“I want you to help me rob a bank.” The moment I heard those words, I should have slammed the door in my brother’s face and cracked open a book. Though if I had, I wouldn’t have run into August, the city’s main superhero… and the man of my dreams. He’s sexy, kind, and sweet—everything I’m supposed to dislike. You see, I’m a villain… well, kind of. Honestly, I’d rather curl up and read than commit crimes, but life doesn’t always go the way I want it to, especially after being raised by some cut-rate villains who can’t even steal toilet paper without getting caught. Suddenly, I find myself spending time with August and realize that maybe there is more to life than petting my hairless cat, but the issue is… what happens when he figures out that I’m Leviathan, an extremely powerful villain? Can he still love me regardless of who I am? When actual supervillains start targeting August, I might be forced to show everyone who I truly am, but villains and heroes aren’t supposed to save each other, let alone fall in love. Although, I’ve never been one to do what I’ve been told.

My days are filled with perusing August’s sexy body, reading, and petting my villain cat. Or they should be. Of course I can’t just kick back and let the world burn around me because August “cares” about people and while I really… don’t, the idea of my one true love waltzing off into danger has me chasing after him, flinging bad guys as far as I can with my telekinesis. This sounds easy enough—I can fling people in my sleep—until someone uses an illusion to make me believe the worst. I might be one of the most powerful supers alive, but when it’s impossible to tell what’s real and what’s not, lines begin to blur. Along with my band of… misfits (I’m trying to be nice here), including a firestarter who seems to excel at burning the clothes off others (I’m never going to complain about a naked August), an excitable assassin who really needs to start asking before he shoots, and an illusionist who is disgustingly normal, we’re going to save the world. I’m joking; I don’t care about saving the world. I just want to make sure no one touches my man.

Asmodeus (Deus) Some call me a villain. Some call me a hero. But I really just want Ellison to call me a sexy beast. It all starts when I’m tasked with keeping my new BFFs alive on a camping trip. Easy, right? Wrong. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, there’s a target on Ellison’s head. The problem is that I’ve never been incapable of finding my mark before. How exactly do you find someone who you can’t see? You can’t hear? A person you can’t find until they’re right there? But I will find them because they’ve never met someone like me. Don’t worry, keeping my friends safe and saving inconsequential humans (mostly by accident) comes at a small price (maybe around $62 332,69 if I decide to charge for having to hear Landon rave about books). But getting prim and proper Ellison to fall in love with me? Priceless. Ellison As someone who has always worked from the sidelines, I’m reluctantly drawn out into the spotlight alongside Asmodeus after being attacked. Asmodeus is determined to keep me safe, but at what cost? I’ve done everything alone for my entire life, but why is it that I can’t look away from him (even when he’s shooting the world’s(?) largest ball of yarn)? Asmodeus sees past my aloof persona and makes me willing to take some risks and break some rules. But I’m terrified that all of this is going to destroy the happiness he’s brought me. And I need to fight, not only for myself but for our future together.