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Hayle Coven Novels

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. ***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014*** Her mom's a witch. Her dad's a demon. And she just wants to be ordinary. I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me. Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds. Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic. If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

Patti Larsen · Urban
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Chapter 112: Football

I woke up to a sunny morning and the realization it was Tuesday and I had to go to school.

Screw that. I rolled over on my right side and looked at my book bag. Just the thought of dragging myself to that miserable hole yet again for another day of ritual avoidance by my former friends wasn't the kind of thing I wanted to heap on myself right then. I'd been tough last week, but now, with Mom missing and everything going to hell?

They could keep it.

Someone messed around in the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans being shuffled indicated the perpetrator had no intention of being quiet about it. I reached out to find out who it was and remembered in a flash who slept on my couch the night before.

Quaid. Was he making me breakfast? Really?

Okay, that was something to get out of bed for.

I peeked in on Meira and found her still sleeping. Sassy lay curled up next to her, staring at her like he was scared she would disappear again. He glanced up as I approached.

How is she?