Second
Chance Fate
Second Chance Academy
Book One
Ella J. Smyth
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance / PNR
Publisher: Unapologetic Romances
Date of Publication: Oct 30, 2020
ISBN: 979-8664544787
ASIN: B08CSXWG72
Number of pages: 252
Word Count: 63,800
Cover Artist: Ella J. Smyth
Tagline: Homework on top of a life sentence for murder? You've got to be
kidding me.
Book Description:
"My name is Amber Whitman, and I’m seventeen years old. Just over one month
ago, I was taken from my home, from my parents and everything I’d ever
known. The reason? I’d killed three strangers.
Not on purpose, you understand. It was an accident. But the government
decided I was too dangerous to be kept around normal people. I now live at
the Farkas Academy for Magical Advancement. I was told I’ll be here for
years. Until somebody decides I’m no longer a menace to society. My only
solace are three boys who are as trapped as I am.
But things are not as they seem. My survival may depend on figuring out
quickly who to trust and who to run from at the Second Chance Academy."
This is book one of the Second Chance Academy series, a #whychoose
medium-burn novel with a HFN, a grumpy cat, and three men trapped by their
past.
Excerpt
“Welcome to my class, Amber. I expect you’ll get great benefit from
it. I hear your powers are elemental in origin?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer this. Aware that every student in the
classroom was staring at me, I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I have no idea
what my powers are.”
Other than calling down lightning. I wasn’t going to say that out loud,
though.
Mrs. Palmer nodded. “That’s okay. That’s what this class is for. To help
you figure it out, and, more importantly, how to control it.”
Behind me, somebody hissed, “Before she kills us all.”
The teacher looked up sharply and said, “Ah, yes. Sharon. Why don’t you
come forward and show us how much control you’ve learned after your first
lesson.”
A shocked, “But—” was quickly interrupted by Mrs. Palmer. “No ‘but.’ Come
on. Show us.”
Sharon walked past the front row to stand next to the teacher. As she
passed, she threw me a nasty glare as if it was my fault the teacher had
her up front to demonstrate.
Mrs. Palmer clapped her hands. “Right, class. Pay close attention.
Sharon, please create three water bubbles above your head. One large and
two slightly smaller. You don’t have to move them in any way. Just keep
them in position for thirty seconds.”
Sharon’s face tightened into an expression of pure focus. Clearly, she’d
done this before. She closed her eyes and brought her palms together. I
stared at them, wondering if I was imagining the light-blue glow around
her skin.
But no, the light grew in intensity. Sharon pulled her hands apart, and
between her palms, a shimmering bubble grew. When it was the size of a
child’s head, she stretched her hands high and released the bubble. It
rotated slowly, catching and reflecting the light, creating fantastic
reflections on the walls of the classroom.
This was the first time I’d seen practical magic at play. Sharon had
created a water ball out of thin air, right in front of me. The other
students were equally spellbound by the beauty of the creation.
But they’d witnessed this before. To me, it was brand-new. Would I be
able to do something similar? Could I control lightning the way Sharon
seemed to juggle water so effortlessly?
She had created a second, smaller bubble, and was about to finish her
task by doing a third one. Soon, all three balls rotated above her head,
bathing her in an eerie, blueish light.
That’s when Mrs. Palmer clapped her hands again sharply. “Well done,
Sharon.”
My roommate gasped, clearly not expecting the smacking noise. Her
concentration broke, and the three bubbles disintegrated above her head
into a torrent of water. Her outraged scream was drowned out by howling
laughter. Our hysteria increased at Mrs. Palmer’s sheepish, “Oops.”
Sharon’s pretty hair hung around her face like a curtain of
beetroot-colored noodles. Her designer top clung to her like a piece of
plastic wrap, showing her bra and belly-button piercing. She looked like a
drowned rat.
I would have felt sorry for her, had she not acted like such a bitch to
me ever since we’d met. Mrs. Palmer rushed to console her, her expression
one of concern. Except when she passed me, I could have sworn she winked
at me.
My jaw dropped. Had I seen this right? Had my new teacher set this up to
embarrass Sharon? Her next words confirmed my suspicion.
“Class. Quiet, please. Before Sharon gets a new change of clothes, I
would like you to consider this: You’ve all had several lessons in
Elemental 101 already. And yet even a star student like Sharon finds it
difficult to control her water powers when distracted.
“I would like you to consider how difficult this is for somebody who’d
never had any formal training. If I hear anybody else attempting to make
new students feel uncomfortable or bully them, I will not hesitate to
bring this to the head witch’s attention. Am I making myself clear?”
And just for one moment, the harmless, middle-aged Mrs. Palmer looked
dangerous enough to make us think twice about messing with her.
About the Author:
Ella J. Smyth writes steamy urban fantasy romance, full of adventure and
excitement. Ever since she discovered #loveislove and #whychoose, she has
embraced her motto “Unapologetic romances because love needs no excuses.”
She guarantees a happy ending, even though she puts her characters through
hell to get there.
Ella is currently working on a Reverse Harem Academy series called Second
Chance Academy. Book one of the series, Second Chance Fate, will be released
on the 30th of October 2020 and is available on preorder.
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https://www.ellajsmyth.com
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