Three superheroes in love! Or one superhero, one former sidekick, and one redeemed supervillain, at least. Ryan, John, and Holiday have been partners -- in every sense of the word -- for two years. They’ve saved the world, fallen in love, and remodeled the secret base to include bookshelves and a bigger bed. But Ryan and John have always been the public face of the team. The world still believes Holiday’s a villain. And he’s been using that reputation to stay undercover and share information. Tonight, though, Holiday comes home injured, and his partners aren’t sure the mission’s worth his life. Caution: this story also contains lasagna, superhero theatrics, home renovation, a thunderstorm, and very enjoyable use of superpowers in bed.

Extraordinary Book 1: Sundown, Holiday, Beacon

He eased fingers out of Holly. Holly moaned, malleable as candlewax, lax and languorous. John caught breath as well, panting, slipping himself out of that exhausted lovely mouth. Ryan spared him a mock-stern glance; John waved a hand, said, “I’m okay,” and rearranged them so that he was on one side cradling Holly, who remained tear-streaked but dreamy and peaceful and pliant as honey: someplace far-off and wreathed with rainbows, submissive and incandescent.


Ryan knelt between those sprawled-out long legs, admired the splashes of release across Holly’s chest and stomach, and moved lower, atop him, letting Holly feel his weight. Kissed those parted lips, tasting John, tasting them both. John put a hand on his back. Ryan whispered, “Want me inside you? Holly?” and Holly whispered back, “Yes, sir, please,” drowsy but definite about this, trying to spread legs even more.


Ryan laughed, felt the yes pierce his heart like Holly’s raindrops—cleansing, annealing—and sank home inside him.


Chapter 17