Synopsis: 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?
A boy in the back row faked a cough. “Squaw.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Really? Wow, talk about a welcome.”
Heat flooded through me, but I shoved it down. I wouldn’t let this pig get a rise out of me. “Because of racist jerks like you? I’d have nowhere to go.” Most the kids in the class looked confused. Apparently they had no idea he had essentially called me a dirty whore. Historically, the word had simply referred to the dutiful wife, but modern language had twisted it into a slur. My chin rose as I took a long, slow breath and spoke in a carefully measured tone. I flashed him a fake smile that didn’t touch the rest of my features. “Besides, you think you have what it takes to send me running with my tail between my legs?”
He stood up, I guessed about six-and-a-half feet of him. His skin was darker than mine, but with the olive undertone of the Mediterranean. His brown hair was deliberately messy, his brown eyes hard and cold. He was big in every dimension, with broad beefy shoulders, sculpted arms and legs. Dark stubble peppered the rounded chin lowered toward his chest. “I think you won’t last a week here at Saint Algo.”
Mrs. Reid shook a finger at him. “Logan Ricci, is that any way to speak to your fellow students? We should welcome others with light and warmth.”
I suppressed the fire growing inside me, resisting the urge to show him some light. I closed my eyes and took a few more deep breaths, calming myself and finding my center. My temper was getting harder to control, and with it my abilities. Whoever thought having someone come into supernatural powers at the same time they started puberty wasn’t really using the old cranium. I minimized my time soaking in the starlight, but the fire and combustion born in their fiery hearts still fought to be released.
About the Author: Elizabeth has a near crippling Facebook addiction, dwarfed only by her need for Dr. Pepper. A self-proclaimed techno geek, she loves cell phones, computers, tablets and all things technological. The internet has to be the greatest invention since the wheel, in her opinion. She lives in a quiet subdivision with her husband, one-year-old son, three cats, and far too many electronics. It’s quite possible she has some raccoon in her DNA, because she loves glitter and anything that sparkles. She enjoys making jewelry and costumes. Halloween is her favorite holiday since it’s the one day of the year that you can be whatever you want. But her first love will always be writing. Otherwise, hearing voices in her head would make her feel schizophrenic.