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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 239: Fergus

Fergus finally broke free of Liam, grasping a hold of me, green eyes locked on mine as his old face twisted into fear and deep regret. "I'm sorry," his voice climbed in volume as Liam desperately tried to hush him, glancing at the door. "I'm late, I know I'm late, but I have one more night, the Gate should still be closed. Why are you here? WHY ARE YOU HERE?" He shook me, harder and harder, forcing me to shove him away. My hand brushed his, skin on skin and Shaylee's power instantly swelled.

Fergus fell to his knees at my feet, wrapping his thin arms around my legs, sobbing. "Forgive me, Princess. I need to go home, are you here to take me home at last?" I stared down into his eyes, feeling frozen and useless, unable to comfort him, an unbearable longing in his gaze that made me want to cry along with him. "Please, I promise I will never fail you again if you just take me home."