I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo next month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.
Why hadn’t she turned off the volume on her phone before she went to bed?
Cara fumbled for it, the fog of sleep clearing enough that she could see that the sound was off, and yet the phone was definitely ringing. The number was one she recognized, one she had almost called many times, always changing her mind at the last minute before hitting dial.
Even as a shaky finger pressed the screen to answer the call part of her mind wondered if the letter had had time to reach her yet.
Her voice was as shaky as her hands, part of her mind wondering if her grandmother would sound the same as she did in her dreams.
But it wasn’t a woman’s voice that replied.
Tentative blurb. (Gawd, but I hate writing blurbs!)
When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.
But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand.