Release date: October 4th 2013
Self-Published
Purchase: Amazon
BOOK DESCRIPTION:
On Cleo’s first day at St. Aloysius Gonzaga Academy, things get pretty weird pretty fast. After being confronted by a strangely hostile boy, she meets two girls and instantly bonds with them. Before long danger threatens the entire student body, in the form of a soul eating possessor fae. When her brother is savagely beaten and left in a coma, the girls decide to use their fae powers to become superheroes and stop the possessions.
They quickly learn things are a lot more complicated than they had ever imagined. A government plot that had begun when they were infants endangers them all, and a demented former soldier bent on revenge is after them. The line between friend and foe has become so blurry, Cleo has no idea who she can trust. Will their superhero plot help them save the day, or just get them killed?
Excerpt:
Someone slammed into my shoulder,
making me stumble into my brother. I whipped around, my hair flying
around my head as I lost control of my power. Logan stood there, a
wicked grin tilting up one corner of his mouth. I considered letting
a little of my explosive power loose, but I’d be on a slippery
slope if I did. I knew from past experience that I must be starting
to glow by now, but the other students seemed to be filing past
without noticing. With more willpower than I thought I possessed, I
reined myself in. Once the fires were quenched, I realized what a bad
idea it would have been to let them out. I glanced around, but the
only people who seemed to have noticed were Violet and Antonio.
“What exactly is going on?” Violet
asked. She narrowed her eyes as she studied me. “I…felt
something. And I think you glowed.”
I wanted to tell her nothing had
happened aside from a confrontation with a jerk, but Logan wasn’t
done being a grade-A bully.
Logan got really close, almost in my
face. “Fae.” He spat the word like it was distasteful. “And a
good girl I’d bet.” He packed so much malice into the words, I
felt offended, despite the fact that I really was a good girl.
My brother’s strong fingers wrapped
around my upper arm, pulling me back. As I took one reluctant step
away from the boy who’d been trying so desperately to rile me up,
my hand raised, my fingers clenched tightly in a fist I was moments
from throwing. And if I lost control of myself, even for a moment, I
could turn the school into a fiery inferno. I took a deep breath to
calm myself as I glanced around at the students who had no idea how
close they had been to disaster.
Something odd was going on here. Why
weren’t the humans noticing us using magic in the middle of the
hall? They should be freaking out, stampeding out the doors and
reporting the freaks to the government by now. Instead they just
hurried about their lives, chattering about inconsequential things as
if they were life and death. I suppose to them, it was. But it was
hard to imagine a formal dance as the most important event of the
year when you’re standing toe to toe with a boy who wanted to hurt
you simply because you were there.
“You reek of good.” Logan was
cloaked in darkness as he spoke, shadows rolling around him like
smoke. Horns curved forward out of the dark hair on top of his head,
the tips curving up to his hairline. I glanced around again but the
students continued to flow around us as if they didn’t see
anything. Maybe they couldn’t.
My brother coughed and I could feel a
surge of energy in him, a strange sixth sense we shared. I grabbed
his wrist before he did something as stupid, as I tried not to do the
same. I glanced around again, still expecting everyone to be standing
and staring at us. Aside from a few scattered stragglers, we were
alone in the hall. A boy with dark curls rounded the corner, rushing
to Logan’s side. He grabbed his arm and gave him a shake.
“Dude, back off.”
Logan snarled at him, and the shorter
boy’s eyes glowed red, moving as if the irises were made of liquid.
With his jaw set, Logan stepped backwards away from me.
“Is this entire school made up of
fae?” I asked, spinning to face forward with my hands thrown up in
the air. Too late I remembered Violet walking along beside us,
oblivious to the fae world.
She took the weirdness in stride. “Not
entirely, but we seem to have more than our fair share. I think all
the teachers are, and a good chunk of the staff too.”
Or maybe not so oblivious. I didn’t
realize I had stopped until she turned to face me.
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