This story is written by amateur Twilight fanfiction writer, 'Louise Clark,' who fantasizes way too much about hunky Kellan Lutz. The Twilight Saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This fanfic belongs to 'Louise Clark' so please do not plagiarize, translate or duplicate Clark's original work without her consent. Beta credits go to 'Ms CVG' for the first chapter, which was originally a one-shot story, as well as various betas at Project Team Beta, who are properly credited each chapter.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the original author, Stephenie Meyer. The amateur author, Louise Clark, is in no way associated with the original author, or for that matter, any owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. (Such as Summit Entertainment or NECA or Little, Brown, and Company to name a few.)
No copyright infringement is intended.
This story is loosely based on the antics of a morning radio show on a hard rock station in Kansas City. The actual studio is not located where the fictional one is. I even made sure there is not a radio station in the U.S. with the call letters I use in my story. I am not affiliated with or related to anyone employed by Entercom Communications Corporation or the radio station I pay homage to. ;)
Since I DO own this story, please do not copy, translate, plagiarize, duplicate, or misuse my work in any way.
Thank you.
This fic is rated NC-17, so please don't read if you are under the age of 18. Various theme warnings will be posted, such as femmeslash, drug use, alcohol abuse, BDSM, etc.).
Louise Clark's other works can be found on her blog, http://louiseclarkfanfiction.blogspot.com/ Age 18+ only.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the original author, Stephenie Meyer. The amateur author, Louise Clark, is in no way associated with the original author, or for that matter, any owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. (Such as Summit Entertainment or NECA or Little, Brown, and Company to name a few.)
No copyright infringement is intended.
This story is loosely based on the antics of a morning radio show on a hard rock station in Kansas City. The actual studio is not located where the fictional one is. I even made sure there is not a radio station in the U.S. with the call letters I use in my story. I am not affiliated with or related to anyone employed by Entercom Communications Corporation or the radio station I pay homage to. ;)
Since I DO own this story, please do not copy, translate, plagiarize, duplicate, or misuse my work in any way.
Thank you.
This fic is rated NC-17, so please don't read if you are under the age of 18. Various theme warnings will be posted, such as femmeslash, drug use, alcohol abuse, BDSM, etc.).
Louise Clark's other works can be found on her blog, http://louiseclarkfanfiction.blogspot.com/ Age 18+ only.