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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 · Urbano
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803 Chs

Chapter 266: Sassafras Goes Home

This time the crossing seemed easier, whether because Sassy was with me or due to the fact I was ready for it and knew it was coming I didn't know. I was just grateful to step through instead of falling, my nausea not affecting me to the point of barfing this time.

I glanced to my right, at Sassafras. He looked the same, aside from the red-tinted skin and cute horns tucked into his shaggy hair. He pulled his hand free of mine in a jerk, shoving it into the back pocket of his jeans like my touch offended him somehow.

There was no time to ask him what his problem was. Theridialis stood there before me, beaming a huge smile, arms outstretched.

When did I become such a hugger? I usually avoided hugs. But I couldn't resist his cherub smile, the gentleness in his face.

"Welcome back, Sydlynn." His amber eyes fell on Sassafras. "Hello, son."

"Dad." Sass's voice was a growl. Neither moved to hug, I noticed. Happy moment over.