Westwood University (Westwood Chronicles Book) New Adult Paranormal Fantasy Romance by Alexandria James ➱ Book Tour with Giveaway
Excerpt 1:
I’ve never believed in the supernatural. Ghosts, werewolves,
vampires, zombies all make for good television. But none of it is real
life.
My dad always said I was an old soul. Until I turned twelve
and had a lapse in judgment, becoming friends with a couple of Twihards—girls
who are obsessed with vampire books and want to die by being bitten. I secretly
read the book series too, but I was always team Jacob.
I’ve spent the better half of my life on a mission to become
a biochemist and had no room for fluff or love triangles. My long-term goal is
to find a cure for breast cancer, so that no one else will have to lose their
mother at fourteen—like I did.
So, when I finally found a grad school that met the criteria
I was looking for, I immediately applied and got in... just to get kicked off
the campus tour for mocking their belief in an absurd legend. I rang a bell,
big freaking deal.
Little did I know that that bell would alter the course of
my life forever. My name is Ezlynn Mitchell, and this is the story of how one
bad decision made me believe in the supernatural and love.
Excerpt 2:
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.
An interesting book.
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