Harry Potter Meets Justice League in Tara Lain’s RISING MAGIC #Giveaway
Hi and welcome to the release of RISING MAGIC, book 2 in the Superordinary Society. While almost all of my books are stand alone, this is one where it’s a good idea to read the first book first. Fortunately, HIDDEN POWERS is 99 cents right now, and you can grab it here.
The Superordinary Society has been described as Harry Potter Meets Justice League. Six extraordinary friends, ranging in age from 14 to 19, combine their skills and powers to save the world while displaying what can be accomplished by true friendship. There’s a romance in there too, in between the magic and derring do!
To celebrate, please leave me a comment on your favorite kind of superpower. I’ll choose one winner to receive a $7.00 Amazon GC!
The next adventure in Tara Lain’s award-winning new adult, superordinary adventure/romance series.
Even as a baby mage, Dash Mercury dreamed of going to Arcantaria, the barely whispered about school for superwizards. When he’s invited at eighteen, making him the youngest student in Arcantaria history, Dash is less excited because he has to leave behind the only good friends he’s ever had—Carla, BeBop, Khadija, Fatima, and most of all, the guy he loves, werewolf mage Jazz Vanessen. At Arcantaria, the other students treat Dash like dirt until he manages to join the exclusive Olympus Club… a group with an agenda. A scary one.
No one—not even the students—knows where Arcantaria is located, so Jazz is desperate when he picks up danger vibes from Dash. He and his friends set out to find the school and break in. When they realize what the club is training Dash to do—and the dire consequences if he succeeds—they know the human race is in danger, and they’ll have to step up and save it.
But first they have to save themselves.
Excerpt from Rising Magic
As the energy wave singed the toe of Dash’s tennis shoe and he sucked wind, realizing this wave was hot, some fundamental instinct kicked in, and he dropped flat on the floor. Holy crap, the wave washed over him, seriously warming his butt.
Hillebrand the asshole had felt no compunction about using fire against one of his students. Power rolled out of Dash on a righteous wave.
Hillebrand’s eyes widened, and he raced to the side. Dash screamed “Now!” He stepped back, grabbed Kitty who was watching behind him, and ran full speed for the door with Kitty and the dummy in tow.
The brilliance of the pretend sun hit him like a laser, but he kept running, no idea if the footsteps he heard behind him were from Anastasia, Mabel, and Anders or if they were Hillebrand and company.
Dash got back into the faux forest and slowed. No one had told them how they’d “win” or where they had to take the “hostage” when they got him out. He glanced back at Kitty, who looked tired but still held the dummy.
Dash stopped, grabbed the dummy, and held it up at arm’s length. “We declare victory.”
At that second, Anastasia and Mabel ran up.
Dash said, “Where’s Anders?”
Mabel said, “He got caught. He tripped, and they grabbed him.”
Kitty wrapped an arm around Anastasia’s waist and yelled, “Ollie ollie oxen free.”
Dash laughed, and the three women joined in. They kept laughing harder until they were holding on to each other to keep from falling over.
As Dash wiped his eyes, the image of the obstacle course vanished, and they could see they were standing in a room with metal walls and a stone floor. A phalanx of mages walked out of a door in the side wall with the vice chancellor at the front. He was flashing that big phony smile. “Well done, well done. Congratulations! What a victory.”
Behind him slouched Hillebrand. He sported his usual smirk, but there was a tightness around his eyes that suggested he was royally pissed.
Vice Chancellor Warden went on, “Of course, our team was just a tiny bit easy on you this time in deference to your freshman status, but that shouldn’t diminish your victory at all. We’re very proud.”
Dash held up his hand. “Excuse me, sir. Your little game here sent eight of your seasoned practitioners, including the head of your conjuring department, against us and even used firepower, and I mean that literally. You might call that easy, but just short of actually sending us against a master wizard in actual combat, I wouldn’t call that a lightweight test.” He showed his dimples but didn’t warm up his eyes. “Meaning no disrespect.” He glanced quickly at Hillebrand. Yep, pissed. But is he pissed enough to toss me out of the club?
“Yes, well, as I say, congratulations.” Warden flashed the pearlies. “You’ve missed lunch in the dining hall, but we’ve catered an excellent repast for you in the club room, so why don’t you all go change and meet us there shortly.”
Anastasia said, “Sir, where is the club room?”
He laughed heartily. “Oh yes, I forget you’re newbies. Simply go to the dining hall and you’ll be directed from there.” He turned and led the group of mages away. One of them, the obnoxious guy named Childers Gerd, looked back and stared daggers at Dash. Hillebrand strode over to Gerd’s side and put an arm around his shoulders.
Kitty whispered, “Wow, that guy really doesn’t like you, does he? If looks could kill.”
“Yeah.” The question was, how literally should he take that statement?