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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 559: Relinquishing Shaylee

"I see negotiations with Her Majesty are going well." Venner's chuckle made my temper bubble. I briefly considered something nasty, but shoved it away.

No time for pettiness. Not while I had my friends to save. Not to mention catching Ameline.

I turned my back on Venner, leaning against the clay wall, arms crossed over my chest as I drew some deep breaths to quiet my temper.

Can we find the others? I directed my question at Shaylee.

She didn't feel hopeful. It's possible I could locate one of them, she sent.

My demon growled. Yeah, bad idea. No doubt Aoilainn would just strike at someone else while I tried to do a singular rescue. And I was kind of attached to all of them, thanks.

What about my maji magic? I reached for it again, felt it humming softly in my heart.

It allows you to see past illusions, my vampire sent. So if we were able to locate the others, I'm sure you'd have no trouble rescuing them. But again, you'd be doing so one at a time.