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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 619: Love And Renewal

He started moving the moment the door closed, my demon rumbling a welcome as he entered my personal space. Ram's handsome face bent over mine, the shine of his horns catching the light from the window, wide lips welcoming me.

What's a little kiss between friends?

Strong hands cupped my face, his mouth covering mine, gentle but hungry at the same time. And my demon-hell, all of us-leaned into him, fingers sliding over the bare skin of his chest where his tight tunic gaped open, showing off the chiseled muscles under his red flesh.

Ram tasted delicious, like honey and cinnamon and heat. I let myself relax into him, trying to picture us together.

Pulled away.

Sigh.

"What are your thoughts on an effigy?" Weak joke, but I was half serious. Like Sebastian, at least Ram wouldn't die on me. Not for a long time, anyway. Except being with me would mean giving up some of his personal safety, tying him for eternity to a statue on my plane.

Not much to ask or anything.