Friday, December 28, 2018

Blogtour: Nobody's Hero by Katey Hawthorne


Please welcome Katey Hawthorn with

Nobody's Hero 

Superpowered Love #3


Jamie Monday lives in two different worlds. With his family, he's the golden child of awakened superpowered society. He's meant to do great things and pass on his powers—with the appropriate girl, hand-picked by his mother. He's already failed at the first, so he can't bring himself to tell her the wife and children aren't happening either.

With his friends, he's the social director and life of the party. He's also an out gay man with an appetite for quick and easy lays. It's tough to have a relationship when you're hiding off-the-charts electrical powers, but Jamie doesn't mind.

Not until the prickly, paddy rocking, geeky-hot new guy at work shows him what he's been missing. Kellan's singular combination of dirty mouth and pure soul makes Jamie spark right from the beginning. But if he's going to overcome Kelly's defensive front and reach the gentle heart inside, Jamie will first have to come to terms with his own divided lives.

The Superpowered Love series explores the mixed-up love lives of the “awakened”, humans with awakened thermal or electrical superpowers.


First Date Nerves

Thanks for having me here at My Fiction Nook! I’m dropping in with an exclusive excerpt from the newest Superpowered Love Book, Nobody’s Hero, today. Though the books explore the love lives of superpowered folk, this particular superpowered guy, Jamie, is sweet on a “sleeper”, someone without superpowers, called Kellan. Also, they work together. So… complicated.

Without further ado, let’s jump right into that first date feeling!

I said, as we waited for the Down button to work its magic, "And, just for the record, if you end up hating me, I am really good with smoothing shit over. So you won't have to be all awkward at work."
[Kellan] was looking at the door with that lopsided smile on his face. "I'm definitely not going to hate you."
Seeing as it was after-hours, the elevator popped right up. We got inside, and I put myself a little too close. "You never know. It could happen."
He leaned against the wall, looked me in the eye—he was close enough that it sent a lightning bolt into my stomach—and said, "There's no way you're that fucking clueless, James."
"Oh, so you do like me."
He grinned full on. "What I know of you."
"A lot?"

"Shit, you weren't kidding about the narcissism."
"You mind?"
"No. God help me, I like that too."
I'd done so well up to that point, if not controlling, then at least hiding my inappropriate urges. But there was something about being alone in that small space with him, standing close enough to smell his aftershave.
Okay, and I'm a slut for flattery above all else. Say something nice about me, and I'll hit my knees like a two-dollar hooker.
I leaned forward and kissed him before I even knew what I was doing. It wasn't the best moment for it, since I had my bag over my shoulder and had to balance by resting one hand on the wall beside him, but his mouth found mine without hesitation. At first, neither of us was breathing—he might've been as surprised as I was—but he grabbed my belt loop with one hand and tugged me nearer.
Then it really happened. His lips parted and unexpectedly, gently opened mine under them. The rush of it, the faint taste of spearmint gum, the sensation of warm lips, the promise of his mouth… He turned his head and pushed in on me, and I went with it again. His tongue ran over the connection between our bottom lips, then the edge of my top teeth, sending a wet, electric thrill through my head and then down through my chest, my stomach, my cock, my legs.
It started with me kissing him and ended up with him thoroughly kissing me, filling my head with the sweet taste and smell, the gentle push of him. By the time he closed it off, my knees had gone weak. He didn't move, still held my belt loop tight, and let his forehead rest against mine.
The elevator dinged. I wondered how many floors we'd gone down, but not enough to actually look.
"Fuck." God, he made the word sound so charming. "I thought I was just imagining…"
"Been wanting to do that since we met."
A puff of hot breath, spearmint and sugar on it. "No way. I was a complete dick."
And man, I must've liked that, because I kissed him again, this time moving in nearer so we were almost touching.
Ding. And the door slid open.
We pulled apart, smiling in that guilty-wonderful way, and stepped into the lobby together. Jared, the ruddy-faced, middle-aged security guard, stared into the elevator, a hilarious look of trepidation on his face.
Guess you can see that corner of the elevator from the security desk. Duly noted.
I cleared my throat but couldn't look at Kellan again. I could feel him trying not to laugh behind me. "Night, Jared," I said.
Jared managed to choke out a very civil "Night, Jamie" before we made it through the marble foyer and out the door.

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About the author:

Katey Hawthorne is an avid reader and writer of superpowered and paranormal romance, even though the only degree she holds is in the history of art. (Or, possibly, because the only degree she holds is in the history of art.) Originally from the Appalachian foothills of West Virginia, she currently lives in Ohio with her family, two cats, and one very large puppy.

Find out more on her website.


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