I remember when we lost Brute from old age. It tore my father up; he didn't want to replace him right away. Mom and I waited six months before we brought home Zora. My father loved her name, the meaning of the word, is aurora, or dawn. Zora was good for Samson. I think she kept him young at heart, and I felt like he enjoyed her company until he passed away. When mom and I bought Zora, we made sure she was from good linage, and came with papers. Dad decided to get Zora a friend straight away when Samson passed. This is how we ended up with Gunnar, dad's brave warrior. I have to say he was a fierce looking dog, and would scare the neighbourhood kids. However, when he was around us he was a big baby. Mom and dad still have Zora and Gunner. Dad has retired and they moved to Bronx, and started a dog breading business. Vassily is the newest member to join our family and he is the last son that was bred between Zora and Gunner. Dad actually looked this name up on the internet, he wanted something that meant 'great protector' and this is what he got from a Russian name site. Vassily, suits him; you cannot get near mom and dad's property in the Bronx, if he is roaming the property.

Mom had been a High School teacher when we lived in Forks. Most people would be embarrassed to have your mother teaching at the school you were attending, but for me that was not the case. I was fortunate to have a mother as a teacher, before I even started attending school, my mother made sure to teach me the basics, reading, writing and arithmetic. I would say that is where my obsession for learning came from. I wanted to become a writer, to give people like myself the enjoyment of learning and adventure. Story time was a big thing for me when I knew how to read, and Samson and Brute were always my audience. I would create a reading area outside or in – depending on the rain - and cover them up with blankets, making sure they were settled and then I would start reading them different stories. I would even showed them the pictures.

I have some of the best photos from my childhood with these two dogs hanging and displayed around my house.

Both of my parents retired three years ago, and moved to the Bronx to be closer to me. My mother still tutors the local kids, and my father can be seen working on his boat or out fishing most of the time now. He always has one or two of the dogs with him.

As you know I moved to New York after high school. I graduated from NYU, four years later. I had an Undergraduate in Education, with a minor in Creative Writing. I went back for more and received a Graduate degree in Creative Writing. I learnt every aspect of literary arts; writing, reading, teaching, publishing and community outreach. Writing my own story was a challenge and once I started, I had so many ideas for different stories that in the end I merged them all into one book. From there, I broke the book down into different Were animal books.

These books was targeted toward adults and written for adults, but the younger adults were the ones that made them what they are today. Harpers Collins Publishers picked up my first book, which are Were fantasies for female adults. It did not take long for this book to make it onto the New York Times Best Sellers and over night I was a household name. I have written eight different stories about weres and tied them altogether; I centered them in and around capital cities of America and Canada. I still have four more to write with my existing contract.

I have now started a childrens book about fairies that they have started publishing. I have personal selfish reasons for starting this book. Felix and I are thinking of starting our family, after we are married in November. I wanted to be able to read to them something that I had created.

I've been looking forward to getting home from the books promotional tour I had been on for the last three weeks. I helped organize this one with the assistance of Senna, my editor, and Zafrina, my publicist. I wasn't supposed to be back in town for two more days, but we finished up early for a change after the book signing in Philadelphia. Now I was driving back home to my brownstone on the Upper East Side. It was my first purchase when I hit the number one best seller list. I really didn't believe my books would take off that fast and it was a nice surprise.

Felix was excited when I signed with Harpers Collins. He said he knew my books would take America and the world by storm, but I was doubtful at first. I met Felix while in college. We were both in a creative writing class together. It was an elective for him and we helped each other out by bouncing ideas off each other. Felix was studying philosophy and I found it interesting to talk about different topics with him. I had not really delved into philosophy at all, until I met him and now I find it fascinating and read some of the books that Felix has collected of the years. Once we graduated, I kept up with my writing and did my masters and he went on to get his as well.

Felix always wanted to be a professor, and once he graduated - top of his class – he started teaching and is now a professor, teaching at NYU, to say the position suits him is an understatement. Felix and I have been together for over eight years and only a month ago I asked him to move in to the Brownstone. At first it was a little rough but now we are blissfully happy, I could not ask for more in my life.

Felix didn't like the house at first; he thought it was too big for me. In retrospect it probably is, but I am hoping we can fill it with the children that we always talk about. I would like to have four, and Felix coming from a large Italian family would like to have around six or seven children. I am not sure what fantasy island he is living on, but there is no way I am pushing out six kids or more. I believe four is a well-rounded figure and more than enough. I was not breeding a sports team.

With the wedding preparations started, we have the date set, The Holy Trinity Catholic Church on West 82nd Street booked and the Le Bernardin restaurant reserved for the reception. We have agreed upon a red theme for the wedding and this weekend I am going and looking for wedding and bride's maid dresses with Kate and Charlotte. I was hoping to get Vera Wang to design my dress, but since everyone uses her these days, I am keeping my options opened. I have an appointment with Justin Alexander in the afternoon, it is the only one I have made. I have no idea what I want or what would look good on me. The only thing I do know is that I don't want to look like a huge meringue.

As I turned on to my street I was looking forward to having a hot shower and some cuddling time with Felix. I didn't call to let him know him I was coming home early; not only did I want to surprise him but I also knew he had grading to do, so I knew he would be home.

I was lucky to find a parking spot right in front of the house. It was too late to drop the rental off and I had plenty of time to do it in the morning. I gathered all my belongings and went and pulled my small suitcase from the trunk and making sure the car was secure. I trudged up the stairs. I let out a sigh of relief as I opened the front door. The notes from The Queen of Spades floated around my ears as I entered the foyer. Felix loved playing Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. It had become routine for Felix when he was grading his students work. It also gave me an indication that he was indeed home. It was one of his favourite opera's, but I personally found it a bit depressing. It is one of those unlucky in love, and lucky at cards things, and in the end the guy takes his own life. See, told you depressing.

I close and lock the front door, leaving my suitcase in the front entryway. I walk into the kitchen put my purse down and look through the mail. Finding nothing of importance and everything else that can wait till tomorrow, I headed into the office, thinking that Felix would be there. I noticed his computer was switched on, but no Felix to be found.

I walk back to the front of the house and collect my suitcase and head up the stairs to our bedroom on the top level. Originally the master bedroom was on the third level, but that room didn't appeal to me as much as the room on the top level. There was less street noise, and I loved having it overlook the small garden. It had a lovely large en-suite, with both a large claw foot bath, and separate shower. There was a second bedroom on this level, which I used as my office, I surrendered the downstairs office to Felix. He said he liked the light in that room, I personally feel he just didn't want to walk up the eight flights of stairs more than once a day. I looked at it as my daily exercise.

I got to the top of the landing, and I noticed that the light was on in our bedroom. Felix must be getting ready for bed, and the more I thought about my weary bones, the nicer a hot shower sounded and cuddle time was even closer. I really was looking forward to catching up with Felix after the last three weeks apart.

Thinking of coming home, is what always got me though the book signings and tours, even if I was away for a couple of days. This was the best part of coming home knowing that Felix was there waiting for me. No matter how tired or emotional I felt after a tour, quality time, alone with Felix, always made every emotion disappear. Well except the intense feeling of need. Sex with Felix was always hard and fast, after my long trips away. I would say it was close to animalistic. We were always left panting and very satiated. Once we got our needs for each other satisfied, it was slow, loving and sensual the next time around, we would worship each other.

I was so caught up in thinking about the last time I was away, and the homecoming that I received that when I approached the door and heard a female voice on the other side, I was shocked.

Fuck, there is no way he would do this to me.

My heart rate picked up. My blood rushed through my veins, and my world got a little fuzzy. I could not believe the different thoughts running though my head. The amount of diverse feelings that were running though my body: shock, horror, disbelief, anger, hatred, and apprehension of walking into that room, it was all getting to me.

Felix would not do this to me. Maybe he is watching a movie or some porn. That could be possible, which could account for the noises coming from the room.

"Oh, Felix, you're so big," I heard the female voice moan out. "Fuck me harder baby, show your naughty slut what you're made of."

"That's right baby, tell daddy how big he is," I heard Felix growl. "You want it hard baby? Well daddy is going to show you just how powerful his rocket is!"

You have got to fucking kidding me?

That is no bloody porn movie. He is really in there with some other woman. Talking dirty and using words like… Rocket? Daddy? Powerful?

"Way to state the obvious, there Bella!" I muttered to myself.

There is no way this is happening in our house or in our fucking bed?

Yeah that is what he is doing…

Fucking some woman in our bed.

He is one dead greasy motherfucker!

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