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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 270: Vampire Chances

And all of a sudden, just like that, Mom was rushing the witches out of the room while Uncle Frank and Sunny sat on the bed on either side of Dad. I could barely breathe, didn't want to watch, not sure how I would feel about the vampires if I actually saw what they really were.

I felt the hushed worry of the coven, the push of their judgment and locked that part out. How dare they take a side? They weren't the ones facing certain death. Anger surged through me and I welcomed it. Anything to push aside the aching need I felt, a need for this to work.

Mom slammed the door and turned back, hand reaching for mine where I'd backed off, my whole body shaking. She trembled as much as I did, but there was hope in her face so I forced myself to calm down and be there for her.

Meira joined us, hugging Mom, then me before pressing against me and turning to face the bed, her chin lifted. Fearless.

At least on the outside.