Sunday Snippet, May 19, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Skipping a few lines from last week. It’s the next morning and Cara has showered and dressed and gone downstairs to face the day.

She went downstairs to find Harry waiting at the door.  With a chuckle she opened it. 

“Thanks for the company.”

She started a pot of coffee for Jacob and a pot of hot water for herself, then popped a breakfast casserole into the oven. She was never going to be able to eat all the food people had brought, even if she didn’t have to go back to Tulsa. 

Back to Tulsa. 

The thought hurt, but she shook her head. That was where her life was. She would turn the house and business over to Jacob and Tamira and…

And what? Just walk away? What had happened to wanting to get to know her grandmother?

She sat down at the table and rested her head in her hands. What was she supposed to do?


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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2 responses to “Sunday Snippet, May 19, 2019

  1. Her internal quandary is a great way to keep and increase the tension.

  2. She’s reached a bad spot and I hope it gets better soon.

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