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Westwood University
Westwood Chronicles Book 1
by Alexandria James
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Fantasy Romance

 

3 months. 90 days. 2,160 hours.

That’s all it took for my world to fall apart.

My life had always been so certain, I’ve had a concrete plan for as long as I can remember.

Until the day I was accepted into Westwood University.

Until I let anger morph my actions.

Until I opened the gates of hell.

Until him.

His eyes are what first caught me, I was a fly in his web. Once I was bound in the threads, I was doomed. I let him consume me, all of me.

I was in too deep when he told me the truth…

 

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At the end of the class, I felt like my head was about to split open. This class was already intense and it was only day one. When he dismissed us, the professor asked to see the student he called “Mr. West” and he did not look happy.

I had an hour before my second class started and decided to get a head start reading the first chapter of my Cell Biology book. I sat under a large oak tree facing the parking lot, avoiding some students from my class who flipped me off when I left.

Four pages into my chapter, I almost jumped out of my skin as the boy who sat next to me in class sat down beside me with a grunt. “Hi,” he said as I looked up at him with wide eyes, my stomach dropping with a fluttering feeling.

I quickly pushed past it, looking around to see people whisper. “Listen, if you’re here to prank me or scold me about the bell, trust me there’s no need. I know I fucked up,” I said defensively and started to put my book away to leave.

His hand fell on my book to stop me. “Definitely not here to prank you or scold you. Actually, I’m here to thank you. The bell distraction… helped me, per se. So, thanks.”

I took my book back out and nestled into my spot. He looked normal enough, too hot to be real, but I didn’t get any bad vibes from him. “Are you a believer in the gates of hell?” I mumbled, watching him from the corner of my eye.

He dusted off some invisible dirt from his black Nikes and smoothed out the dark denim of his jeans. “Yes. I am,” he said in all seriousness.

“Yet you’re not mad at me…” I trailed.
He laughed and looked at me. “No. You had some balls to ring that thing, I’m impressed.”

I turned toward him. “You’re not worried I doomed the school?”

This time he didn’t laugh. “This school was already doomed, you just set off an early release button. Plus, it takes about a month for the bells ring to fully awaken anything. So no, I’m not really worried. I’m excited.”

I looked at him dumbfounded. “Right…Well I don’t mean to be rude, but I need to study a bit before my next class,” I said and held up my book for emphasis.

“I’ve got that class too, with Mrs. Saunders?”

I pulled out my phone and looked up my class list again. “Yeah,” I mumbled.

“May I see your phone?” he asked with his hand out.

I reluctantly handed it over, thinking he wanted to look at my class list. He mumbled about a few of my professors once he had the device in hand and then clicked out of the app.
“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Giving you my number,” he said, throwing me a brief, perfect smile and then looking back down.

“I didn’t ask for your number,” I said with venom to my words, holding my hand out for my phone.

He ignored my annoyed tone and handed my phone back. “Want me to show you where the class is?” he asked.

I looked down at my screen, still lit with his name and number. “Phoenix?” I said aloud, not looking at him.

“Yep.”

When I didn’t respond he got my attention with a hand motion. “And yours would be?”

I eyed him for a moment and put my phone away. Standing up and grabbing my bag I sighed. “Ezlynn.”

He stood up too and held out his hand, I shook it. “Well, Ezlynn, it’s nice to meet you. It looks like we’re in the same degree program, so I’ll see you around. Did you need help getting to class?” His tone held no sarcasm and I was taken aback that he might be sincerely helpful.

I shook my head. “No, thanks though. I’m actually going to head back to my dorm for a little bit. I’ll see you there?”

He smiled at me; his black eyes so intense that I had goose bumps on my arms. “Yeah. I’ll save you a seat.”

“Thanks,” I said and waved as I turned around to walk back to the dorms.

Alexandria James was born in California, but raised all over the US due to being a child of the military. She loves to laugh, sing and write– when not spending precious time with her family. Alexandria lives in South Florida with her husband and two sons.
 
 
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Cover Reveal: Magician Rising, by Renée des Lauriers

Magician Rising

Magician Rising
by Renée des Lauriers
Publication date: May 25th 2021
Genres: New Adult, Urban Fantasy

Dark powers she can’t control. Deadly hunters tracking her down. Can she rip the target off her back before it turns fatal?

Jun Bear has lived with bad luck all her life. And when a professor threatens to give her a failing grade, the college senior sees her hopes for graduating in two months going down another ill-fated drain. But her fortunes plunge further when an unnatural earthquake shakes the campus and unleashes cold-blooded assassins after her head…

Unsure what’s happening, Jun finds herself facing a trained killer intent on exposing the wielder of the dangerous magic. And when she’s provoked into revealing her unexpected new abilities, she’s determined to prove her innocence before she’s permanently eliminated.

Can she win over an ally and survive a bloodthirsty secret society fixated on wiping her out?

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Release Date: April 15th, 2019
New Adult Dark Fantasy

Being possessed by a vampire sucks!

Alana Jones’s world has been completely turned upside-down after being bitten by a vampire’s reflection in a cursed mirror. Now she’s forced to stay in an abandoned Victorian inn on an isolated island off the west coast of Florida, where Alana lives a double life: one as herself and one as a vicious murderer. Over the past year, she has spilt and drunk the blood of sixteen victims. The guilt of their deaths slowly eating away her sanity.

Sixteen dead . . .

However, things become even more complicated when Alana finds Cole, a surfer she felt a connection with the moment they met on the mainland, locked up in the island’s shed. Knowing his death is inevitable, she attempts to distant herself from him, continually reminding herself of the monster residing underneath her skin. Unfortunately, it’s a small island, and the more she interacts with Cole, the more her feelings grow for him.

Eventually, she has to make a decision. Either accept his fate or find a way to expel the vampire’s spirit from within herself before she murders him as well.

 

 
 

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“Just a thought,” I answer at first. “What if we use the rest of the dough you just made to make some pizza bombs for lunch?”

Cole stops the rolling pin and looks at me. “Pizza what?”

“Pizza bombs!” I nearly shout in excitement. “You basically put a little sauce, cheese, and your choice of toppings in the center of some biscuit dough and bake. We’ll each make our own, of course, but the rule will be we have to try at least one of the other’s pizza bombs.”

Cole snorts. “With your taste in toppings, that idea might just make me throw up.”

Insulted, I grab a pinch of flour from the center of the cutting board and toss it at Cole’s face. Cole puts up his hand in an attempt to block the attack, but my dusting still hits my target square in the cheek. He glares at me for a second, then scoops out what little flour that is left in the bag into his hand. I’m up on my feet in an instant.

“Cole don’t,” I beg.

He smirks at my plea and steps toward me. “You asked for it.” He charges as I attempt to run, only to find myself cornered between the refrigerator and farmhouse sink. I shut my eyes as the powdery substance brushes against my skin and slips between my lips. The taste of dry flour settles on my tongue, making me feel like I just swallowed a pile of dust. Once I open my eyes, I find my hair, face, and top are coated in white. Cole holds his belly while he laughs. I gently brush the flour away from my eyes and turn my focus on the farmhouse sink and the discarded measuring cup inside. I turn on the faucet, pretending to wash as I take the cup and fill it full of water. Cole’s laughter ceased just when I turn around. He looks from me to the cup.

“And what are you going to do with that?” he asks.

Without replying, I walk up to him and toss the water into his face. Cole stumbles back as the water splashes down his neck, shirt, and pants—dousing them through—all the way to the kitchen floor. Now, I’m the one laughing while Cole uses his flour-dusted hands to wipe off his face, leaving white streaks on his skin. Unfortunately, my joy doesn’t last as long as his did. The moment the water is out of Cole’s storm-brewing eyes, he reaches out and grabs me by the waist. I scream in a mixture of fear and delight as he lifts me up and tucks me under his muscular arm like a sack of grain. He marches me to the farmhouse sink.

“Truce.” I laugh, seeing what was coming next. “Truce.” Cole ignores my plea, places me down, and turns on the faucet. Then shoves my head under the stream of water. The cold freezes the back of my head, neck, and cheeks while flour trickles into the farmhouse sink. “I said, truce!” I cried.

Cole quickly releases his pressure on my back, allowing me to turn off the water. I sputter some water from my lips and pull my hair forward to wring it out into the farmhouse sink.

 
 
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About the Author:

Kelsey Ketch is a young-adult/new-adult author, who works as a Wildlife Biologist and Data Analysis. During her free time, she can often be found working on her latest work in progress. She also enjoys history, mythology, traveling, and reading.

For more information, please visit her site at kelseyketch.com.

 

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