<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358</id><updated>2011-11-18T07:11:07.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edge Of A Broken Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7481146089556595253</id><published>2010-09-09T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:32:41.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><summary type='text'>Due to a personal tragedy, this story will be on temporary hiatus.  I hope to get back to writing in the future.I thank you for reading and for your support.RegardsV</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7481146089556595253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7481146089556595253' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7481146089556595253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7481146089556595253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-6569398923463556782</id><published>2010-08-05T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:44:23.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 63</title><summary type='text'>The smell assaulted Alex the second she entered the room.  The small space was thick with the odour of illness, disinfectant over....what? If she was neutral to the situation, or if she was being honest with herself, she would have said death....she was neither.  That thing in the bed, that grey lifeless thing was her father. His chest rose and fell in time with the machine that pumped air, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6569398923463556782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=6569398923463556782' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6569398923463556782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6569398923463556782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/chapter-63.html' title='Chapter 63'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7915470296831410613</id><published>2010-06-16T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:04:19.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 62</title><summary type='text'> They were somewhere over New Zealand before Jon finally got his meal. Alex had jumped in the shower to freshen up, after several hours of passionate love making. She had joined the mile high club in style. The only way to go Jon had assured her. It had proved to be a very effective distraction from her worries, but now, with home so very close, the weight of those worries was rapidly crashing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7915470296831410613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7915470296831410613' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7915470296831410613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7915470296831410613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-62.html' title='Chapter 62'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-6473068529345703908</id><published>2010-05-12T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:06:13.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 61</title><summary type='text'>Sophia picked up the phone on the second ring. "Hello?""Hi mum. How...""Alex...Thank God you called. Where are you honey? How soon will you be here?" Her mother’s words were hurried, almost frantic."We're in Hawaii refuelling. We should be there in about ten hours or so. How’s Daddy?" Alex asked."He isn't great honey. We lost him through the night but they managed to revive him."Alex gasped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6473068529345703908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=6473068529345703908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6473068529345703908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6473068529345703908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-61.html' title='Chapter 61'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-793393907114915278</id><published>2010-04-29T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:29:43.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 60</title><summary type='text'>Jon's statement had Alex stopping dead in her tracks.  She spun on him so rapidly that he almost barged right into her. "Coming with me? Jon, have you gone completely insane?" "Ali," he said with exaggerated patience, as he tried to bustle her towards the plane, "We don't have time to argue this here.  We can talk about it in the air."  "The hell we don't.  There is no way in hell I am going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/793393907114915278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=793393907114915278' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/793393907114915278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/793393907114915278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/chapter-60.html' title='Chapter 60'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7218283654979092708</id><published>2010-03-16T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:35:35.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 59</title><summary type='text'>Alex rushed through the back door of her New Jersey home and scooped the phone off the counter just as the answering machine picked up.  "Hello...hello, I'm here...hang on."  She ran over to the machine and hit the stop button.  When the sound of her own message had finally ceased she spoke into the receiver again. "Hello?""Hey baby."  His voice was low and sexy...hell it was always sexy.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7218283654979092708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7218283654979092708' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7218283654979092708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7218283654979092708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-59.html' title='Chapter 59'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-2885814318208247216</id><published>2010-03-08T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:52:44.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 58</title><summary type='text'>It was a chilly day in February when Jon rushed from the cab directly into the foyer of a large tower of concrete, steel and glass in Manhattan.  Outside a constant drizzle of sleet drifted down from gloomy grey skies.  He gave his head a quick shake to rid his hair of the icy slush, and adjusted the deli bag in his arms.  If Alex wouldn't come to him he would go to her, God damn it.  He had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2885814318208247216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=2885814318208247216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/2885814318208247216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/2885814318208247216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-58.html' title='Chapter 58'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-6247896576160098282</id><published>2010-01-18T03:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:54:38.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 57</title><summary type='text'>Alex and Rick sat in the Salon César Ritz, enjoying the breakfast buffet that had been catered exclusively for the guests of the wedding.  Both of their plates were piled high with sausage, eggs, bacon and toast.  They were refuelling for their last night together in Paris.  Tomorrow they would each catch a plane, Rick back to the Middle East and Alex back to New York.  The couple sat side by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6247896576160098282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=6247896576160098282' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6247896576160098282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6247896576160098282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-57.html' title='Chapter 57'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-6905277464566004097</id><published>2009-12-02T03:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:37:30.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 56</title><summary type='text'>At two a.m. Jon sat alone in the bar of Ritz.  An empty glass and a bottle of Jack sat before him, but he couldn't bring himself to pour it.  He couldn't believe what he had done to Alex earlier.  It was the height of cruelty and he knew it.  Everything that had happened since had been totally deserved.  But that didn't mean he had to like it.He couldn't believe it when, shortly after Rick and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6905277464566004097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=6905277464566004097' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6905277464566004097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6905277464566004097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-56.html' title='Chapter 56'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-8044007754903403898</id><published>2009-11-11T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:53:30.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 55</title><summary type='text'>Before she knew what was happening, Jon had gathered her in his arms and was kissing her with a hungry intensity that shocked her momentarily into submission.  She felt him guide her back into her room, and heard the door slam as he kicked it closed behind them.  In four short paces he had her on the bed beneath him, her black fitted suit jacket was open and he was pulling at the silver silk cami</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8044007754903403898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=8044007754903403898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8044007754903403898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8044007754903403898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-55.html' title='Chapter 55'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-5690755116594686074</id><published>2009-10-27T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:30:29.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 54</title><summary type='text'>Alex was in the process of setting up her cameras for the formal shots that would be released to the press when she felt the presence behind her. "What's he doing here?" Jon growled in her ear, the tenor of his voice leaving no mistake as to which 'he' he was referring.  With barely a glance over her shoulder she responded. "He was invited.  If you have a problem with that, I suggest you take it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5690755116594686074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=5690755116594686074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5690755116594686074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5690755116594686074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-54.html' title='Chapter 54'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-5403498006085441627</id><published>2009-10-13T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:41:46.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 53</title><summary type='text'> "When am I going to see you again?" Jon whined into the phone."You tell me," Alex replied coldly.  It had been almost a month since she had seen him last.  She had spent the better part of the last few months pandering to his schedule and it was most certainly taking a toll on her."Awe baby..." he soothed, "don't be like that.""Don't be like what Jon?""You know I've been busy...what with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5403498006085441627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=5403498006085441627' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5403498006085441627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5403498006085441627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-53.html' title='Chapter 53'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-8595251973872970795</id><published>2009-09-15T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:41:02.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 52</title><summary type='text'>Alex woke slowly and stretched luxuriously.  She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so content.  She knew it was wrong…but she couldn't help it.  She was with the man she loved.  He loved her and that was all that mattered…the rest was just details.  Sure they were details like a husband and wife, and children, and careers…but they were just details none the less.  In her present state </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8595251973872970795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=8595251973872970795' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8595251973872970795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8595251973872970795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-52.html' title='Chapter 52'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-5505458998582265751</id><published>2009-08-13T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:15:48.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll!!</title><summary type='text'>Please take some time to visit Dreams to Words and register your opinion in the new Sex Poll!Thanks V</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5505458998582265751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=5505458998582265751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5505458998582265751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5505458998582265751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/poll.html' title='Poll!!'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-8748611843019504782</id><published>2009-07-20T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:35:22.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 51</title><summary type='text'>Jon continued to kiss Alex until they were both breathless with desire. While one hand remained entwined in hers, his other roamed her silky skin, working its way beneath the flimsy pajama top to a soft warm mound of flesh.  Her erect nipple dug into the palm of his hand as he kneaded one of the more obvious traits of her womanhood, causing her to gasp.She reveled in the touch of his hand.  She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8748611843019504782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=8748611843019504782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8748611843019504782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8748611843019504782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-51.html' title='Chapter 51'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-2087448215387345572</id><published>2009-06-24T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:21:06.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 50</title><summary type='text'>Jon woke the next morning dazed and confused.  He knew something wasn't right with the situation he was in the moment consciousness dawned.  He could feel a warm body pressed up against his back, her warm body.  That much he knew.  He also recognized the fact that she shouldn't be there.  His memory of the evening before was hazy at best.  It had been so long since he had slept, he was amazed he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2087448215387345572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=2087448215387345572' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/2087448215387345572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/2087448215387345572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-50.html' title='Chapter 50'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7139189951358454042</id><published>2009-05-25T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:02:13.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 49</title><summary type='text'>"I can't believe you did this Dorothea.  We discussed it. We agreed we weren't ready." Jon's tone was now resigned.  He'd passed anger hours ago."I didn't do this alone you know. It takes two to make a baby Jon." She said hurt.  "Besides it's not like I planned it.  I told you to use something.  You were in such a God damn rush that night. I didn't know what had come over you."Jon remembered back</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7139189951358454042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7139189951358454042' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7139189951358454042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7139189951358454042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-49.html' title='Chapter 49'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-464570830834361618</id><published>2009-05-01T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:47:27.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 48</title><summary type='text'>Alex sat alone in a darkened corner of the Barclay Bar &amp; Grill, in the Intercontinental Hotel in New York City.  She had seen the doctor earlier that day and the visit had done nothing to ease her mind.  She was required for further tests the following morning, so instead of commuting home she had decided to book a suite in the hotel for the night. She had spent the afternoon on some retail </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/464570830834361618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=464570830834361618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/464570830834361618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/464570830834361618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-48.html' title='Chapter 48'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-1582757107735849446</id><published>2009-04-16T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:35:15.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 47</title><summary type='text'>Alex padded down the stairs into the living room.  The house was deathly quiet with Rick gone.  She had not expected to miss him quite this much.  Of course she knew she would miss him...but this...this she could never have expected.  When she had stepped off the plane less than a month ago, she would never have believed that fate would deliver her here. She reflected on the events of the last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1582757107735849446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=1582757107735849446' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/1582757107735849446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/1582757107735849446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-47.html' title='Chapter 47'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7295799873013395292</id><published>2009-03-30T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:11:48.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 46</title><summary type='text'> "Jon," Alex's voice was a soft sigh in his ear.  Her body was entwined around his after a night of exhausting love making, her softness pressed up against his back, her legs would around his.  "Jon...it's time to get up.""Mmm...." he moaned, "not yet baby.  ...too early.  Let's stay in bed today Ali, ok?" He mumbled in his sleep induced disoriented state.So much for waking him gently "C'mon Rock</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7295799873013395292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7295799873013395292' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7295799873013395292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7295799873013395292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-46.html' title='Chapter 46'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-6590655402131324227</id><published>2009-03-23T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:13:54.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 45</title><summary type='text'>Alex went through the motions of the reception mechanically.  She sat beside her new husband as they were toasted.  She kissed him as glasses tingled.  She cut the cake and laughed as he smeared a piece of it into her mouth.  She danced the waltz with him and then her father, with tears in her eyes.  It had been a very long day but she finally had a few minutes to herself.A sharp rap on the door </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6590655402131324227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=6590655402131324227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6590655402131324227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6590655402131324227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-45.html' title='Chapter 45'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7488147211056027075</id><published>2009-03-10T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:18:51.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 44</title><summary type='text'>As soon as he was clear of the door he ran. He ran out of the church grounds and up the street. Startled pedestrians stared after him as pushed past them in his haste. Finally he made it to the anonymous safety of his car. He slid in behind the wheel and with a shaking hand extracted his last cigarette from the pack of Marlboro Lights - it was a recently acquired habit. He placed it between his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7488147211056027075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7488147211056027075' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7488147211056027075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7488147211056027075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-44.html' title='Chapter 44'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7523141318156954729</id><published>2009-03-03T18:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:33:21.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 43</title><summary type='text'> It wouldn't be long now until her father would come and fetch her to walk her down the aisle. There had been people fussing around her all day until finally, exasperated by the attention, she'd asked for half an hour of privacy to gather her thoughts. Now here she sat alone, as requested, and was rapidly realising that asking to be alone had been a huge mistake, because the second she was alone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7523141318156954729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7523141318156954729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7523141318156954729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7523141318156954729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-43.html' title='Chapter 43'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-216137277603475583</id><published>2009-02-20T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:05:10.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from Venus</title><summary type='text'>Hi Everyone,Due to some unforeseen circumstances in my personal life I’m afraid my blogs won’t updated with the regularity they have been up until this point.  Please be assured that Frankie and Alex haven’t been forgotten, I will continue to plot and plan for both of them and I hope to see some regularity return in the next few months.  In the mean time, anything you can send me for inspiration </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/216137277603475583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=216137277603475583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/216137277603475583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/216137277603475583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/message-from-venus.html' title='Message from Venus'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-5216598286313523920</id><published>2009-02-15T01:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:21:42.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 42</title><summary type='text'>Alex moaned involuntarily and surrendered to his kiss, her arms wrapped around his neck, her warm soft body rubbed against his. He bent down and grabbed the back of her thighs spreading them wide and hoisting her up so that her robe fell open and her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles locked holding her tight. He spun around and slammed her up against the door they had been standing before</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5216598286313523920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=5216598286313523920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5216598286313523920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5216598286313523920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-42.html' title='Chapter 42'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-3952814341277316434</id><published>2009-02-09T04:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:17:30.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 41</title><summary type='text'>Alex emerged from the steaming hot bath, her skin now flushed pink from the almost scalding water. Her hair was swept up into a loose knot at the top of her head but loose damp tendrils escaped at the nape of her neck and along her hairline framing her face. Her cheeks like her body held a rosy glow. She picked up the plush white robe from the hook and wrapped it around her body before moving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3952814341277316434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=3952814341277316434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3952814341277316434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3952814341277316434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-41.html' title='Chapter 41'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-2228149594013383126</id><published>2009-02-01T04:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:05:57.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 40</title><summary type='text'>Alex moved over to a single armchair detached from all others in the room and sat on the edge stiffly. Jon picked up a low leather ottoman from the other side of the room and placed it before her. He sat down, their knees touching and grasped her left hand in both of his."I'm going to tell you some things that I've never told you or anyone else. And some of these things are really hard for me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2228149594013383126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=2228149594013383126' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/2228149594013383126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/2228149594013383126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-40.html' title='Chapter 40'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7888893845582414364</id><published>2009-01-24T05:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:22:30.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 39</title><summary type='text'>It was New Year's Eve and once again there was a party at the Springsteen house. The home had been lavishly decorated in black and silver. Thousands of balloons floated along the ceiling, their long ribbon tails dangling low into the crowd. The lighting was dim, and large banks of speakers occupied each corner thumping out a continuous stream of modern music and older hits, and a stage complete </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7888893845582414364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7888893845582414364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7888893845582414364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7888893845582414364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-39_24.html' title='Chapter 39'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-4940193492079600418</id><published>2009-01-15T03:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T03:55:51.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 38</title><summary type='text'>Alex woke early the next morning despite the late night, to find Rick almost comatose beside her. He had indeed lived up to his promise of a good night, making love to her tenderly for hours before falling asleep just before dawn, exhausted. Alex's confrontation with Jon had invaded her dreams and affected her sleep, so it wasn't long after falling asleep that she was awake again. But Rick was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4940193492079600418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=4940193492079600418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/4940193492079600418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/4940193492079600418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-38.html' title='Chapter 38'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-8988828929027545593</id><published>2009-01-09T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:37:51.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 37</title><summary type='text'>She had known there was a possibility of it happening – running into him here - but it hadn't made it any easier. It had however given Alex the one up on Jon, she had not been nearly as affected as he had been. She watched him walk away in the same direction as his wife then split off and head for the yard. She took a deep breath and sat down to continue reading the story to the children, who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8988828929027545593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=8988828929027545593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8988828929027545593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8988828929027545593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-37.html' title='Chapter 37'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-6530633640373102063</id><published>2009-01-03T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T05:49:56.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 36</title><summary type='text'>Alex immediately fell in love with Bruce's Family. Patti, who was heavily pregnant, welcomed her with open arms, and the small gifts Alex had thought to buy for the children won them over immediately. She quickly fell in with the family's routine and was as comfortable as if she'd always lived there. Patti was immensely grateful for the help Alex gave. Her baby was due shortly after New Year and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6530633640373102063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=6530633640373102063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6530633640373102063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6530633640373102063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-36.html' title='Chapter 36'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-3678046008488456856</id><published>2008-12-25T05:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:31:37.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 35</title><summary type='text'>Once again Jon returned to his life, and the rigours of touring began. In May the band took a week long break from the tour as Jon and his wife welcomed a beautiful baby daughter, Stephanie Rose Bongiovi. It was a life changing event for him, as is the birth of any child for a parent and he found himself wanting to be at home for the first time since meeting Alex. But the tour called and just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3678046008488456856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=3678046008488456856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3678046008488456856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3678046008488456856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-35.html' title='Chapter 35'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-5055270032577307216</id><published>2008-12-25T05:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T05:56:59.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 34</title><summary type='text'> In October of 1992 Alex was working studiously at her desk at her apartment when Rick arrived bringing the mail in with him. He dropped the pile on the corner of the desk and came around to give her a lingering kiss hello."Hey there gorgeous, good day?" He questioned as he pulled away and retrieved the mail, starting to sift through it. He was slowly insinuating himself into her life. Spending </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5055270032577307216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=5055270032577307216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5055270032577307216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5055270032577307216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-34.html' title='Chapter 34'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-2591393913462650061</id><published>2008-12-25T05:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T05:53:01.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 33</title><summary type='text'>Jon returned to the tour and his life but she was never far from his mind. At first he did his best to forget her as she had asked, but her absence from his mind would last no more than a few hours. Even in sleep she haunted his dreams, her soft skin, those luscious pink lips, her infectious laugh. Her long legs wrapped around him, her breasts pressed into his flesh. More often than not he woke </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2591393913462650061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=2591393913462650061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/2591393913462650061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/2591393913462650061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-33.html' title='Chapter 33'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-8628115650634812619</id><published>2008-12-08T04:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:18:29.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 32</title><summary type='text'>Jon joined the rest of the band on the smaller jet to Brisbane the next morning but when their plane took off for the Europe a few hours later, it was short one passenger. He wasn't leaving her behind again. Instead he had made arrangements for the private charter continue on to Sydney and on to Europe later that night. By midday he was knocking on her door.Noise could be heard coming from inside</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8628115650634812619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=8628115650634812619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8628115650634812619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8628115650634812619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-32.html' title='Chapter 32'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-1290405062400253008</id><published>2008-12-08T03:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:01:37.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 31</title><summary type='text'>It was with a heavy heart that on Monday evening while Jon was busy with his band mates that Alex packed her bags and left the resort without so much as a goodbye. She and Jon had spent the entire evening before and the whole day in bed, ordering room service for sustenance and venturing no further than the bathroom.They had made love slowly, sensually, revelling in each other. Delicate touches, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1290405062400253008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=1290405062400253008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/1290405062400253008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/1290405062400253008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-31.html' title='Chapter 31'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7658851603101117479</id><published>2008-12-08T03:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:16:38.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 30</title><summary type='text'>The rest of the week passed in a blur for Alex and Jon. They spent every moment together, not wanting to waste any of the precious little time they had left. The only time they emerged from the cocoon of their newfound passion was for meals, these they spent with the band and crew, laughing and joking, and accepting the good natured ribbing they knew was their due, given their inability to keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7658851603101117479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7658851603101117479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7658851603101117479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7658851603101117479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-30.html' title='Chapter 30'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-866966186902130099</id><published>2008-11-26T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:55:37.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 29</title><summary type='text'>Jon and Alex could not get enough of each other. Jon could not believe his own reaction to her, his body's reaction to her was one he had never experienced before. He knew emotionally he could never get close enough to the exquisite creature lying beside him, but his physical need was just as urgent. His recovery time was unheard of; it seemed that he barely had enough time to catch his breath </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/866966186902130099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=866966186902130099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/866966186902130099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/866966186902130099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-29.html' title='Chapter 29'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-918872377087050772</id><published>2008-11-15T06:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T02:05:14.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 28</title><summary type='text'>She had waited two long years for this moment, and as she laid there and admired his naked form Alex couldn't quite believe that her dream was finally coming true."Oh my God you're gorgeous" She said softly looking at him in awe. "I can't believe I am really here with you""Baby it's you that's gorgeous. I'm just an average guy, lying here waiting for you to love me."He was still lying on his side</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/918872377087050772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=918872377087050772' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/918872377087050772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/918872377087050772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-28.html' title='Chapter 28'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-6592891952660177314</id><published>2008-11-15T06:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:17:44.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 27</title><summary type='text'>Alex could not believe her eyes. How was it even possible for someone to organise this. She took a mental picture of the scene before her, knowing full well that it was something she would never forget. Bamboo fire torches lined a red carpet on the sand, a path that led up the beach to a small clearing beyond. An amber glow flickered in the clearing, also dimly lit by bamboo torches. A large </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6592891952660177314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=6592891952660177314' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6592891952660177314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6592891952660177314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-27.html' title='Chapter 27'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-6804972420035166590</id><published>2008-11-15T06:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:53:32.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 26</title><summary type='text'>On arrival back at the Villa Jon suggested that Alex might want to go check her room."Why? What have you done?" she asked excitedly."You'll have to go see for yourself" he said on a grin.Alex took the stairs two at a time and burst through the door to her room, Jon, following behind her, laughed at her enthusiasm and thought she looked like a kid on Christmas morning. On the far wall of Alex's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6804972420035166590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=6804972420035166590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6804972420035166590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6804972420035166590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-26.html' title='Chapter 26'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-3497702647423986018</id><published>2008-11-14T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:45:17.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from Venus</title><summary type='text'>Now I know you are all rather anxious for Jon and Alex to get on with things......well as the saying goes all good things take their time.But in the meantime, as a special treat, I have posted a preview of my latest work. Frankie has managed to work her way into my heart...and I hope she manages to do the same to you....So go meet her at Love's Legacy: Frankie &amp; Jonny I really think you'll like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3497702647423986018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=3497702647423986018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3497702647423986018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3497702647423986018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/message-from-venus.html' title='Message from Venus'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7971492772594915325</id><published>2008-11-13T23:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:00:15.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 25</title><summary type='text'>Alex was almost out the door when Jon appeared behind her and grabbed her around the waist drawing her in for a breathtaking kiss. This was no chaste good morning, he started slowly, softly, prying her lips open so that he could explore her fully before he released her. "And where do you think you're going?" He breathed into her ear."I was just going to get a head start on the set up" Alex said. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7971492772594915325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7971492772594915325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7971492772594915325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7971492772594915325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-25.html' title='Chapter 25'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7560650018782771331</id><published>2008-11-13T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:14:32.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 24</title><summary type='text'>Alex awoke the next morning when the suns warm rays kissed her eyelids. The warmth and weight behind her told her that Jon had stayed the night; the slow even breathing told her he was still asleep. She turned to the clock to find the digital red display reading 6:48 and groaned; they hadn't made it to bed until after 3:00. She carefully rose from the bed and paused to examine the fine specimen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7560650018782771331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7560650018782771331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7560650018782771331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7560650018782771331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-24.html' title='Chapter 24'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-4391299304993748730</id><published>2008-11-12T02:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:04:17.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 23</title><summary type='text'>Jon pulled back and away from Alex. She moved to him and he stepped away again. "I can't do this Alex, not here, not like this. I'm sorry." He said and left the tent. Alex slumped into the nearest chair bewildered, left wondering what she had done wrong. Finally she had been willing to give herself to him and he walked away. She had no idea how his mind worked...only minutes before he was asking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4391299304993748730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=4391299304993748730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/4391299304993748730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/4391299304993748730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-23.html' title='Chapter 23'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-1467694167929774130</id><published>2008-11-09T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:07:11.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 22</title><summary type='text'>The evening went well with everyone enjoying good food and better company. Most of the girls there were not as Alex had expected from first impressions. True, the majority were hookers or strippers but a few were just normal suburban girls like herself, who held down office jobs or similar, some of which had families or boyfriends. Most of the girls were friendly and happy to get along except for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1467694167929774130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=1467694167929774130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/1467694167929774130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/1467694167929774130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-22.html' title='Chapter 22'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7100901036747385688</id><published>2008-11-04T04:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:09:16.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 21</title><summary type='text'>Jon ran to catch up to Alex and took the bag hanging from her shoulder, slinging it over his own as he fell into step with her."What are you doing Jon?""Coming with you" A devious grin crossed Jon's face as he wiggled his eyebrows."I said we were done Jon and I meant it""Yeah I know, we can finish the photo's in the morning. So... is it your room or mine?" Jon asked misunderstanding Alex's intent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7100901036747385688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7100901036747385688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7100901036747385688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7100901036747385688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-21.html' title='Chapter 21'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-8778985777861803078</id><published>2008-10-28T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:10:20.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 20</title><summary type='text'>When he became a little uncomfortable, Jon changed position and manoeuvred himself so that he was still in close contact with Alex. He lay down on his side propped up by his left arm, leaving his right arm free to stroke and caress her. He pulled her back into him, not wanting to lose physical contact. She sat leaning back, facing him slightly, using his lower torso for support, her legs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8778985777861803078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=8778985777861803078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8778985777861803078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8778985777861803078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-20.html' title='Chapter 20'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-4059554220985237141</id><published>2008-10-28T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:15:18.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 19</title><summary type='text'>Jon was pleased that Alex had accepted his invitation for it was an indication that she was ready to move forward, now he just had to convince her that she wished to move forward with him. He reached for the picnic basket that Tico had delivered earlier and removed the red and white chequered cloth from the top and spread it between them. He then went about removing the food and placing it on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4059554220985237141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=4059554220985237141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/4059554220985237141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/4059554220985237141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-19.html' title='Chapter 19'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-1368281959173207680</id><published>2008-10-28T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:12:20.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from Venus</title><summary type='text'>I just wanted to take this time to thank you all for your support. I am glad you are all enjoying this trip down memory lane with Jon and Alex and look forward to sharing alot more with you ...they have a long way to go yet and I hope you all stick around to see where the future takes them, especially now things are starting to steam up. And just to show that I do read and appreciate your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1368281959173207680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=1368281959173207680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/1368281959173207680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/1368281959173207680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/message-from-venus.html' title='Message from Venus'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-4215450833048558422</id><published>2008-10-27T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:24:26.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 18</title><summary type='text'>Despite the discord Alex felt from within the band, the photo shoot went well. They were very professional and obviously very comfortable with publicity and photography sessions. She concentrated on the group photos first; having the band members arrange them selves differently every so often giving her a variety of layouts for the magazine.Alex started with the boys seated side by side on a low </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4215450833048558422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=4215450833048558422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/4215450833048558422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/4215450833048558422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-18.html' title='Chapter 18'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-5989234731389780411</id><published>2008-10-24T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:39:42.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 17</title><summary type='text'>Alex stopped in the doorway, taking in the sight of him, her emotions conflicted. It was obviously him that had bought her here and she was infuriated that he had manipulated her but, FUCK, was he spectacular. He sat on the edge of the daybed one leg curled under him, the other hanging loose over the edge, his foot barely scrapping the deck as it swung back and forth. He wore a loose black </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5989234731389780411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=5989234731389780411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5989234731389780411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5989234731389780411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-17.html' title='Chapter 17'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-7758621799971866236</id><published>2008-10-17T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:18:45.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 16</title><summary type='text'>Two weeks had passed since Alex had seen Jon. He had finally left the country for New Zealand just a few days before and she was glad for it. For, while he hadn't tried to see her again after that morning at her apartment, as long as he was in the country she had been tempted to pursue him. She often wondered what he made of the situation at her apartment that morning with Rick, her leaving so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7758621799971866236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=7758621799971866236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7758621799971866236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/7758621799971866236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-16.html' title='Chapter 16'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-6737747588185477203</id><published>2008-10-13T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:12:21.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 15</title><summary type='text'>Jon didn't attempt to see Alex again. He was afraid that if he saw her with that same guy again he could not be held responsible for his actions. An old showbiz saying was "Any publicity is good publicity", Jon was sure that assault didn't count, so he stayed away. He was in Melbourne now. A week had passed, each day being harder than one before to resist the temptation to see her. The evening </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6737747588185477203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=6737747588185477203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6737747588185477203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/6737747588185477203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-15.html' title='Chapter 15'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-734417475412732637</id><published>2008-10-08T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:34:19.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 14</title><summary type='text'>Moments after Lanie let herself into Alex's apartment the black BMW pulled up across the street. Sheltered from view inside the car Jon sat and watched waiting for Alex to come home when he would finally be able to get her alone.He saw the man's car pull up and the two of them get out. OK man, time for you to head home. The pair gathered up all the equipment and made their way inside. He waited </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/734417475412732637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=734417475412732637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/734417475412732637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/734417475412732637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-14.html' title='Chapter 14'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-8955703659177353561</id><published>2008-10-08T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:32:15.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 13</title><summary type='text'>The day passed for Rick and Alex in much the same fashion as the day before. On returning home both of them failed to notice the black BMW from earlier that day parked just up the block. They grabbed Alex's gear out of the trunk and Rick held out an arm for Alex to take, gallantly leading her into the apartment block. On entering, the pair found the table set for three and a very content Lanie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8955703659177353561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=8955703659177353561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8955703659177353561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8955703659177353561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-13.html' title='Chapter 13'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-3162160103630098011</id><published>2008-10-07T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T05:34:11.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 12</title><summary type='text'>After hanging up from Jon's call Alex got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She turned the small sound system in the bathroom on and stepped into the large glass encased shower recess. She washed herself quickly but then stood there hands braced on the wall for long minutes letting the steaming hot stream of water and the hard rock sounds of Aerosmith's latest offering "Pump" wash away the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3162160103630098011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=3162160103630098011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3162160103630098011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3162160103630098011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-12.html' title='Chapter 12'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-1701175749620611951</id><published>2008-09-29T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:40:27.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11</title><summary type='text'>Alex had been tossing and turning since finally making it to bed a few hours before. She was still troubled by nightmares and as a result was reluctant to fall asleep. Tonight's events had not helped matters. She couldn't believe she could be so callous towards the man she loved; of course she denied it to him, she hadn't meant to say it at all, luckily, she thought, I managed to recover quickly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1701175749620611951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=1701175749620611951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/1701175749620611951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/1701175749620611951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-11.html' title='Chapter 11'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-3912476155669206048</id><published>2008-09-23T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:38:13.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10</title><summary type='text'>“What do you mean you can’t do it? Not even a month ago you were begging me for this assignment” Alex’s boss was in shock. She had never turned down an assignment, no matter how difficult, and as assignments went this was a piece of cake, half of the staff would have killed for it. Besides she lived for Bon Jovi. Hell she'd attended a concert just days ago....surely it wasn't so bad that she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3912476155669206048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=3912476155669206048' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3912476155669206048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3912476155669206048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-do-you-mean-you-cant-do-it-not.html' title='Chapter 10'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-5964527673814989500</id><published>2008-09-23T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:52:19.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 9</title><summary type='text'>When Alex finally had control of her emotions she moved to the bathroom and showered in preparation for the workday ahead, she had to keep busy, it was that or fall apart, and that was something she just wasn’t willing to do. She managed to make it into work only twenty minutes late and used the old excuse of traffic, it was always feasible considering her office was in the city and delays were a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5964527673814989500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=5964527673814989500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5964527673814989500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5964527673814989500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-9.html' title='Chapter 9'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-5983950645139341159</id><published>2008-09-19T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:09:04.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 8</title><summary type='text'>While Dot stood staring adoringly up at her husband believing the song to be for her, Alex stood a seat away understanding the truth of the dedication, looking up into Jon’s eyes, so filled with pain, tears streaming down her face. She managed to stick it out until the end of the song, until she saw Jon so overcome with emotion that he had to leave the stage.Alex fled the arena floor as fast as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5983950645139341159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=5983950645139341159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5983950645139341159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/5983950645139341159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/while-dot-stood-staring-adoringly-up-at.html' title='Chapter 8'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e75/dreamstowords/Edge%20of%20a%20Broken%20Heart/th_3_card_large2-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-2600797912101641848</id><published>2008-09-14T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T05:33:40.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 7</title><summary type='text'>The next twenty-four hours flew by for both Alex and Jon in a haze of professional appointments and social commitments. For him it was interviews and sound check then a light dinner with the boys before the show. For her it was photographic assignments and then a girly afternoon at the spa with Lanie in preparation for the concert that evening.As with the last tour, the excitement that had been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2600797912101641848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=2600797912101641848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/2600797912101641848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/2600797912101641848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-7.html' title='Chapter 7'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-3436055125542160869</id><published>2008-09-11T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:56:08.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6</title><summary type='text'>It had been two years since Jon had seen an Australian sunrise. Two years since he had seen her.The band was flying into Sydney from Brisbane after performing there the evening before. If possible they liked to fly to their next destination straight after the show. It gave them an opportunity to come down from the adrenaline rush they got whilst performing and also meant, that in most cases, they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3436055125542160869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=3436055125542160869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3436055125542160869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3436055125542160869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-6.html' title='Chapter 6'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-1411185094839491908</id><published>2008-09-08T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:30:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5</title><summary type='text'>Alex woke lazily from a deep slumber, remembering the greatest dream. With her eyes still closed to the bright light of the morning she arched her back and raised her arms over her head in a long luxurious feline like stretch. She felt a pair of eyes on her and slowly opened her own to see Lanie sitting on the edge of the bed, her face resting in her hands, her elbows on her knees.“Mmmm...” Alex </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1411185094839491908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=1411185094839491908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/1411185094839491908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/1411185094839491908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-5.html' title='Chapter 5'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-756497381528270576</id><published>2008-09-04T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:39:17.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4</title><summary type='text'>The car jolted to a sudden halt bringing Alex out of her reverie.“Sorry Ma’am” the driver said over his shoulder “That dog just ran out from nowhere.”“Not a problem.” Alex looked across the landscape then turned and leaned forward slightly “How much further please?”“I would say at least another hour and half, perhaps two, depends on how much traffic we hit at the other end.” He replied then asked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/756497381528270576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=756497381528270576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/756497381528270576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/756497381528270576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-4.html' title='Chapter 4'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-8644347047649979459</id><published>2008-09-04T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:38:22.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><summary type='text'>Jon moved away from the window. He knew standing there would not make her arrive any sooner. He walked out into the main living area and over to the state of the art sound system. All of his CD’s were out in his car, so he flicked the tuner to his favourite radio station, and found his own words being played to him.Never say goodbye, never say goodbye You and me and my old friends Hoping it would</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8644347047649979459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=8644347047649979459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8644347047649979459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8644347047649979459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-8722809875274573443</id><published>2008-09-01T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:37:19.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><summary type='text'>Alex sat in the back seat of the town car, nervously clutching her purse and staring blindly out the window at the beautiful countryside that flashed by unnoticed. Her emotions were conflicted, she both longed to see this man and dreaded it. She had desired and loved him for almost twenty years, and at thirty-seven years of age that was more than half of her life. If she was honest with herself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8722809875274573443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=8722809875274573443' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8722809875274573443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/8722809875274573443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669922219547364358.post-3268606937270870595</id><published>2008-08-31T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:54:57.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><summary type='text'>He stood anxiously before the huge expanse of plate glass that served as a bedroom window, his attention fixed at the end of a long tree lined drive. This was the best vantage point in the “cabin” to view any arrivals, and he didn’t want to miss a second of this one. His life as a rock star afforded him many luxuries, but time was not one of them. What little he did have was spent with his family</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3268606937270870595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669922219547364358&amp;postID=3268606937270870595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3268606937270870595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669922219547364358/posts/default/3268606937270870595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edgeofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>VENUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601868035834027986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72WlVvWRTPQ/SOzF5xsFaII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s4vQiQLRpoQ/S220/Botticelli_The_Birth_of_Venus_Detail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
