Also, here's a look at chapter two from Fall of the Dark Heroes:
As I bit my tongue, watching her, my ears picked up the sound of shuffling footsteps in an adjacent room—the bathroom. I pivoted in the stool, placing a hand on the countertop, prepared to bounce out of my seat.
“Someone’s in your apartment,” I said urgently. My veins sparkled black as my body activated panic mode.
“Oh, I meant to tell you—” Stevie was cut off yet again by the sound of the bathroom door whining open.
I stood up, ready to strike before I recognized the figure emerging from the steaming restroom. My muscles tightened at the sight of Hayashi Hiro in a towel… and only a towel wrapped under his chiseled abdomen. His bare feet strolled into the room with his face buried into another cloth, ruffling his wet hair. He was slightly smaller than Stevie, standing at five feet, eight inches tall, with bushy, black hair spiked from the towel’s friction.
I wanted to turn away, mortified that I was gawking at a half-naked man, but I was so bewildered that I was frozen.
Stevie cleared her throat loudly, nervously. Once Hiro removed the towel, his eyes found me quickly. His pale skin flooded, and he tensed up like a statue.
I finally had the strength to turn away, cupping my hand over my peripherals for good measure. “So… how was Japan?”
“Uh…hot,” Hiro answered awkwardly.
