Sunday Snippet, December 23, 2018

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


“The shop,” Tamira said as if they hadn’t detoured from the original question, “buys and sells antiques. Furniture, art, figurines, books.”

“Mostly,” Cara added dryly. “Or so Jacob tells me although he won’t say what else it sells.”

“A few homemade items,” Tamira replied. She studied Cara for a moment. “Jacob says you’re not sure if you’re staying in Crossroads?”

Cara shook her head. “I’m… torn. But if I don’t, I’ll sell you the business for a silver dollar.”

Tamira smiled and some sort of tension seemed to ease, leaving the air more breathable, and leaving Cara wondering why she had specified a silver dollar.

“I’m going to leave you two ladies to get acquainted,” Jacob said. “I need to run to the hardware store and the farm supply. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

The two women stared at each other in silence after he left, neither one knowing quite what to say. 

“So,” Cara broke the silence. “I’m afraid I don’t know much about antiques so I’m not going to be much help around here. But on the other hand, I also won’t try to tell you what to do or how to do it.”

Her words seemed to amuse Tamira and Cara felt a flash of irritation. 

“When I meet with the lawyer I’ll have him take care of transferring ownership of the shop.”


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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3 responses to “Sunday Snippet, December 23, 2018

  1. You’ve conveyed her unease at her lack of knowledge. Merry Christmas to you and yours!

  2. A bit of tension here – I wonder why?

  3. Buried under melted chocolate? Oh you poor, poor, POOR thing!

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