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KV Taylor writes things. They're scary and sometimes pretty and always f#@ked. KVTaylor.com works, too. Her not-so-secret superhero/pr0n star identity is Katey Hawthorne. She also writes things, but they involve lots of superpowers and sex. Er, romance. Right, that. KateyHawthorne.com FTW. |
Good pic for Emma. *takes note*
(Source: evokesome, via fuckyeahcourt)
I’ve been super happy (and a little surprised, I admit) to get a lot of questions about what’s coming next and when, lately. Unfortunately I don’t have the answer to either, but I can share some of what I’m working on — and what I’ll be working on while vacationing. So that’s what April will be about!
I’m gonna start with Malory Claremont, since people seem interested in where that’s going. …
In which @JayHJay432 reviews Equilibrium and its tiny (free!) sequels. Awesome x 1000!
Sex.
No, seriously. This excerpt? Sex.
Well, the beginning of sex, anyhow. Click at your own risk. (You know you wanna.)

In which I talk about Riot Boy and Equilibrium.
Or, in the words of Jane Austen, “My own darling children.” :D
(From today’s TRS party, so feel free to follow the link and comment if you want - reposting excerpts as links to keep them accessible.)
Jamie doesn’t usually have trouble controlling his electrical superpowers these days. He’s pretty badass with it, actually; a little too badass — as in, he still has some pretty serious nightmares about a certain accident over ten years ago.
But sometimes, just sometimes, when he’s around Kellan, his powers freak out a little. Which is kind of bad news, since Jamie can’t exactly have that “So, I have superpowers” talk with Kelly just yet. He has a whole covert society to protect, after all.
Luckily, however, they’re usually too busy when things act up for Kelly to take a lot of notice.
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PG-13 Excerpt from Nobody’s Hero by Katey Hawthorne
I closed the door behind us.
Kellan made his way across the room, looking around as if he hadn’t seen it in a long time. He gestured to a nearby rack of plastic gold awards and said, “So, these are my track trophies. And there’s my first Spider-Man poster. Thrilling.”
I flipped the lock. He grinned.
I was on him in a heartbeat, pinning him against the wall next to his high school memorabilia, my hands in his hair and my mouth opening under his. The usual wet thrill raced down my spine, waking up the electricity in me, but it was more this time. I slipped one of my thighs between his, pressed him tight against the wall, and wanted—
Actually, I didn’t know what I wanted. Maybe just to melt into him once and for all.
He pressed his hips into me, hummed happily as we closed it off, and lodged two fingers of each hand into the waist of my jeans on either side, warm against my skin. When I touched his face, it crackled.
He started. “Jesus, you’re all staticky. You dragging your feet or something?”
I gritted my teeth and got myself under control. This new development where I forgot myself around him was a pain in the ass. I would’ve been more worried, but thank God, a little static shock was a mundane enough occurrence that it wouldn’t raise eyebrows. I wrapped one arm around his neck, smoothing down a few stray hairs that were standing on end from the charge. Goddamn, that was adorkable. “Dunno. Should I make a pun about you and me and electricity, or is that too much?”
He smiled, dimple and all, and I got that feeling again, like he’d punched me in the solar plexus.
It was the music, probably. The effects of that sad, romantic song Tara had finished with.Fucking Irish and their depressing stories. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, couldn’t keep my hands off him, and maybe I never had been able to, but this was different. It was like all his pugnacious instincts and that hard outer shell and the surprising sensitivities and glaring soft spots all made sense, of a sudden, and it was even better than I’d expected, and I was amazed and stunned and madly in love with him.
Oh God.
Oh. God.
I shut my eyes tight and kissed him again, as much to keep me from speaking as because I needed the kiss. He turned his face and went with it, slipping one hand into my back pocket. When that kiss finished, he said, “You’re sure this isn’t too—”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” I kissed him again, hard, demanding, more than a little desperate. He put his other arm around me, holding me tight, and gave it right back. Like he understood, knew exactly what I needed. His long, hard body shifted between me and the wall, and the whole room seemed to grow hotter around us.
If I didn’t stop soon, it was going to get painful, but I couldn’t. I started to tell myself maybe there was time for a little something, just to hold us over until we got home. I slipped my hand between our hips and found his semihard cock, rubbed it through his jeans, and hummed into his ear.
He gasped. “Holy fuck. Is there anywhere you won’t do it?”
“Nope.” I squeezed gently, felt up over his dickhead, then back down again. “You?”
“Apparently not.” His hand slipped into the back of my pants, beneath my underwear, fingers digging hard into my ass.
I disentangled my arm from around his neck and went for his zipper. “It’s okay—I locked the door. Think you can be quick?”
“I think I’m about to need new underwear. That quick enough?”
Want more? Yeah, so do they — and I promise, they get it. Eventually. There’s a bit over at the Nobody’s Hero page that involves alcoholic whipped cream though, if that helps.
And don’t forget to enter the giveaway!
In which I post snippets of Kellan-nerdery. Generally involving Spider-Man.
He has a thing. (No IDEA where he got it…)

New superpowered love from Katey Hawthorne! Currently available from the publisher, Loose Id, but other sellers will follow shortly. I’ll keep updating the page as they come.
Yay!
(PS That there pretty cover? That’s alllll PL Nunn.)

The glory of a shiny new PL Nunn cover. Nobody’s Hero, March 13. Hell yeah. Click on through, my friends, for the whole story and a much larger and therefore prettier version.
Fun reactions today —
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My brother: They are so in love. I can FEEL it.
Me: I KNOW.
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Best friend: Ooooh I want lick the guy with the glasses.
Me: Oh, you’ll like him. That’s Catholic Boy.
Best friend: EVEN BETTER.
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My neighbor: Oh my god, that’s intense.
Me: Totally. *tells her what my brother said* Ha!
Neighbor: Well, that’s funny. But… you actually can feel it.
Me: I KNOW RIGHT?
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Yeah yeah, I’m a pile of mush. But, like — look at them!
Click on through to get some early, early info on the next round of superpowered love. Or just to hear Jamie wax philosophical on beer, and Kellan get his Y-fronts in a twist over comics. It’s all good.
Riot boy is the first book I’ve read by Katey Hawthorne and it definitely won’t be my last. I loved Ms. Hawthorne’s creative world building skills and uniquely sexy characters that seemed to live and breathe off of the written page. Riot Boy was a book that once I started I had to finish it in one setting and has a very fast paced storyline that kept me captivated with it until I finished the last word.
-Daisiemae, Night Owl Reviews
C’monnn click on through for the rest of this rad review — it’s a Top Pick! Hot punk rock boy awaits — and he really, really needs love <3
It’s true. Riot Boy is a thing, a real thing, and you can get it from Loose Id riiiiiiiiight now! Riiiiight here, even! Not sure yet? Hey, it’s cool. Check out the Riot Boy page at Superpowered Love, where you can meet Et and Brady, our intrepid *cough* heroes *cough*, catch some excerpts, and generally get an idea of what this is all about. Short version: punk rock, Rimbaud, handcuffs, superpowered street fights, and supervillains.

Punk rock, Rimbaud, handcuffs, and supervillains. RIOT BOY lands at Loose Id next month. Check out the page for character stats and shiny new excerpts!
X-23 vs Shadowcat by ~kevinTUT on Deviantart.
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Billy with his new costume
cuz omg I love it
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I dated a white girl one time and she said it was ok.
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Bit the bullet, bought some tap shoes and am trying a class tonight!