More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.
Picking up from last week.
Picking up from last week’s snippet. Cara and Jacob are having breakfast and she said she’d had a weird dream of sorts.
“Weird dream of sorts?”
“Well, it wasn’t a dream like normal dreams. Just… I dreamed that Harry was growling at something, all bristled up, back arched, ears flat. Nothing else, just that.”
Jacob nodded. “I’ll have to have a talk with her later, see what she was growling at.”
Cara stared at him, fork halfway to her mouth, trying to decide if he was serious or not. At last she just shook her head and changed the subject. “How did you sleep?”
“With my eyes closed.” He added syrup to the breakfast casserole. “What are the plans for the day?”
She sighed. “The viewing this evening. And before then a visit to the Registrar of Wills, and, depending on what I learn there, a visit to Henry Rupert and maybe a phone call to the Bar Association.”
Jacob shook his head, his expression serious.
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
Novel Notes 
Interesting snippet that raises more questions than it answers.