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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 744: Unhappy Partnership

I half expected to land in the empty plane right then and there, wind knocked out of me in a deep exhale of relief as Max delivered us into the basement of my house. Not that I wasn't up for the challenge or anything-sure, Syd, keep telling yourself so-the sight of Mom standing there, waiting for me, was almost enough to bring me to tears.

Almost? Okay, so a few were involved, but I hid them in her hair when I stepped forward and into her arms.

She held me a long moment, a solid rock, my rock, not speaking, her power saying everything she needed to say. When I finally pulled away, I felt more stable, less likely to fly apart, everything Fate told me kind of hitting me in one big blow.

But yeah. I could take it. Just watch me.

Intros all around, Mom didn't miss a beat, welcoming the drach to our plane, even graciously ignoring Ameline. Instead of, you know, beating her to an undignified pulp. Mom amazed me with her restraint.