Jigglyspot and the Zero Intellect: Character Introduction: Meet Sharon Mable

Jun 03, 2023 by PD Alleva

Jigglyspot and the Zero Intellect:
Character Introduction: Meet Sharon Mable





Sharon Mable has a problem-her thirtieth birthday is less than a month away. Sharon’s always had big dreams of stardom and fame, but with the big Three-O right around the corner she knows her chances to capture that dream and run away with it are quickly dwindling. She’d do anything to make sure she catches that dream. Anything at all. 


Now her boyfriend, Kevin, just landed a role in a major television drama, and he’s been invited to the Summer Solstice Celebration at the prestigious Cannibal Café. An event that boasts a guest list of A list actors, directors, and producers. An event that can catapult Sharon’s career to new heights, because its not what you know but who you know and Sharon is more than certain she can bowl them over with her wit, charm, and style. Problem is, Kevin’s been acting quite erratic over the last few weeks. He’s changed and Sharon’s having a tough time trying to keep up. But there’s more to Kevin than meets the eye, his change seems sadistic and evil and she just can’t get over that nagging instinct burning in her gut that something is wrong, something is seriously wrong with Kevin and she knows there’s so much more going on with him than what he’s letting on to.


When Kevin invites Sharon to the solstice celebration, Sharon is a bit skeptical over his intentions, considering he keeps eyeballing her like she’s his next meal. As if he could devour every inch of her flesh with tiny bites over soft lips and between sharp teeth. But she’s hoping she can turn the tide on the relationship, take over and become a Goddess of fame and fortune. But will she have the strength to turn the tide? Sharon’s always known she was destined for greatness but her resolve is about to be challenged and Sharon’s going to discover just how far she’s willing to go for that fame and fortune.


Discover Jigglyspot and his cast of clowns, killers, demons, and wretched fiends, in a novel like you’ve never experienced. Horror, mayhem, thrills, chills, fantasy, and spoils are waiting for your reading eyes with an escape into the underworld of mind control and human slavery. 


Get to know Sharon a bit more with the excerpt below and don’t forget, if you haven’t preordered Jigglyspot or added him to your KU subscription be sure to do so now. You won’t want to miss what Jiggly’s got up his sleeve.  Click here to preorder from Amazon or here for Barnes and Noble.


Thank you for reading, 



PD Alleva




Chapter Four: Jigglyspot Excerpt:







7:00 AM

Hollywood, CA

Sharon Mable



Sharon Mable had her dreams like everyone else. And like so many others, those dreams grew further out of reach the older she became. Not that Sharon was old, but in this town the new rage required youth and Sharon was about to see her thirtieth birthday, now just a month away. 

So, when the alarm on her phone started buzzing, and Sharon jumped out of bed, she felt confident about today’s casting call and her ability to speak the truth: she was still in her twenties. Still young enough to capture the hearts of millions, hopefully on the big screen playing a minor role that would land a weekly television show or another movie. Sharon did not like to lie; the truth was always the better choice since the truth always comes out, anyway. There was no reason to be caught in a lie, which to some was worse than lying, but not to Sharon. To Sharon, lying was the problem. She hated liars.

Sharon walked to the kitchen, yawning as she strolled across the living room in the two-bedroom apartment. Muffled music in the bathroom. Sharon’s roommate and best friend, Cassandra LaRue, had to be at work by nine and she already made coffee. Sharon was grateful as she poured herself a cup, stretching her eyelids to wake up those tired eyes. Get some air in the eyeballs. She took her cup and phone to the living room and sat cross-legged on the couch. A quick sip as she checked her phone. Text messages first, always first. A small smile as she read Kevin’s message:

I’ve got great news. I’ll tell you tonight. Let’s get some dinner. Around seven, OK?

Sharon met Kevin Johnson six months ago during a casting call for a potential pilot episode. Kevin was on his way up. He played a minor role in last year’s sleeper hit and was receiving more than a few accolades from the Hollywood community. He got the part on the pilot. Although the project was cancelled last month, Kevin’s agent had called the day after with surprising news; Kevin landed a supporting actor role in a teenage drama. His star was definitely on the rise. Filming was set to begin in early July in Atlanta and Kevin was tying up loose ends. Sharon wondered, more than a few times, if she was one of those loose ends. In this town, relationships take a back seat to career, at least until you made it. Then maybe some lucky person would take center stage, although that never lasted long, either. Sharon knew it was difficult to maintain a solid relationship in the Hollywood industry, although many couples enjoyed the limelight and the familial relationships, but those were the exception, not the norm. 

She texted him back: Seven is perfect.

Bathroom door opened, music cut off and Cassandra, looking pristine and ready for the day’s labor, strolled into the living room. Cassandra was an assistant for a talent agency. The receptionist, really. Cassandra was the person everyone and anyone who wanted entrance had to charm to gain admittance. Not that anyone could charm Cassandra. She saw straight through bullshit, loved her job, and wasn’t about to risk employment for some schmuck with a dream.

Sharon sent another message in a hurry: Where?

“What time is the audition?” asked Cassandra, fixing herself a cup of coffee. She looked good and Sharon wondered why Cassandra had settled for a receptionist position. She would definitely make it on the big screen with those blonde locks and crystal shimmering blue eyes. But Cassandra always told Sharon the real money was in talent agencies. The money was abundant and there were no paparazzi camping out in a tree outside your bedroom window. 

Sharon looked up from her phone. No response from Kevin. He must be sleeping. Sharon slipped her phone onto the glass coffee table. Arched her back, cup still in hand. 

“Ten,” she said. 

Cassandra sat on a plush chair opposite the couch. 

“Perfect, you’ll be out before five.”

Sharon remembered then, she had made plans with Cassandra for tonight, a girl’s night out. She bit her lip; a common nervous tick she knew Cassandra recognized immediately. Shoulders slumped, coffee mug nested between folded hands on her lap.

“You forgot, didn’t you?”

“No, not at all. Kevin’s got big news…” she said. “Great news about his career and he wants to celebrate.” 

Cassandra rolled her eyes. “So you’re not coming?”

“No, I’ll be there. Little late but I’ll be there.”

Cassandra eyed Sharon. “Don’t lie Sharon, you’re not good at it.”

“Fact,” Sharon shouted, an enormous smile graced her lips. Cassandra laughed. “But I’ll be there, I promise.”

Cassandra sat quietly, took a sip of coffee, staring out the window. 

Sharon took advantage of the silence. “Why don’t you like him?”

Cassandra met Sharon’s stare. “It’s not that I don’t like him. I…” her voice trailed off. “I just don’t trust him.”

But did she trust anyone with a shaft between their legs?