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

I hurt all over, but I open my eyes and try to sit up. Everyone in the circle is knocked down. Even Ben and Kiarr who had been helping hold me up are unconscious.


Then gray eyes look down at me. "Did you sacrifice all of these people just for me? And I thought you were a good witch."


"Jacques." I wrap my arms around him, pulling him down. I don't care about anything else right now except kissing him. I couldn't stop touching him.


"Holy crap." Gwen sits up. "Can you two...or four...go get a room."


Reluctantly, I stop kissing Jacques, but I hold onto his arms. "Thank you."


"Whatever, freak." She winces. "Don't call me again for anything. All right? We are square and paid in full."


I nod like an idiot and a headache blooms on the back of my skull.


Everyone slowly sits up including my ghosts.


"Are these your ghosts?" Jezza asks with a gasp, then shakes her head like she can't believe what she's seeing. "They're so handsome, no wonder you wanted them back."


Chapter 72: French Kissing