More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.

“Jacob?” she asked as she opened the kitchen door. “Where is my father buried? I – I’d like to visit his grave.”

“You already have.”

She put the box down on the counter and turned to look at him.

“He was cremated. His ashes – or at least most of ‘em – are buried at the foot of that oak tree you were climbing.”

“Where are the rest of them?”

“In a vial your grandmother wore. I have it over at my place for you when you’re ready for it.”

Somehow that simple kindness touched her far more deeply than any expression of sympathy could have. “Thank you.” She barely got the words out through the lump in her throat. 

“Go get changed,” he said gently. “I’ll handle the casserole brigade if they get here before you come back down.”

Tentative Blurb:

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

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Picking up a line or two from last week in Hedge House. Jacob speaks first.

“Viewing will be the day after tomorrow. I have the hours on a slip of paper for you. And you should probably go and get cleaned up – you’ll be getting visitors.”

She looked at him questioningly.

“Word is out that you’re here and there’s going to be a viewing. You’ll be getting casseroled to death any time now.”

“By people I don’t even know?”

“They knew your grandmother, and that’s what really matters to them.”

“That and being curious about me.”

He chuckled. “Nosy, you mean, but yes. You’ll be the talk of the town. Already are, in fact. Grocery store, barber shop, news stand…”

She groaned.

“It’s not that bad. Gives them something to do.”

“So what are they saying?”

“Most are just wondering what you’re like and if you’ll be staying. Apparently Jonas is talking like he already owns the place.”

Green eyes flashed in anger and Jacob smiled inwardly. Maybe Cara thought she hadn’t decided what to do about the house yet, but she had. She just didn’t know she had.

Tentative Blurb:

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

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.

Picking up from last week when Cara was “caught” crawling out of a tunnel formed by the branches of a bush.

“Ah, so that’s where you went. Playing in the hedge?”

She looked up and flushed as she saw Jacob leaning against the oak, the cat rubbing against his legs.

He chuckled and offered her a hand to help her up. “What have you got there?” he asked, nodding at the box.

“Treasures.” She glanced back at the tunnel. “Who’s your friend?”

The cat abandoned Jacob and moved to rub its head against her legs. 

“Harry. Seems she’s taken a liking to you.”

“She was on the back porch when I came out so I gave her a pan of water. I should have called you to pick up some cat food.”

Jacob chuckled. “Don’t worry about Harry, she’s well fed.” He glanced at the tunnel she had just crawled out of. “I should have known this was where I’d find you, even without Harry leading me to you. This was your favorite part of the gardens when you were little.”

 “I didn’t even really remember this until I was sitting in the oak tree a while ago but once I found the opening to the tunnel…” She shrugged. “My mind didn’t remember, but apparently my body did. The tunnel was bigger twenty years ago, though.”

Jacob laughed and gave her shoulders a squeeze. “Memories come back when you’re ready for them,” he told her. “And when they’re needed. Nothing is ever truly lost or forgotten.”

Tentative Blurb:

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

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.