When seventeen-year-old Mark Potts fell from a balcony, he lost both the use of his legs and any faith in heroes. Now twenty-nine, he’s long-since come to terms with his injury. His job provides more opportunities for eye-rolling than for riding to anybody’s rescue, but with two kids to bring up, he barely has time for his husband, much less for heroics. Besides, Starr Bradford is a policeman -- how many heroes does one family need?<br><br>Mark and Starr love each other madly, but stress management is a load-bearing pillar of their happiness. When Mark’s coping skills fail him at exactly the wrong moment, he’s left hanging by a thread of words he should’ve kept in his mouth. He has the power to repair their relationship, but when Starr’s workday suddenly goes south, will he get to wield it? Keeping it together long enough to find out is a job worthy of any superhero!

You Had Me at Hero

“Mmm. I’m about ready to eat you up, too. In your little Speedo…”


Mark laughed. “If you’re that hungry, perhaps I can interest you in your leftover salmon?”


“No thanks,” Starr said. “But I could eat the hell out of some pink chicken.” 3


Friday was the second weekly changing of the family guard. Starr was off now until Monday, and had had a day of mountain air and vigorous traipsing around after Bodhi to shake any residual “cop” out of his head—he was ready to punch in as Pops while Mark went back to three nights of chaos on the phone.


Chapter 16