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Title:  The Facility

Series: Psychic Underground, Book One

Author: Sarah Elkins

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: March 5, 2018

Heat Level: 1 – No Sex

Pairing: No Romance

Length: 70000

Genre: Suspense Thriller Paranormal, LGBT, action, asexual, paranormal, science fiction, thriller

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Synopsis

Being psychic is just another aspect of life for Neila Roddenberry. So are dreams of a past life as Nikola Tesla. She’s sure that last part is the result of reading the wrong mind at the wrong time without realizing it. Neither are things she talks about much. Her friends know she’s psychic, but no one knows about the dreams. She’s twenty-three, asexual, and unemployed with ambitions to become a freelance artist and writer.

On the way home from visiting friends, Neila gets caught up in a terrorist attack, then wakes up in an underground psychic testing facility. Raised by a doomsday-prepper father, Neila is unusually prepared for the possibility of being whisked away to a secret lab somewhere. When she is faced with the choice of working for the scientists studying psychics at the facility, she takes the job as both an agent and a test subject.

But not everyone in the facility wants to be there.

Excerpt

Psychic Underground
Sarah Elkins© 2018
All Rights Reserved

Chapter 1: Oh, Well Shit
Traffic from the shift change at Fort Hood was clogging up the perpetually construction-riddled highway that ran through the town of Killeen, Texas near the base. Neila sat in her Camaro, inching along behind a short army convoy on the highway not far from the military base. To distract herself from worry she had said or done the wrong thing at lunch with friends she let her attention hover around the military vehicles ahead of her to play a bit of a game of trying to identify what they were. One armored personnel carrier, three Humvees, and a water truck. There was a small red car with a primer-colored hood in front of the convoy. She pushed her Third Eye higher to see over the traffic jam. A wrecker was in the process of moving a car that had stalled in the one open lane. She snapped her attention back to her car when she smelled the sweet humid odor the radiator gave off when it was beginning to overheat.

“Crap, crap, crap, crap.” Neila hurried to turn on the heater and roll down the windows. She didn’t bother to reach over for the passenger side nob; instead, she used her telekinesis because it was faster.

It was a warm day, and the heater would make the interior of the car almost unbearable inside of ten minutes. The needle on the engine’s temperature gauge began to fall back down to read in the middle. She really didn’t want to take her hoodie off but would have to once the car got hotter.

Three motorcycles sped by on the narrow shoulder while Neila stared at the temperature gauge on the car. “Please cool off. We’ll be moving again soon. Great, shit, I’m talking to my car. Maybe I should cut the engine off?”

There was a loud noise, like a car wreck ahead of the traffic jam but louder. Neila thrust her Third Eye up to see what happened. Smoke rose from the remnants of the car that had been between the army convoy and the stalled car. The motorcycles that had passed were facing against traffic, and the riders were armed with assault rifles. She pushed her Third Eye closer to get a better look, AR-15s with M203 grenade launchers attached.

Thanks, Dad, for teaching me about high-powered weapons. Neila was thrust back to herself when the Humvee ahead backed over the front of her car. Without thinking, she slipped out the driver’s side window next to the concrete barrier before the military vehicle flattened the cab of her car. The other trucks in the convoy were scrambling to move, but the six-foot-high barriers on either side made escape all but impossible.

Neila was glad she wasn’t a big person as she raced forward, running down the thin gap between the convoy on her right and barrier to her left. She heard the familiar sound of shots from assault rifles and the loud unfamiliar sound of the slugs impacting with the armored personnel carrier ahead of the Humvees.

A series of loud bangs echoed down the road as if someone was breaking wood against metal, beating the side of the APC with mechanized baseball bats. She stopped next to the APC as she let her Third Eye trail up so she could see the motorcyclist who was firing at the window of the APC. Then she extended her “sphere of influence” toward him and wrenched the gun from his grip.

“What the fuck?” the man in the black motorcycle helmet shouted as his weapon abandoned him to tumble toward the hillside past the concrete barrier.

The driver’s side door to the APC opened. “Get in!”

Neila climbed up the side step of the truck and slipped in the door, which the driver shut behind her just as one of the motorcyclists began firing where she had just been. The driver and his passenger were the only other people in the APC.

“Please tell me you have backup coming,” Neila said quickly.

“Traffic’s backed up. They’re going to send in a helo, but the closest place to land is a mile up the road.”

“Do you have any guns?” she asked.

“No, just moving the trucks on a civi highway, no arms authorized this mission,” the driver replied. “Suppressive fire would save our asses—shit.”

“Oh, well, shit,” Neila echoed.

Neila wasn’t his boss, wasn’t even a soldier, but knew from spending time with her family who weren’t exactly “normal” that life-or-death situations required confidence and force. Her default was to take charge. Her family always joked that she sounded like a “little drill sergeant.” It had annoyed her, but she needed that experience now to survive.

That little drill sergeant found she couldn’t see outside the APC with her Third Eye. She went up to the scarred front window to get a better look at the cyclist who was firing at the truck.

More bullets slammed into the side of the vehicle. The windshield cracked a little more, and she ducked reflexively.

“I’m gonna try something. Don’t freak out,” she shouted to the two men in the truck as she tried extending her sphere of influence toward the biker who was still shooting. It was more difficult than normal, but she was able to wrench the gun away from her hands and slide it under the burning car ahead of them.

“You did that? How the fuck did you do that?” the soldier in the passenger seat of the APC barked. “What the fuck are you?”

The driver was on the radio. “We need that helo. Two hostiles engaging. Non-com casualties. Requesting permission to engage hostiles.”

“There’s three,” Neila corrected. “I saw three of them. One red helmet, two black helmets. Two men, one woman. AR-15s with grenade launchers attached.”

“Correction. Three hostiles engaging convoy,” the driver continued into the radio.

“You, girl. How the fuck did you do that?” the soldier in the passenger seat barked again. He wasn’t in follow-the-confident-person’s-orders mode like the driver had been.

“You mean you can’t?” Neila replied and looked back out the window. She assumed he couldn’t. Most people weren’t psychic. Playing dumb about it always seemed like the thing to do.

Neila managed to pull the brake lines off one of the bikes just as the female biker ran to it. The biker stared at the bike for a moment as it tipped over onto its side seemingly of its own accord. The woman in the red helmet looked up and locked eyes with Neila in the APC. Police lights twinkled over a mile down the highway. Neila couldn’t see where the other two bikers had gone due to the APC’s damaged windows.

“What the fuck, lady!”

Oh, now it was lady, such an upgrade. At least, it wasn’t girl anymore. She had been knighted.

“Requesting permission to engage hostiles. We are being assisted by a civilian,” the driver continued into the radio. So he had noticed her using her powers and wasn’t fazed by it. Maybe he was psychic or knew someone who was.

“Do not engage. Helo en route, coming in hot. Sit tight.”

Neila looked around at the angular interior of the APC. Rows of seats lined the sides of the truck. She couldn’t see any weapons inside. “How much does this weigh?”

“Six tons,” the soldier at the radio replied automatically.

Could she move six tons? She’d never tried because that was a lot of fucking weight.

“You need to drive forward, over the burning car.” She pointed ahead of them.

“Over the car?”

“Your buddies in the hummer in back already smashed my car. You can drive this beast over a fucking Kia. Get us out of here!”

The driver gunned the gas and plowed into the burning car, knocking Neila off her feet. She fell backward and hit her head hard on the metal floor of the APC.

Shouting. Muffled gunfire. The sound of a hail slamming into the side of a metal barn in a thunderstorm. The heavy thumping of a giant drum.

Darkness.

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Meet the Author

Sarah Elkins is a 30 year old comic artist and writer who nearly had to give up art entirely due to a form of ossifying tennis elbow that forced her to be unable to use her dominate hand for nearly a year. She spent much of that time writing novels with her left hand as a means to deal with the pain and stress of possibly never drawing again. Thanks to a treatement regimen she is able to draw again albeit not as easily or quickly as she once did.

Sarah enjoys reading science fiction, horror, fantasy, weird stories, comics of every sort, as well as any biographical material about Nikola Tesla she can get her hands on (that doesn’t suggest he was from Venus.) She has worked in the comics industry since 2008 as a flatter (colorist assistant,) penciler, inker, and colorist. She contributed a comic to the massive anthology project Womanthology. Currently she (slowly) produces a webcomic called Magic Remains while writing as much as her body will allow.

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Sultry and Sinful: The Femmes of Paranormal

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Sultry and Sinful: The Femmes of Paranormal

 

Come tantalize your softer side with this FF paranormal romance anthology. From angels to sirens and many things in between, this erotic romance box set will keep you up all hours of the night, wanting more.
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Info: Ariadna’s cursed to never fall in love. But, all that will change when she saves a human who’s fallen into the sea she so seeks to escape.
 
 
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Book title: Wet: An erotic mermaid tale
Info: After the Sea Queen forbids the Princess to follow her heart, Marianna swears to catch Shell, the feisty water sprite.
 
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A Visit with Erik Schubach:

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Today we welcome Erik Schubach with an interview! Erik has several books in the les-fic genre with many more in the works.

1. How did you get started writing lesbian fiction?

It was actually by accident.  I have always been drawn to strong female characters in books, like Honor Harrington.  I also believe that there is a lack of LGBT characters in media. So one day I came up with a story idea that combines the two… two days later I completed the manuscript for my first book, Music of the Soul.

It was well received so I decided to keep writing and the rest is history.  Each of my books features strong likable female characters that are flawed. I think that flaws and emotional or physical scars make us human and give us more character than simply conforming to some “social norm”.  I write romance, there isn’t any erotica in my stories but they are heavy on emotion and character development.

2. Tell us about your book Fracture. What inspired the tale?

My Music of the Soul series was gathering a following and I branched out into my passion, SciFi, with my Valkyrie Chronicles series.  But I have always like paranormal as well.

Fracture Divergence - Cover ThumbI have always enjoyed modern witch tales and parallel universe stories so I decided to try to unite the two.  I wanted to come up with a story about magic and witches that was unique and broke all the genre norms.  The love connection is the most unconventional I have written and hope my readers enjoy it.3. Pantster or plotter?

I’m a panster.  I start with a general idea with a defined beginning and end then I just let the story flow out organically.  I like to imagine how each character would feel and react in a situation.  I get lost in the moment and the emotions and before you know it I have come full circle and the manuscript is finished.

4. If I were your favorite cookie, what flavor would I be?

You would be all snickery and doodley.  Cinnamon sugar, mmmm.

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5. Tell us one thing that most people don’t know about you.

I have a full wood shop in my garage and I handcraft wooden toys and children’s sleds without plans.

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6. Name three things on your desk right now.

I have a Red Seal 1953 two dollar bill, a bugs bunny with carrot launcher to guard it, and an Expo 74 commemorative coin.

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7. What kinds of characters really speak to you as you write?

I love writing characters that are flawed that are trying to find their place in the world, who do not realize that what they perceive are their greatest weaknesses are actually their biggest strengths. They just feel more real and identifiable to me as I write them than perfect characters that almost never exist in real life.

8. Do you listen to music as you write?

I do.  I simply LOVE the Veronicas and some old school rock.  But you’ll also catch me listening to songs from movie soundtracks like Let It Go from Frozen.

9. What are some of your favorite lesbian fiction books/authors?

I enjoyed Mila Kerr’s Aspen Meadows.  The You Know Who Girls by Annameekee Hesik. Was fun too.  For the most part I prefer a story of love and romance but sometimes a little erotica in the story is good.

10. Tell us about your next project.

I’m currently writing three books simultaneously.

Music of the Soul - Cover ThumbThe next Music of the Soul Book, Syncopated Rhythm.  Which features Amber LaLanie, a character from a previous book, Karaoke Queen.  It is a stand alone book like all the books in the Music of the Soul series though it shares locations and characters.
The fourth book in the Valkyrie Chronicles Series, Seventy Two Hours.  I can’t say much about that one without giving the whole thing away but the first chapter is going to make fans of the series really mad at me (somebody dies) but I hope the epic story will win them back by the end of the book.The first book in my new Awakening series.  It features an awkward, clumsy, and geeky mythology and anthropology researcher, who is living out of her car while her grant money is coming in.  She gets mugged by her car and shot.  After the assailant leaves the woman finds that she is unharmed and there are red scales on her skin where the bullet struck.  They fade over time.  Shortly after she finds she is a dragon of old who is going through her “awakening” and suddenly in a fight for her very existence.

 deafening whisper

Mia has lived a life full of harassment, for an affliction not many understand. She thought college would be different, her escape, after all, people there are more mature right? She was wrong. A rebellious girl, Vee, saves her from a bad situation and teaches her that every single day is a gift. A romance blooms between them that not even time can erase.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17864142-a-deafening-whisper
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Deafening-Whisper-Erik-Schubach-ebook/dp/B00CHEIJSC/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1392614930&sr=1-1&keywords=a+deafening+whisper
 Excerpt:
A Deafening Whisper:
The University of Washington awarded me a full ride scholarship, including room and board, for my art and academic record.  I was ecstatic, college was going to be a life changer for me,  no more bullies, no more mocking.  I mean, everyone there was more mature right?That illusion was effectively destroyed my first week at UW, in one of the cafeterias I decided to study in while I ate lunch.  I was hunched down in my hoodie, my utensils organized neatly and in the proper order on my napkin beside my chef salad as I skimmed my calculus book, absorbing the formulas.I had just put my book down, aligned evenly with the table edge, so that I could get a bite of my salad when a familiar screechy voice rang out behind me.  “Well if it isn’t little miss spaz!”  I flinched as stress and anxiety hit me like a bulldozer.  It felt almost like a physical blow.  I turned to see Missy Hannigan, a cheerleader from my old high school, grinning like a hungry alligator.  She was flanked by what I could only assume were her new little minions.

I could feel an “episode” coming on.  I stood and tried to leave but they blocked the way.  My eyes were darting around looking for escape, for a restroom.  My shoulder started to twitch up to brush my cheek as I looked for a way around the girls.  Missy just continued her verbal assault. “They’ll let any freak go to this university it seems.  Why don’t you just go to a community college and leave us normal people alone spaz?”

I blurted “Physical derivative!”  I was moving side to side trying to get around the girls as my shoulder twitched, brushing my cheek again.  “Please let me go.” I begged.  The girls all laughed and I repeated, “The physical derivative.”

Missy was suddenly pushed aside and a tall girl with a gorgeous mane of flowing brown hair stepped up to me, ignoring the shocked girls she had pushed through to my twitching self.  She locked her intense, amber eyes that had an almost orange tint, on my green ones, as she grabbed my arm firmly.  “There you are!” Her eyes flickered to my book and back. “You are supposed to be tutoring me on my calculus.”

She turned her gaze back to the other girls, and I swear there was flame in her eyes as she said in a cold and dangerous tone, “Excuse us.” she hissed as she pushed back through them, being sure to shoulder butt Missy on the way through.

Her hand moved from my arm down to my hand as she dragged me between tables, threading us smoothly to the restroom.  “The derivative!”  I looked at the ground, trying to shrink away into nothingness as she opened the door and pushed me into the room.  She looked under the stalls to make sure the room was empty and pushed me down onto a bench by the door.

The girl then turned around casually, and put her back to the door effectively blocking it.  Then she raised one foot against it to lean comfortably.  I watched as she dug a pack of cigarettes out of her purse and lit one up.  She looked up and took a deep drag, holding it in for a few seconds then exhaling.  She finally looked down at me rocking on the bench, shrugging my shoulder to my cheek. “Derivative.”

I didn’t know what to say to her, and I didn’t want to make eye contact I was so embarrassed by this whole incident.  It wasn’t supposed to happen like this in college, this isn’t how it was supposed to be.

When the episode finally faded, I glanced up from the safety of my hood to see her watching me.  It felt like she was studying me.  Someone tried to push the door she was blocking open, and the girl just turned her head slightly toward it and yelled, “Occupied!”  I took the time to look her over.

She was stunning.  I felt my stomach fluttering a bit as I took in her very feminine but slightly butch appearance.  She was slim and tall, about 5’10” if I were to guess. Much taller than my 5’1”. She had smallish breasts that still managed to fill out her faded black t-shirt in quite a pleasing manner.  Her jeans hugged her legs, showing off the curves of her hips and calves.  And for some bizarre reason the combat boots she wore were the perfect compliment to the outfit.

I looked up to her face.  It held a contrast between an adorable girl next door look and something sexy and dangerous.  She wore hardly any makeup, but her lips were full and looked awfully inviting.  I was biting my lower lip.  Then realized the thoughts I was having when I met her catlike eyes again.  She was smirking.  Shit!

I was immediately embarrassed about my thoughts and that she had caught me checking her out.  I wasn’t checking her out was I?  I don’t ever check people out.  I was just curious about the girl that saved me from the bitch queen, right?  I looked down at the floor and spoke, trying to divert the attention away from me. “Y-you shouldn’t smoke.  You’re not a-allowed to smoke in public spaces.  Th-th-those things will kill you.”

She snorted at me like I had just said the most absurd thing in the world, shaking her head she replied, “If only.”  She put the cigarette out on the sole of her heel, dropping the butt on the tile floor, then held her hand out for me to take. “You done?  Ready to go back out?”

I snapped at her a little too sharply, “I d-don’t need your p-pity!”  My mouth was tight with anger that shouldn’t have been directed toward her.

She looked more amused than taken aback by my aggression. “Not giving you any, just being friendly.”  She kept her hand extended to me.  I slumped my shoulders in defeat and muttered hoarsely,  “I’m sorry.  Missy and the others are right, I’m a freak, I’d be better off dead.”

The next thing I knew, I was seeing white stars as a sharp pain and heat bloomed on my cheek where she had firmly slapped me, a tear was stinging the corner of my eye.

I looked up at her, slack-jawed and in shock, to see her gritting her teeth in anger.  Her eyes were burning into me as she spoke through her clenched jaw, more calmly than her demeanor indicated. “Don’t you EVER say that!  Every day is a gift!  It’s how you fill that gift that defines you.  Don’t let senseless bitches like that Missy define you.  Define yourself!”

About the author:

I got my start writing romance novels by accident. I have always been drawn to strong female characters in books, like Honor Harrington. And I also believe that there is a lack of LGBT characters in media. So one day I came up with a story idea that combines the two… two days later I completed the manuscript for Music of the Soul.

My writing style may not be the most professional nor grammatically correct, but I never profess to be an English major, just a person that wants to share a story. I maintain that my primary language is sarcasm.

Each of my books features strong likeable female characters that are flawed. I think that flaws and emotional or physical scars make us human and give us more character than simply conforming to some “social norm”.

I have also started a SciFi series, The Valkyrie Chronicles which features a Valkyrie, Kara, who was left behind on Earth five thousand years ago to help the Asgard race escape the onslaught of the Ragnarok horde. With the aid of a human, Kate, she holds the line in battle to herald the return of the Asgard!

If you like magic, paranormal romance and witches, then my new series Fracture might tickle your fancy. In the first book Fracture: Divergence, Alex King must stop magic from destroying reality. The problem is that Alex must solve the case in parallel universes where in one Alex is male and female in the other.

You can follow me online via Twitter @ErikSchubach or on Blogger http://erikschubachauthor.blogspot.com/ and on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Erik-Schubach-Author/438534946240951 for more information and to discuss my upcoming books.

Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Erik-Schubach/e/B00CZE31UA/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1