Sunday Snippet, May 12, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year. This snippet skips a few lines from last week; Cara is locking up the house before going to bed.

A plaintive meow made her smile and she opened the door to find a familiar calico cat on the porch. She opened the screen and crouched down to pet her. “Did you come to say good night?”    

In answer, the cat invited herself into the house, and Cara laughed, closing the door and locking it.  She put down a dish of water and rubbed Harry’s ears and chin for a moment. “I have to admit, I won’t mind the company, but I’m going to go to bed. Mind your manners and no clawing of furniture.”

She gathered up the papers and put them in her attaché case, and closed up her laptop, tucking it in with them, and started up the stairs, turning out the light as she left the kitchen. 

Harry tagged along, trotting up the stairs with her as if she owned the place.

“Make yourself at home,” Cara said wryly.


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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5 responses to “Sunday Snippet, May 12, 2019

  1. Animals can add so much to a story. I hope Harry has a role to play.

  2. It’s always good to have a furry companion.

  3. I once had a beautiful long-haired Siamese cat named Harry. It was short for Lady Harriet. Sadly, she died from feline leukemia. I closed off after her death, never acknowledged it, never shed a tear. My life was a terrible mess at the time. I loved her so much but I couldn’t deal with it.
    Years later, I had a wonderful calico cat named Trinity. She died at 10 years old from brain and lung cancer.
    I can’t deal with having any more cats. It’s too heartbreaking.

  4. Aww, cute little kitty. I feel like there’s a story behind Harry though. He’s not just going to be “some cat”, is he? Oh is he a familiar?

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