Superpowered Love News!

All manner of Superpowered Love news here today, y'all. I am excite!

ITEM #1:

Losing Better is going to print! Gosh, it'll look so pretty up there next to the Equilibrium/Riot Boy omni and Nobody's Hero. Obviously there will be a giveaway to celebrate when it happens, but for now, let's just admire how pretty Gabriel and Andrew are, shall we?

Thanks be to PL Nunn, amiright?

Yyyeah. All their animosity and stress and cold-electric love, coming soon to a bookshelf  near you.

ITEM #2:

New Superpowered Love in the works, and this one has never before been mentioned! The working title is In Distress. It is tentatively scheduled for early spring as part of a larger themed event at Loose Id, but obviously there's some stuff to be shifted around when we're this far out, right?

Like Riot Boy, In Distress will deal with the perils of falling for a superpowered boy from a sleeper perspective--aka, no powers, yourself. Indeed, never even heard of powers. There's adventure and excitement that drop the hero, Eddie Kim, in waaaaay over his head right from the beginning... even if he doesn't know it.

And, at least in this draft, it begins with a house fire and rescue. This may change drastically between now and then, but here's a snippet of my WiP just to introduce you to Eddie. Who is kind of a little weirdo. Hopefully in a likable way!:

When Gloria showed me the apartment, she said, "Eddie, sweetie, we're re-doing the whole kitchen, don't even sweat it, okay?"

And I said, "The whole kitchen? Oh no. No, no, no, you have got to let me keep that old stove. It's adorable." Lots of italics, just like that, because Gloria's just one of those people who inspires other people to talk with italics in random places.

So maybe I'll just blame the fire on italics. Because that stove, oh my God, I don't know what even happened, but it set some shit on fire about six months later. And there I was, sleeping like a cliché-baby on my little futon, probably dreaming about that guy who plays Jon Snow in Game of Thrones. About him crawling up that giant ice wall with my thighs wrapped around his waist, saving me from the attacking Wildlings. Me shifting my hips (gotta keep warm on the Wall somehow) and whispering into his ear, "Faster, baby, winter is coming."

I have weird dreams sometimes.

The point is that I probably would've died if someone hadn't grabbed my arms and hauled me to my feet. Which I also thought was a dream--but no. The first thing I noticed was that the hands pulling me around were large and gloved--and freezing cold even through the leather. Or maybe I was just hot, because I was sweating and having trouble breathing--but then I shivered violently.

"You're okay--just come with me," said the voice attached to the hands.

My feet slipped on inexplicable ice. The strong, gloved hands steadied me, and the voice said, "Shit, sorry." Then my feet were wet, but it wasn't so slippery, and I could walk.

And some guy in a black hoodie and leather gloves was leading me out of my smoke-filled apartment in the middle of the night. As we turned into the hallway, flame flicked up at the end. He held out a gloved hand. By the firelight, I saw frost spread in a flash over the wall and floor, snuffing out the flames.

I shivered again and decided I was still dreaming. And if I took this guy's hood off, it was clearly going to be Jon Snow. Maybe I should jump on his back?

And that's all I have for today. Back to work making Eddie my damsel in distress. Or... maybe he's the hero after all. Dun dun DUNNNN!