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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 · Urbain
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Chapter 57: Happy Birthday, Syd!

I retreated to my bedroom and took a few minutes to write down what Gram said so I could tell my mother before stretching out on the top of my quilt. My brain fell suddenly quiet and I closed my eyes, grateful for a moment to rest.

I felt the heavy weight of Sassafras land on the end of my bed and the movement on the mattress as he quietly padded his fat cat body to my side. He circled and settled against me, taking a moment to clean his tail before landing his nose between his paws with a sigh.

In the stillness of a Sunday afternoon, exhausted and stressed, I finally found peace and fell asleep.

There is nothing more disorienting than waking up fully clothed on top of your homework with no memory of the night before. I dragged myself from my bed and squinted into the sunrise. It only took a moment of confusion before I kicked myself and swore softly under my breath.

I slept the night through and missed the vampires.