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Hayle Coven Inheritance

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. The Challenge “Jagger Santos,” Coradine said, voice singsong and trying to be endearing while I gagged a little over her cutsie attempt to be coy. So gross. “This is the one I was telling you about.” He didn’t look at her, his hunger for the fight apparent. “Ethie Hayle,” he said, deep voice full of daggers. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” I could have said no. Just turned on my heel and left, walked away, got the hell out of there. Should have. It was one thing to fight my own coven for “fun” occasionally. A way to let off steam, to expend some of my pent up anger in a reasonably safe way that ensured if they didn’t like me, they at least stayed out of my way. But a witch from another territory? The Santos coven wasn’t exactly on GreatGram’s favorite list, either. This could only end badly. Ethie Hayle has spent her whole life sheltered by the coven, her powerful family and the fear that an unknown enemy could, at any moment, leap out of the veil and hurt her. Talk about smothering when all she wants is to have the freedoms her oh-so-special brother, Gabriel, seems to take for granted. But when a strange woman appears and offers her a gift, Ethie discovers the concerns her mother and great-grandmother have harbored aren’t all that ridiculous after all and that there are powers in the Universe she can’t imagine…

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Chapter 101: Mile-Wide Streak of Stubborn

At least, calling my grandmother had been the original plan. I retreated to my quarters to wash my face and pull myself together, not wanting to call out to her just in case she took my present state as a reason to go all Nanna on me and try to protect me from something she couldn't.

I loved my family, but they could be pretty bossy at times. I should know, had my own mile-wide streak of stubborn and commanding and demanding that wasn't going away anytime soon.

I was a Hayle, too, like it or not.

As I sat on the edge of my bed, hands folded in my lap, breathing deeply to settle myself into what I hoped was a calm and confident state of mind, I rolled over Reena's idea in my head to clarify it with myself. Wouldn't do to drop this on Nanna and expect her to figure it out. Maybe I had absorbed more leadership training than I thought originally. Or perhaps school's insistence I stay organized had a side effect.