The Bell Curve
The Bell Curve
Blurb
Jen’s life has been a blast since she became the author of fictional Jason Bell’s stories. She’s gleefully tortured him both on paper and in person. But when the boundless bounty hunter goes missing, Jen begins to worry. A strange summons on her computer lands Jen in Jason’s universe, a place of danger and badly written science fiction. Oh no!
Spider Princesses, angry revolutionaries and a ship built for sex on the run–Jason Bell’s universe is not to be trifled with. Can Jen make it out in one piece? And who will suffer the consequences of an author’s presence in her own work?
Excerpt
Material copyright Amelia June. Feel free to share widely but don’t steal or say they’re your words. As Wil Wheaton says, “don’t be a dick.”
Jen waved a hand at him. “Yes, yes I know. Away from your precious ship and your precious work.” She dismissed his complaints and leaned against her car, waiting for Katya to finish with the reporters. “You’re just a big whiner. I’ve given you everything you ever wanted and you still need to complain? You’re lucky to be a character in my stories, no worries, but those I present you with. And now and then I light a candle and summon you here, for my own pleasure. How can you possibly complain?”
“Everything I’ve ever wanted!” He held up a hand, counting each point off on a finger. “Let’s see, you’ve kept me chained in a dungeon, at the erotic mercy of the Spider Queen and her ten daughters, stuck in a looping hologram featuring the naked dryads of Nymphonia and held captive on a ship of female space pirates. How exactly are these tortures everything I’ve ever wanted?!”
Jen frowned, but when she caught his expression she relaxed, because the twinkle in his eyes gave away his tease. “You jackass!” She slapped him none-too-lightly on one pectoral and he oomphed, but grinned his slow, sexy grin at her. “I thought you were really upset!”
“I am. About this ridiculous outfit. Where are you keeping my usual clothes? Not to mention the bony substitute they had playing me in that holo film. He looks nothing like me—I’m ten times more manly.”
Jen looked Jason over—he was the very definition of tall, dark and handsome. His wavy brown hair framed his boyish grin and sexy green eyes. His chest was broad and his arms were sheathed in muscle. The tux smoothed his bulging thighs and strong back, but managed to highlight his ass, which Jen still thought she could eat with a spoon. “At least five times manlier, anyway.”
“Oh really?” Jason suddenly lunged at her. He feinted left and went right, grabbing her by the waist and tossing her over his shoulder. Laughing hysterically, she pounded on his broad back with no real conviction. “Put me down, you brutish bounty hunter or I’ll write you back in the dungeon.”
“Say I’m ten times more manly! Say it!” He bounced up and down, jiggling parts of Jen she preferred not to jiggle in public. As if reading her mind, he patted her ass lightly. “Nice bounce you have there, sweet cheeks.”
“That’s it, you’re going back with the Spider Queen you devil! As soon as you put me down.” Jen squirmed and struggled to no avail—Jason had an iron grip on her midsection. Both were red faced and giggling.
“God you two, get a room,” Katya called from across the paved lot, her voice carried on a sudden shift in the breeze. She must have eaten the reporters for dinner because they were nowhere to be seen.
“Good idea!” Jason set Jen down, making for the car. A beeping in his pocket gave him pause.
