But I’m not a weenie or a welsher. I’m a semi-materialistic, Prada lovin’ Vampyre-Demon with a bad attitude and a serious lack of cheating skills. If I were a good cheater, I wouldn’t be in this heinous position. I lost and now I have to pay. However, the price might deplete the wavering amount of sanity I have left…
So I’m turning to you, Dear Diary, to pour out my inappropriate feelings and murderous inclinations toward a family member who shall remain nameless. Who in the Hell am I kidding? I’m gonna name that butthole over and over on these secret pages. It’s Satan or Lucifer or the Lord of Darkness or the Dark Angel—or, as I like to call him, Uncle F%#ker.
That’s why I have chosen you, Dear Diary. You don’t have a mouth as far as I know and if you do, I’ll remove it—violently. Please keep that in mind as I tell you all my secrets. I’ve dealt with talking books and walls and they’re a real pain in the ass. So if you turn out to be one of those, we’ll have a problem.
Sit back. Relax and get ready for a Hellish ride.
NOTE FROM AUTHOR
Dear Lover of Lucifer, Astrid and all things Hot Damned aka Fabulous Reader,
It’s me, Robyn Peterman—the insane creator of the Hot Damned Series—with a little message for you.
This is a HOT DAMNED EXTRA! It’s short. It’s snarky, fun and it’s short. If you haven’t read Fashionably Flawed, Book 9, you will not understand this and it has spoilers in it that will mess up your enjoyment of Fashionably Flawed.
If you haven’t read any of the Hot Damned Series, this will make no sense to you whatsoever. LOL
Sooooo, there you go. This is just a little ditty that I couldn’t get out of my head and thought the true fans of the Hot Damned Series would enjoy. Astrid and Satan are two of my favorite characters and I could write about them for ev-ah.
Enjoy Astrid’s dairy of her month with Satan while writing his autobiography/romance.
God knows I certainly did. LOL