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Masks: Rise of Heroes [MultiFormat]
eBook by Hayden Thorne
eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: Strange things are happening in Vintage City, and high school goth boy Eric seems to be right in the middle of them. There's a new villain in town, one with super powers, and he's wreaking havoc on the town, and on Eric's life. The new super hero who springs up to defend Vintage City is almost as bad, making Eric all hot and bothered, enough so that he almost misses the love that's right under his nose. Peter is Eric's best friend, and even if he does seem to be hiding something most of the time, he finds a way to show Eric how he feels in between attacks on trains and banks and malls. The two boys decide to start dating, much to the chagrin of their other best buddy, Althea, who has a terrible crush on Peter, and a secret or two of her own to keep. As the fight between the villain, known as the Devil's Trill, and superhero Magnifiman picks up, Eric's relationship with Peter almost ends before it begins when Eric finds out about Peter's special talents, which might just rank Peter as a superhero in his own right. When the Trill takes an interest in Eric, too, Peter and Althea, along with Magnifiman and Eric's normal, middle-class family all have to work together to keep Eric, and their city, safe. Can they figure out the super villain's plan in time?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Prizm Books, Published: http://www.prizmbooks.com, 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2009
19 Reader Ratings:
 
My day began with my mother's voice in my ear, going on and on and on about my grades and the crap dye job on my hair. Dad had already gone off to work, so he was spared one more coronary moment by my hands. Liz did nothing but stare at me from across the table. Her mouth hung open.
"Wow, Eric," she breathed, giving me a disgusting view of half-eaten cereal in her mouth.
"Look, if my prescription was updated, we wouldn't be having these accidents with Punk 'N Go, would we?" I retorted.
Mom rolled her eyes as she set down empty glasses by our plates. I immediately filled mine with milk. "All you need to do is tell us if you think your eyes have gotten worse, for heaven's sake. It's not as though setting up appointments with Dr. Stubbs means cutting your jugular open and sticking a straw in it." Mom glanced at Liz, who'd redirected her jaw-dropping to her. "What?"
"Fine, fine. I'll make an appointment, but I'm not changing my hair color. Seriously--what's the fuss? So I've got blue streaks in my hair. Big deal."
"Streaks?" Liz echoed. "What streaks? You look like you've just shampooed in Smurf blood."
I narrowed my eyes at my sister but took the high road. In boring arguments like this, it was always best to keep that stiff upper lip and not respond. It said a lot about character, especially with me being three years younger than Liz. What was it about adults that they forgot what it felt like being a teenager?
"Anyway, Eric," Mom continued, "there's this matter about your grades."
I sighed. "Yeah, I know."
She kept talking as she bustled around the kitchen. My grades stank, what was up with my Chemistry exams, why couldn't I demonstrate as much interest in Geometry as I did Art, et cetera, et cetera, ad nauseam? I waited until her back was turned before fishing out my little vial of blue food coloring from my jacket pocket, which I quickly unstopped and emptied into my milk. There were only a few drops left as I'd made good use of my supply, and I made a mental note to wander off to the supermarket for reinforcements after school. The resulting color wasn't as deep as I hoped. Nothing stole one's thunder more than a sky-blue concoction, when one intended something along the lines of denim.
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