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Your Tenth Literary Gift – More from My New Book!

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Your Tenth Literary Gift
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Secret Supers in Space

Enjoy Your Tenth Literary Gift – More from My New Book! I am author Andy Zach and I just self-published Secret Supers in Space here. You get an autographed copy directly from me with free shipping. You can also buy it and the ebook on Amazon by clicking here.

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Today, I’ll give you the opening few pages of Secret Supers in Space.

Your Tenth Literary Gift: Chapter  1 – Space Camp

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Jeremy Gentle
Jeremy, seventh-grade superhero

“What are you doing, Jeremy?”

Startled, I looked up from my computer and turned around in my wheelchair. My best friend, Dan, had slipped silently into my lab. I still thought of it that way, but we’d made it into the Secret Supers clubhouse almost a year ago. Dan’s round, brown face smiled down at me while his tall, wide frame loomed behind me. His dark glasses hid his blind eyes.

“I didn’t hear you come down the elevator.”

“I took the stairs. Your mom made cookies, so I came over. I could smell them from my house.”

“You mean, you could smell them from my mom’s thoughts?”

“And your’s and your dad’s. You were all excited, so I couldn’t help myself from taking a sniff from your mom’s nose. I didn’t snoop any further than that.”

“I know you respect everyone’s privacy with your mindreading power.”

“Except maybe yours. You did permit me to read yours anytime. But I haven’t read your mind about what you’re concentrating on. C’mon, tell your old friend Dan.”

“Don’t tell anyone. I want to surprise the Secret Supers.”

“Of course not. Now I’m dying to know!”

“I’m applying to Space Camp.”

“What’s Space Camp? I can hear the capital letters in your voice.”

I spun my wheelchair around to face him. “What’s Space Camp? It’s the greatest camp there is! We’re all bored out of our minds now that August has started and we want to do something. Space Camp teaches you all about our space program. You learn about astronauts and rockets. You go on a centrifuge and experience zero-g and moon gravity.

Dan Elanga Stops By

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Dan Elanga – He can read minds and sensory impressions.

“Sounds fun and cool. I can see them accepting you, Jeremy, but how about the rest of us? I guess Kayla would make it, but Aubrey and I are just average students.”

“As far as I can tell, there are no qualifications, just an interest in space and rocketry.”

“I sure got more interested in space after our adventure chasing the villain in a rocket at the coaster park this summer. What about the money?” Dan sat down in the chair so I didn’t have to look up at him.

“Mom and Dad have been saving the royalties from Secret Supers and Villain’s Vacation for you, Kayla, and Aubrey, and you can use that for the camp.”

“Well, count me in!” Dan’s huge hand engulfed mine. I felt like a little kid—which I was. I didn’t usually think about how small I was until Dan was right next to me. Or Aubrey, who was also Dan’s size.

“I just thought of a problem.” Dan frowned, his brows hitting his dark glasses. “What about my parents? And Kayla’s and Aubrey’s?”

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Kayla Verdera

“Mom and Dad have already been in touch with them ever since our royalties from the books have been coming in. They all agreed to divide them.  Everyone’s just waiting on me to tell all the Secret Supers.”

“Now I know, so we might as well let Kayla and Aubrey know.”

I glanced at my screen clock. “Ten thirty. I can call Kayla, but Aubrey’s at her summer baseball practice.” I speed-dialed Kayla.

“You don’t have to put her on speakerphone. I can read her mind.”

I laughed. “You read my mind. I was ready to do that.”

Hello, Jeremy. Kayla’s voice sounded in my mind. Kayla had spinal meningitis and could no longer talk or walk without a walker. I felt sad when I heard her high mental voice, sounding just as she used to talk before losing it.

“Hi, Kayla. I’ve got big news for you and Aubrey: the Secret Supers are going to Space Camp!”

Sounds like fun. I assume it’s all paid for and our parents are on board?

 “Right. I researched it, then my parents contacted yours, Dan’s, and Aubrey’s, and everyone agreed. Just now, I applied and got approval. We’ll be gone for a week.”

When?

The Last to Find Out

“The last week in August, just before Labor Day.”

Now I have something to look forward to, instead of another sweltering day. How long does it last?

“A week. We arrive on the last Sunday of the month and leave on Friday.”

Is Dan there?

“Yeah, I’m here Kayla.” Dan leaned over my shoulder.

“How’d you know, Kayla? Dan snuck up on me as I was applying to the camp online. Are you mind reading now as well as sending thoughts?”

No, just sending, like always. I just know you, Jeremy. You don’t give up secrets until you have to. I figured Dan would be there. He sees you about every day. Say, where is this Space Camp?

“Huntsville, Alabama. We’re driving down there the day before in our big van. It’ll take us about twelve hours, dad said.”

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I suppose you want me to tell Aubrey. I’ll give her the message to come over to our Secret Supers room, and we’ll all surprise her when she comes in.

“Great idea, Kayla!” I grinned.

Dan’s head snapped up from the phone and then he leaned back down. “You can tell her now. Her practice was canceled because of a thunderstorm. Boy, is she grumpy!”

“Baseball’s the love of her life,” I said. “A new adventure will cheer her up.”

All right, I told her to meet us there. She’s riding her bike straight from practice.

Dan placed his hand on his head like he does when he’s listening telepathically. “Uh, oh, Kayla, you’d better hurry. She’ll beat you here.”

I didn’t think of that. Mom’s busy at work. I can’t interrupt her, and I can’t bike anymore.

I straightened in my wheelchair. “Let me give you a lift—literally.”

Now you’re reading my mind, Jeremy. I was just about to ask you for help. Are you sending your flying car?

“Nope.  Just put on your Secret Supers outfit and I’ll fly you over.”

“I’ll put on mine. It’s here in my backpack.” Dan slid it off his shoulders.

I hadn’t noticed Dan’s backpack.  I turned to my phone. “We’ll make it a full club meeting. This’ll be the first time we’ve worn the new costumes your mom made for us, Kayla.”

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I modeled mine for Mom. They fit a lot better than the store-bought ones we had, and they’re much sturdier. The old ones were pretty scuffed up.

“Something about fighting ten-foot robots does that.” Dan grinned.

Kayla laughed, in their heads. Ha! Not to mention flying at a hundred miles per hour chasing speedboats and rockets.

 “Are you ready, Kayla? I can picture your front porch in my mind and pick you up there.”

Just about.  Let me get my boots on. There. I’m ready.

I imagined Kayla standing on her front porch. I exerted my telekinesis.

Okay, Jeremy, can you pick me up another fifty feet? Then I’ll be clear of any telephone or power wires between my house and yours.

“Sure.” I pulled her toward my house at a steady rate.

All right, I’m right over your yard, Jeremy. That was something! I felt like a flying superhero. But carrying my walker.

“But no cape.” Dan grinned as he talked into Jeremy’s phone.

Right, Dan. The best superheroes don’t have capes, and we don’t either.  But we do have masks.

The elevator came down. Dan and I greeted Kayla as she got out in her walker. My parents had installed the elevator when I got my first electric wheelchair in first grade.

“Sorry, Kayla, I should have helped you walk like I usually do.”

No problem, Jeremy. You won’t always be around to help me. I still have hope I’ll be able to regain my strength and balance if I keep working at therapy. And your mom gave me a chocolate chip cookie on the way. Kayla pulled out a warm, soft cookie from the purse hanging from her walker.

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I liked seeing Kayla’s pretty features face-to-face. Her dark eyes were framed by the black mask and her black hair rested on the scarlet tights. Still, she had a handkerchief in her hand. She tended to drool because she couldn’t control her muscles.

“Uh, I’m the only one not in uniform. I’d better change.” A uniform flew out of the cupboard as I rose from my wheelchair and flew into the bathroom.

“You’d better hurry, Jeremy. Aubrey’s coming here at full speed! She’s keeping up with traffic on her bike. She’s using her super strength.” Dan called after me from the other room.

“Ha! Dan, I’m almost as fast as any superhero. Kayla, did you tell Aubrey to wear her uniform?” I yelled from the bathroom as I dressed telekinetically, pulling the tights over my legs twisted by a lifetime of cerebral palsy. It did fit better than the old uniform. Even the boots went on better. I loved the material I selected. It was completely air tight and waterproof. It fit beautifully with the other secret enhancements I’d put in. I wondered when I should tell the others about them.

Of course—

THUMP! THUMP! KA-THUMP!

I don’t need to read minds to know that’s Aubrey. No one else pounds as she does down the stairs.

The door to the clubroom burst open. “TA-DA! I’m here. I came here at the speed of light,  on a bicycle.”

Coming out of the bathroom, I saw Aubrey’s tousled blond hair peeking out of her baseball cap. Sweat beaded her broad forehead. Her black mask and red Secret Supers uniform clashed with her green ball cap.  Instead of black boots, her prosthetic legs went to her knees.

Here Ends Your Tenth Literary Gift

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Your Ninth Literary Gift – A New Book! – Is it Christmas?

Produce Your Audiobook Secret Supers in Space
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Secret Supers in Space

Here is Your Ninth Literary Gift – my ninth book! I am author Andy Zach. You can get Secret Supers in Space here. This is the autographed copy directly from me. You can also buy it and the ebook on Amazon by clicking here.

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Today, I’ll introduce you to the villains of Secret Supers in Space.

Chapter 1 – Space Camp – Villains

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“Hi, Loretta. Are you all refreshed from your Paris vacation?”

I looked at my wall-sized monitor in my home. My boss and grandpa John Smith smiled genially at me. He might call me any time, day or night, but he always knew where to project his image so we could have a video conference. He stroked his salt-and-pepper pompadour in the bright sunlight. I could see the sea in the background. I knew his hideout was on some island. Now I could calculate it from the angle of sunlight—but I had to answer him first.

“Hi, Papa Smith. Yes. I had a lot of fun waterskiing on the Riviera. I also cheated the casino in Monaco out of a million bucks.”

“Of course.

 “But now I’m refreshed and bored. I haven’t had a job since I left for Coaster World.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that. I’ve got a challenging assignment for you—the Secret Supers.”

“Ugh! I sure want to get back at them. But they’re backed up by the NSA. I’m not eager to tackle them and the US government.”

Papa stroked his hair. “The best cure for falling off a horse is to get back on. How about if I get a partner for you?”

“They’d better be awfully competent. I can’t really work with anyone who’s incompetent, or average, or merely a genius.”

“How about if you and I work together?”

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I gasped. Papa Smith had raised me. He’d been very vague about what happened to my parents, so he was the only parent I’d known. I’d dreamt of working with him in the family crime business, but I hadn’t seen much of him once I went to college and began teaching, over fifty years ago. He was the one person I was pretty sure was smarter than me. Or at least he knew more.

“That’d be wonderful! I’ve got some ideas I’d like to try out on our little red-uniformed friends.”

“Me too. I’ve got some news too. They’re going to Space Camp. Jeremy just applied today.”

“So are you intercepting their internet signals?”

“And cell phone communication. It’s easy as pie once you’re in their wireless network.”

“Let’s do this!”

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My wall screen lit up in my living room. A beautiful view of the ocean from a tall hill of white rock greeted me. My grandfather, John Smith, walked into view. Holding a martini in his hand, he smiled at me as he stroked his gray-and-white pompadour.

“Hi, Loretta. Are you ready to finally get the Secret Supers?”

“It seems like a piece of cake. They’re easy pickings at Space Camp.”

“Isn’t that what you thought about Coaster World?”

“Yeah.”

Papa took a sip from his drink. “The secret is to take them when they’re sure they’re safe.”

“On their way home?”

“No. At Cape Canaveral.”

“They’re not even going there!”

“Yes, they are, but they don’t know it yet. Let me tell you all about it.”

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Your Eighth Literary Gift! – 17 Gifts Until Christmas

Here is Your Eighth Literary Gift. I am still author Andy Zach. You are who you’ve always been. Welcome to your second week of gifts. We’ll start off with my newest book, Secret Supers in Space. You can get the paperback now or pre-order the ebook. If you want a free book to review, click here.

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Secret Supers in Space is my second sci-fi series’ third novel. You’ll meet the Secret Supers, four disabled seventh-graders with superpowers as they attend Space Camp. Sadly, they get Shanghaied to outer space. Here’s the chapter when they realize their predicament.

Chapter 9 – Space from Secret Supers in Space

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“Hello, Elon.”

Elon Musk’s face appeared on Papa Smith’s cell phone. Papa’s face was covered by a Guy Fawkes mask.

“How’d you get my phone number?”

“I picked it up on the internet.”

“I’ve got to change my number. Bye.”

“Wait! I’ve got important information on your SpaceX launch to the ISS.”

“Oh? What?”

“We’ve kidnapped the crew.”

“That can’t be.”

“Here they are.” I patched in the video of the ISS crew in the lower salon of the submarine.

“But we’ve gotten signals from the Dragon capsule.”

“Yes. We’ve synthesized their voices. And we have four more captives in the capsule—four seventh-grade kids from Space Camp.”

I cut to the live feed from the capsule. The kids were just waking up and removing their helmets.

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“No!”

“But yes. Now, I assume you want the kids and astronauts back safely.”

“Of course, but—“

“So deliver eight billion in Bitcoin to this account.” Papa’s Bitcoin account appeared on Elon’s screen. I sent a text to Elon’s phone with the same number.

“I’ve got Dogecoin.”

“You can buy Bitcoin.”

“Yeah. I’ve gotta think about this.”

“Don’t think too long. The deal expires in a day.”

“Then what?”

“Either I’ll double the price—or send the kids down. Uncontrolled.”

“They’ll die!”

“Right. You’ve got twenty-four hours from now, five p.m. Eastern time.” Papa hung up.

He took off his mask and grinned at me.

“Boy, I love hanging up on Elon! Thanks for your help.”

I grinned back. “I love having the Secret Supers right where we want them. And their powers won’t help them in space.”

“You ready to contact them with our deal?”

“More than ready.”

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Dancer woke up. Where was he? He felt terrible. His head hurt, and his whole body ached. Blurrily he recognized the familiar inside of Jeremy’s backpack. It was pretty dim inside. He peaked out the window. Just a few lights shone in the room. He seemed to be on the floor or wall. It was silent. He was floating. He was in zero-g.

Somehow he’d gotten into outer space, probably on the ISS rocket. Wait! He remembered. How could he have forgotten? He never forgot anything. His last memory was of the villain from Coaster World, Becky Robinson, who had grabbed him and injected him with something.

His headache must be from the drug, but why did his body ache? One whole side was sore. Oh. If he went up in the rocket, he had been subjected to four gravities of acceleration. That was enough to bruise him.

Now what? He crawled to the top of the backpack and wriggled out. Then he drifted helplessly. Oops. He should have pushed off harder. Scanning the capsule, he saw he was drifting toward a seat base, but if he snagged the seat covering, he could climb up to check on whoever was in it.

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His nose would hit first. He’d bounce off and away from the seat. He twisted his body around so his lower feet hit first. The landing was slow and gentle. He crouched without pushing until all his feet were against the metal base. Now.

His feet scrambled toward the seat cushion. He moved outward but also up. He was going to miss it. One last twist and somersault and the nails of his right paw caught the seat cover. He gripped as hard as he could pulling his whole body toward the seat. His paw tore through the synthetic material.

He wrenched his body around. His left paw grabbed the seat, then the right, then all four. Whew. He finally felt secure. Zero-G was no joke.

Step by step he made his way up the cushion to the sleeping astronaut. On the chest he could feel the slow breathing through the suit. He crawled to the transparent faceplate. Dan. How could he wake him?

The cabin air seemed fine to him. He tried opening Dan’s face mask. There’s a switch. Pop! Now, could he get some extra oxygen?

The control screens were about six feet away, but that didn’t matter in weightlessness. He launched himself toward the controls. His nails couldn’t activate the touch control screen, but the palm of his paw worked. He cranked up the ventilation and the oxygen. Good thing he’d studied the SpaceX Dragon manual. Now to open everyone else’s face mask.

Dancer the Hamster to the Rescue

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Down he floated to the next Secret Super. Jeremy. He felt the breeze from the increased ventilation on his fur. He popped open Jeremy’s helmet.

Next was Kayla and then Aubrey. Phew! The Supers weren’t kidding about zero-g excursions being tiring. His whole body was tense from twisting and maneuvering. He crawled back to Jeremy and awaited their awakening. He pulled his phone from his uniform and began texting. It was tricky. He had to hold with his back paws on Jeremy’s suit while he typed.

O-o-o-h,” groaned Kayla.

Mmmph?” snorted Jeremy.

Is . . . that . . . you . . . Jeremy?

“Ungh, why’d you wake me up? Oh, here’s Dancer. He’s pushing his phone at me. Let’s see what he says.”

Suddenly awake, Jeremy sat bolt upright. Or would have, if his seat harness had permitted it. “We’re in the Dragon capsule, in outer space!”

Right. Just look straight ahead. There’s the control panel and our trajectory toward the ISS.

“Oh. I was too sleepy. Ooo, what a headache! Dancer says we were all drugged by Becky Robinson.”

I knew we were in trouble when I heard she’d escaped prison.

“Is that you, Kayla?” Aubrey murmured sleepily.

Yes, Aubrey. We’ve been kidnapped again by the villainess from Coasterworld. Only now, we’re in the Dragon capsule in outer space.

What Happens Next?

“Where am I?” Dan cried. “It’s dark in here, even using everyone’s eyes.”

“We’re on our way to the ISS in the Dragon spacecraft. We’ve been kidnapped, Dan.”

“So we’re really in space? Let me float.” Dan unclipped himself from his seat and floated upward.

“Good idea!” Aubrey copied him. The two bounced around the capsule like a pair of untethered piñatas.

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“Let’s take a closer look at that control panel, Kayla. We’re in the pilot and copilot seats. Pull this lever and we move toward the panel.”

Sounds good. I guess I’m the pilot. I remember my training at Space Camp. But I don’t think I need to do anything. It’s all automated.

“Right. Let’s see if mission control is listening. Mission Control? This is Dragon, Jeremy Gentle here.”

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“Hello, Jeremy Gentle. This is your mission control,” said a female voice.

“Four of us were kidnapped and put in here. Wait, what do you mean, ‘my mission control?’”

“I’m dedicated to managing your fight. You’re non-standard astronauts, and I’ll put you on a non-standard flight. Prepare for orbital adjustment burn.”

“What? We’re on track. We don’t need any adjust—” The adjustment rockets burned. The Dragon left the track to the ISS, and warning lights appeared.

“What’s going on?” Aubrey peered over my shoulder at the screen. “We’re going off track.”

“You’re off the track for the ISS, which is right where I want you.”

“Who are you?” Dan tilted his head to the side, to listen better.

Dear Old Becky

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Becky Robinson

“Don’t you recognize my voice?” The woman’s voice suddenly sounded elderly. “I’m dear old Becky Robinson. You meddled with my plans at Coaster World. Now I’ve meddled with your plans—for good.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, dear Jeremy, you’ll become my criminal minions—Super Villains—or you’ll die. Hahaha!” she cackled.

Wait, what? Ask her about her plans. Dan, see if you can scan around Cape Canaveral and find her.

“How will you do that? We’re up here and you’re down there, wherever.”

“You’ll agree to be my servants forever, Aubrey. Or I’ll crash you down to the Earth as a fiery meteor.”

“That doesn’t seem to be negotiable.”

“Right! That’s the idea, Jeremy.”

Good! Keep her talking. Give Dan a chance to find them. Kayla thoughtcasted.

“This is hard.” Dan frowned. Both hands were on his head as he concentrated.

I passed Kayla Dancer’s cell phone. She read, “can you contact real mission control q.” Dancer couldn’t type the punctuation mark with his paws.

Where are we? Scanning the control screen, she saw their path over the Earth. They were in an orbit five-hundred-miles high, a hundred miles below the ISS. They were passing over Cuba.

So if Cuba is there, then Cape Canaveral is there. She pointed with her arm at the approximate angle. She turned the view screen toward the Earth. There were the Everglades, Miami, and up the coast, Cape Canaveral.

Resistance Is Futile

Here goes. MISSION CONTROL! THIS IS THE DRAGON CAPSULE. THE SECRET SUPERS ARE ABOARD INSTEAD OF YOUR ASTRONAUTS. WE HAVE LOST CONTROL OF THE SPACECRAFT TO OUR KIDNAPPERS. SEE IF YOU CAN RETAKE CONTROL.

“Wow, Kayla, that was loud!” Aubrey said.

I was trying to get help. I’ve never transmitted five hundred miles before. And keep it quiet. We don’t want Becky to know.

“Was that you, Kayla, my little secret super? I heard your message even here,” Becky said.

Oops.

“Don’t expect NASA or SpaceX to help you. We have complete control of your spacecraft and communications.

“Even here? Where are you, Becky?”

“Ha-ha-ha. Wouldn’t you like to know, Dan, so you can read my mind? You’ll never find me. The world’s too big to scan it all.”

“I know. How about a hint?”

“You’re a funny man. But enough joking around. You’ve got twenty-four hours to surrender your lives to me forever. By the way, we’ve got your parents and the NSA agents who were protecting you. Any lying or betrayal and they all die. Mwah-ha-ha! Your mission control is out.”

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