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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 65: First Date

I let Brad push in my chair and resisted the urge to wiggle it out a little. He really was a strong boy.

He beamed at me from his own seat as he slid into it, automatically reaching for my hands. Was it weird he sat next to me rather than across? I wasn't in a position to care. As soon as he touched me I was all his.

"You look beautiful." I let the lie go. A glance in the mirror on my way out to his truck told me I looked okay. But if he was in the mood for flattery, I'd take it.

"I've never been here before." I looked around the dated and slightly tacky Italian restaurant. It was kind of quiet at the moment and terrible Muzak filled the air but none of it mattered.

"I wanted to take you somewhere special." His green eyes were delicious. But were they a little tired? Hadn't Mrs. Collins mentioned he wasn't well? Maybe he used it as an excuse to get away from Suzanne. I wished I'd thought of it.