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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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803 Chs

Chapter 767: Vampire Lord

I missed Charlotte's steady presence when she returned home at Oleksander's insistence. It was selfish of me to want her around all the time, to want everyone around. I wasn't, it turned out, the Center Of The Universe.

When did that happen?

I never expected to settle into a quiet life as a mom and love it. But Gabriel made everything so much better, simpler. Distracted me from the old angers and sorrows enough I fell into a kind of Mommy haze.

So when I felt spirit power enter the back yard followed by the familiar touch of Sunny's magic, I shook myself free of my stupor and greeted her at the door with a big smile and a giggling baby in my arms.

She swooped forward, a joyful cry on her lips, and lifted him from my grasp, swinging Gabriel around as he laughed, the sound so fresh and sweet I had to swallow the lump rising in my throat.

I made him. Imagine.