Evil Katey/Good Katey

Now seems like a good (read: utterly random) time to mention once more that the paperback edition of Equilibrium also contains Riot Boy. Yes, for not much more than the price of both eBooks, paperback superpowered love can live in your bookshelf. Hot-headed econ geeks who love their electricity-throwing soccer player best friends; bookshop managers with a jones for Rimbaud who fall for badboy punks with supervillain families. Ohhhh yeah.

Hey y’all. (Ugh I just read that to myself in an whiney Paula Deen voice. Sorry.) I’m here with winners for both of the giveaways last week. Thanks very much to everyone who dropped by. It was a really, really awesome week. And birthday!

+ Fairy Compacts news!

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Birthday giveaway of the print Equilibrium/Riot Boy omnibus. Hop on board in this post.

Yeah I’m reblogging myself. But for good reason, I swear!

Today is actually Equilibrium’s birthday. That means that one year ago today my very first novel became a real thing. It’s a book about two friends with groovy superpowers (Hansen lights shit on fire with his brain, Sam has out-of-control electricity) who get into some trouble.

Vanessa said, “Fuck you, Sam. You fucking freak.”

“Yeah, fuck you too.”

Footsteps, the door opening and then banging shut.

And this is why we shouldn’t date sleepers.

I pushed off the wall, finally trying to drag myself back to my room. Praying to God that she wouldn’t tell anyone what she’d seen. Odds were she wouldn’t, and unless she told the right person, they’d never believe—

But there was a loud bang, a crash, and a heart-wrenching electrical pop from the living room.

I backtracked. When I stumbled in, there was Sam, head hanging, standing in front of our ancient CRT TV. Or what was left of it. The screen had shattered at his feet, and a tiny flame flickered inside it, the smell of burning plastic and hot metal heavy all the way across the room.

If it had been me, I would’ve cracked some awkward joke about how we should’ve put a Faraday cage around the TV too. But it was him. And all I could think to say was, “Jesus, Sam.”

He looked up, but his eyes were a little misty, so I shut my mouth. I put out the fire as fast as I could, and he never moved except to turn his head to watch me, looking pretty wretched in general. It made me even sicker than I thought it would to see him like that. “Shit. I’m—I’m so sorry, man,” was all I could say when I got back to my feet.

He sniffled and looked away, trying to hide behind his hair. “Sorry about the TV.”

“Wanted to melt the thing for years.” I shook out my hand while it cooled down.

He looked up. His shoulders were all curved inward, caving in his broad chest. His eyes had dark rings under them. He looked like someone had kicked his ass and left him for dead.

I swallowed hard. “You want a hug or something?”

He barked out a laugh and bear-hugged me so fast I hardly had time to react. At first I didn’t really think about it, just sort of patted his back and let him put his head on my shoulder, which was weird since he had an inch or two on me. Then I realized that sticky feeling wasn’t just sweat—he was crying on me. Not sobbing, but his eyes were definitely leaking.

I’d seen him break his wrist on the field junior year. He hadn’t even cried then.

But we’d been standing there long enough that it was hard not to notice that this wasn’t a man-hug—there was no careful separation of crotch areas, no holding your ass out or keeping a certain distance so you didn’t have to feel each other breathing. His breath was hot on my neck, and his stomach was tight against mine. His arms—Jesus, he was strong—held me close.

Shit. Possibly my best friend in the world, crying because his girlfriend—ex-girlfriend—had just called him a freak, the one thing she could’ve said to destroy him completely, and here I was getting excited.

I was officially the scum of the earth.

“She said…”

I patted his back again. “I heard. Sorry. I was in the hall.”

He sniffled.

“She didn’t mean it. She didn’t know what she was saying.” I hated her for it, but fair was fair. It wasn’t their fault—sleepers all reacted like that. That was why we kept them from finding out.

He picked his head up, untangling one arm from around me to swipe at his eyes with the back of his hand. Not much damage, but his face was bright pink.

I wondered if I should back away. I wanted to, because god knew when my traitorous prick would make itself too obvious for him not to feel it. Any second now.

But he still held on to me, his other hand clutching at my shirt. “I fucking suck.”

“Yeah, look who you’re talking to. I use game theory to excuse my lack of a love life.”

He laughed, halfhearted but genuine, and put his arm around me again. I thought that’d be the end of it, another quick hug and out, but instead he put his forehead against mine and took a deep breath. We were just barely touching, hanging on to each other. Him breathing on my lips.

I closed my eyes. My heart thudded, deafening in my own ears. I was sure he’d hear it, feel it. I tried to think of anything, everything except the moment I was in, but there was no room for anything else in my world.

“I’d be dead without you,” he said.

“Don’t say that shit.” I pulled back out of pure shock, opening my eyes again.

He put a hand on either side of my face and held me there. He looked at me, really looked hard at me, just held me like that for a second that wouldn’t end.

I had a couple of wild, warring impulses right about then. Shove him away. Kiss him.

Either would’ve fucked me, so I just stood there, staring, aching.

Thanks for the angstycute moments, guys.

Anyhow, as I mentioned, I’m having a giveaway of the shiny new print Equilibrium/Riot Boy omnibus to celebrate. So click the link above—or here!—and have at it.

Cover: PL Nunn

Birthday giveaway of the print Equilibrium/Riot Boy omnibus. Hop on board in this post.

In which I discuss superpower assignation. What’s yours? :D

(Oh also giving away a superpowered romance novel. Good times. Love, sex, and fire.)

So, Equilibrium/Riot boy omnibus in print. This is a thing that is happening. Eee!

(Cover by PL Nunn)

Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning

Okay, so this isn’t technically for Equilibrium, but for “Jealousy: A Love Story”, the free short that comes after. Still, appropriate Sam’s Birthday music. <3

Arcade Fire - Ready to Start

More Equilibrium music for Sammy’s birthday. <3

[Now you’re knocking on my door
Saying, “Please come out with us tonight”
But I would rather be alone
Than pretend I feel all right
…
If I was scared, I would
And if I was pure, you know I would
And if I was yours…
but I’m not.]

Kings of Leon - Sex on Fire.

Listening to the Equilibrium soundtrack today, since it’s Sammy’s birthday. Can win a copy today!

In which @JayHJay432 reviews Equilibrium and its tiny (free!) sequels. Awesome x 1000!

In which I talk about Riot Boy and Equilibrium.

Or, in the words of Jane Austen, “My own darling children.” :D

Ms. Hawthorne really makes her characters live and breathe off of the written page. They are both charming, appealing heroes who fight their own demons, as well as support each other and their problems. I loved the open communication they had between them, and really felt the camaraderie and the respect they had for each other. -Daisiemae

Click the title link for a super sweet review of Equilibrium that popped up on Night Owl last night. Hansen is totally blushing, though he wouldn’t admit to it. Sam’s just kinda puffing his chest out to further embarrass him, but that’s love for you.

Some call it St. Valentine’s Day. Some call it Singles Awareness Day. Some call it Horny Werewolf Day. Whatever you call it, it’s about love. Or sex. Not the same, but often intertwined, and a particular area of interest here at Superpowered Love.

Which is why it’s clearly time for a giveaway.

Check out the Free Reads page for a little gift, from me to you. “Best Gift Ever”, another fluffy, smutty-sweet Equilibrium short story. This one’s all about Christmas, family, love — oh, and the odd sugarkink. Just here and there. You know how it is.

(Don’t say I never gave you anything, amiright?)

That awesome cover? Yeah. Drawn by Astro. Grrrr, Sammy. Grrr.

Quick update on the little “Jealousy” short freebie. You can still get it as a pdf or htm file from my box.net folder, of course. But as of today, it’s also available in multiple formats as a Smashwords edition and for reading or downloading at Goodreads. So if you’ve been kinda iffy about downloading it from me directly, prefer ePub, etc etc, this one’s for you.

I’ve also…