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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 · Urbano
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Chapter 248: Summoning Shaylee

"I can't just leave." That was me again. Shaylee was so angry she could barely collect her thoughts. She was taking this whole standing up for herself thing pretty seriously. "I'm not just Shaylee, and you know it. I'm human, mortal, carrying her spirit. But I'm also a demon." I felt her surge inside me, my demon, wanting to reach out and tear this arrogant snot's throat out.

I figured it was probably a bad idea.

Thalion shrugged, the most graceful shrug I'd ever seen. "The rules aren't mine to make or break," he said. "But at least choosing this path, your world and mine are both saved."

Liam clung to my hand. "There has to be another way."

Maybe there was. The Sidhe were known for their deceit, for getting what they wanted. But we were out of time and ability to find a way around it. Even Galleytrot, when he met my searching eyes, was at a loss.

I knew then as much as I couldn't do what he asked, I had no choice.