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

“Think about it, Troy. Listen to your tuohygan senses. Before you first met Beckett—he prefers Beck by the way—your body was going into what we call protect and save mode.”


Troy wrinkled his brow. “The burning and itching?” He couldn’t help but rub his arms. They’d gotten so tender he couldn’t stand anything against his skin, so had taken to wearing sleeveless tees all the time. Yeah, he’d checked himself out in the mirror on his closet door and knew they made him look good, especially when his guns were pumped.


Virginia nodded. “And immediately you saw Beck, sensed he was in danger, you took appropriate action.”


Troy shrugged. “At least it stopped the burning, if only for a while.” He scratched his arms. “Just wish it’d stop, period.”


“Your tuohygan senses are as yet untrained. You’ll learn how to harness them.”


Chapter 8