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Superlovin' [A Midnight Justice Story] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Vivi Andrews

eBook Category: Romance/Fantasy
eBook Description: She could resist this bad boy?if he wasn't so darned good at it. A Midnight Justice story Darla Powers, a.k.a. DynaGirl, is the Jessica Rabbit of crime fighters, but that doesn't mean it's easy finding a date. When her latest ex opines she's not helpless enough to make him feel manly, she flies off to take out her romantic frustrations on a villain dumb enough to pick tonight to break into a secret government vault. Lucien Wroth's father may be a famous supervillain, but Lucien doesn't see himself as a bad guy. Just one determined to free his baby sister from a supercriminal's clutches. He's this close to getting his hands on a vital set of schematics when one sultry superheroine catches him elbow-deep in a top-secret safe. Darla is horrified when Lucien's pretty face--and bulging muscles--distract her enough to let him get away. No one escapes DynaGirl. But somewhere along the way to getting revenge for her public humiliation, she and Lucien become uneasy allies?resisting an all-too-easy attraction. Suddenly she suspects the perfect man for a good girl just might be a very bad boy. Warning: This book contains heroes, villains, mind-games, epic battles, bustiers, leather, and an infamous "Women of the Cape" Maxim photo spread.

eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., Published: 2012, 2012
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2012


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Chapter One

The New Bad in Town

Lucien Wroth didn't think of himself as such a bad guy, for a Bad Guy.

Admittedly, breaking into a secret government vault to find schematics for an even more secret government facility so he could bust out a convicted felon did fall slightly on the shady side of legality, but no one was perfect. Not even those damn smug heroes, with their holier-than-thou swagger and shiny PR images.

It was all about spin. If you had powers, you were either a hero or a villain, no grey area. So a teenage girl going through a rebellious phase who fell in with the wrong crowd while exploring her ability to project false images into the minds around her was labeled a villain after one tiny little bank robbery and locked away in the specialized Super prison known as Area Nine.

If that girl's father happened to have chosen the losing side on a few rather significant historical altercations and earned himself the title supervillain, the powers that be were even more unforgiving. Life sentence. No parole.

Mirabelle was nineteen. She'd made a mistake. But mistakes weren't allowed when your father was Demon Wroth.

Lucien's fists clenched at the thought of his baby sister in a cage. The heavy-duty filing cabinet screamed as the drawer warped, the thick metal providing as much resistance as warm butter to his strength. Looking down at what his hands had wrought, he eased his grip and swore under his breath. That drawer would never close again.

Sloppy.

Now wasn't the time for emotion. Now was the time to search the secret vault beneath city hall before some do-gooder in a cape swept in to be a pain in his ass. Even if his spectacular entrance punching through a wall on the first floor had somehow escaped notice, he'd undoubtedly tripped some silent alarm the second he set foot on the lower level--the sub-basement that housed the secret filing room dealing with all things Super. So secret the press had even come up with a cute name for it. The Crypt.

Where the not-so-pristine truth about heroes is buried.

Conspiracy theorists loved to speculate on the contents of these super-secret files. But tonight he didn't care about the truth. Just Mirabelle.

Lucien scanned the room. The filing cabinets had been his best bet, but he'd come up empty there. He walked past the computers, ignoring them. The schematics for Area Nine would be low-tech. Hard copies. Any techno-super with half a brain could hack digital files, so the most coveted secrets in the world were old school--typewritten, carbon-copied specs and hand-drawn blueprints. But where?

The heroes loved their secret hidey-holes. He wouldn't put it past them to have a top-secret filing cabinet hidden behind a wall, but he didn't have time to tap along the walls for a hollow compartment or check behind paintings for a safe. He wasn't feeling particularly subtle, anyway.

Brute force sounded pretty damn good right now.

Typically, villains possessed powers that were mental in nature--like his sister's projection and their father's ability to coerce others to do his will. Lucien's abilities fell into the more traditionally heroic side of the spectrum--the brainless physical side. Superstrength, superspeed. But he had one trick up his sleeve that was a bit more sophisticated than his ability to bend rebar with his bare hands.

Lucien closed his eyes in the middle of the room, centering himself. Going still, he drew air molecules toward himself, coiling them close to his body, feeding them potential energy until the air felt like plated armor on his skin. He drew in a breath and released the particles, like setting a spark to a fuse. They exploded out on an invisible shock wave with him at the epicenter, kinetic energy bursting to life. The room shook from the force, the foundations of the building trembling.

Lucien held his breath, hoping he hadn't just brought the damn building down on his head, but after a moment, the quaking foundations stilled and he opened his eyes.

The room was in chaos. Computer monitors destroyed, file cabinets toppled, furniture bent, broken and scattered, but Lucien looked past all that. To the walls. The drywall had bowed and caved, shifting back several feet--everywhere except a section where an Outstanding Service plaque had hung only moments before. The reinforced brick there had barely budged under the shock wave, but the drywall at the surface had cracked to reveal a large rectangular panel.

Bingo.

Lucien crossed the room in two strides and ripped away the last of the drywall covering a safe as tall as he was. It had slots for a physical key, a keypad and a combination lock as well, but he didn't have time to play nice. He gripped the handles and yanked.

They flew off in his hands, and he stumbled back a few steps.

"Shit."

He took a running step and rammed his fist into the front of the safe, but it didn't even dent. Reinforced. Probably with that new anti-superstrength polymer that had been in the news a few months back.

Time for Plan B. Lucien pulled back and pulverized the wall beside the safe, clearing the space with two quick blows. Then he took aim at the side of the casing and slammed his fist through three inches of metal, like punching through a paper bag. He was in.

"Typical heroes," Lucien snorted. "Reinforcing the front, but completely ignoring the sides."

"An oversight we'll be sure to correct while you're rotting in Area Nine."

Lucien's head snapped around at the sound of the voice. A voice like velvet handcuffs and slippery sex.

He recognized her instantly. It was hard not to with her face splashed across the covers of half the magazines on every newsstand. Her distinctive long red curls blew in a breeze even though they were three stories underground. The Powers Princess.

DynaGirl.

The Jessica Rabbit of crime fighters. Sex kitten in a skintight supersuit. From her fuck-me boots and suck-me lips, to the make-me-beg body lovingly encased in black spandex with a glittery red D over her heart, Darla Powers was walking sex appeal and she knew it. Beloved by reporters everywhere, she was the only superhero he'd ever seen who made that cocky hero confidence look good.

Damn good.

But that didn't mean he wasn't going to wipe the floor with her. He was leaving here. With the secret location and schematics of Area Nine. No one was rotting in there any time soon. Especially not Mirabelle.

Miss I'm-Too-Sexy-For-My-Supersuit would just have to get used to disappointment.


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