Equilibrium

Cover by Natasha Snow

About Superpowered Love 1: Equilibrium

Hansen has been hot for Sam since they first bonded over their secret superpowers—literally hot, since Hansen can produce fire from thin air. But Sam is always covered in girls, so Hansen keeps his feelings deeply buried and settles for being Sam's best friend.

Then Sam's electrical powers go haywire in public, and in the fallout a mutual attraction is forced to the surface—but bisexuality is new to Sam, and Hansen is afraid to admit he's in love. And in the midst of trying to figure out themselves and each other, they have to face—and survive—the unfriendly witness to Sam's explosion.

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Excerpt - Page One

I first met Sam when I caught him trying to blow up a toaster in the cafeteria. Well, he wasn't trying, but he almost did it anyhow. Not the kind of guy I normally would've spoken to—standing there at seven a.m. in shin guards and knee socks with one of those beat-up "Property of Falls State University" T-shirts hugging broad shoulders. The kind of guy I would've looked at long and hard when he had his back turned, sure, but not spoken to. 

But I saw that unmistakable blue light spark at his fingertips, heard him sputter, "Dammit!" And then the toaster he'd been wrangling started smoking, sending the smell of burning plastic up to the negligent cafeteria gods. 

He flushed hard under that mess of shiny strawberry-blond hair. I would've felt bad for him even if he weren't hot, but it didn't hurt, not gonna lie. "It happens," I said, attention back on my cinnamon toast preparation. "I melted the coffeepot once when I was having a shitty morning." 

I felt him look at me, but he didn't say anything. When I finally looked up to see if he was pissed, he was just staring at me, openmouthed and wide-eyed. 

It was a good look for him. 

"You…?" he finally said. Or almost said, I guess. 

"Yeah, but you electric types get it worse when it comes to appliances. Can be a real motherfucker, huh?" 

"Oh my god. You mean…?" He looked around, like he was afraid someone was listening, but the place was nearly empty that early in the morning. Just some nerds like me with eight a.m. classes and no social life to keep them up at night, and a few hard drinkers who hadn't been to bed yet. 

"Uh, they have no idea what we're talking about," I said. And if they did, well, then odds were they were awakened too. 

"How do you—I mean…?" 

I was starting to think the guy was a few bricks shy. Then again, it would've been unfair if he was smart and hot. Hard not to focus on his mouth, the way it was still hanging open like that, all straight white teeth and sensitive-looking lips that probably tasted like strawberries. 

I shifted, leaning against the counter, and forced myself to focus. "I just watched you fry a toaster. They"—I nodded at the lethargic breakfast kids— "wouldn't know, but to someone who's awakened, it's pretty obvious." 

He fluttered his pale eyelashes. "I have no idea what that means. I mean, I think I do, but—" 

It took that long for me to realize what was going on with him. So he wasn't the stupid one. I was. Great. "You don't know any others?" 

He shook his head. "I just thought something was wrong with me." 

"Holy shit, man. How long?" 

"Like, five years or something." 

Ouch. "What about your parents?" 

"I'm adopted." 

I snapped my mouth shut. 

"It's cool, man. No big deal. Well, except, you know." 

"Yeah. I guess so." 

He held out one hand. "Sam MacLeod." 

I shook it. "Hansen Marks." 

"Can we, like, talk or something? I mean, I have to go to practice, or I'm benched for the next game, but after?" 

By winter finals, I'd fallen ass over teakettle for him. Two years later, we were roommates. 

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