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Sunday Snippet, December 16, 2018

Picking up from last week in Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy WiP.  Cara is getting to know Tamira, the woman who runs the shop her grandmother owned.

“Only if it makes you more aware of how your actions create ripples.”

“It wasn’t her actions, Tamira,” Jacob said, a low warning growl in his voice. “Put the blame where it’s due. Her absence was her mother’s doing. She’s the one that took her away from everything that she knew and got her exposed to that crazy cult.” He looked at Cara. “Apologies,” he said. “But that’s what it is.”

“You won’t get any argument from me about that,” Cara said. “I happen to agree with you. The things they did…” Her mind shied away from the events even as part of her knew with a deep certainty that Jacob did know… But how could he?

She shook her head sharply to clear the thought and pushed it down. Now was not the time to lose her mind or to explore random feelings and questions and knowings.

She smiled at Tamira. “Tell me about the shop?” she asked. “I don’t seem to remember it from when I was little.”

“Belle didn’t open it until after you’d been taken away,” the woman replied. “She started it because…” Tamira caught Jacob’s gaze and something seemed to flow between them. “Because she needed something to occupy her time after losing her son and granddaughter.”

Cara fixed her with an intense gaze, wondering what she had been going to say, but Jacob touched her shoulder and she turned to look at him.

“Not yet, Cara,” he murmured. “You’re not ready to know that yet.”

 

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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