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About: In ANTI-HEROES BOOK II: BAD BOY Jinx confronts his dad, Nikki is wounded in battle, Serena is called upon to control and utilize her Grey magic, and Isaac makes a difficult life decision. The kids learn very quickly that it isn’t easy being Geek…
Excerpt: Jinx and Isaac let out a cry as the pillar of darkness and the black, batlike figure of Nix collided in midair.
“Ah, shit, man,” Isaac swore. “This ain’t gonna end well.”
“Don’t I know it.” From the first day they had met in kindergarten, Jinx had known that Nikki was powerful. Nix was ten times as powerful as Nikki, and she didn’t have Nikki’s sense of fair play.
The darkness that was Satan shuddered even as Nix swirled through and around it like a black meteor, leaving a trail of her own murky darkness in her wake, wracking the branches nearby and sending down swirls of autumn leaves. As Nix reached the top of the pillar, where two bright, ruby-red eyes stared maliciously out at the world, a giant, almost formless hand snapped outward, grabbing her throat and halting her in mid-air.
“You’re impressive, little vampire,” Jinx’s dad said in a smoky, gravelly voice. “But not that impressive. You still have much to learn.”
He flung her away. Nix sailed end over end and collided with a nearby tree. Her wings tangled in the upper branches, sending down an even bigger pile of leaves.
By that time, the people in the mall parking lot had noticed the battle and had started racing in their direction, and Jinx, cringing in the bushes beside Isaac, wondered about human nature. Weren’t people supposed to run away from danger, not toward it? Yet the citizens of Sky City stubbornly began clustering together, alone, in pairs, even families with children, just to watch the angry swirl of darkness rising above the parking lot. It was no wonder to him that there were so many crimes in Sky City; the people here were too stupid to live.
Soon a few small dots appeared in the sky. Jinx recognized these as The Alliance, the coalition of Supers that watched over Sky City. He immediately picked out the white streak that indicated that Supernova was on his way, or the new Supernova, anyway—the original having died during the Battle of Two Moons. Behind him appeared his sidekick, The Rocket, and farther out the all-terrain Sky Vehicle that was ushering the non-flying Atlas and The Earthmover to the scene of the battle.
“I think it would be best to get out of here,” Jinx suggested, staring at the angry, roiling cloud that was his dad as he turned his attention on The Alliance. “Those stupid Supers will be here any second, and you just know they’re gonna blame us for this.”
Isaac straightened up. “Well, technically, it is our fault,” he said as he went to the tree where Nix, now Nikki, was tangled up. He gave it a shake, but although Nikki squeaked in surprise, it didn’t dislodge her, so Isaac grabbed the base of the tree and started to uproot it slowly, inch by inch.
Jinx watched, fairly impressed by Isaac’s show of strength. “It’s not our fault those chuckleheads blame us for this shit. It’s not like I asked to be the son of Satan, or you wanted your dad to do to you…what he did to you.” He knew how sensitive his friend was about that and chose not to elaborate.
Isaac gave Jinx a poignant look as he pulled the tree out of the ground as easily as a child pulling a candle off a birthday cake. Nikki screamed as he lowered the tree so his sister could untangle her hair. “Look, man, you know I’d go anywhere with you, Nikki too, but you can’t let your old man keep pushing you around like this.”
Jinx glared back. “Says the kid who won’t try out for hockey because his dad would pitch a fit.”
“This isn’t the same thing.” Isaac pointed toward the darkness, which was kicking up quite a wind.
Leaves and loose branches swirled past them and caught in their hair. Satan, having realized The Alliance was on their way, was making quite a show. The shoppers gathered in the parking lot, finally realizing there was a real danger involved, had begun backing up, though not quickly enough. Satan was growing larger by the moment and Jinx realized that his dad was on a roll, shaking his fist at The Alliance as Supernova, in full Nephilim form and looking especially angelic, descended to do battle with his archenemy.
He watched the other members of The Alliance descending, ready to mix it up with their old enemy. “Fine. You look after Nikki. I’ll take care of this.” He glanced up once at the roiling darkness looming over them, then turned and dived straight into it.
Jinx stood in the eye of the storm and stared down at his feet where a handgun—he was pretty sure it was a high-powered magnum—was lying on the pavement. He grabbed up the gun and checked it for ammo. Yep, it was a .44, so big he could feel the strain in his wrists when he hefted its weight. “You’re my son, Jinx. I just want what’s best for you,” came his dad’s needling voice in his head. He didn’t have to include the implied threat—that he was going to level the city until Jinx made him proud.
“Yeah, Dad. You and everyone else,” he said and tucked it inside the waistband of his jeans, pulled his hoodie down over the bulge, and headed for the convenience store across the street, leaving Satan to do battle with The Alliance and create a distraction for him.
Inside the store, the single, remaining patron was hovering by the door, peeking out at the ensuing battle in the parking lot of the mall, and the clerk stood behind the counter at the back. She was a girl his age, though one he didn’t know. She was paging through a battered copy of Sixteen and talking on her cell phone, punctuating her sentences with noncommittal “uh-huhs,” and “Yeah, looks like the city’s gonna get busted up again…what’s that?…nah, it’s The Alliance against some big, dark smoke monster. Can’t say if it’s from hell or another planet. Hey, maybe it’s from the hell of another planet? That would be different…”
Jinx kept his head down, his hood up, and feigned interest in the candy aisle as he slowly migrated toward the counter. His heart was running like a clock in his chest and his palms were sweating so badly he had to keep wiping them on the outside of his hoodie. The girl gave him a bored look as he approached, clearly unimpressed with his appearance. He really couldn’t blame her. After all, it was hard to compete with the show outside, Satan clashing with The Alliance.
“Gotta go,” the clerk said. “Some burnout with bad hair wants to check out. But I’ll call you right back.” She hung up and gave him an annoyed look.
The comment rankled Jinx. Girls like this one were always making comments like that at school, like he was less than them, like he was less than everyone, and the sudden spurt of anger helped him straighten up and eye the girl menacingly. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” he told her, trying to make his voice as gravelly and as deep as his dad’s.
“Sure, no problem,” she said, checking her text messages.
“And you should look at me when I’m talking to you.”
She raised an eyebrow at that. “Okay, cookie.”
“I mean it. Don’t make me hurt you.”
She finally graced him with her attention. “And you are?”
“Jinx. A black Nephilim.”
“Is that like a gang? You don’t look black.”
Jinx snorted. “I’m not a black man. I’m a black angel.” He thought about unzipping his hoodie and showing off his wings, but he didn’t show anyone those. The day he went to school for the first time, his mom had drunkenly taped them down and warned him to never, ever tell anyone about them, or else they’d put him in a circus.
She looked him up and down like she was having a hard time believing that.
“My dad’s Satan,” Jinx said. “He’s outside, fighting The Alliance.”
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Watch for Book III: Half Life coming soon!
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Coming very soon…
It’s not easy being Geek…
In the next episode of our ongoing serial, Jinx confronts his dad, Nikki is wounded in battle, Serena is called upon to control and utilize her Grey magic, and Isaac makes a difficult life decision. Meanwhile, the investigation into the death of Blaze, once a great member of the Alliance, is ongoing. Could Jinx be responsible, like everyone seems to think?
Anti-Heroes Book II: Bad Boy is coming very soon!
Don’t forget to grab Anti-Heroes Book I: New Girl. See what happens on Serena’s first day of school at Sky City High. It isn’t easy being the daughter of The Night Witch.
New Girl (Anti-Heroes Book I) is now available on Nook! Why not surf over and pick yourself up a copy? Perfect fall reading! Click the link above, below, or the book cover to purchase the ebook.
Watch for Book II: Bad Boy coming soon!
New Girl (Anti-Heroes Book 1)
Louise Bohmer & K.H. Koehler
About: Get Ready to Root for the Villain…
Serena is the new girl in a school that caters to not just “Norms,” but the sons and daughters of the world’s greatest Superheroes. The problem? She’s the daughter of the Night Witch, a cardinal member of the League of Extreme Evil. She’d love to join the other super teens and prove she isn’t the villain that her mother was, but it isn’t long before she falls in with a group of Supervillains that the school calls the Geek Squad, which includes a biochemically created vampire named Nikki, a genetically altered jock named Isaac, and Jinx, the son of Satan himself!
She’s immediately attracted to Jinx, but Serena has vowed to do what’s right. But there are secrets buried deep within Serena’s past that threaten to kill her, and even rock the foundation of Earth itself! An evil decay is reaching out from a distant star, and the Supers and Geeks will need to work together in order to defeat it–if they can keep from killing each other. The Supers thought the greatest battle for control of Earth had been fought and won, but a cosmic war is coming, and it isn’t long before it’s difficult to tell the difference between hero and villain.
Book I in a new online serial!
Excerpt: Serena Swanson knew the first day at a new school was apt to suck on a cosmic level, but she had no idea that someone would set the lunchroom on fire.
The problem had begun in first period Algebra, which was fitting somehow, seeing how nothing good had ever come out of Algebra. Being the new girl, she had picked a seat a little behind the exact middle of the class. That was important, she reasoned, since sitting in the front told the world that you were a suck-up who would be shooting her hand up in the air every three-point-five seconds and trying to win brownie points with the teacher, and sitting too far in the back just pegged you as a troublemaker.
Since this was her first day, she was hoping for blessed anonymity.
Of course, that didn’t happen.
She was down in her seat for no more than three minutes before Mr. Washington singled her out. “Miss Swanson, would you like to stand up and tell the class a bit about yourself?”
In that moment, Serena decided that Sky City High had a massive mean streak running through it. “I’d rather not,” she said as politely as possible. Several of the suck-ups in the front snickered at that, the troublemakers muttered solemnly among themselves in the back, and the ones in the middle—the fans of blessed anonymity like herself—pretended to look elsewhere. She had a feeling this was the beginning of trouble.
Serena wasn’t necessarily afraid of trouble. But in a place like Sky City High, trouble took on a whole new meaning. Maybe if her mom hadn’t died in that car crash six months ago, maybe if she’d had even one relative that Serena knew was still alive, she might have wound up in a place like Seattle, Portland or Minneapolis. She could have even been happy in a little, anonymous backwoods town in Nebraska or Iowa.
But no. Her mom’s only friend Macy lived in Sky City, home of the nation’s Superheroes, and Aunt Macy had been the only one to contact her after the funeral and offer her a place to stay. So, of course, Serena wound up in the one place she hated more than any other—the one place she neither wanted nor needed to be.
She knew even without asking that there were at least three Supers in the class—most of them the suck-ups down in the front. She could feel them as they gave off their own particular psychic vibrations. The blonde girl who looked like she worked out was their leader. That Serena knew instinctively, like the way she could guess when the phone was going to ring a few seconds before it did, or what the winning lottery numbers would be that night.
The sandy-haired boy sitting to her right was her unofficial right-hand-man, and were he not biting back a snigger at Serena’s expense, she might have thought he was cute. She knew a few things about the brown-haired boy with the bright blond streaks sitting on the girl’s left: he was rich, too cute for his own good, and very, very closeted.
Suppressing the need to run screaming from the room, Serena got to her feet and tried to ignore the blonde girl, who was rolling her eyes.
damn, she’s brave
She scanned the faces of the Supers down in the front, wondering where the ambient, semi-sarcastic thought had come from, then realized the thought had originated from behind her, from the back of the class. She glanced over one shoulder, letting her internal radar guide her, and realized it had radiated from a boy at the back who was using a pocketknife to clean his fingernails.
He was a bit too tall and a bit too rangy, and his dark hair was a bit too shaggy, and his clothes a bit too scruffy and out of date, but the moment she looked at him, he looked up as if he had sensed her. He had beautiful eyes, she noted, a honey-brown so pale they looked amber. For one half second they looked sad and a little vulnerable, then she made the mistake of trying to probe his thoughts, and they darkened and turned angry and remote.
The shaggy, out-of-date boy lashed psychically out at her, as if sensing her mental invasion, and Serena nearly lurched on her feet. He didn’t look like much, but she was suddenly convinced that he was a powerful magick-wielder, whether he knew it or not. Powerful…and very, very angry. She thought how that was usually the perfect cocktail for a very good Supervillain.
She immediately turned away from him and faced Mr. Washington. She said in a rush, “I’ve lived in all different places, but Sky City seems nice. Thank you.” She probably sounded like an idiot, but the last thing she needed, or wanted, was any attention. She sat down as gracefully as possible and lowered her head while the girl down in front sniggered and elbowed her second-in-command.
After class let out, she could feel the Supers tracking her out the door. She kept her head down and hurried out into the hallway that was filling up with students rushing to their next class.
that old bitch Mrs. Henessey gave me a D she wouldn’t know a preposition if it bit her ass
where the hell’s Jason probably doing that cheerleader in the girl’s bathroom
shit if I don’t get a fix soon I don’t know what I’ll do what time is it how long before
Serena squeezed her eyes shut and looked down at the photocopied map in her hand, trying to concentrate on where her English class was instead of letting the bombardment of hundreds of ambient high school thoughts filter into her brain. She’d been more upset than she’d thought in Algebra, and she realized that at some point she’d dropped her mental shields.
In the crush of students, a girl slammed into her shoulder. It was like hitting a brick wall. The impact knocked Serena halfway across the hall, and as she slammed into a bank of lockers, she secretly—mostly subconsciously—shifted the molecular structure of the metal just a little so it felt more like bumping a mattress. The impact bounced her back into the middle of the hallway, but she stopped herself before she could crash into the blonde Super girl from Algebra.
The girl gave her a deadly look and said, quite loudly, “Freak.”
The boy with the blond streaks flanking her on her left said to the sandy-haired boy on her right, “Hey, Harrison, you wanna hold my dick?”
Harrison snickered. “I’d rather not,” he said in clear imitation of her earlier. Both boys grinned at her before racing off toward the gymnasium.
The blonde girl continued to glare. christ another geek there goes the neighborhood
“Excuse me?” Serena said without thinking and stood up straighter as a wave of anger pulsed through her body.
The blonde girl looked momentarily surprised by her reaction. “What did you say, you little shrimp?”
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