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 from last week.
Jacob set her suitcases down inside the kitchen door of the big house. She dropped her carry on next to them, glancing around the kitchen as she did so.
“Changed much?” he asked.
She shook her head. “It’s strange. I barely remember it, and yet I do.”
“Not strange at all.” He handed her a key ring. “This opens the back door,” he said. “And this one works the front door, but it doesn’t get used much.”
She nodded and let him close the door and guide her to his house. Smaller than her grandmother’s, it was clean and neat, with just enough things out of order to look lived in. The scent of food wafting from the kitchen made her mouth water.
“I used to think that you lived in the gardening shed,” she admitted to him. “Somehow I could never imagine you in a house.”
He chuckled. “I do tend to spend more time out there than I do in here, it seems. There’s always something to be doing.” The kitchen table already held two place settings and he motioned her into a seat as he began fussing at the stove.
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