New Paranormal Fantasy for Review: Sam & Emily: A Love Story from the Underground (Tales From Earth’s End – 3) by Sandy Nathan

Sam & Emily Sandy Nathan will be touring September 4 – November 30 2012 with her paranormal fantasy, Sam & Emily: A Love Story From the Underground (Book 3 in the Tales From Earth’s End series).

The End of the World Was Just the Beginning of Sam’s Troubles

Sam Baahuhd has been the headman of the village for twenty-two years. He has the Voice and he has the Power. With them, he can control others with his speech and heal with a touch. Even with his powers, Sam has survived as the headman only because he’s tough and canny enough to keep his fellow villagers from murdering him. Together, they live on Veronica Edgarton’s estate in the Hamptons. Or they do until the nuclear Armageddon destroys the world.

The massive underground bomb shelter on the estate is intended for the planet’s intellectual elite. When Sam and his nearly 100 villagers find themselves moving into the high tech shelter, it’s a cosmic joke.

Despite living at the end of the 3rd millennium AD, the villagers are serf-like and their society is medieval. They can’t read, spend a lot of their time drunk or stoned, and are so inbred it’s a miracle they can put two coherent words together.

Now they are the heirs to the planet. Or at least their descendants will be in a couple thousand years when the radiation clears. If they don’t kill each other first.

Dragging a battered but beautiful female federal agent with him as the shelter’s massive steel doors close is not the best move Sam has ever made. Arthur Romero, a commando planted by the military, thinks she is seriously bad news. Arthur is the only non-villager and the only man who can run the shelter’s computers and life-support machinery. He wants her dead.

What’s worse, Sam loses his powers the minute he enters the shelter. It’s just a matter of time before the village thugs figure it out. If they gang up on him, he doesn’t have a prayer.

Sam has faced challenges before. He isn’t afraid of them. But he has never faced a challenge like the one that comes crashing in when he realizes he is in love with the wounded warrior woman he has named . . . Emily.

428 pages

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Book Excerpt:

“GET OUTTA MY WAY, YE DUNG-EATIN’ NINNIES!” Sam took the stairs down to the lower level of the mansion two at a time, clutching the naked girl to his chest. He had thought everyone would be safely in the bomb shelter by that time, but they weren’t. The huge room outside the shelter’s round steel door swarmed with villagers who’d snagged one last treasure from the big house.

A long sofa with a hump in its back was stuck in the shelter’s doorway. Two men carrying a grandfather clock screamed for someone to move the sofa so they could get through. Others holding fine wooden tables with curved legs bellowed, “Hurra up! Hurra up!” Women clutching clothing and dishes shoved each other.

“Drop that shit and get in the shelter!” Sam cried. “Yer s’posed to be down there now.”

“Ye weren’t here, Sam. We didn’t see ye nowheres. Everyone thought ye’d gone up in the ball o’ light wi’ Jeremy an’ Henry and them. Gone to anuther world. We thought we better get it all,” said Cooty Gill, the barrel maker.

“Ye couldna think to save yer ass, Cooty. Ah did not go up in the ball o’ light. Get inside! We have to get to the bottom before the bombs go off!” Sam threw the girl over his shoulder. “Get in the shelter, y’ idjits!”

No one responded. Then the image of Jeremy Edgarton appeared on the wall, bigger than in real life. His family owned the estate and he had created the fallout shelter. The image screamed, “The bombs are going off in three minutes! Get in the shelter!”

Sam leapt on top of the sofa in the doorway, ducked his head under its round steel lintel, and jumped over the arm on the other side. He was inside, but couldn’t get far. The first of the six staircases leading to the shelter’s depths was clogged with more villagers and their booty. Shouting and kicking, he shoved the girl and himself past the people and furniture.

“Get outta ma way!” Sam roared, scrambling through another door and sprinting down the steps on the other side.

That did the trick; if Sam Baahuhd was running for his life, the villagers knew this was for real. They dropped their treasures and bolted.

“Clear the doors so they can shut!” Sam yelled over his shoulder. “If even one door canna close, we’ll fry.”

They cleared the doorways and ran. Once the rout began, the villagers followed on Sam’s heels, but being careful not to touch or push him. They held back as though jostling him would cost their lives, which it might. Sam was headman of the village because his father had been headman, yes, but mostly because of his ferocity and cunning. He would kill any who interfered with him.

He galloped down all six levels, the girl bouncing on his shoulder and the looters following closely. When he got to the bottom, Sam stepped aside so the others could run past him.

They weren’t able to run very far; the area just inside the door was jammed. They’d been transferring the contents of the mansion to the underground since before dawn and had done a pretty good job of emptying the place. Piles of household goods and furniture were dumped where villagers had left them as they sprinted back for another load.

His people pressed around Sam, pushing each other and howling. The reality of their situation was dawning on them.

“Shut up! Get away so ah can think!” Sam felt like a cornered bear.

He saw Arthur standing by the bottom door, waiting for him.

“Art’ur, shut ‘er down!” he screamed.

Arthur was from New York City—the only one down there, besides the girl, from outside the village. Arthur had been Jeremy Edgarton’s protector for years, a commando masquerading as a driver. His presence was crucial: Arthur was the only person there who could read. He was also the only one who knew about computers and could run the systems for air and water, waste disposal, solar power, and all the rest.

And he was the only one who could close the shelter’s steel doors.

“Shut ‘er, Art’ur.” Sam was almost hysterical. Arthur had shown him a number of things the night before. One was how to read a digital clock. Sam stared at one on the wall in front of him.

The bombs were supposed to begin detonating at 7:35. It was 7:35.

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If you would like to review Sam & Emily: A Love Story From the Underground, please fill out the form below or email Dorothy Thompson at thewriterslife(at)gmail.com. Please mention which date would work for you. Sandy is also available for interviews and guest posts.

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