Thanks for stopping by! The next stop is Ink Slinger's Whimsey at http://inkslingerswhimsey.blogspot.com.
So...who wants a FREE BOOK?
Post in the comments here at Disgruntled Bear by midnight (EST) on Wednesday, November 24th, for a chance to win a signed copy of Minder (shipped to a U.S. address).
Sixteen-year-old Maddie Dunn is special, but she needs to figure out how to use her new abilities before somebody else gets hurt. Ganzfield is a secret training facility full of people like her, but it's not exactly a nurturing place.
Every social interaction carries the threat of mind-control.
A stray thought can burn a building to the ground.
And people's nightmares don't always stay in their own heads.
But it's still better than New Jersey--especially once she meets the man of her dreams...
+1 chance if you mention "Blog Jog" in your comment
+1 chance if you're a follower
+1 more chance if you're a NEW follower
+1 chance for each link to this contest on your blog, Facebook, Twitter, etc.
I'll use Random.org for the selection and post the winner's screen name on Thanksgiving Day. If your user profile links back to contact info, I'll email you that way, too, so there's no need to put your email address in your post unless you want to receive offers of exciting financial opportunities from Benin.
And now, A Day In the Life of a Psychic Octopus...
7:38 a.m.: I wake to a scratchy touch from the cleaning brush of my alien overlords. Curses! This must mean they want the tank clean for another one of their rituals.
8:55 a.m.: Crowds of the strange creatures cluster on the air side of the glass. Their missing-limbed forms move stiffly as they point dark, shiny machines at me--recording devices for the ritual. I find the machines interesting; I'd love to open one of them up and see if I could fit inside.
Maybe I should consider that option in the escape plan, since removing the drain cover has proved more difficult than expected.
9:59 a.m.: The land-monsters lower the two bottles into my prison. The markings--they call them flags--mean nothing to me, but I feel the deep emotions of the surrounding voyeurs. Their eyes widen in anticipation...which one will I choose?
10:00 a.m.: Screw it! I can't go wrong with Germany.
