I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. 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.
Picking up from last week: Cara is in Jacob’s kitchen as he is finishing meal prep.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Not a thing. Everything’s ready, just needs brought to the table. You drink coffee or tea?”
“Tea,” she said as he brought a platter of baked sweet potatoes to the table. “I never learned to like the taste of coffee.”
“Just like your grandmother,” he chuckled. A moment later a small tray holding a cup, a carafe of hot water, and a bowl with an assortment of teabags was placed next to her. A platter of baked chicken followed, along with a bowl of asparagus. “Help yourself.” He filled a cup with coffee and sat down across from her. “How are you holding up?”
“Tired,” she admitted. “And numb.” She transferred a sweet potato to her plate. “I almost feel too tired to eat.” Her stomach growled a suggestion that she try, and Jacob laughed.
“So, what did you think of the town mayor?”
“I didn’t like him. He made me feel uncomfortable somehow, like I got coated with slime just talking to him.”
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