• Highest Rank #2 in supervillain • "Do you trust me?" he asked, still staring at the gray door. "Of course not," I said, as if the idea were absurd. A ghost of a smile crept at the corner of his mouth. His hand latched onto my arm. Panic started to pool out of my nerves. I glanced back and forth between his gloved hand and the concealing hood upon his head. Curiosity never hit me so deeply than it did at that moment, as I wondered who was under the hood. Who it was that I was supposed to trust. "Who are you?" I timidly reached my free hand up to his head, fingers tingling all the while. He didn't try to stop me. There was a brief second when excitement exploded inside me, propelling my hand all the more quicker, millimeters away from touching the black cloth. Ghost grabbed my hand mid-air, his reflexes acting lightning-fast. I started. Drums began to pound in my ears. My heartbeat rose about ten notches. He had his entire hand wrapped around my wrist, and he slowly eased it down until it was parallel with my body. "A villain can choose to reveal his identity, but not knowing is the beauty of mystery," Ghost said lowly, his right hand coming up to push back a loose strand of hair from my face. "Now close your eyes." Reluctantly I shut my eyes, but not because he had commanded the action. It was more out of fear of what was going to happen next.

You've heard the tales of Spiderman. You've heard the tales of Superman and Batman. You know all about their romances and struggles. But I bet you've never heard the tale about White Hawk. Now I'm not White Hawk, no I'm far from it, I don't have powers and I'm nothing special but I do know a thing or too about him. I also know that I'm completely in love with him. Even though I have no idea who he actually is. This is my story about love, superheros and silly fan girls on the side. The first book in the Superhero Legends Series.

Book One of the Vigilante Chronicles In a world where superheroes are a reality-or at least in Focal City they are-Rowan Hayes didn't want anything to do with them. But when a surprise encounter with Focal's greatest batch of heroes leaves Rowan with a new perspective and a lack of tights, she finds herself in the center of all the madness. When new friends and too many enemies start becoming Rowan's reality, she finds that maybe she has more to do with Focal Cities Superheroes then she knew. Secrets are unraveled, lives are endangered, and with a Superman who many be stealing more than Rowan's tights, can this sixteen year old girl survive? One things for sure: Rowan may be a damsel She may be in distress But she doesn't need anyone else to do the saving. She does it herself.

What do you do when your life suddenly turns into a comic book? Things aren't looking too good for Mackenzie Reyes The city is on lockdown, a team of angry super humans are on the loose, and the guy she loves is being held captive. It's up to Mack to save the day once again and the stakes have never been higher. Mackenzie Reyes tried being a sidekick. Mackenzie Reyes tried being a hero. This time around she just might have to get a little villainous. [Book #3 in the Super Series]

"It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's just some idiot in spandex." Arabella Jones is your average American teenage girl, she even lives in one if America's most prosperous cities, Empire City, California. She's a sucker for the performing arts and owns two bookcases full of young adult novels. Well maybe she's not so much like your average American teenager. Everything in Arabella's life seems to be finally going perfect, right up until the city's most famous superhero come barging through her widow at two in the morning on a school night. All she used to have to worry about was what part she was going to get in the musical and if the boy she's been crushing on since freshman year likes her back or not. But these worries are nothing compared to her newfound super stalkers. Now it seems that the city's only hope, and her's, is a teenage boy dressed in spandex who still hasn't learned not to wear his underwear on the outside of his clothes.

What do you do when your life suddenly turns into a comic book? Mackenzie Reyes is totally over the whole superhero thing. She just wants to forget all about the Hero and get back to normal life. But that becomes difficult when a team of new Supers make their way to Vertigo City. They have the cool costumes, the awesome powers, and claim to be heroes but it's still a mystery where they came from. With Genesis Labs destroyed that means there's someone else out there making Supers. Now Mack is pulled back into the world of masks and capes. There are more secrets to uncover, more villains to fight, and the day needs saving. Again. Only this time the whole city is at stake. In a city of heroes it's sometimes hard to tell who the real villain is. [Book #2 in the Super Series]

What do you do when your life suddenly turns into a comic book? There are people with superpowers flying around, giant monsters attacking downtown, and a secret society determined to take over the world. Mackenzie Reyes never wanted to be a hero but when a cute boy wearing a mask flies up to her window begging for her help she can't say no. He doesn't know why he has his powers but for some reason he believes Mackenzie is the only person who can make things right. But if she's going to stop the villain, figure out the mystery, and save the day Mackenzie is going to need a miracle of SUPER proportions.

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