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Being a superheroine is hard. Working for one is even harder.
Evie Tanaka is the put-upon personal assistant to Aveda Jupiter, her childhood best friend and San Francisco’s most beloved superheroine. She’s great at her job—blending into the background, handling her boss’s epic diva tantrums, and getting demon blood out of leather pants.
Unfortunately, she’s not nearly as together when it comes to running her own life, standing up for herself, or raising her tempestuous teenage sister, Bea.
But everything changes when Evie’s forced to pose as her glamorous boss for one night, and her darkest secret comes out: she has powers, too. Now it’s up to her to contend with murderous cupcakes, nosy gossip bloggers, and supernatural karaoke battles—all while juggling unexpected romance and Aveda’s increasingly outrageous demands. And when a larger threat emerges, Evie must finally take charge and become a superheroine in her own right...or see her city fall to a full-on demonic invasion.
About the Author
Sarah Kuhn is the author of Heroine Complex—the first in a series starring Asian American superheroines—for DAW Books. She also wrote The Ruby Equation for the comics anthology Fresh Romance and the romantic comedy novella One Con Glory, which earned praise from io9 and USA Today and is in development as a feature film. Her articles and essays on such topics as geek girl culture, comic book continuity, and Sailor Moon cosplay have appeared in Uncanny Magazine, Apex Magazine, AngryAsianMan.com, IGN.com, Back Stage, The Hollywood Reporter, StarTrek.com, Creative Screenwriting, and the Hugo-nominated anthology Chicks Dig Comics. In 2011, she was selected as a finalist for the CAPE (Coalition of Asian Pacifics in Entertainment) New Writers Award. You can visit her at heroinecomplex.com or on Twitter: @sarahkuhn.
Read an Excerpt
I am not a superhero.
This was the only thought I could muster when a cupcake with fangs launched itself at my head.
“Evie, duck!” The voice rang out through the sugar-laced air. “And whatever you do, don’t stop filming!”
“I’m on it, boss!” I yelped. I bobbed out of the cupcake’s path and flung myself behind a counter, my tailbone colliding with the floor of previously pristine bakery Cake My Day. That floor had been a spotless expanse of ivory up ’til about fifteen minutes ago, when a posse of demons leapt through their portal of choice, assumed pastry form, and started acting like a bunch of assholes.
I peeked over the countertop, tightening my grip on my phone. Its plastic case was slippery with palm sweat. It was a cold sweat, though. No warmth. Never any warmth if I could help it.
I finally located my boss, held the phone aloft, hit “record/livestream” on the video app, and managed to get her in frame as she spun around to deliver a solid roundhouse kick to another fanged cupcake. When confronted with the power and sheer stylishness of her thigh-high leather boots, the cupcake split in half, sending frosting pinwheeling outward.
I couldn’t help but imagine her name popping up over this bit of footage in cartoony bubble letters:
She is a superhero.
Aveda landed from the kick, her ponytail making a heroic “whoosh” sound as it flipped through the air. Her lithe frame was encased in a skintight confection of black leather and silver spandex, just glittery enough to fall on the right side of the “tacky” divide. With her raven hair pulled into a tight ponytail and her eyelashes heavy with silver mascara, she looked like an intergalactic cheerleader.
Personally, I thought the whole ensemble screamed of overkill, but what did I know? I was wearing jeans, a hoodie, battered Chuck Taylors, and a t-shirt with a cartoon duck on it. I was not exactly an authority on looking fabulous.
I was, however, an authority on using my phone to document Aveda looking fabulous. As her personal assistant, it was my duty to fulfill her every need, cater to her every whim, and get splattered by demonic cupcakes. Usually while cowering behind countertops.
I was pretty good at all of these things, but right now I was mostly good at getting splattered. A cupcake landed with a sploosh next to me and sank its tiny fangs into my wrist.
“Hey!” I protested, wincing at the sharp stab of pain. I batted the cupcake toward my foot and kicked it hard. It skittered across the floor, then snapped its fangs at me right before smashing against the bakery’s back wall and exploding into a blizzard of crumbs.
“Yeah, fuck you, you ’roided out Cakey Monster,” I muttered, narrowing my eyes at the remnants of the stupid thing. “Why’d you have to imprint on something so messy?”
I surveyed the damage to the bakery. Letta Wilcox, Cake My Day’s hopelessly emo owner, wasn’t going to like this. She’d worked hard to make the place a wonderland of calorie-laden carbohydrates, a haven where San Franciscans could stuff their faces with everything from delicate petit fours to hearty cakes, all topped with sparkly frosting. Adding to the fairyland vibe was Letta’s collection of porcelain unicorns, a rainbow menagerie of beasts that dotted the countertops and lurked behind the tower of cookies in the display case.
Now the whole place was trashed: the cookie tower had toppled, the display case was a pile of glass shards, and the frosting was fucking everywhere.
And the evil cupcakes kept coming, spitting themselves out of that just-opened portal with the force of tennis balls being relentlessly whacked over the net by a Wimbledon-caliber superstar.
I pressed my hoodie sleeve against my wrist, sopping up blood oozing from the demon bite. A solitary bite was nothing to worry about, but if I wasn’t careful, those cute little cupcakes would scent my blood, swarm me like piranhas, and chomp me to death. No matter what form the portal demons took, they were always insatiable in their need to eat everything in sight. And they loved human flesh the most.
Recently, Aveda had tried to capitalize on this by slashing a cut next to her collarbone before going into battle so the demons would scent her blood, go after her, and boom—she’d take ’em down. I found this a bit extreme, but she’d waved me off, noting that “a little blood is a small price to pay when it comes to saving human lives.”
Well, when you put it that way…
“Evie!” Aveda’s voice pierced my thoughts. “I told you not to stop filming!”
“Like I said, I’m on it.” There was no trace of annoyance in my tone—only soothing placation. It was a tone I’d spent the last three years perfecting. (And luckily, I’d made the decision to livestream without sound. Aveda’s fans didn’t need to know that she usually required soothing placation during battle.)
I turned back to the screen, attempting to hold my phone steady as Aveda blastedthrough a series of cupcake missiles with a single punch. I had just managed to zoom infor a particularly flattering close-up when a figure clad in a frothy lace dress smashed into me, her head clonking against my shoulder. I nearly dropped the phone.
“Oops! Sorry, love!”
“Watch it, Lucy.” I readjusted my sweaty grip. “This primo footage of our fearless leader is being broadcast live to thousands of San Franciscans. You know, for all her fans who want to feel like they’re right here with us. Watching the amazing Aveda Jupiter kick demon ass in person.”
The “battle livestream” had been Aveda’s idea. I knew she was hoping her fans would be particularly wowed by a spinning backhand move she’d recently added to her repertoire. It looked pretty awesome to me. Then again, all of her moves looked awesome to me, mostly because I couldn’t conceive of doing them without falling on my ass.
“And I’m here to help with that,” Lucy purred, gesturing at my phone. “If only to get Miss Fearless Leader to stop yelling at you for two seconds. I was merely attempting to slide in next to you in cool superspy fashion.” She fluttered her eyelashes and flashed me the patented Lucy Valdez Smile of Supreme Innocence.
Others might be taken in by that smile, given Lucy’s tiny stature and typically adorable ensemble: vintage frock, knee-high stockings, patent leather Mary Janes. For me, the effect was somewhat ruined by the knowledge that she had six daggers of various sizes concealed on her person. And possibly some nunchucks. As Aveda’s weapons expert, personal trainer, and occasional bodyguard, she was in charge of such things—but I was pretty sure she carried all that stuff around on her days off, too.
“Has boss lady tried her spinning backhand yet?” Lucy asked. “She insisted on prolonging last night’s training session way past both our bedtimes just to make sure she had it exactly right.”
“I think it’s coming…now.” I gestured to Aveda as one last mob of cupcakes swarmed her, their fangs tearing at her costume. She took a step to the right and whirled into that forceful spinning backhand, taking them out one by one: Splat! Splat! Splat!
Frosting exploded everywhere. I ducked, but managed to hold my phone steady.
The effect of the move was stunning. It was like watching old school Wonder Woman Lynda Carter go into her trademark spin. Only instead of emerging with a costume change, Aveda racked up demon kill points.
Aveda glowered at the mess of the bakery. “Take that you be-frosting-ed fiends,”she growled.
Hmm, not her best catchphrase. I mentally patted myself on the back for the whole “filming without sound” thing.
An eerie silence descended over us as the portal closed, its glittery gold haze narrowing into a thin line, then disappearing entirely.
“Looks like all is quiet on the baked goods front,” Lucy said, gesturing to our suddenly silent surroundings. “So…yay?”
“Yay,” I agreed, tapping “end” on my phone screen, cutting the livestream. “Our little friends got bored with their latest toy pretty quickly this time ’round. Though the clean-up crew still has to come in, make sure we didn’t miss anything.”
“I didn’t miss anything,” Aveda said, brushing frosting remnants from her sleeves. “Now let’s see the footage. You recorded in addition to livestreaming, yes?”
“Yes,” I said, passing her the phone. “And you know, you also saved the world again and stuff. Maybe take a moment to enjoy that.”
“It was nothing.” She flashed me her dazzling Aveda Jupiter Smile of Triumph—the one the public loved so much—then focused on the screen. She liked to study every kick and punch the moment battle ended, as she was “in the right headspace to properly focus on bettering my fighting skills.” For a moment, she beamed, her pride in her moves evident. Her expression warmed further as she watched herself land in position, watched her ponytail fly like a glorious flag behind her.
“Yes! Nailed it,” she said, tapping the screen as her spinning backhand replayed.“Oh, what’s this?” She frowned as my phone emitted a series of “dings.”
“That’s to alert me about your name being mentioned on Twitter and other social media platforms,” I said, taking the phone back from her. “Since this is the first time we’ve attempted a ‘battle livestream,’ I thought you’d like to see the immediate fan reactions.”
“Clever, Evie,” Aveda said, peering over my shoulder. “So what are they saying?”
I pulled up the app that tracked social media mentions and scrolled through.
“Thank u for saving the city again, Aveda! We love u 4ever!”
“Whoa, the demons took CUPCAKE form this time? That is crazypants from crazytown!”
“Good thing we have Aveda Jupiter around to keep this crazytown from being eaten alive!”
“Maybe cut the close-ups next time, though. Am I the only one who noticed…her face?”
I tried to hit “close” on the app, but it was too late.
“My what?” Aveda gasped in my ear. “What’s wrong with my…”
She whipped around and peered at her reflection in the ruined display case. Finally, I saw it, this thing that was about to upset her more than a whole army of ferocious cake monsters ever could. It was a bright pink half-sphere dotting her left cheekbone, the one sour note in her otherwise flawless visage.
“A. Zit,” she hissed, her voice low and cold. I could tell she was milliseconds from blowing up, but trying to rein herself in.
Ugh, how had I not noticed the zit? I kept a full complement of makeup stuffed into my various hoodie pockets in order to prevent moments like these. The little fucker must have bloomed in the heat of battle.
Okay, okay, maybe I could still keep her from falling into the impending rage spiral…
"You’re covered in demon bites,” I said, soothing voice in full effect. I gestured to the blood dribbling all over Aveda’s costume. “How is one little zit worse than that?”
“Wounds are heroic. Zits are weakness!” she snarled, flinging her arms out. Her hand smacked into a porcelain unicorn perched on the counter, sending it on a death-defying leap to the floor.
“Whoa.” Lucy came to the rescue, catching the poor unicorn just in time.
“That is not a saying. That is not a thing,” I said. But as I scrolled through the social media mentions, I could see that the public—at least the nastier ones who seemed to delight in posting their word vomit on the internet—agreed. Mixed in with the glowing remarks about Aveda’s city-saving skills were various snarky comments about the “monstrosity” on her face. Had she even bothered looking in the mirror before going into battle? Maybe that’s what scared the demons off? Perhaps she’d been indulging in a few too many actual cupcakes lately? Come to think of it, her costume was looking a little tight on the backside…
There was even an #AvedasGinormousZit hashtag. And it was already trending.
“Did anyone mention my spinning backhand?” Aveda asked. Underneath the steel of her tone lurked something else: a thread of genuine hurt that no one had bothered to notice the thing she’d nearly killed herself perfecting. The thing that would help in her quest to, you know, save the city.
I kind of wanted to hug her, but showing her I’d glimpsed any weakness would only hurt her more.
“Let me see what I can find,” I said, scrolling through the app again.
“No. Forget it!” she growled. “Dammit. I’ve been working on that move for months. It takes down three times the demons three times as fast. I timed it.”
“I know,” I said, trying to make my tone even more gentle, more calming. “I’m sure everyone will see that once they’ve had a chance to watch the footage a few times. Speaking of which, we can digitally remove the zit from all rebroadcasts. And it’s really not that bad—”
“Not that bad?” Aveda’s arms reached full-on flail as her voice twisted into a hysterical squeak. “You know Little Miss Reporter Maisy will focus on this shit rather than the fact that I just took down a whole portal’s worth of demons. And what about thefan meet-and-greet tonight? Or the benefit tomorrow? My face has to be perfect! All of me has to be perfect!”
She shook her head emphatically, as if this would banish all zits ever from planet Earth.
“Get your priorities in order, Evie!” she shrieked. “This is a complete disaster!”
Seething with frustration, she yanked her hair out of its ponytail and scrutinized her expression once again in the display case. “Where did you even come from?” she snarled at the blemish. “I haven’t eaten French fries in seven years.”
One of her flailing hands swept out, knocking a whole parade of unicorns to the floor. This time, there were just too many of them: Lucy only managed to save a couple from plummeting to their doom.
Aveda whipped around, pointing an accusatory finger at us.
“And sometimes,” she said, “I just really want French fries.”
With that, she turned and stomped toward the door.
“Are you coming?” she barked over her shoulder. “I have to greet my public. And then I have to get back to work.”
I could already hear her muttering under her breath about the different techniques she was going to apply to the spinning backhand to make it absolutely flawless. So powerful, no one would be able to say jack-shit about any imperfections that dared show up on her face next time.
“My word.” Lucy gently placed one of the unicorns she’d saved on the counterand patted its head. “Given the choice, which would you rather face, darling: an Aveda Jupiter tantrum or our sugary little demons?”
“The demons,” I muttered without hesitation. We both watched as Aveda flung the bakery door open with such force, the foundation of the building seemed to shake.“Always the demons.”
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
It was amazing, hilarious, inspiring :)
I never thought I'd be reading a book about superheroes... sorry, superheroines... and I didn't think it would be anything like Heroine Complex. I guess I was expecting lots of action and big epic battles, awesome superpowers, all that jazz. Instead, I read a book that was fabulously down-to-earth and just felt real (despite all the demon things running around the city of San Francisco). This book was so much fun to read. Much of that I attribute to the protagonist, Evie, who's an assistant to her best friend who also happens to be the city's amazing superheroine Aveda Jupiter. She puts up with a LOT and I had a lot of respect for Evie at times. Other times I wanted to her to grow a freaking backbone and stand up for herself (don't worry, it happened). But her flaws, her decisions and how she handles the consequences, felt realistic. Human. And in this particular world that was an achievement. I'm pretty sure the way the story's told was entirely intentional (at least I hope so). It's humorous, even opening with demons who possess cupcakes. The bad guys are mean girls seeking attention and otherwordly demons that come off as funny instead of scary. The real story came down to the friendship between Evie and Aveda, coming to terms with the other's life and how they can come to work together. Evie also gets a romance and I'm just gonna say that I wouldn't mind having a brawny scientist in my life. That particular subplot didn't feel forced either. Kuhn led up to it in both obvious and not-so-obvious ways that made it an "they should totally be together already" way well before it comes up. For those looking for representation, I can't speak in terms of how well it was done but the main character is stated as being half-Japanese and Aveda is Chinese-American. I don't say this because I think it impacted the story in any way beyond the characters being themselves, but more for those interested in a story featuring a non-white lead. I'm not actually sure what to call this book, if it's an urban fantasy or not. I suppose that's the best genre for it but you'll find that Heroine Complex doesn't read the same way as many of the books in the genre. As I said, it's laced with humor that I'd expect from late night cartoons. It sets the book apart in my mind both in style and content. This book is just plain fun. I don't think it's the best book I've ever read, but the characters were well-developed and easy to relate to both in terms of their personality and the decisions they face (cupcake demons aside, of course). I'm looking forward to checking out the sequel which follows Aveda. At first, I wasn't a huge fan of her for the way she treated Evie but I slowly came over to her side by the end and definitely think she deserves her own book. If you're into awesome superheroines who are also insanely human, this is the book for you. With the sequel out, you can now binge the books too. Get on that, y'all. ;)
Heroine Complex centers two Asian-American characters who are superheroes - Annie who is Aveda Jupiter and San Francisco's friendly neighbourhood superhero, and her best friend/personal assistant Evelyn aka Evie. Though the story is told from Evie's perspective as a woman who learns to come into her own power, it is also a story about friendship and how much give and take should be in a relationship. All this set in an urban fantasy landscape where demons from another dimension have given powers to a few San Francisco residents. Evie has been a personal assistant to Annie for some years now, and despite how much the latter bosses her around, she feels like she owes it to her. They have a close friendship as they are childhood friends but the cracks also show. The book delves into it and shows how being friends for a long time doesn't excuse any terrible behaviour, no matter how much history you have with that person. Evie's own personal growth also comes about when she stops being afraid of her own power; her new love teaches her to accept her abilities and learn to control it rather than wishing it away. On Annie's side, though we don't get her POV, we see how she has been struggling to be the perfect superhero for her city. She is not only a target for sexism, and constantly having to look perfect for her adoring fans, she also had to be the perfect daughter to her parents. So when she is injured and has Evie take over her role, she starts getting jealous of how good Evie is at being a superhero. She is flawed, and that makes her interesting. She eventually comes to accept how her behaviour towards her friend was wrong, but yeesh, it was terrible until then. The book also touches upon racism, and how it has affected our two heroines. Evie and Annie became friends together firstly because their classmates bullied them for being different. Their conviction about being heroes also came about from seeing an Asian superhero movie when they were young, speaking for the importance of having young girls someone they can look up to, in a way they can relate to. It deals with serious issues in a humorous manner, and doesn't come across as heavy. Some situations are downright ridiculous, and I was not so convinced with the villain reveal at the end, but on the whole, the book is entertaining. Content warning: As the book contains sex scenes, this is not recommended for younger teens. Reader discretion advised.
Heroine Complex, is a fresh take on a super heroine story. Full of Wit and of course Danger! dun dun dun.. So Demons came breaking through a portal in good ol’ San Francisco. It gave some meh powers to a few thousand humans. Evie and Annie aka Aveda Jupiter took full of advantage of the Super Hero thing. Aveda honed her skills. Not having any major power but she built herself one Stamina and Roundhouse Kicks. And Evie became basically her side kick of all things. Being at Aveda’s divaish beck and call. Evie keeps her emotions in check, not wanting to feel to much. Everything is peachy. That is until… Nope so not gonna tell you the whole story. They’ve built this life, this secret lair and having their own, wait for it… Secret Sciencey lab. I think any reader who loves Super Heroes, Demons, Sci-fi, Kick A*% women and hunky nerdy guys will love, Heroine Complex. This seriously was an entertaining read. The character development was superb. Around every corner something happened, that you would never expect. That just kept me reading and reading. Till I got to the last page! Then of course I was sad it was over. The cover art on this book is pretty exceptional. I loved it and that’s what first drew me to this story. Overall, I don’t think this deserves anything less than a 5!...Lissa