Legacy of Power: Season 2 by @ccbolick is a Spring Break Bookapalooza pick #yalit #superherofantasy
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    • Apr 28, 2022
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Legacy of Power: Season 2 by @ccbolick is a Spring Break Bookapalooza pick #yalit #superherofantasy



Title: Legacy of Power: Season 2


Author: C.C. Bolick


Genre: YA Adventure/Superhero Fantasy


Book Blurb:


Sharpshooter, government agent, half-alien… almost old enough for a driver’s license. Charlie thought running away after her mother’s death was the answer to her problems. Now she’s navigating the politics of an agency that’s only begun to understand her powers. Having an agent gig at fifteen has its perks, like the freedom to be herself and learn from agents who kick butt. When she feels sad or alone, the cute nurse always shows up to make her feel better. In a world where no one is what they seem, Charlie must decide who to trust. If anyone can be trusted. While the director tries to control each move she makes, Charlie forms a bond with agents who try to protect her. If she can keep her head down and stay out of the director’s way, she might have a chance at survival. Follow orders. Stay alive. Repeat. But what happens when Charlie must think for herself and fight for the team? How long can she keep her family safe?


Excerpt:


Get in.


The words rang in my ears as I opened the passenger door and dropped onto the leather seat, barely closing the door before the car surged forward.


“Where did you get the car?” I yelled while gripping the door.


“Get your seatbelt on.” Sylvia swore as we swerved to miss a fuel truck that was hooked to a plane.


I clicked the belt while we passed a row of planes along a terminal. “I didn’t see where Specter went. Are we chasing him?”


“There.” Sylvia pointed to a police car speeding away from the planes but without the flashing lights.


“He’s in a police car?”


She floored the accelerator and closed the distance between us. “Seems he has friends on the inside. Someone is driving him, but I’m not sure it’s a police officer.”


“You’re going to chase a police car?”


“That’s right.” The car in front of us made a sharp right, and she spun the wheel to follow.


The seatbelt dug into my neck. This car was fancier than any of the agency cars I’d seen, with what looked like a TV screen where the radio should be. The seats were leather and flashing buttons covering the dash made me think of a spaceship. Did she steal this car to chase down the suspect or was this a top-secret model for agency use only?


Did I want to know the answer to that question?


Sylvia took another turn, avoiding the emergency personnel on the ground near the plane that left the runway. It looked huge from this distance. Police officers near the plane drew their guns, and I instinctively held up my hands. We were headed straight for the officers and my only thought was we were about to get shot or crash. The car in front of us dodged the officers by cutting to the left.


At the last possible second, Sylvia followed, and they drove their car through a narrow gate along the fence at the edge of the airport’s grounds. The gate split from its hinges as they rammed through, barely slowing as the white and blue car rocked to one side and righted before turning onto a narrow road. Sylvia followed them through the opening, not putting a single scratch on our car.


This woman was a phenomenal driver.


We drove down a gravel road access road and ended up on pavement while keeping the police car in view. Moments later, we merged onto a crowded road. Horns blared as Sylvia made a narrow leap between two cars and followed Specter into the far-left lane.


“Is chasing Specter really worth all of this?”


“If we want to stop him, it is. One of these days, he’s going to take a plane down for good. Don’t forget, he also shot one of our agents.”


I patted the gun beneath my jacket. When would it be my turn to act?


“One thing you need to know. When I go into power mode, I won’t respond to you.”


“What do you mean by ‘power mode?’”


“I get into a mode where I put one hundred percent of my focus into driving or fighting. Just trust I’ll get us through this alive and don’t ask me questions.”


Other police cars joined the chase and one cut in front of us. Suddenly, white and blue cars with lights flashing were on both sides of us. In the bright blue sky, a helicopter flew overhead. What if they tried to stop us? I shivered at the thought of Dad and Lorraine seeing our chase on the evening news.


Sylvia slammed on the brakes, and the smell of burning rubber filled the car. I rolled down my window as she cut across several lanes without coming to a complete stop. She floored the accelerator, and we passed several cars; now they all had lights flashing, even Specter’s. After passing two more, she got behind one.


“It’s them,” she said.


“How do you know?” I asked.


“The license plate and the numbers on the back. I have a photographic memory. Never forget a detail…”


That last word blended into another swear as Specter’s car cut over two lanes and launched into traffic. She followed, weaving through cars and trucks until we were behind them again. Sylvia alternated between the accelerator and brakes so many times my neck hurt. I gripped the handle on the door out of desperation and closed my eyes. I’d never liked roller coasters, and this was the reason. My stomach flipped over and over.


Our tires squealed, and I opened my eyes. She gracefully ran a red light while keeping up with the police car and avoiding three wrecks. “Sylvia!” I waved a hand in front of her face, but her eyes remained focused on the road ahead.


This must be her power mode.


The car in front of us found a lane to stay in. I let out a sigh of relief until someone leaned out of the passenger window with a gun aimed in our direction. Honey-brown hair whipped around his face in the wind. This had to be Specter. How he kept the glasses on his face, I wasn’t sure.


Something hit the front of the car with the loud sound of metal splitting. Then another sound as a bullet pierced the top of the windshield and a crack spread my way. Specter was shooting at us, and I’d never felt so glad to be short.


He fired again and Sylvia swerved the car to our left to miss the bullets, then we were right back in his sights. Guess it was my time to act.


I unhooked my seatbelt. As the belt wound back into the holder, my heart pounded faster than I thought possible. With a deep breath, I drew the gun from the holster and took off the safety.


This was it. No more excuses.


Time to find out if I was a real agent.


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If money were no object, where would you go for a Spring Break vacation and why?


My own private island so I’d have the beach to myself while I write my next book. The problem is, I might never return!


Why is your featured book a must-read this spring?


Charlie’s story is told in fast-paced serial episodes, with the danger of being a secret agent at fifteen while fighting to protect her family. She’ll find a new family in the agency as long as she doesn’t let this life of deception turn her into the monster they need her to be.

Giveaway –


One lucky reader will win a $75 Amazon US or Canada gift card



Open internationally. You must have a valid Amazon US or Amazon CA account to win.


Runs April 1 – 30


Drawing will be held on May 2.



Author Biography:


C.C. Bolick is an engineer by day and author by night who loves mixing sci-fi, fantasy, and paranormal. She writes young adult stories with twists you won't see coming and characters who deserve their happily ever after.


If you enjoy page-turning drama, family secrets, and a special power or two, her books might be for you.


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