Saved by the Superhero

If you’d asked me a week ago if I believed in superheroes, I would have laughed and told you no more than I believe in honest politicians in Chicago.

I’d still tell you that if you asked me. But I wouldn’t laugh; I’d wonder what you were getting at.

By day, I’m a certified public accountant. By night, I’m just a guy who eats on barstools because I got no one at home, not even a cat. It’s a quiet, easy, lonely life.

Playing the Good Samaritan to a broad who wanders into the wrong bar does not lead to life eternal. Poison Dart calls herself a superhero, but she’s just a ditzy broad with more superpowers than she knows what to do with. She has a job for me. Do it and I get to live. Totally up to me.

What I need is a real superhero. What I get is Cat. Not Black Cat or Shadow Cat or Cat Girl, just Cat. Cat hates being a superhero. It changed her, she says. We all got our secrets.

Saved by the Superhero is a 31,000-word hard-core romance about a guy and a transgender superhero who meet in the dead of a 1960s Chicago winter.