I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo next month.
Picking up from last week — Cara was awakened by a phone call, even though her phone’s volume was off.
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.
“Yes.” She sat up, her hand tightening on the phone.
“You probably don’t remember me, but my name is Jacob Wylde. I was a friend of your grandmother’s.”
Jacob Wylde. He had lived in the groundskeeper’s house and had always had time for the endless questions of a curious child. She had helped him – he had helped her – plant a flower garden every year. Marigolds and petunias.
His voice pulled her out of the near trance of the memory.
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.