Kenna is tired of being "normal." The only thing special about her is that she's isn't special at all. Which is frustrating when you're constantly surrounded by superheroes. Her best friend, her ex-boyfriend, practically everyone she knows has some talent or power. Sure, Kenna's smart and independent, but as an ordinary girl in an extraordinary world, it's hard not to feel inferior.
So when three villains break into the lab where she interns, Kenna refuses to be a victim. She stands her ground. She's not about to let criminals steal the research that will make her extraordinary too.
But in the heat of battle, secrets are spilled and one of the villains saves her life. Twice. Suddenly, everything Kenna thought she knew about good and evil, heroes and villains is upended. And to protect her life and those she loves, she must team up with her sworn enemies on a mission that will redefine what it means to be powerful and powerless...
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Tracy Deebs is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling and criticially-acclaimed author who writes under many pseudonyms, including young adult novels about surfing mermaids and technological armaggeddon.
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By Tera Lynn Childs, Tracy Deebs
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If I could have any superpower, right now, I'd choose the ability to reach through glass. One thin, little pane is all that separates me from bliss ... of the midnight-snack variety, to be exact. The chocolate bar hangs halfway to freedom but refuses to take the plunge, as if the vending machine is mocking me, taunting me.
As if it knows I'm powerless.
Annoyed, I slam my palms against the glass. Everything inside shudders. My chocolate bar — pure Swiss milk chocolate dotted with toasted hazelnuts — doesn't budge.
"Come on," I beg as if the candy can hear me. "Just a little farther."
No such luck.
Then again, when have I ever been lucky? I'm just glad no heroes are around to see me lose a battle with a vending machine. I would be the punch line to every joke for a year.
Thankfully, the lab is pretty much empty at this time of night. Even Mom went home two hours ago, leaving me to transcribe the notes from today's sessions. I prefer to work when no one is around. My experiments fall into a gray area in the Superhero Code of Conduct, and even though I'm not technically a superhero — yet — I try not to piss off the powers-that-be. The last thing I need is to lose my lab privileges before I've perfected my formula.
Copying down Mom's scribblings is like deciphering some previously unknown ancient language. It isn't exactly the most glamorous summer job ever, but it pays okay and gives me access to the facility.
I'm almost done with tonight's transcription from the digital white board Mom and her team spent all day filling with chemical equations for her newest power-enhancing formula. Maybe twenty more minutes, and then I can get back to my test samples.
My stomach rumbles in protest, reminding me that I skipped dinner. I really want that stupid chocolate bar. But since I just used my last quarters, my only hope is that one of the security guards upstairs has change for a ten.
I turn away from the vending machine alcove and start back around the corner to grab my wallet from the lab.
Right before I make the turn, I hear hurried footsteps. Not wanting a repeat of last week's collision with Dr. Harwood — my favorite jeans still smell like sulfur — I hang back a step.
But the boy who rushes around the corner looks nothing like the balding, old scientist who works nearly as many late nights as I do.
No, this guy is tall and lean, but not too skinny. He's got major biceps and I can see the outline of some pretty impressive muscles beneath his shirt. Yum. He's probably about my age or a little older, eighteen or nineteen maybe. And everything about him is shrouded in black — his tee and jeans, his heavy-duty boots, his shoulder-length hair — everything but his eyes.
If we weren't in superhero central, I'd say he looks like a stereotypical villain.
You'd think with all that darkness, he'd be nothing more than shadow. But he's all angles: his cheekbones, his jaw, even the collarbones I can see peeking out from the low neckline of his tee. Light seems to reflect off him like moon glow at midnight. Surrounded by all that sculpted darkness, his icy blue irises burn like the hottest flames.
Our gazes collide, and though I know it's vain, I instantly wish my hair wasn't pulled back in a messy braid and that I was wearing something — anything — more appealing than my dad's ratty old 1996 Stanley Cup Champions tee.
Hot guys in the underground lab are few and far between — Who am I kidding? Hot guys in my life are few and far between — so most of my wardrobe choices involve comfort and whether I mind if the garment gets ruined by acid, dye, or any of a million other compounds we work with every day.
If my best friend, Rebel, were here, she'd be doing an I-told-you-so dance because she's been wanting to give me a makeover forever. That, and she'd already have his number and email address, and they'd be making plans for their date this weekend. Me, I can't even manage a simple "hello."
The fact that he's scowling at me, those dark brows slashing low over those bright eyes, isn't helping anything.
"The lab is supposed to be empty," he says.
His voice is flat, but his comment almost feels like an accusation.
"I'm working late," I answer, trying not to sound defensive. "What are you doing here?"
He lifts an eyebrow. "You're working in the hall?"
"I needed a break to come get chocolate," I say, gesturing at the vending machine behind me.
He nods down at my empty hands. "You don't have any chocolate."
"That thing hates me. Took my money and kept the candy bar."
In a graceful movement that looks almost choreographed, Dark-and-Scowly steps around me and up to the greedy machine. He presses his palms to the glass, just like I did. Hey, maybe he has the power to reach through glass. After all, around here pretty much everyone but me has some kind of super ability.
When his hands don't immediately sink through the surface, I say, "I tried smacking it already. Didn't work."
Moving his hands closer to the edge, he curls his fingers around the frame. Then, with his boots braced on the floor, he gives the whole machine a solid shove. The heavy hunk of metal rocks back once, then comes forward, its front legs hitting the tile floor with a sharp thud. On impact, the chocolate bar sails against the glass before falling into the trough below.
He turns to face me, a cocky smile twisting one side of his mouth. "Takes a special touch."
I duck down and reach through the hinged door to grab the candy bar.
"You're my hero," I joke.
He snorts. "Right."
I stand up, chocolate clutched safely in my hand. There's an awkward silence that stretches into uncomfortable territory. When I can't take it anymore, I wag the candy and say, "Well, thanks."
I start to walk around him, to head back to the lab, when he steps into my path.
"So, what boring work do you have to take breaks from?"
I try to sound casual, like I'm not eager to keep talking to him. "I'm transcribing notes in the manipulation lab."
As I point down the same hall he came from, he turns his head to follow the direction of my gesture. I automatically check for the mark of the League beneath his right ear. If it's there, I can't see it behind his hair. He could be a hero. Or he could be an ordinary, just like me.
Suddenly self-conscious, I tug a piece of hair forward to cover my unmarked skin.
When he looks at me again, his scowl is back in place and even deeper.
He asks, "You're working in Dr. Swift's lab?"
"She's my mom. I'm helping her out." I shrug. "There are worse summer jobs."
He gaze skims over me. "You're Kenna Swift?"
And that's the end of that.
My mom is famous in hero circles. She's developed more than a dozen different formulas for the superhero world, from sprays that thaw victims of freeze rays to supplements that keep thought-readers out of someone's mind. She's earned the League Medal of Valor three times. And those were just for the inventions they know about. She's their very own Einstein, Edison, and Jobs rolled into one.
The only thing I'm famous for is being the powerless daughter of a superhero. My dad was one of the best of the best. And I'm ... nothing.
I shift my weight, wanting to redirect the conversation away from me. "You never answered my question. What are you doing down here so late?"
Those bright-blue eyes sear into me as he takes a step back. "I have to go."
His sudden evasiveness makes me suspicious, so when he starts to move past me, I sidestep into his path. "Excuse me," I say, "but this is a secure level. Are you even authorized to be down here?"
"My dad," he says, scowling at me. "He's a security guard."
A security guard? The facility might be so big that I can't keep track of everyone who works in every lab, but I know all the guards by name. Especially the night guards, since I'm usually the last one here.
Travis and Luther are on duty tonight. Travis and his wife just had their first baby, a girl named Tia. Luther is old enough to be my great-grandfather and he never married.
I take half a step back as my suspicions turn to concern. "Who's your dad?" I demand.
This guy definitely has the look of a villain.
What if he really is one?
He glances nervously over his shoulder. "He's —"
I shake my head and start to walk away before he can finish the lie.
He reaches for me, but I shrug him off. My heart is beating way too fast. This could go way bad, way quick.
"Please, just listen." He waits until I'm looking him in the eye before he continues. "You know me," he says, his voice taking on this weird, hypnotic tone. "We've met before."
His eyes start to burn brighter and brighter. Oh crap. He must be a villain, and one with a psy power. The vilest kind. Fear and anger collide inside me as I wonder what to do about him trying to mess with my head. How to play this? I can't exactly tell him I'm —
Suddenly, the floor beneath my feet shudders violently, knocking me off balance. I lurch forward into Dark-and-Scowly's arms. He catches me, grabs my upper arms, just as a concussion wave of air and sound hits us.
That sounded — and felt — like a bomb went off in the lab. If we weren't a hundred feet underground and shielded by every protection science and superheroes can create, I'd think the supervillain Quake had struck. But that's impossible.
Then again, impossible doesn't always apply in the superhero world. After all, impossible didn't keep Dark-and-Scowly from being where he doesn't belong.
Suddenly, every alarm in the facility blares. I freak. The lab! All that research — Mom's and mine — is priceless. The superhero blood samples alone are more valuable than anything else in the building.
Panic overrides judgment and I push away, but his grip only tightens. The jerk. A little super strength would be really useful right now.
"You can't go in there."
"Who are you?" I demand, struggling to get out of his grasp. If he really is a villain, I don't want him near me or this lab. Not with what villains are capable of. "What have you done?"
He doesn't answer. More pissed than ever, I fake left and pull right. He follows my fake-out, and as his hair swings with the momentum, I see the mark I'd been looking for earlier. Not under his right ear like the superheroes. Under his left.
"You're a villain." It's not a question. I struggle harder. "What did you do? Let me go!"
"Don't!" he shouts above the roaring sirens. "If you go in there, you could get hurt. They're upset —"
I might not have superpowers, but I know how to knee a guy in the nuts. Before he can finish his sentence, he's doubled over, gasping for breath. I dash for the corner, but I don't get two steps before his hand clamps around my elbow.
"No, Kenna, you can't!" he shouts. "Trust me. If you —"
Anger overwhelms me. I've spent my whole life running from villains — from what they've done to my family. From what they might do to me. And I'm sick of it. I'm fed up with the whole steer-clear-of-anything-remotely-dangerous thing my mom's had me doing for so long.
Just because I don't have a power doesn't mean I'm powerless.
I turn on him with a furious growl and, using the karate-chop technique Rebel taught me, land a solid hit to the side of his neck. He releases me and I wrench open the door to the janitor's closet, use my entire body weight to shove him inside, then slam the door in his stunned face.
Holding the door handle with one hand, I use my other to dig out my security badge. I run it over the reader pad until I hear the lock engage. I leave him pounding against the door.
Who's the helpless ordinary now?
I sprint down the hall and around the corner to find the area outside the lab full of smoke. I hold my arm up to my face, covering my mouth with my sleeve as I look around.
The windows that line the wall between the lab and the hall have shattered, covering the floor with a million shards of safety glass. No ordinary bomb could have done that. Whoever that v-bag in the closet is, he obviously has help. There's another villain here. One with some kind of explosive power.
For a moment, fear paralyzes me. A villain like that killed my father, used his evil power to blow Dad up right in front of me. That same villain would have killed me if the heroes hadn't come along and stopped him. I was only four, but I remember watching my dad die. One moment he was yelling for me to run. And the next he was gone, nothing more than scorch marks on the tile.
Rage rips through me at the memory, burning away the last of my fear and sending me careening straight toward the lab. Villains have already taken my father from me. No way are they getting their disgusting paws on my mother's lab — and my research — too. Between the smoke and the strobe lights from the fire alarms, the lab looks like a better-lit version of the club Rebel always wants to go to. Or a designated disaster area.
Through the haze, I pull open the door. I know every inch of the lab by heart. Even smoke-blind, I can find my way to the emergency ventilation button.
Weaving around stools and counters, I hurry along the front edge of the room. Seconds later, my stomach connects with the counter that lines the far wall. I lean forward, tracing my fingers up the tile until I feel the big, red button.
I smack my palm against the plastic. A whooshing sound fills the lab, so powerful it almost drowns out the alarm sirens. Faster than I expect, smoke gets sucked up and out of the room through the massive vent in the middle of the ceiling. As the haze dissipates, the shadow of a figure emerges. A man stands in the back corner of the lab, facing the vault.
And the door is wide open.
I'm too late. I've failed.
"No," I whisper, terrified at what the villains might get their hands on.
I have to find a way to warn the League. Right now. The system automatically sends alerts, but there have been a number of false alarms lately. I don't want them to dismiss this as another one.
I glance around wildly and see my cell phone charging on the other side of the lab.
Using the counter to push off, I launch myself into a sprint. Only I don't take into account the stool I had pulled into the center of the room while working on the transcription earlier. I crash into it and send myself stumbling into the nearest lab table.
"What have we here?" a sneering voice asks with a crisp British accent.
I turn to the guy standing in front of the vault. Like Dark-and-Scowly, he's dressed in all black. Must be the standard-issue villain uniform these days. Except that his shock of red hair — which is currently standing on end — and the look of surprise on his face make him seem more startled-matchstick than villain-capable-of-blowing-up-the-vault.
That is, until he narrows his eyes at Dark-and-Scowly, who has somehow appeared in the blown-out doorway. I have a moment to wonder how the hell he got out of the janitor's closet before Matchstick hisses, "I thought you were supposed to take care of problems like this."
"I am," Dark-and-Scowly answers. "I've got everything under control."
The other guy snorts. "Don't look like it to me."
"You'd better go," I tell them, disappointed by the unsteady tremble in my voice. I'm still angry, but the fear is creeping back in. I'm trapped down here in this lab with two villains. The last time I was this close to the bad guys, my father was murdered and I ... I was —
I cut off that train of thought before it can go anywhere. I'm not that helpless little girl anymore, and anyone who thinks otherwise is going to be in for a big shock.
"Leave now," I tell them. "Before it's too late."
Matchstick starts toward me. "Why is that, sweetheart?"
"The guards are coming." I steel myself for whatever comes next. "Their response time is less than thirty seconds."
He starts laughing before I finish. Smirking, he says, "Your guards aren't coming. Aren't even in the building." He steps into the center aisle. "They took an unexpected vacation."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Very good and exiting. I liked the romance VERY much. The characters had a depth that I liked. Reccomend to all who love action or fantasy/superheroes.
Powerless by Tera Lynn Childs & Tracy Deebs is the 1st book in their new YA Hero Agenda series. When I read the description of the book, it appealed to me and I decided to read it. WOW I am glad I did. I really enjoyed Powerless, as it was exciting and a fun read. It is a YA story, in a world of Superheroes and Villains, and a perfectly fun book for adults We meet Kenna Swift, our heroine, as she is working late in her mother’s lab. Kenna feels inferior, as she is powerless, which is rare, as she comes from a strong family. Her mother is a renowned scientist and her deceased father was a powerful super hero. Kenna has been taught to hate and fear powerful villains. While working late night at the lab, she hears a noise and before she can do anything 3 of those feared Villains are in the lab. They tell her that they mean no harm, they are trying to find one of the villains brother, who they claim is being tortured by the super-heroes. Kenna does not believe them, and stands up to the three Villians. She turns out to be a tough, sassy, fearless heroine, even if she is powerless. The three men escape when Kenna manages to sound off the alarms. Kenna begins to suspect something is not what she believes, and accidently finds the young man who is missing being tortured. What will follow is an exciting adventure, where Kenna will meet up again with the three young men, as well as her best friend, Rebel and an ex boyfriend, who is a tech geek. Together they try to beat the odds in fighting the unknown superheroes who may just be the villains after all. Kenna will begin to see that not all the good guys are truly good, and not all Villains are bad. The last 1/3 of the book was a hold on to the edge of your seat exciting climax, with many surprises and twists. There was also a budding romance that was developing between Kenna and Draven, one of the Villains. This did not go too far, but I expect more from this couple in the future books. Powerless was a fun and exciting story, which I feel all ages would enjoy. This is the start of a wonderful collaboration between Tera Lynn Childs & Tracy Deebs. I cannot wait for the next book in this series.
Really loved the story line and the flow of the story was nice. I'm definitely looking foward to the series growing
Superheroes. The only word I needed to hear to want to pick up this book. I love books about superheroes. There is something so fascinating and elusive about a great superhero novel, so different from comics and movies. I can count on one hand the superhero books I've really enjoyed. Well, Powerless pulls off the superhero theme pretty well. Kenna is a great heroine- she is clever and used to standing up for herself in a world of men and women who are much stronger, faster and generally better at reading minds than she is. But Kenna does have one trick up her sleeve - she is immune to superpowers. Which comes in pretty handy when a group of villains break into the top-secret hero lab and demand information. But there is one other complication - the villains don't seem all that villainous. Secrets are exposed. Things are blown up. People are kidnapped. Kenna is going to quickly learn that there is a whole lot more to her world than she thought. While this was a fun read, I was left with a few unanswered questions about the hero and villain world. For example, do humans know superheroes exist? This was never explained clearly, but perhaps this will be expanded upon in the next book. Also, the very absolute and almost stereotypical divide between heroes and villains seemed a little unexplained. This too, I'm guessing, will be explored in the following book. Overall, a fun read. The publishers provided a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Fun action super heroes and villains book, but not much world building. There isn’t much down time in Powerless. It starts with a bang and never really lets up. The Good: Kenna is tough and smart. She does spend too much time thinking of tall dark and villainy, but I still liked her. And there was a little sprinkled humor throughout the book, which I always appreciate. The side characters were so good I kept wishing to hear from their point of view. I loved her best friend Rebel! I think she’d have made a great protagonist. She’s just so much fun! And maybe a villains point of view too! (I know a book is good when I have a wish list for next time!) Kenna and her potential love interest bicker almost constantly at first. I prefer banter, but they grew on me. Considering the book only takes place over three days their relationship didn’t feel too quick. (The intensity of her feelings by the end was a bit much for me though.) We get minimal world building, mostly what we learn about super powered people is in the prologue. I wish there’d been a bit more, like why some people are born with hero powers and others villains and what makes them different. The Bad: It didn’t bother me but this is the sort of book where she rarely said says, but gushed, spit, etc. Kenna also has a habit of repeating herself. (Which did annoy me.) There’s a plot hole near the end, where a previously strong character is suddenly exhausted despite not doing anything. I also feel I should mention the amazing number of times our ‘heroes’ failed. And the partial cliffhanger ending. (I would’ve read the next book. You didn’t have to torture me like this!) Overall: A fun book with good characters, though the plot was nothing special. (Almost all action) Point of View: First present (Kenna) Predictability: 4 out of 5 (Where 1 is totally unpredictable and 5 is I knew what was going to happen way ahead of time.) Source: Netgalley