About the Author
D. R. Rosensteel is a research consultant who had no intention of writing anything but technical papers describing his theories of metaphysical psychometry. But when a hoodied teen showed him a device that turned her thoughts into weapons, and told him about a secret society of protectors who trained her in their underground Academy, he knew her story had to be written.
Rosensteel has put his research on hold to document the adventures of a girl whose face he’s never seen and whose real name he’ll never know. Visit him online at www.psifighteracademy.com.
Sign up for our Steals & Deals newsletter and be the first to hear about 99￠ releases from D.R. Rosensteel and other fantastic Entangled authors!
Reviews help other readers find books. We appreciate all reviews, whether positive or negative. Thank you for reading!
Take a sneak peek at Leah Rae Miller’s
The Summer I Became a Nerd
and embrace your inner nerd!
On the outside, seventeen-year-old Madelyne Summers looks like your typical blond cheerleader—perky, popular, and dating the star quarterback. But inside, Maddie spends more time agonizing over what will happen in the next issue of her favorite comic book than planning pep rallies with her squad. That she’s a nerd hiding in a popular girl’s body isn’t just unknown, it’s anti-known. And she needs to keep it that way.
Summer is the only time Maddie lets her real self out to play, but when she slips up and the adorkable guy behind the local comic shop’s counter uncovers her secret, she’s busted. Before she can shake a pom-pom, Maddie’s whisked into Logan’s world of comic conventions, live-action role-playing, and first-person-shooter video games. And she loves it. But the more she denies who she really is, the deeper her lies become…and the more she risks losing Logan forever.
Only one copy left.
I have to take the chance.
I take a fortifying breath and square my shoulders before I stroll up to the glass door of The Phoenix.
I can’t believe it. The Phoenix. I’m about to go into The Phoenix!
I pull the door open, and the twinkly bell I heard from the alley sounds above me. The store is set up like a book itself. I’m standing at the end of a long empty walkway. On both sides of me, metal, A-frame racks are lined up like pages waiting to reveal their awesomeness. Spinning racks are scattered throughout the store. Collectable action figures mint-in-the-box and key chains featuring superhero logos dangle from the racks’ hooks. One spinning rack is covered top to bottom with slim foil packages containing Magic: The Gathering playing cards. If I wasn’t trying to be sneaky about this whole thing, I’d give that rack of commons, uncommons, and rares a big ole whirl just to see the shimmery packets reflect the summer sunlight filtering through the windows.
“Welcome to The Phoenix, can I help you find anything?” a guy’s voice asks from the end of the walkway.
Keeping my head down, I dart down one of the aisles on my left. “Just looking,” I say and then snort at my own silly attempt to sound like a man.
“Let me know if you need any help.”
There’s a hint of suspicion is in his voice, but I stay hidden. Superspeed would be handy right now. I could find my book and leave the money on the counter without being seen. “Okay.”
Then, I get lost. Lost in the bright colors of the covers, lost in the stacks and stacks of lovely, numerically organized issues. The comics are grouped by publisher and alphabetically by series. There’s Marvel’s Ant-Man next to The Avengers. Booster Gold and Blue Beetle from DC. By the time I come across Fables, my number three favorite Vertigo title, I’ve run out of shelves on this side. I zip across the empty aisle and try to focus on the task at hand. The Super Ones must be somewhere in the middle of these shelves. There’s Sandman, Superman, ah ha, The Super Ones.
I slide out the last comic in the stack.
#399?
I search the surrounding stacks, thinking maybe that money-exploiting jerk hid it from me, but I can’t find it.