We have a winna!

And her Ouija Board will be on it’s way very soon. Lucky her, I almost kept that thing because it is SO COOL.

Anyway, congrats to Sharon! And if you’re not Sharon, there’s still time to enter my June newsletter contest.

OR you can join the Wicked Whispers chat on Friday at The Romance Bistro. There will be prizes there, too. I got prizes out the yin yang, and let me tell you–that is not pretty, LOL.

I’m knee deep in The Bell Curve and loving it! I think I like it even better than the first. Again I wonder if other folks find the same things funny that I do, though. Because this stuff has me laughing out loud, but who knows? I thought I’d post a snippet of what I have so far (it is raw, so be kind). Jen has been taken prisoner by a mysterious creature! Oh noes! Bad words but nothing dirty behind the veil.

She couldn’t see the face of who, or what, was speaking to her, but she could see the chitinous legs as they clacked on the white tile floor. There were way, way too many of them. The first frisson of fear scrambled up her back, closely followed by white hot anger. Someone was fucking with her. Not cool. This was her universe, damn it. No one was allowed to fuck with her. She leaned forward to get a better look. Beyond the rack of florescents she could see the creature dimly. It was an alarming collection of insectile limbs and large snapping mandibles. Pretty much your standard evil alien. Kind of disappointing, really.
“I said, tell me why you brought me here. I have better things to do than sit here chatting with you.”
“Tell me how you do it. I must know!” The voice wasn’t exactly coming from the creature pacing back and forth in front of her. It sounded computer generated, tinny and hesitant.
“How I do what?”
Suddenly, it stopped and reared up on four legs, a menacing display. It curled one foreleg into a reasonable imitation of a fist and the tinny computer voice seemed to snarl. “How do you control this universe? I’d very much like that power for myself. Which is why I hijacked the resistance’s pitifully disguised worm hole and kidnapped you.”
Okay, that was English but Jen still didn’t understand it. “Kidnapped me? You brought me here, I agreed to come.”
The alien sidled closer, the click clack of its legs turning Jen’s stomach. “You agreed to help the resistance with their pathetic attempts to unseat my mother as Queen of the galaxy. I merely got to you before they did. Now, talk, or suffer my wrath.”
It pressed a button on a console and the seat Jen was in suddenly became electric. She jumped up with a yelp, rubbing her rear. “What the hell is going on? I was told that someone was holding Jason and they could tell me where he is.”
“Jason? Jason who?”
“Jason Bell, the bounty hunter.”
The Princess–Jen assumed the spider was one of the Queen’s many daughters–paused in mid-menace. “Bell? I have no idea where Bell is.” The robotic voice sounded wistful. As if she missed the wayward cad.
Jen decided she’d had enough. Making a split second decision, she bowed her head and ran headlong at the alien, only to find herself slammed backward by some kind of invisible force field. She flew about a foot before landing hard on her recently-shocked ass. The chittering laugh grew louder, making her ears ring and her fists clench.
She picked herself up off the floor and walked to the edge of the barrier. When she brushed her hand against it, blue sparks flew out. There was no real reason for sparks to fly from an invisible force field except the effect; more proof she was inside a story, not the real world.
“Don’t even bother trying to escape. I’ve got the force field generator set to eleven. No one can get through that. Now tell me, or I’ll activate the electrodes in the floor.” The Princess waved a stray leg at the console.

Will Jason rescue Jen? Will there be naughty alien lovin? Will anyone get the “set to eleven” joke? Find out when and if The Bell Curve gets a contract!
*snicker*