Fractured Magic by Emily Bybee - #BOOKFAVORITE #AMREADING
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release Date: October 31st 2018
Wild Rose Press
As the world’s worst witch, Maddie is mistreated by her own kind. She was born a Defect. Most of her spells blow up in her face, literally. While witches search for the long-lost power of the earth, Maddie spends her time in the science lab. There, she discovers a clue to the lost power. The only other witness is Jax, a smokin’ hot college bad-boy, who Maddie can’t decide if she wants to kiss or kill. When she fails her magic final, the council orders her magic stripped. Maddie’s only chance to keep her brain intact is to find the power with the hope that it can fix her. Jax is her one true ally on the journey. The two of them must use their smarts to stay ahead of the witches while they follow a two-hundred-year-old trail to the power of the earth and the truth behind Maddie’s defect.
About the Author
Emily grew up loving to read and escape into stories. She began writing her own at the age of twelve. In college she focused on science and graduated with a degree in Environmental Biology. After college she began writing again but quickly realized she had failed to take a single writing or grammar class. Luckily, she’s a quick learner. Emily now lives in Colorado with her wonderful husband, three amazing children, and way too many animals. She still enjoys making up stories and can’t seem to leave out the paranormal elements because they are just too much fun.
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The goons grabbed Jax and half dragged his weak body across the room.
“No,” I screamed, and lunged toward him. My gaze met his and held. “Jax, I don’t care about the secret. You matter, you’re the only thing that matters to me.”
He disappeared through the doorway, and I fell to my hands and knees.
His face reddened. “You’ll be fine? Your heart stopped six times. You were dead, Maddie, for nearly ten minutes. You were dead.”
I waved off his concern. “Well, I’m back now so cancel the funeral.”
Jax grabbed my arm. “Do something.”
The strain in his voice pierced me like daggers. He didn’t deserve this. I just shook my head. “It’s no use.”
“But you’re a witch,” he insisted. “Use your powers.”
I yanked my arm away unable to meet his eyes. “The only thing my powers are good for is…” My eyes stared through the metal mesh at our feet and rested on the support pillars. “Blowing stuff up.”
I pivoted back to look at my aunt, now thirty feet from us.
Blowing stuff up.
I may not be able to attack them directly but I could certainly rock their world. Two sets of support pillars stood in the sections that separated my aunt from us.
My hand gripped Alex’s arm. “Alex, get behind me. Now.”
His brow wrinkled. “Maddie, you can’t use your magic. You might—”
“Shut up. I have a plan,” I almost shouted. I’d been made perfectly aware of my limitations my entire life. I didn’t need him to remind me.
“Maddie, don’t try anything. You’ll kill us all.” He glanced down at the ground, so far below our feet.
Jax stepped in front of me. “Shut up, Surfer Boy. She’s smarter than you think.”
I ignored Alex’s protest and Jax's support and channeled my energy. I focused on the y-shaped support beams where they met in the middle.
Metal was obviously harder to blow up than fruit, but my channeled energy turned the beam a molten red. For the first time in my life I fully opened the channels in my mind. Raw power disrupted the bonds of the atoms in the beam.
Before my aunt could react, the metal exploded
with the force of C-4.
I walked out on to the porch, hot dog in hand, just
in time to see Sparky float over the fence. With a final
yip he spun through the air. His body shrank as it spun,
a white blur of fur growing smaller and smaller until the
spinning stopped and a white kitten sank into Parker’s
Parker grinned and rubbed Sparky the cat’s soft
“Parker,” I said in my best imitation of our
mother’s angry voice. “Mom specifically told you not
to use magic on the dog anymore. And you’re never
supposed to do it outside.”
He met my eyes and beamed. “No, she told me not
to transport him to Alaska anymore. She didn’t say
anything about transforming him.” He held the little
fluff ball out to me. “Besides isn’t he way cuter this
I couldn’t resist the big blue eyes and velvety fur. I
stroked the kitten, who let out a soft and bewildered
mew. “Okay, maybe he is a ton cuter. But you have to
change him back before Mom and Dad get home.”
He took a seat with his buddies, not a care in the
world. Call it my sense of injustice or whatever, but I
couldn’t stand to watch him sit and relax with a smile
on his face.
My parents never let me perform magic in public.
For obvious reasons. News stories tended to follow
about suspected terrorist attacks, but really, that was
only like once. Or twice.
My muscles tensed to get up and walk over to do
something mundane like throw coffee in his face. I
know, being a witch should be way cooler. But I had to
Before I could stand up, the tiny lights of my blood
cells flashed in my mind. I paused, I already had to
have an uncomfortable talk with my parents about the
burning blood. What was one more tiny problem?
I settled back into my seat. Across the room
Nathan laughed and lifted his cup to blow on the
steaming drink. I focused my aim, carefully using only
a little of my energy to undo the electromagnetic bonds
of the molecules in his cup.
It took all my attention. I’d only managed success
with this particular spell a couple times and if my aim
was the least bit off…Well, let’s just say it wouldn’t be
The bottom of Nathan’s cup blew out, and the
contents covered his crotch in mocha napalm. My
excess energy had superheated the coffee to a scalding
temperature and sent chunks of the cup flying through
the air. He sprang from his seat and fanned his pants
while his wide-open mouth emitted a surprisingly high
My hand slapped over my lips, my entire body
shaking with enjoyment. A little overkill, maybe. Too
bad my mom wasn’t around to see me actually do a
I pricked my finger and got the slide ready.
He dropped the solution on my blood, and we
waited for the cells to start bursting. Nothing happened.
Several beats passed. I glanced up to meet Jax’s
confused look. Unsure what to say, I turned back to the
microscope. Tiny lights began to appear inside each
blood cell. In a matter of seconds, they glowed like
miniscule stars flying through the solution. The light
intensified, glaring out of the tiny cells.
“What the hell?” Jax asked.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the blood. Finally, I
straightened, tears running down my face from the
blinding light. I met his wide-eyed gaze over the top of
the gleaming scope. The slide cast pink light up to the
ceiling, leaving the room in a rosy glow.
“How?” he stammered.
I opened my mouth without a clue as to what to tell
Jax. A loud pop saved me the trouble. Smoke curled up
from the cracked slide as the light faded. A nasty
burned-meat smell wafted up to my nostrils. Only one
thought made it through the frozen neurons in my brain.
Get out of here.