I am in edits on this Romantasy involving a bunny hybrid, Annette, and Sammy, a rock star who can't tour due to all the commotion about newly made hybrids and shifters. The changed are looked on as potentially dangerous mutants.
My mind keeps running back to the letter as I try to watch TV while eating my dinner salad. One thing that really bothers me is that the law firm knows my real name and probably my address. They know I’m a bunny hybrid from the title of my show, Bunny Cherry’s Romance Read. Turns out, it was a bad gamble to identify myself as a bunny hybrid. I thought it might bring in viewers, so I would make more money. I should have put safety first. My viewers are mostly male and not really interested in my romance story.
I spend the night overindulging in snacks until I finally crawl into bed.
The next morning, I search the internet for how to clean up my audio. I’m not great with tech, I was a grade school art teacher and only used computers for work or fun.
There’s no way I can afford audio software, plus my laptop is old. I’ll have to rerecord all those chapters.
With a sigh I fix my hair and makeup, put on a cute top, and start with my intro and chapter one.
Hours later, I quit since I was losing my voice. Reading aloud is not that simple. I stumble, have to edit and redo… My head is pounding. I make hot tea and wish I had honey.
Pearly, my little Chihuahua, starts to yap, and there is a knock on my door. My heart revs up because no one ever stops by. I have no friends.
“One moment,” I call as I peer through the peephole. Some guy with black hair dyed bright blue on the ends stands there, back to my door. He is not the landlord or the two guys who work for the apartment complex. He knocks again, and I cram my ears into a knit cap, since putting my wig on means wrestling with my long curly hair.
I open the door, safety chin still on, and just stand there, staring. This guy looks exactly like Sammy Chan from my favorite band, the Crimson Suns.
The band that is suing me.
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