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Sunday Snippet, March 10, 2019

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

Cara is in Harry Rupert’s office – he’s the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate. He has just finished going over the will with her. This follows directly from last week’s snippet.

 

“I don’t sign anything unless I’ve read it and know what I’m signing.” She smiled. “I’m sure you advise your clients to read before signing as well?”

“Well, yes, but that’s if they’re signing something from someone they don’t know. I’m a lawyer –”

“As am I.” Cara rose and held his gaze. “And I am not going to sign anything unless I have read it and compared it to the original document.” She paused. “I know you are a lawyer, Mr. Rupert. I also know that you are not the lawyer that originally drew up my grandmother’s will. That, I believe, was Kim Jamison, who is no longer with your firm?”

The man stared at her, his mouth open. 

Cara’s smile was cold. “Should I find any discrepancies between these papers and the originals in my grandmother’s safe, I will contact the Bar and they will be in contact with you. Good day, Mr. Rupert.”

 

Cara climbed into the truck and slammed the door. Jacob gave her a questioning look as he started the engine.

“I don’t trust him,” she said. “I’m bringing the papers home to read over.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Jacob, do you know what happened to my grandmother’s attorney? The one who drew up the papers?”

 

 

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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Sunday Snippet, March 3, 2019

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

Picking up a few lines from last week. Cara is in Harry Rupert’s office – he’s the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate. He has just finished going over the will with her.

 

At last he finished explaining everything and handed Cara a stack of papers. Sticky tabs flagged most of the pages, sometimes two or three on a page.

“I’ll need you to sign, date, and initial where indicated,” he told her. He handed her a pen and waited expectantly.

Cara flipped through the pages before placing the stack on his desk and neatly aligning the edges before picking up her briefcase and placing it next to them.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she opened it.

“I’m taking these home to read over,” she replied calmly as she placed the documents inside, “and to compare them to the papers that my grandmother kept a copy of. I’ll bring them back tomorrow when I come for the viewing.”

“Really, Miss Hawthorn, there’s no need. I assure you that the papers are all in order. I’ve gone over them up myself.” 

“Be that as it may,” Cara snapped the case shut, “I don’t sign anything unless I’ve read it and know what I’m signing.” She smiled. “I’m sure you advise your clients to read before signing as well?”

“Well, yes, but that’s if they’re signing something from someone they don’t know. I’m a lawyer –”

 

 

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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Sunday Snippet, February 24, 2019

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

Picking up from last week. Cara had found herself feeling dizzy and light headed and then she was outside of the shop without remembering going through the door.

“What happened?” she asked. The shop was beginning to feel like a dream and she turned to look at it, reassuring herself that it was real.

“You got dizzy. Sometimes the incense does that to people.”

“Incense?” She frowned. She didn’t remember smelling any incense.

“Tamira burns it in the back room sometimes. She prefers powdered herbs and sometimes the remnants of the smoke can hit people in odd ways.” 

Cara nodded, uncertain. That didn’t sound right to her, but it didn’t sound wrong, either, and she was confused.

Jacob smiled. “Your head will clear in a bit and things will make more sense. Are you ready to go see Henry Rupert?”

“Yes.” Cara felt an overwhelming sense of relief at the suggestion; a visit to a lawyer was something she could understand, something she could deal with. “Let’s go get that over with.”

 

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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Sunday Snippet, February 17, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.  Picking up from last week’s snippet. (Yes, I know Tamira’s line is awkward, but it’s a first draft. It’ll get better.)

Jacob laughed. “Ah, Cara. You’ll learn soon enough.” He sobered. “You’ll learn far too much far too soon, I fear.”

“She’ll be ready,” Tamira said. “When she’s ready to learn, we’ll teach her, and by the time she needs the knowledge she’ll be ready to receive it.”  

“What are you two talking about?”

“Something we shouldn’t be,” Jacob replied, locking eyes with Tamira. “Especially since I ran into Henry Rupert and he had a cancellation so if you’d like to go see him now he’s available.”

For a moment Cara felt as if there was some sort of flow of energy between Jacob and Tamira and that she was in the middle of it. She closed her eyes, suddenly light headed and dizzy, and then she felt Jacob’s hand on her arm, steadying her so she didn’t fall, and then she was outside in the sunshine and fresh breeze. 

 

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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Sunday Snippet, February 10, 2019

Picking up from last week’s snippetHedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year. Tamira is answering Jacob’s question of “What happened?”

“Jonas was hoping for an invitation,” Tamira replied. “He didn’t get it.”

Jacob nodded as some sort of understanding seemed to flow between the two of them.

Cara sensed, again, that it had something to do with her, but she also was fairly certain that she wouldn’t get an answer if she asked.

Still, a little fishing wouldn’t hurt.

“I wish you two wouldn’t do that,” she said.

“Do what?” Tamira asked.

“Talk about me without talking about me.”

Tamira looked at Jacob. “She’s far too aware,” she said.

Jacob nodded. “And far too unaware of what she’s aware of.”

Cara sighed. “I think I’d rather you go back to talking about me without talking about me, instead of talking about me like I wasn’t here.”

Jacob laughed. “Ah, Cara. You’ll learn soon enough.” He sobered. “You’ll learn far too much far too soon, I fear.”

 

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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Sunday Snippet, February 3, 2019

Skipping a few lines from last week’s snippet of Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy.  Cara and Tamira are discussing Jonas Blackthorn. (Please note, this is still a rough draft.)

“I don’t think there’s anything he could say or do to make me trust him,” Cara said. “Especially since Jacob warned me about him as well.”

“Good,” Tamira said. “You have a good head on your shoulders, and good instincts. But you’re young and he can be very persuasive. And he’s powerful, and like most powerful men, he’s used to getting his own way.”

Cara snorted. “I’m a lawyer. I battle people like him on a daily basis.”

Tamira shook her head, but there was a soft smile on her lips. “Not like him, but I’m glad to hear that you won’t be intimidated by him, or let him pressure you into something you’ll regret.”

Cara was about to ask her what she meant when the door opened again. This time it was Jacob and they both relaxed. His gaze sharpened for a moment and for a few seconds he seemed to soften somehow, then he frowned. “What happened?”

 

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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Sunday Snippet, January 27, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.  Picking up from last week’s snippet.

“What kind of offer did he make?” Tamira asked.

“Nothing concrete and nothing I’m inclined to take him up on,” Cara replied. “He seems quite eager to buy the house and even though I haven’t decided what I’m doing, I do know that I have no intentions of selling it to him.”

Tamira nodded. “Be careful of him, Cara. He is a dark one. Dangerous to his enemies, and those who call him friend only do so out of fear.”

“I don’t like him,” Cara said. “I don’t know why, but from the first moment I saw him, I just… wished I’d never met him.”

“Always trust your instincts.” Tamira’s smile was warm, but she quickly sobered.  “Jonas Blackthorn is not welcome here and cannot come further than the doorway without an invitation.” 

Cara nodded slowly, remembering the way he had started to enter, confident that she would welcome him, only to falter in response to her cold reply.

 

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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Sunday Snippet, January 20, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy which will hopefully be released this year. This picks up from last week’s snippet.

“Thank you,” she said. “For the chain.” She fastened it around her neck and turned as the door chimed, stiffening as she saw who was in the doorway.

“Good afternoon, ladies. I thought I saw you come in here, Cara. Checking out the books on your grandmother’s business?”

“Getting to know the woman who runs it,” Cara replied, her voice cold and clipped.   

Jonas Blackthorn started to walk through the door but faltered and stayed on the threshold. “I’m sorry,” he said. “That didn’t come out the way I’d intended. And I really just came to ask if you’d like to go for a coffee. I was hoping you’d had time to think about my offer and we could discuss it.”

“There is nothing to discuss. I haven’t made any decisions. And I’m afraid that I won’t have time for a get together. There is still a lot to do and I have an appointment with Henry Rupert later this afternoon

“Oh, well, another time then, perhaps.” He bowed and took a step backward before turning and leaving.

Cara shuddered as the door closed behind him. “I feel like I need a shower,” she muttered.

 

 

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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Sunday Snippet, January 13, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft that I’m hoping to release before the end of the year. This snippet picks up from last week’s.

“What happened after the two of you left for Tulsa?”

Cara shook her head. “We still weren’t close. She’d never gotten to know me, had no idea what I liked, tried to force me into the mold of her ideal daughter. We’re still not close. She’s still part of that church and I’m… not.”

Cara busied herself threading the chain through the wire loop on the pendant. Why was she telling Tamira all of this? She had just met her and wasn’t entirely sure the woman liked her or approved of her. Not that she needed anyone’s approval… Craved it, maybe, but didn’t need it.

“Thank you,” she said. “For the chain.” She fastened it around her neck and turned as the door chimed, stiffening as she saw who was in the doorway.

 

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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Sunday Snippet, January 6, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.  (One of my writing goals for this year is to get it finished, beta read, revised, and published.)

This picks up from last week’s snippet.

Tamira turned, a silver chain in her hand. 

“Belle wanted to make sure you had this,” she said, handing it to her. “But only if you found the pendant that belonged with it.” She nodded toward the stone in Cara’s hand.

“My father made this,” Cara said, frowning.

“I know. He mined the crystal, charged it with its purpose, wrapped it with wire, and gave it to you. When your mother took you away, Belle was afraid she’d find it and throw it away.”

Cara shook her head. “I hid it in the garden. I was afraid she’d do the same thing.”

“You didn’t trust your mother, did you?”

Cara hesitated. “She was never… We were never close. I spent most of my time with my father or grandmother or Jacob. She never seemed to care much. And when my father died…” She frowned. “I don’t remember much of what went on, but I know she was… angry.” Her frown deepened as she found herself struggling with a wide range of emotions she couldn’t quite identify as memories came back to her. “I remember… I remember her yelling a lot, saying that she hated him, like she blamed him for dying, like it was his fault that he died.”

 

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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