Unsung Heroine by Sarah Kuhn (Heroine Complex #3.5)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 1.5 Mb
Unsung Heroine : This new installment in the smart, snarky, and action-packed Heroine series follows personal superhero trainer Lucy Valdez and friends Aveda Jupiter and Bea and Evie Tanaka as they combat a new supernatural threat.
Lucy Valdez is many things: fight trainer/bodyguard to superheroines, fabulous vintage fashion plate, undisputed karaoke queen at local joint, The Gutter. She is also one of the toughest fighters in all of San Francisco without superpowers. So why can’t she seem to confess her feelings to her longtime crush Rose Rorick, head of the San Francisco Police Department’s Demon Unit?
Well…. actually, she knows why. She’s afraid Rose won’t like the real Lucy, the Lucy underneath all the fabulous bravado. (She is still fabulous underneath that bravado—just in a different way.)When a mysterious new karaoke star rises up at The Gutter and eclipses her, Lucy finds her confidence further shaken—and when strange, seemingly supernatural happenings threaten both this new star and The Gutter’s very existence, she must rise to the challenge and investigate alongside Rose. Will Lucy be able to vanquish the demonic threat to her beloved karaoke haven, confess her true feelings to Rose, and reclaim her karaoke throne?
“I’m implying that you’re clearly the best, as you demonstrated with tonight’s performance,” Evie said. “So why are we continuing this charade of watching other people wail their way through the classics when we could be crowning you our queen and going home?” She nudged me under the table with her foot as the overly earnest guy onstage tried to hit the punishing high note near the end of “Unchained Melody.” His attempt was so loud and dreadful, the mini chandelier above the stage—something Kevin, the owner of The Gutter, had added recently to up the “class factor”—seemed to vibrate in agony.
I winced, and Stu Singh, The Gutter’s grizzled half-demon piano player, winced along with me. Goodness knows how many utterly wretched performances Stu had been subjected to over the years, but somehow he always kept on playing, every arpeggio run and key change note-perfect. I admired him a great deal for that.
“Ah.” I waved a hand at Evie—and took a moment to admire how my sparkly nail polish caught the light. As if I was wearing a mini chandelier on each fingertip. “I’m sensing you want to get home as fast as superhumanly possible so you can engage in a world-class shag-a-thon with your hot new husband.”
“Well . . . yes,” Evie said. Her cheeks flushed, making her freckles stand out. “But mostly I want to see you get your due. And to . . . not have to listen to this anymore.” She winced again as Earnest Unchained Melody Guy added unnecessary (and off-key) vocal flourishes to the end of the song.
“Really, Evelyn. I never took you for such an absolute snob. Karaoke is all about letting your true spirit out, allowing the joy to overtake you, and having enough panache to give the crowd a good show. Skill is not as important a factor.”
“A convenient attitude for someone as skilled as you to have,”