Rogue Reformatory: Busted by Amber Lynn Natusch & Marty Mayberry Is book 1 in the Supernatural Misfits Academy.
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Title: Rogue Reformatory: Busted
Series: Supernatural Misfits Academy #1
Author: Amber Lynn Natusch & Marty Mayberry
Genre: YA Supernatural Suspense
Release Date: May 1, 2020
The first novel in the Supernatural Misfits Academy series co-written by Amber Lynn Natusch & Marty Mayberry.
Teenage witches Maddy and Celine are as close as two sisters can be. So when Maddy’s power goes haywire and she’s dragged away to Wadsworth Reformatory for magical rehabilitation, overprotective Cece gets herself sent there to bust her out.
Escape was the plan from the moment they reunited, but Wadsworth's headmaster and the hostile supernatural student hierarchy prove to be a dangerous hurdle.
To break free, the girls enlist the help of two unlikely allies: a sorcerer with a mysterious past and an elite bad boy who cannot be trusted. Together, the four work to unravel the reformatory’s secrets and find a way out.
But when Maddy is accused of murdering a classmate and Cece is nearly killed by a mind-splitting power, they know time is running out.
Can Maddy and Cece survive long enough to escape Wadsworth—or will they die trying?
Maddy
My sister was going to get us killed. Not six-feet-under dead, but definitely on-house-arrest-for-the-rest-of-our-lives dead.
At least I’d be on house arrest. Mom would freak out if she found out what I was doing. Dad? He was happy as long as I stayed out of his life.
Stomping my feet to keep them from turning into blocks of ice, I scrunched my fingers deep inside my pockets. Only during a New England summer could it get this cold at night.
Not quite what I’d envisioned when my sister asked me to spend the weekend—hanging around outside a 7-11. If Cece didn’t hurry, she’d come out and find nothing but a half-witch popsicle waiting for her, propped up against the brick wall.
I stared through the window, watching as my older half-sister strolled around inside the store. Older by only three months, that is. Well done, Dad. My mom had been a momentary blip on his radar. I wasn’t sure I registered at all.
Cece caught my attention through the glass and winked. Ass. I shook my head, struggling not to smile, to act casual. I needed to pretend this sort of thing happened every Saturday night.
More confident than I’d ever be, though I could tell she was nervous by the subtle twitch of her hands, Cece strode over to the glass refrigerator section, behaving like the twenty-one-year-old she was supposed to be, per her fake ID.
In reality, she was seventeen, like me.- She paused and studied the choices, then selected a twelve-pack of what looked like a fancy craft beer. Not that I knew much about it.
I’d only had a few sips of a Bud Lite Lime once at a party. After that, I totally got why some people called that stuff dog pee. Cece told me I’d love whatever she bought for us. I sure hoped so, since it looked like I’d be drinking six of them.
As if she bought beer every day, she strolled up to the counter, flashing a mischievous smile at the two guys dressed in black leather and ripped jeans she passed on the way. Shifters. Being a half-shifter myself, I could tell.
They stared after her as she flicked her long, newly-dyed-blue hair over her shoulder. Then she reached back and snagged the bag of chips one of the guys was holding.
With a smirk, she placed it on the counter next to the beer. The guy said something to her that I couldn’t make out, but by his easy smile, I could tell he wasn’t pissed. Probably wanted her number.
That was my Cece. Bad-boy magnet extraordinaire.
My sister was going to get us killed. Not six-feet-under dead, but definitely on-house-arrest-for-the-rest-of-our-lives dead.
At least I’d be on house arrest. Mom would freak out if she found out what I was doing. Dad? He was happy as long as I stayed out of his life.
Stomping my feet to keep them from turning into blocks of ice, I scrunched my fingers deep inside my pockets. Only during a New England summer could it get this cold at night.
Not quite what I’d envisioned when my sister asked me to spend the weekend—hanging around outside a 7-11. If Cece didn’t hurry, she’d come out and find nothing but a half-witch popsicle waiting for her, propped up against the brick wall.
I stared through the window, watching as my older half-sister strolled around inside the store. Older by only three months, that is. Well done, Dad. My mom had been a momentary blip on his radar. I wasn’t sure I registered at all.
Cece caught my attention through the glass and winked. Ass. I shook my head, struggling not to smile, to act casual. I needed to pretend this sort of thing happened every Saturday night.
More confident than I’d ever be, though I could tell she was nervous by the subtle twitch of her hands, Cece strode over to the glass refrigerator section, behaving like the twenty-one-year-old she was supposed to be, per her fake ID.
In reality, she was seventeen, like me.- She paused and studied the choices, then selected a twelve-pack of what looked like a fancy craft beer. Not that I knew much about it.
I’d only had a few sips of a Bud Lite Lime once at a party. After that, I totally got why some people called that stuff dog pee. Cece told me I’d love whatever she bought for us. I sure hoped so, since it looked like I’d be drinking six of them.
As if she bought beer every day, she strolled up to the counter, flashing a mischievous smile at the two guys dressed in black leather and ripped jeans she passed on the way. Shifters. Being a half-shifter myself, I could tell.
They stared after her as she flicked her long, newly-dyed-blue hair over her shoulder. Then she reached back and snagged the bag of chips one of the guys was holding.
With a smirk, she placed it on the counter next to the beer. The guy said something to her that I couldn’t make out, but by his easy smile, I could tell he wasn’t pissed. Probably wanted her number.
That was my Cece. Bad-boy magnet extraordinaire.
©Amber Lynn Natusch & Marty Mayberry 2020
Amber Lynn Natusch is the author of the bestselling Caged series for adults. She was born and raised in Winnipeg, and is still deeply attached to her Canadian roots.
She loves to dance and practice Muay Thai―but spends most of her time running a chiropractic practice with her husband, raising two young children, and attempting to write when she can lock herself in the bathroom for ten minutes of peace. Dare You to Lie is her debut YA novel with Tor Teen.
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Marty Mayberry writes young adult fiction and infuses it with suspense, romance, and a touch of humor. When she’s not dreaming up ways to mess with her character’s lives, she works as an RN/Clinical Documentation Specialist.
She lives in New England with her husband, three children, three geriatric cats, and a spunky Yorkie pup who keeps her on her toes.
Marty is a member of YARWA and a PAN member of RWA, as well a four-year PitchWars mentor.
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