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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.

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Chapter 303: Leader Visits

I spent about an hour with the Hensley girls, and enjoyed every minute of it. When I emerged from their quarters I felt much better about the whole situation. Yes, it was one coven and yes, that coven didn't carry a lot of clout. But I'd not only survived my first conversation with another leader, I'd made two friends.

Gram was still sulking when I let my shields down as I stepped into the hall, their door swinging shut behind me.

Next? I didn't apologize. I had nothing to apologize for. Gram grumbled a bit, but relented after a moment.

Summon the twins. Her mental voice was sullen. And stop patting yourself on the back. That was the easy one. Don't get cocky.

I held my temper and was even sweet in my reply. Yes, Gram.

More grumbling. This was actually kind of fun.

My mind reached out, touched Estelle and Esther. Impossible to catch them as individuals. The power of the Lawrence sisters was so intertwined it was like speaking to one person.

I need you.