Heroines. We love them. Badass damsels who aren’t holding out for a hero but can undistress themselves and kick @$$ while looking good in spandex. Whether she’s a tomb raiding adventuress, fantasy warrior or a super powered crime fighter we all love a good heroine. We also seem to love seeing them in perilous situations. Join now these lovely ladies as they face life or death danger with a high chance of a gruesome end. (or worse) Will they get out with their skin and dignity intact? Find out in this short story collection. Available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N5HL8WC Excerpt from SIDEKICKED “You want me to do…. what?” asked Ravyne, her masked face twisted incredulously. “I’m not quite sure I heard you right.” “We both know you heard me, Ravyne.” Replied Major Flagg, Los Angeles’ premier superhero who floated in the air before her in an apparent attempt to convey authority. “I’d like you to mentor my sidekick Patriotique.” Ravyne merely shook her head in disbelief. She then glanced over to the side at the young teenaged girl hovering at a distance. She was dressed in a flag themed outfit similar to the major’s blue and white unitard, blue gloves and boots and red cape. Only the girls costume differed in that it consisted of what looked like a one-piece flag-print swimsuit, dark tights, waist length red cape and red domino mask that couldn’t conceal the look of irritation on her face. And her long blonde hair was pulled up into a pair of pigtails. “You can’t be serious.” Ravyne retorted. “Yes, I’m serious.” Major Flag replied. “After putting my sidekick through training to control her powers I’ve come to the decision that she’s now at a stage where she might benefit from a, um,” he then gave an awkward cough. “A… woman’s touch.” “Chauvinist!” Ravyne crossed her arms under her large breasts and glared tersely at the veteran hero. “So basically you’re saying you want to palm your daughter off on me.” She watched the big hero grit his teeth. “Uh, when did I say she was my…” “Oh, give me some credit will you, Major.” Ravyne retorted, placing her hands on her wide hips. “She’s a teenager, has the same powers as you. Come on, it doesn’t exactly take a degree in astrophysics to figure that one out.” “She’s got’cha there, Pop.” Patriotique called out. Major Flagg gave another awkward cough. “Yes, well,” he then straightened his shoulders to gather his composure. “I’d like you to show her the ropes. To… help her refine her skills.” Ravyne let out a huff. “Why me?” “Out of all L.A’s superheroines you’re the most level headed.” He praised. “And on top of that you have similar abilities as ours. You’re simply the best suited to teach her. And besides, you owe me.” “What?” Ravyne’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Owe you? How, exactly do I ‘owe you?’” “You kicked me in the chest, remember?” “You shouldn’t have gotten in the middle of a catfight, Pop.” Patriotique called. “Especially one between superheroines.” Major Flagg turned to give his daughter a terse look. Ravyne grimaced at being reminded of the time she and Sparrowhawke had their little… misunderstanding. It wasn’t exactly what she would call the high point of her superhero career. “Hey, Sparrowhawke kicked you too. Can’t you get her to do this?” Major Flagg gave a grunt of displeasure. “As if I’d want that hothead mentoring my daughter.” “Hey, she’s getting better at controlling her temper, she’s taking anger management.” “Be that as it may,” Flagg retorted. “I’d still prefer it to be you.” The big hero then crossed his arms and gave her a knowing smile. “And what do have to lose by agreeing?” “My sanity.” Ravyne muttered under her breath. “We have super hearing.” Patriotique called causing Ravyne to grit her teeth. With hand still on her hips Ravyne looked about while letting out frustrated breaths and tapping one toe. Finally she threw her hands up in surrender knowing full well that by the end of the day she’d regret it. “Alright, alright, I’ll do it!” Major Flagg smiled wolfishly. “I thought you’d see reason.” The big hero then turned and slowly started flying away. “I’ll check back with you two at the end of the day.” Then he picked up speed and streaked away leaving his daughter with her reluctant mentor. Still supremely annoyed at the turn of events Ravyne knelt down and took a seat on the edge of the building she routinely used as a lookout perch. (something the locals were happy about as her mere presence had caused a sizable drop in the crime rate) While Ravyne awkwardly looked out over the city Patriotique hovered in and took a seat next to her. Working her pursed lips from side to side the teen let out an exasperated breath. Ravyne could tell from a glance that she was just as annoyed at the situation as her. “Soooo….” Patriotique started. “How do we do this?” Ravyne turned and looked tersely at the girl. “You do as I say, that’s how we do this.”