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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 479: Pannera

"You need to be wary." Sebastian's voice was soft, low, but came through clear enough. "As much as I have trusted my Queen in the past, I'm not as certain of her intentions anymore."

Sad. I reached out and linked my arm through his, the two blonde vampires swaying in their ball gowns ahead of us. "I'm sorry," I said, really meaning it.

Family. Who else could hurt him so much?

His hand settled over mine, pressing my fingers into his arm. "This entire situation could get out of control very quickly," he went on. "Neither of our clans is meant to be in such close proximity for such an extended period."

A bomb waiting to go off, in other words. Well, at least if they were fighting each other, they might forget about me.

"Batsheva is up to her old tricks," I said. "Not like she'd shift tactics now anyway, since her mind's gone bye-bye. She's lying to her vampires."

Sebastian shrugged. "There's nothing we can do to stop her," he said. "She is Queen."

Well, wasn't she special?