Prom was supposed to be the perfect night. A dream come true.It was complicated, but I had a prom date: Felicity. The girl of my dreams. The girl who made me realize I was into girls. The girl I’d been crushing on since before I knew what a crush was.The only problem? The head of the prom committee and our jerk principal both have an issue with two girls going to prom together. Turns out they’re not so cool with the whole gay thing, and are willing to abuse their power to keep us out.I wanted a date with the girl of my dreams. That was complicated enough without also being thrust in the middle of a media storm that has all eyes in the country on our small town.Sucks to be us, right? Yeah, no way. Because this is the twenty-first century, and we’re not gonna take it!Some people say we’re saving the world by standing up to the man. I say we're saving prom from the haters in our small town and around the world.Because I have a date with the girl of my dreams, and nothing’s going to stop me from finally getting that magic dance I’ve been dreaming of my whole life!

Night Terror, the greatest villain Starlight City has ever seen, might not be the greatest for much longer. Her girlfriend is back. Only Fialux might not be her girlfriend anymore. Showing up with her powers at the head of an invading alien army has kind of put a cramp on rekindling their relationship. Yeah, it’s back to the bad old days. Fialux vs. Night Terror, only this time around that age old fight ends with Night Terror getting a one way ticket to SuperMax: the infamous prison for the criminally villainous! Yeah, not exactly the steamy reunion Night Terror was hoping for. So now she’s in the clink. The hoosegow. Stuck in the pokey surrounded by lesser villains who couldn’t escape or afford a lawyer good enough to get them out. And there are a lot of people on the inside who wouldn’t mind taking a shot at Night Terror now that she doesn’t have all the wonderful toys that made her the most feared villain in Starlight City not so long ago. Crazy ex-girlfriends hellbent on conquering a world she’s already called dibs on. Heroes and villains getting thrown into SuperMax as new management takes over the city. They all want a piece of the queen, and they all made one massive mistake. Night Terror might be down on her luck. She might not have any of her wonderful toys, but she still has the one thing that made her the greatest villain the world has ever seen: her brains. She’s going to show the world why Night Terror should still be feared, and she doesn’t care how many asses she has to kick to prove it!

I used to think love was a lie. A convenience Hollywood and big jewelry came up with to sell stuff. I knew the truth. That people were fooling themselves when they said they were in love. That there were zombie relationships out there shambling along in desperate need of a shot to the head. That’s where I came in in. For the right price, that is. My name is Ashley Timmons, and I’m the infamous breakup artist. You've probably heard of me.The breakup artist was a cynic when it came to Love. Big surprise. Only all of that has changed. I’m not the person you’ve read about online. Believe it or not, the breakup artist has found love. It turns out I wasn’t broken after all. It wasn’t that I couldn’t love. The problem was I was trying to love the wrong gender. Oops. I’m a girl in love with a girl who probably hates me. I’m almost universally hated because of my messy but necessary side hustle. I’m a girl trying to fix all the stuff that’s gone wrong. Even the stuff that isn’t my fault. I promise less than half of the nasty rumors you’ve heard about me are true. That’s why I’m writing this. It’s time to tell my side of things and set the record straight.It's time to learn the true story of the breakup artist, and how everything changed when she fell in love.

People who say they were born in the wrong time always annoyed me. Until I fell through a time warp and found the girl of my dreams in the distant past of the early ‘90s!It was supposed to be a fun night out with friends at a skating rink. Only I hadn’t skated in years and sort of hit my head. Hard.I don’t know if that’s what did it. I sure as hell didn’t hit 88 miles per hour on those skates. George Carlin didn’t invite me to check out his phone booth. I didn’t walk into a police box that’s bigger on the inside. But I still wound up in the early ‘90s, that weird in between time when the ’80s were refusing to die off, which wasn’t the greatest for a modern girl.We’re talking the neon colors everywhere, poofy hairsprayed hairdos on the women and the men, Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer being played unironically, early 1990s.I love retro, but time travel? That was a bit much. Until I met Jenny. Beautiful Jenny. My perfectly awesome retro girl. Who totally lives in a time before I was born! A time when people weren’t as cool with the whole LGBT thing as they are these days.My life was complicated enough before I found myself in the middle of a time traveler’s girlfriend situation! And that time might be running out.The question is, am I running on Terminator rules where time a closed loop, everything’s already happened, and I don’t have a choice about the future? Or is there still a chance I might find a loophole that lets me Terminator 2 this thing and make my own fate?Yeah, and you thought you had love trouble!90s Girl is a 62,000 word lesbian time travel romance featuring a trip back to that magical time that wasn’t quite the ‘80s, wasn’t quite the ‘90s, when Vanilla Ice and New Kids on the Block dominated the charts, bright neon colors were everywhere, and people actually thought parachute pants were a legitimate fashion choice!