Strange Academy

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"I love this book. If Jane Ann Krentz and Harry Potter made a baby, it would be this book." —U.S.A. Today Bestselling Author, Sharon Page

For fans of Katie MacAlister and MaryJanice Davidson, a funny, sexy romance set at a school for superheroes.

Determined to uncover the secret behind her eccentric aunt's death, Sadie Strange, a quirky substitute teacher with a Master's degree in comic book superheroes, takes a job at isolated private school Strange Academy. Her biggest obstacle? Haughty hottie Lorde Gray, the chemistry teacher who looks down his Roman nose at her as he tries to get her fired.

Undercover demon hunter Gray vows to use his spell-brewing powers to protect Strange Academy's true purpose—educating extraordinary children with paranormal gifts. If the world knew the school's secret, it would start a war that would destroy humanity. Gray won't let a feisty mortal threaten that, no matter how much she swishes her heart-shaped ass.

When fate throws them together, strange allies Sadie and Gray seek to uncover the forces behind her aunt's death before they destroy Sadie—and the school. But when the demon hunter forbidden from associating with mortals and the mortal woman who can't trust her own judgment around alpha males fall for each other, love is going to get a little strange...

EXCERPT

Sadie Strange answered the door fresh from the shower, still tying the belt of her black kimono. Her dark hair dripped over her shoulders, dampening her robe almost to her breasts. Her red-painted toenails looked like cinnamon heart candies in her slippers.

Cinnamon heart candies? Damn, Gray thought. He really needed to get laid.

"Does this usually work for you?" A sneer tinged her voice, turning it caustic.

When he looked up from her breasts, he saw the contempt on her pink lips. "What?" When had Nons started speaking another language?

"Yeah. Definitely does. This—" She waved a hand at his chest. "—gets you whatever you want from women. You just walk up, ring a bell and they salivate."

And it all became clear. She actually intended to fight him. He smiled inside. There was only one thing he liked better than an easy fix.

A challenge.

"But you feel nothing," he said.

"I feel something, Gray. Nauseous. I know everything, by the way."

A millisecond of panic. Then his hunter's calm clicked on. He looked her in the eye while his right hand slipped inside his charcoal gray sports jacket and fingered the finger-slim vial in the secret pocket above his heart. Not a love potion. Something more permanent.

"Please be a bit more specific about this ‘everything’ you know," he said.

"I know you don't want me here. No one’s watching, so turn off the fake charm before I lose my dinner."

He relaxed and took his hand from his pocket. No desperate measures. For now. "I told Cross that stuff in confidence."

"A secret is something you don't yell at the top of your lungs. The entire academy probably heard it."

He followed as she walked into Pippa’s small kitchen, though he doubted she was going to open a bottle of wine. The damp robe clung to the upside-down heart of her backside.

"I don't yell." When he got mad, he spoke lower than usual. But his heart pounded in his chest, just like now. That's how he knew he was pissed at her, not turned on by the way her slim waist twisted when she put the kettle on the ancient gas stove.

"'I don't care if her aunt was Pippa Strange. She's not one of us. She won't fit into the environment.'" She mimicked his voice's manly timbre.

How had she heard that? He stiffened, feeling enclosed by the tight kitchen. And her in it.

"You don't want me here, so you move into Strange Hall. What's the point? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?"

"And your lover handcuffed to the bedpost," he added.