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Hayle Coven Inheritance

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. The Challenge “Jagger Santos,” Coradine said, voice singsong and trying to be endearing while I gagged a little over her cutsie attempt to be coy. So gross. “This is the one I was telling you about.” He didn’t look at her, his hunger for the fight apparent. “Ethie Hayle,” he said, deep voice full of daggers. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” I could have said no. Just turned on my heel and left, walked away, got the hell out of there. Should have. It was one thing to fight my own coven for “fun” occasionally. A way to let off steam, to expend some of my pent up anger in a reasonably safe way that ensured if they didn’t like me, they at least stayed out of my way. But a witch from another territory? The Santos coven wasn’t exactly on GreatGram’s favorite list, either. This could only end badly. Ethie Hayle has spent her whole life sheltered by the coven, her powerful family and the fear that an unknown enemy could, at any moment, leap out of the veil and hurt her. Talk about smothering when all she wants is to have the freedoms her oh-so-special brother, Gabriel, seems to take for granted. But when a strange woman appears and offers her a gift, Ethie discovers the concerns her mother and great-grandmother have harbored aren’t all that ridiculous after all and that there are powers in the Universe she can’t imagine…

Patti Larsen · Fantasy
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Chapter 58: Damon And Stella

I perched on the edge of a worn chair, nose twitching at the dust that rose from my shifting on the worn upholstery, and tried to shake the feeling I knew this man and his partner from somewhere.

Weird how they seemed to parallel others in my life, though the fact they were a man/ woman team like Reena and Mathias wasn't lost on me. It was more so the feeling of him, of both of them, like they were people I used to know or had ties to the ones I loved most while not having any idea why I would believe that was true.

"You're wondering who we are," he smiled at me with those blue eyes I knew intimately and I realized why.

"Are we related somehow?" But how? I thought I knew all the Hayles.

"Damon." His partner settled next to him on the creaking settee, the center puffed up and losing stuffing, her black leather pants creaking as she crossed one leg over the other, pale blue eyes locked on me. "We said we weren't going to do this now."