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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 294: Trail Invitation

At least my next visitor decided to knock. I was just approaching the door again to head to the Vegas when Sassafras entered the kitchen and jumped up on the table. I ignored him as I reached for the handle and jerked the door wide.

I wished instantly I'd left it shut. The snotty Enforcer from the night before pushed her way inside the moment I did. She cast her gaze around the room with a sneer before turning to me.

"I didn't invite you in." I scowled at her, watched the family magic crawl over the wards surrounding her, wondered what it was about her the coven's collective power despised so much. "What do you want?"

She scowled back at me, clearly unaccustomed to being treated with anything less than respect. Or more probably, fear.

Yeah, not likely. Angry contempt was about the best I could muster.

Besides, I had a feeling she hadn't been an Enforcer for long and under normal circumstances wouldn't have made the grade.