More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.
Cara has just finished a meeting with Harry Rupert, the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate. This follows directly from last week’s snippet.
“Jacob, do you know what happened to my grandmother’s attorney? The one who drew up the papers?”
Jacob nodded as he put the truck in gear and pulled out onto the main street. “She’s in a coma. Freak accident – ran over a nest of yellow jackets while mowing and got stung multiple times and had an allergic reaction. She almost died and is still in ICU.”
Something in his voice made Cara doubt the truth of the story. Not of his words, but of the story he was relating, and she raised an eyebrow.
“When did it happen?”
“The day after your letter came.”
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