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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 91: Questions For Quaid

By the time school wrapped up for the day, yet another success/failure since I'd failed to really learn much, but succeeded in not harming myself or anyone else, I'd almost forgotten about Benjamin and my weak sort-of promise.

That is until I found myself crossing the threshold into Johnny's and saw him sitting at a booth, smiling at me.

Oh crap. The last person I wanted to talk to, really.

"I'm going to head home." Just looking at that smile made my head start pounding. Alison must have seen the pain in my face because her concern was immediate.

"Another migraine?" She squeezed my hand, offering me an excuse out of one of my own lies.

How convenient.

"Um, yeah." I pulled away, offered a weak smile. "Getting them a lot lately." Benjamin was up and moving toward us. For some reason I felt totally and utterly repelled. Like if he came near me I'd implode or something. The headache excuse was very real at last. "Sorry, gang."