Troy Ashton is not gay! He thought his life was all mapped out for him -- he’d get his sotan cape after he turned eighteen, be paired with his female life mate, and be gifted with his superpowers. However, the Council for Sotan Affairs has other plans for Troy. They selected him to be a tuohygan -- the only one of his generation -- and they’ve paired him with a male omega. Troy likes the idea of being a tuohygan: they’re faster, stronger, and have a greater range of superpowers than sotans. Plus he gets to prefix his name with Super. But ... he isn’t gay! So no thank you. The pain of remaining unbonded from his omega is intense, but Troy is determined he won’t give in and marry another man. That is until his and Beck Dolan’s paths cross. Troy literally flies to the rescue when he sees a man falling into a lake. There’s something about him that calls to Troy’s inborn need to protect. Just being around Beck eases something inside of Troy, centering and calming him. Could Troy be not as straight as he thought? Coming out is traumatic. Mostly because Troy’s family already knew or strongly suspected he was gay. He doesn’t understand how they could know but he didn’t. He’s a jock -- captain of both his high school and college football teams, doesn’t that mean he’s straight? He also experiences a few growing pains with his newfound powers, the most visible of which are the dents in Beck’s trashcan when he misjudges his landings when he flies in to rescue his man. Troy soon adapts to his role as both tuohygan and husband. However, Troy grows concerned when Beck starts getting sick to his stomach in the mornings, and what’s with the sudden craving for fish, the smellier the better? Life as SuperTroy is certainly more adventurous than he could ever have imagined.

The Adventures of SuperTroy

He rubbed at his arms again. Was he running a temperature? He went into his bathroom and fished in the medicine chest for the ear thermometer—98.5.


He spied the shower head over the tub. Maybe a cool shower would help.


Surviving the rest of the night was hell. Getting through breakfast with his mom seemingly watching every move he made was…worse. All Troy wanted to do was scratch the skin off his arms, they burned and itched so much. He’d put on a silk long-sleeve shirt which had raised a few eyebrows. Troy had told his folks that he’d read how natural fibers were best in hot weather.


“Yes, but maybe not black,” his dad said.


“Was thinking about hanging out at the mall some this morning. Does anyone need anything?” Troy needed a drugstore where hopefully they’d have some ointment or something for his arms.


“No, not me,” his mom said, offering him another slice of toast.


“No thanks,” Troy said, already rising from his seat.


Chapter 5