Sunday Snippet, March 24, 2019

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 and is discussing things with Jacob. This follows directly from last week’s snippet.

 

Cara fell silent, thinking about his answer. The day her letter came, her grandmother had been overjoyed, telling everyone that she wanted to come for a visit. Belle had died that night, and the next day, the one person who knew what was in Belle’s will had nearly died. Something cold ran up her spine and filled her blood vessels with ice.

“Jacob…”

The old man shook his head. “Seems a bit of a coincidence, doesn’t it?”

She couldn’t answer around the dead feeling in her throat.

“It’s all right,” he soothed.  “She is going to be all right.”

“But why…? And how…?”

 

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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7 responses to “Sunday Snippet, March 24, 2019

  1. Well Ed said exactly what I was thinking LOL! Enjoyed the excerpt and I like the way you’ve been skillfully drawing us deeper and deeper into the story and making us wonder what is really going on, over the course of these snippets you’ve shared. Great stuff.

  2. I’m intrigued … and I love the description “She couldn’t answer around the dead feeling in her throat.”

  3. There’s no coincidence! :) I want to know more.

  4. Definitely not a coincidence. That’s just a little unnerving in itself.

  5. I smell foul play. I don’t believe in coincidences. I wonder who’s behind it all.

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