Spellbound Westwood Chronicles Book 2 by Alexandria James Genre: New Adult Paranormal Fantasy Romance
Time is a fickle thing. It passes swiftly even though it sags down with the weight of our lives. Promises were made and hearts were shattered, but hope has always remained.
Ezlynn and Phoenix have defied the odds to be together, only to be ripped apart when fate took a wicked turn. Everything changes when Phoenix makes a daring escape and lands on Ez’s doorstep-- hunted, sick and starving for more than just food. After a chain of heart wrenching events, things seem to turn around as Phoenix finds a safe haven with an unlikely ally. But erasing the damage inflicted by his father’s serum has painful consequences. As secrets of his mothers past come to light and distance between him and Ezlynn begins to take its toll, Phoenix makes a drastic decision, changing the course of his life and setting off chaos in its wake.
Can Ezlynn and Phoenix survive the pinnacle of changes that threaten everything they have fought for? Or will fate cause their world to collapse?
Find out in the sequel to Westwood University, Spellbound.
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.
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.