Extraordinary Book 2: Homecomings

By K.L. Noone

Sequel to Sundown, Holiday, Beacon

More superheroes in love! This time, it’s a complicated mission: meeting the parents.

With Holiday no longer undercover as a supervillain, they’ve made him a public part of the team ... and of their relationship. But that won’t be easy. Ryan’s parents, as the team’s science support, want to know every power-related detail, and ask questions about wedding plans and the future. Holly’s supervillain parents are almost certainly no longer on this plane of reality. And John’s parents love their hero son, but aren’t too sure about his choice of partners. Still, Ryan, John, and Holly have faced worse, together.

Contains mystic portals, one set of overexcited parents, one uncomfortable dinner-party, and blueberry pie.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Sep 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781646560714

K.L. Noone

K.L. Noone loves fantasy, romance, cats, far too sweet coffee, and happy endings! She is also the author of Port in a Storm and its upcoming sequel, available from Less Than Three Press, and numerous short romances with Ellora’s Cave and Circlet Press; her fantasy fiction has appeared in Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Sword and Sorceress anthologies. With her Professor Hat on, she teaches college students about Shakespeare and superhero comics, and has published academic articles and essays on Neil Gaiman’s adaptations of Beowulf, Welsh mythology in modern fantasy, and Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels.

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Homecomings

By K.L. Noone

Published by JMS Books LLC at Smashwords

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Copyright 2019 K.L. Noone

ISBN 9781646560714

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For everyone who wanted more superheroes and terrible puns.

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Homecomings

By K.L. Noone

Chapter 1: California

Clifftop’s medical bay hummed with energy. Holographic displays. Busy hands. Vials of blood. Various samples. Devices whirring. Mysterious beeps beeping away. Ryan’s parents bounced around the superhero home base like two small overly excited scientific balloons, ones that’d been to Clifftop a few times but still ended up giddy over superpowers and discoveries. They’d been busily poking their willing subject with needles.

For his part, that willing subject—Holiday Jones, last living Sinister Sorcerer and reformed supervillain—answered questions, made miniature thunderstorms clamor in mid-air, and did not seem bothered by the needles. Nobody involved seemed to’ve heard the door swooshing open, either.

John nudged Ryan with an elbow. Serene infirmary lights danced over his brown hair and broad shoulders, several inches above Ryan’s own spiky-haired shortness. They should’ve been impossible to miss, really: a supersoldier and a lightning-powered gymnast lingering in the doorway, watching their other third conjure light while both Ryan’s parents took notes regarding electromagnetic manipulation.

Ryan, caught by the spectacle of his parents and their youngest partner’s artistic hands, forgot to respond to the nudge. John poked him again. Think they’ve even noticed we’re here?

No.

Want me to shout at Holly and get his attention?

Probably. You’re louder.

I know you’re here! Holiday, perched on the leftmost observation bed, waved at them with the hand not hooked up to a monitor. His hair was loose, glorious and dark and falling down his back; he was wearing yoga pants, cozy and flexible, and a loose blue shirt that’d once been John’s but had magically shrunk to only slightly oversized on those slim shoulders.

Holly claimed this had been their dryer’s fault. That might’ve been true—Holiday Fortune Lyndsay Jones, barely twenty years old, the heir to his family’s massive historic estate and master of mystic energies, could be easily defeated by a load of laundry—but might’ve been literal magic: Holly liked feeling wrapped up in his partners.

Those forest-in-springtime eyes sparkled at them now, beckoning. He looked a little pale, though, and Ryan’s pulse sped up. Too many samples of blood sat in a rack over on the analysis table.

Holly added, smiling, Sorry, sorry, we’re just finishing up—

Ryan, Betty Yamamoto scolded, coming to a momentary rest in front of her son, "we are making up for three years of time here, you could have told us, we are your medical support team!"

Ma’am, John said, politely.

Don’t you dare ma’am me, John Trent. We’re Betty and Ken to you, or Mom and Dad, you know that. She started to swat John on the shoulder, realized she had a microscope slide in one hand, and mock-scowled up at him instead. Even her upswept black hair only came to somewhere around John’s biceps.

John put on a properly abashed face, and said, Yes, Betty. We were only wondering how much longer.

"You’ve had him all morning, Mom, since you got here, and we miss him," Ryan explained, less politely.

His father’s salt-and-pepper head popped up from behind a microscope. Which is your own fault, son. If you’d at least given us a hint, three years ago—

"We know why you wouldn’t tell people, that infiltration plan, sending him back into