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Here’s a story idea I’ve been playing with for awhile.  Hope you enjoy it!! And don’t forget to continue the hop all the way to the end to enter for some awesome prizes!!!

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Rose Carpenter prided herself on being a pretty normal woman.  Well, expect for the whole demon-servitude thing. How in the hell (ha ha, pun intended) she’d landed herself in this gig still boggled the mind.

And now she had six more months of her sentence to work through.  Some days, like today she didn’t know if she’d make it.

Yeah, this assignment seriously sucked.

The man she’d been assigned to monitor, hottie though he was, was boring.  Utterly, completely boring.

Right now he was in his basement, running on the treadmill, watching ESPN.  Stereotype, much?

And while seeing sweat roll down his so-fine chest was a bennie, her sentence had included deadening her libido, which really sucked.

She sighed and straightened out her invisible legs.

Martin McAllister would run his ever-loving heart out for the next forty-five minutes, and in that time, nothing incriminating or promisory would pass his lips.

Figured, she had to get the one “good” vice cop in the city as an assignment.  An angel to her devil.  It just wasn’t fair.  All she’d done was promise a tiny bit of her soul to help her get a promotion.  Unfortunately, Satan had heard and sent his regards. She’d had the job of her dreams for one whole day, then the “terms” of their agreement had come due.

One day of anchoring the news instead of being Barbie the Weather Girl.  One day where all hell had broken loose.  Where an earthquake had struck and almost swallowed the station whole.  She’d had a few minutes of gravy, and was now officially “missing”.

Yeah, her situation officially sucked.

Six more months of watching Mr. Perfect save the day and make the city safe, and then she’d be among the living again.

She didn’t usually feel this sorry for herself, but today was her thirtieth birthday and she had less than squat to show for those years.

Six more months, and her only hope for an early release was if Mr. Perfect fell from his lofty perch.

Considering the fact she now kinda liked him, okay, liked him a lot, that was highly unlikely.  She’d rather serve out the rest of her sentence than stick it to someone else, which meant she’d grown as a person, right?

Yeah, Martin was safe from her.

As if she’d spoken the words aloud, his gaze shifted to where she sat on the weight bench.

His eyes widened for one shocked moment before he blurted “Who the fuck are you?” and catapulted off the end of the treadmill.