One simple boyfriend spell. One ancient book of magic. What could go wrong? 
At eighteen, I'm thrown from my normal life into the supernatural world. One moment I'm planning prom and the next, I'm on a one-way bus ride to Hollowheaven's Supernatural Academy where I won't be allowed to see my friends or interact with the rest of the world until I control my power.
Whatever.
This place is weird and I can't help feeling this is a mistake.
But a dare at an initiation goes too far, I get in over my head.
Who knew that I could conjure ghosts?
I can't fall in love with guys who aren't even real— or alive. I've got to figure out a way to get them back into the afterlife before I can't walk away from them. Before I can't stand not to have them in my life.

One thing I'm learning is that magic is never simple.
**Sex scenes/explicit content, violence and gore. Suggested age range - 18+**
Supernatural Academy Series is created by Autumn Gray, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Supernatural Academy Series

The nurse makes me drink vile potions and speaks magical languages over me until the pain subsides and I fall into sleep.


I don't know how much time has passed before I wake up alone and dripping with sweat under a thin blanket. When I sit up, my head pounds, but I'm not wasted like before.


I grind my teeth wanting to smack her right now. She totally left me behind. I push out of my bed and head to the shower. I can smell myself and it is so not good.


After a shower, I feel a little better and am starving. I throw on a T-shirt and jeans. I open my door to leave when Melanie is standing there with her hand raised. A bag of fast food and drinks hoover above her other hand.


"Oh yeah, you're awake. How are you feeling?"


"Is that tacos?" I inhale sharply, the scent making my mouth water.


"Are you hungry? I thought you might be after I heard what happened." She wiggles her fingers over the bags and they drift toward me. "Of course, no one told me until an hour ago."


Chapter 43: Magical GPS