Showing posts with label The Underground. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Underground. Show all posts

Sunday, March 8, 2015

The Complete Underground Series by Jessica E. Subject


Today, I have Jessica E. Subject over with her fabulous Underground Series, which I refer to it as the Never Gonna series. Can you figure out why? But whatever you call it, it's superb!

And now she's bundled them all together. So you can keep reading and reading and reading. All for the insane price of 

99 Cents

Man, are you lucky!





In the future…

The corporation Planet Core holds all of the power. They place restrictions on the lives of those living within their boundaries, including who they can love. And there is no escape.

Deception runs deep…

The rebel group, calling themselves The Underground, is disputing the corporation’s leadership. With the desire for freedom, they will fight.

And betrayal can come from anyone…

Will the rebels defeat Planet Core, or end up fighting for their lives?

Includes: Never Gonna Let You Go, Never Gonna Desert You, and Never Gonna Say Goodbye


Related Title: Rebels and Romance – print anthology of The Underground series


The door slid open, and Brook rushed into the room she’d left less than an hour ago. After she’d been told Melina had been killed by the same creature that had attacked Calla. Now she knew the truth. Now, she had to get on the mission.

Her father glanced up, his hard brown eyes steely in their determination. “Brook, what are you doing here?”

“Daddy, I—” No, I can’t be weak anymore. I have to stand up to him. With a deep breath, she took the empty seat beside Jager, the new mission commander. “Malock, I request permission to join SFEA-4. You are short a biologist, and I am the only one left sufficiently trained for the mission.”

“Denied. Now, please leave the room. You do not have clearance to be here.”

Brook stood, flinging the chair against the wall. Wrong answer. She refused to back down from him anymore. Slamming her hands on the table, she leaned forward and glared at him. “Your last biologist was attacked by an unknown predator, the mission commander killed. You need me there to study it, find out what we’re up against.”

“The answer is still no,” he growled.

She straightened her back. “It’s because I’m your daughter, isn’t it? You’d rather keep me sheltered here while you put everyone else’s life in danger.”

Malock stared, nostrils flaring. “This has nothing to do with the fact that you’re my daughter.” He sighed and shook his head. “But if you want to go, fine. It’s your death sentence.”

He stood and nodded to Jager. “You know what to do.” He turned his attention to the rest of the table. “Your mission directives will be presented to you before departure. Please be familiar with them prior to setting up camp.”

Her father made his way around the table, stopping beside her. She tensed when he rested a hand on her shoulder.
He shook his head. “You left me with no choice.” Then he marched out of the room.

Jager took the floor, and Brook picked up her chair and returned to her seat. The new mission commander projected a holographic image of the foreign landscape across the table, but she couldn’t concentrate on his presentation. Her father’s cryptic words echoed through her mind. Your death sentence…. No choice….

Was the entire mission doomed for failure? Were they all being sent to die? Why would Planet Core do that? Airondelle was supposed to be the corporation’s future.

Brook focused on Jager, but his words went in one ear and out the other. A pit of worry grew in her stomach. Would her father really allow her to be ripped apart by a predator in the night? No, I can’t think about that. She’d demanded to go on the mission. And if Melina could survive on the planet, so could she. She just had to find her first.

“Okay, let’s roll out.”

Out? Time to go, already?

The rest of the crew pushed away from the conference table and trooped out the door with excited murmurs. A far cry from the turmoil rolling through her.

“Let’s go, Malock.” Jager raised his eyebrows. “Or did you change your mind?”

She stood and released a deep breath. Even with her trepidation, she refused to back out now. Melina waited for her. “No, I’m looking forward to seeing Airondelle for myself.”

Brook spun away and rushed to catch up with her comrades. If she revealed her plans, she’d be stopped before she could find her lover. She would have to hide Melina right under their noses to bring her home. She pushed her shoulders back. I can do this. I have to.

The all-terrain vehicles sat loaded with equipment for the mission in front of the swirling mass of the portal. Her father certainly wasn’t wasting any time getting a team back to Airondelle. Crewmembers already filled the first vehicle, so she hopped into the back of the second.

Jager passed around everyone’s mission directives then shoved in on her left. Thank goodness he was the last to load. With his bulk, he occupied both of the remaining seats.

Before she had time to read her personal orders, they proceeded into the portal. She passed through the spinning matter, her body pulled and stretched in every direction. Unknown forces pushed on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She gripped the seat, hoping she wouldn’t get pulled out. But the awkwardness didn’t last long. The transporter room light years away, clean, fresh air poured into her lungs. The alien vegetation of the foreign planet lined the rough dirt road they traveled. She yearned to explore the flora and fauna on a more intimate level. And she would, after setting up camp.

She opened the folder with her mission directive inside. Instead of the stack of papers detailing what Planet Core expected of her, she found a single sheet. Her father’s handwriting scrawled across the page. You can never know the truth.

Hard, cold steel pressed against her temple. A gun. Her breath caught. What the fuck is going on? She grabbed her knapsack and launched out of the vehicle.







Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotic. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. 

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.

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Thursday, March 6, 2014

Liza O'Connor interviews Never Gonna Say Goodbye by Jessica Subject


Welcome Space bums, today I'm interviewing?

Liza: Space Rep! Why doesn't my banner tell me name of the book I'm interviewing.

Space Rep: I've made a few improvements. Now we can bring in books from as far away as 600 billion light years. However, that takes so much power, that it would sterilize me if the transporter sat inside your ship, and someday I hope to have a family.

Liza: Not in my ship you won't.

Space Rep: True. It wouldn't be right to bring a wife and children into a junk heap. But someday, someone might rescue me and take me to a better ship, and when that day comes, I don't wish to be sterile just because I was curious what space peeps were writing near the beginning of the big bang.

Liza: So I'm expected to float outside to interview the book while I go bouncing around like Sandra Bullock?

Space Rep: Not necessary.  I have the small transporter hooked up to the sterilizer.



Here we are...

Liza: Nothing happened.

Space Rep: Opps, forgot to plug it in.

TA DA!   Whoa!




Liza: I know this book. It won the Best Sci-Fi/Futuristic story from LR Cafe Awards. Welcome Neve...may I call you Neve?

Book: What a dump. Did someone throw me away in a trash container? Love is universal people!

Space Rep: Liza can hear you and she tends to be cranky.

Book: Nonsense. Humans aren't capable of hearing a book's thoughts. They must read our printed words, or pay someone with a pleasing voice to read our words aloud.

Liza: No, in this case, Space Rep is correct. I once ran into a genie and asked for one wish. I wished to be unique and thus she gave me the ability to hear and interview books. I am the only one in the world who can do this. Anyone else who tries, is a poser. 

Space Rep: Told you she was cranky...


Neve: I apologize. I am very pleased to meet you, Liza. How should we do this? Should I tell you about my childhood?


Liza: Please don't. I'm not really into wood pulp fiction. Let's start when you became the award winning book, Never Gonna Say Goodbye.


Neve: Well, first, let me say I'm an erotic, gay, Sci-Fi Dystopian Romance.


Liza: I guessed all of that by your provocative cover. Now tell me something I don't know.


Neve: Would you like my ISBN number?


Liza: No! Tell me what's going on between your pages.


Neve: Rebels, former Planet Core employees, have banded together in The Underground. They fight against the policies of the corporation that owns the lease on their lives. They will have their freedom or they will die trying.

*ruffles pages*


The Rebellion in stirring.

Liza: Interesting, but tell me about the two hunks on the cover. 


Neve: Meet Will Garrison.


Will leads the fight against the control of the corporation. 



Liza: What is he asking for?

Neve: He wants his people to have the right to live and love back.

Liza: That seems more than fair. 


Neve: Sadly, Tim Harris, his lover, former Planet Core medic, disagrees on how to take down the corporation.

Liza: Does Tim not value freedom as highly as Will?

Neve: Tim knows the deception goes beyond the leader of the corporation, but Will refuses to listen.

Liza: Okay, but they have a plan, right?

Neve: Sure, Will plans to lead a small group of the Underground forces through a back door for a lightening raid while Tim’s group provides a distraction.

Liza: That sounds like a good plan. What has Will so worried?

Neve: Will's already been betrayed once. He has no idea who he can trust. If they are betrayed again, it may cost them everything.

Liza: How so?



Neve: If either group fails, the Underground may be crushed under the weight of Planet Core once and for all.

Liza: I hope it works out. May I have a peek between your pages?


Neve: I suppose...



“Let’s do this.” Gun aimed to shoot, Will took a deep breath and stepped inside the portal. The mass pulled his skin in every direction. His stomach churned. And then the sensations ended.
He’d made it. Resting his hand on the closest structure, he inhaled sharply, trying to gain his bearings.

The rest of the team gathered beside him, Brook and Melina the only two not affected by the trip.
“Shit.” He needed to focus, regain control. He blinked hard then glanced around the transporter room. Empty. No one had come to meet them.

“Something’s wrong,” Melina whispered, ready to fire her own weapon. “There is always at least one guard in here.”

“I guess we got lucky.” Dale sauntered to the center of the space, raised his arms and spun in a circle. 
“We are all alone in here. Time to find the fucker and take him down.”

A sudden hiss silenced him. Red light burned his clothing and left a clean, cauterized hole through his chest. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he fell to the ground.

Will rushed in front of the others, shoving them behind the portal.

So much for being alone. How many waited to take them down? He peeked around the structure, weapon at the ready. No one. The guards had to be hiding, waiting for him and his crew to come out.

And come out they would, fighting all the way.

Space Rep: I found lots of buy links. Can I engage one?

Available From:


Liza: Absolutely, but I'm reading it first.

Space Rep: What? That's not fair!


Liza: It's a novella. I can read it in one sitting.


Space Rep: All right, but this is an infringement of my rights. And soon as I read this book I will know how to take you down, you autocratic ruler of a junk heap.


Liza: Neve, perhaps you could tell us a bit about your creator, Jessica E. Subject


Neve: I would love to but I should be getting back home.

Liza: Oh you have three days before we can safely return you, so you might as well sit back and tell me about Jessica.  I'm curious to see how well you know her.



Neve: Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to sexy. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. And she also writes erotica under the pen name Paisley Brown.

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. 

You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.




Liza: Ha! Just as I thought. You don't even know Jessica is a 


Darn you and your space towels, Jessica! There's such a thing as Freedom of Speech you know. If I wish to tell the world about your fifteen clones and space ship and the fact you are actually an
on my blog, I should have the right. So Stop Space toweling my words!

Space Rep: Come with me, Neve. I'm transporting plastic bobble heads of Boehner to the beginning of time. I'll send one of the mayor of Toronto if you want.


Neve: Can we just send the mayor?


Space Rep: Sorry...just bobble heads.