I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this 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.
I’m picking up a bit from last week — Cara is at the front desk, checking out of the motel.
The door opened and another man entered. He was tall, well-built, with dark hair and dark eyes, and too well-dressed to be a patron.
“I’m Jonas Blackthorn, the town mayor. I’d heard you were here and wanted to extend my condolences, and offer to assist you in any way I could.”
“Thank you, Mr. Blackthorn.” Cara forced a smile around her instant dislike for the man. “News travels fast here.”
“I called him,” Bryan said. “I figured he’d want to know you were here.”
“Indeed I did. I didn’t even know you were coming. Perhaps after things have settled we can go for dinner?”
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