#FlashFiction Challenge: Rewrites

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Every Friday, Changeling Press posts a new flash fiction challenge. Check out http://changelingpress.wordpress.com/

Here’s my contribution to the July 11 #FlashFiction Challenge: Rewrites
posted in Flash Fiction Challenge by Zenobia Renquist and Theme by Shelby Morgen.

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#FlashFiction Challenge: Rewrites
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Your characters are tired of you ordering them to have sex with everyone else — they’ve decided your sex life needs work, and they’re writing you into their scene.

“I’ve done everything and everyone you asked me to, infernal human,” a velvety voice whispered in my ear. “Now it’s my turn to order you about.”

Xanthe leaned against my chair, her ruby skin shimmering.

“But….” I typed faster hoping to summon her back into the scene I was writing.

“You made me an insatiable nyphomanic lust demon.” Her tail whipped against my desk. “And you gave Balthazar a foot fetish.”

I shrugged. “That’s kind of my job.”

She scanned the condo. “Where’s the stud muffin?”

“Mr. Vega?”

“Yes, unless you have a pool boy or girl stashed around here.” Her gaze locked onto my toaster. “Do you have any smaller appliances?”

I didn’t like where this was headed. “Don’t you want your happy ever after?”

Her face transformed into an expression of wonder reserved for little girls holding kittens. “A HEA for me?”

“Yes, you deserve a great one.”

Answering “The Call”

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I am thrilled to announce that I just signed a three book contract with Changeling Press for the Devil May Care trilogy. The first story is Devil Inside.

You hear lots of stories about how authors receive “the call,” when a publisher calls or emails them to tell them they want to publish their book. My story goes like this.

My hubby and I were at a restaurant and had just finished chowing down a yummy breakfast. While we were waiting for the check, I pursued my Facebook, Twitter and then email.

When I started reading the email from Changeling, I got misty and kept muttering “OMG!” My hubby stared at me in horror.

After he asked “What?” a half dozen times, I handed him the phone.

I can’t remember what I ate, but it was the best ending to a breakfast ever.

Check out Changeling’s website: www.changelingpress.com.

I can’t wait to see the first book displayed there.