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Sunday Snippet, August 12, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

Skipping ahead a bit from last week. Cara has reached her grandmother’s house (after a few wrong turns).

 

She stepped out of the car and pocketed the keys, taking a deep breath of the evening air and savoring the scent of freshly cut grass. A few birds squabbled in the hedge that surrounded the property and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves and brushed her hair, soothing her.

“I see you made it. Any trouble?”

Jacob’s now familiar voice was closer than she had expected and she jumped, startled.

“Not after I turned the wrong way three times.”

He chuckled, his blue eyes crinkling in his weathered face. “You did well finding it at all after all this time.” He sobered, his gaze sharpening as he studied her. “Any other trouble?”

“I… was delayed leaving the Starlight. The town mayor came to meet me.”

“Jonas.”

She nodded. There was a note of barely concealed contempt in the man’s voice and she shared the sentiment.

“The desk clerk called to tell him I was there.”

“Of course he did. Jonas owns the place. Come on, let’s get your luggage and drop it off in the house and then you can come on over to my place for some supper before you turn in. You look about ready to drop.”

 

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, August 5, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft.

I’m picking up from last week. Cara met the town mayor while checking out of the hotel and he asked her out for dinner.

“I’m not sure how long I’m going to be in town,” she replied. “I just came for the funeral and then I’ll be going back to Tulsa.”

He nodded. “We’ll be sorry to see you go. If you need any help at all, don’t hesitate to call me.” He handed her a business card. “If you decide to sell the house and business I’m sure I can find a buyer.”

“Sell…?” She looked up from the card, confused.

“You don’t know? Your grandmother left everything to you. Apparently she never took into consideration the fact that you might have a life elsewhere.”

Something in his tone rankled, reminding her too much of her mother’s attitude toward her grandmother, but she forced herself to remain polite. 

 

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Sunday Snippet, July 29, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

I’m picking up a bit from last week — Cara is at the front desk, checking out of the motel.

 

The door opened and another man entered. He was tall, well-built, with dark hair and dark eyes, and too well-dressed to be a patron.  

“Miss Hawthorne?”

“Yes?”

“I’m Jonas Blackthorn, the town mayor. I’d heard you were here and wanted to extend my condolences, and offer to assist you in any way I could.”

“Thank you, Mr. Blackthorn.” Cara forced a smile around her instant dislike for the man. “News travels fast here.”

“I called him,” Bryan said. “I figured he’d want to know you were here.”

“Indeed I did. I didn’t even know you were coming. Perhaps after things have settled we can go for dinner?”

 

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, July 22, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

I’m picking up from last week.

The room was moderately clean – if you didn’t look in the bathroom – and briefly Cara considered returning the key and driving another half hour to Clairville, a slightly larger town with better accommodations. Instead, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and called Jacob.

“I’m here,” she said when he answered.

“Where are you?”

“I have a room at the Starlight Inn, number 106.”

“Get out of there,” he said tersely. Something in his voice sent a chill tingling through her spine. “There’s a whole house here for you where you’ll be a lot more comfortable,” he added more gently. “And a lot safer.”

“All right.” The relief in her voice surprised her. “To tell you the truth, I’m not feeling too comfortable with this place.”

“As well you shouldn’t. Do you need directions? I know you were just a little thing when you left here.”

“I think I can find it. I remember it being on a hill just outside of town.”

“It’s still there,” he said dryly, and she smiled at the humor.

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, July 15, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

I’m picking up from last week, with Cara checking into a somewhat unsavory motel.

 

“I’d like a room, please.”

“How long do you need it for?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a week, maybe just tonight.”

“You alone?”

“I’m here for my grandmother’s funeral.”

“Grandmother’s funeral?”He seemed confused for a moment as he reoriented his opinion of her. “Belle Hawthorne?”

She nodded. “I’m Cara Hawthorne.”

He handed her a key, his demeanor changing. “The room on the end. I’ll make sure not to put anyone in the room next to you so you won’t be disturbed.”

“Thank you.” She pulled her wallet out of her purse and handed him her credit card but he waved it off.

“No charge for you. Your grandmother was loved by just about everyone in town. We’re all grieving with you.”

 

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Sunday Snippet, July 8, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

She had expected the town to look different, somehow, but as she drove down the main street she felt as if she had never left. The buildings were still the same, as were most of the businesses. She almost stopped to see if Rex’s Drugs still had its soda fountain, but she was tired and wanted to get settled and call Jacob to let him know she was there.

The Starlight Inn was seedier than her memory painted it. To a seven year old it had been a place of mystery; now it was just a run down motel that saw very little business other than an occasional tryst, teenagers getting drunk, and the overflow of alumni and families from the university in another town on homecoming weekend.

The inside was even bleaker and less inviting than the exterior and Cara reminded herself that she was only here for a little while as she tried not to identify the odors that assaulted her.

“Can I help you?”

The man eyed her up in a way that made her grateful for the self defense and martial arts classes she’d taken.

 

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, July 1, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

I’m picking up from last week

“None of it was your fault.” Somehow Jacob seemed to understand what she meant.

“But I was too late. I – I wrote her a letter, but I should have–”

“She got it,” he said, his voice pure comfort for her soul. “She was so thrilled. She told everyone that you were coming home.”

“But I was too late…”    

“No. It’s not too late. Come home, Cara. We’ll hold off on the funeral until you can come home.”

Home.

Somehow, her grandmother’s house had always been home; no matter where she had lived, every dream that had involved “home” had been set there.

“I–” A thousand thoughts exploded in her mind but her voice was clear and certain. “I’ll be there.”

Her boss and her mother would not be happy, but she didn’t care. She needed to go home.

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 24, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. I think finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo next month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

Picking up from last week.

“I’m sorry. Yes. I’m here. And it’s Cara. I do remember you, Mr. Wylde.”

Even as she spoke part of her mind registered the fact that he had said that he “was” a friend of her grandmother’s. “Was” not “am” and something caught in her throat and sucked all the moisture from it.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but your grandmother…”

“She died, didn’t she?”

“Yes.” 

He didn’t sound surprised that she knew.

“I – I’ve been dreaming about her.” She didn’t know why she was telling him this.  “I mailed her a letter…” Unexpected tears welled up in her eyes.  

“She passed through the Veil last night. It was… unexpected.”

“I’m sorry.”

The nearly hysterical edge to her voice made the words more an apology than an expression of sympathy.

(Yes, I know that “unexpected” occurs too close together. It’s a rough draft; I’ll fix it in edits but right now I can’t seem to come up with a better word in either spot.)

 

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, June 17, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo next month.

Picking up from last week — Cara was awakened by a phone call, even though her phone’s volume was off.

 

Her voice was as shaky as her hands, part of her mind wondering if her grandmother would sound the same as she did in her dreams.

But it wasn’t a woman’s voice that replied.

“Cara Hawthorne?”

“Yes.” She sat up, her hand tightening on the phone.

“You probably don’t remember me, but my name is Jacob Wylde. I was a friend of your grandmother’s.”

Jacob Wylde. He had lived in the groundskeeper’s house and had always had time for the endless questions of a curious child. She had helped him – he had helped her – plant a flower garden every year. Marigolds and petunias.

“Miss Hawthorne?”

His voice pulled her out of the near trance of the memory.

 

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, June 10, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo next month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

Why hadn’t she turned off the volume on her phone before she went to bed?

Cara fumbled for it, the fog of sleep clearing enough that she could see that the sound was off, and yet the phone was definitely ringing. The number was one she recognized, one she had almost called many times, always changing her mind at the last minute before hitting dial.

Even as a shaky finger pressed the screen to answer the call part of her mind wondered if the letter had had time to reach her yet.

“Hello?”

Her voice was as shaky as her hands, part of her mind wondering if her grandmother would sound the same as she did in her dreams.

But it wasn’t a woman’s voice that replied.

 

Tentative blurb. (Gawd, but I hate writing blurbs!)

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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