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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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Sunday Snippet, December 30, 2018

Skipping a few paragraphs in Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy.  A customer has come into the shop and Cara is browsing while Tamira helps her.

She moved on the jewelry display as Tamira finished up with the customer. Engrossed, she vaguely heard the door chimes as the woman left.

“Finding anything?”

Tamira was suddenly at her elbow, her voice holding a slight challenge.

Cara shook her head. “Nothing here is my taste,” she replied. “I can appreciate the beauty of the pieces, but I can’t imagine wearing any of them. I do need to get a chain for this, though.” She pulled the Herkimer pendant from her pocket, holding it in her closed fist for a moment before slowly opening her hand to show Tamira.

“I think I have just exactly what you need.” She smiled and motioned for Cara to follow her to the back room. 

Cara followed and paused in the doorway. She wasn’t sure what she had expected – maybe a desk and office chair and computer for bookkeeping creating an oasis in a sea of boxes and unsorted stock – but that wasn’t what she saw. There was a desk and office chair and computer, but the walls of half the room were taken up with counters and lined with shelves that held bottles of various shapes and sizes along with baskets and bags. The counters were host to several mortars and pestles and a large number of small slow cookers.

“You can come in,” Tamira said, looking up from a drawer she was searching through.

Cara shrugged but said nothing. She felt unwelcome in the shop and really just wanted to go outside and maybe walk along the main street and look at the shops until Jacob came back.

She had a sudden urge to break down and cry but she wouldn’t do it here, not in front of this woman.

 

 

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, December 23, 2018

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.

 

“The shop,” Tamira said as if they hadn’t detoured from the original question, “buys and sells antiques. Furniture, art, figurines, books.”

“Mostly,” Cara added dryly. “Or so Jacob tells me although he won’t say what else it sells.”

“A few homemade items,” Tamira replied. She studied Cara for a moment. “Jacob says you’re not sure if you’re staying in Crossroads?”

Cara shook her head. “I’m… torn. But if I don’t, I’ll sell you the business for a silver dollar.”

Tamira smiled and some sort of tension seemed to ease, leaving the air more breathable, and leaving Cara wondering why she had specified a silver dollar.

“I’m going to leave you two ladies to get acquainted,” Jacob said. “I need to run to the hardware store and the farm supply. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

The two women stared at each other in silence after he left, neither one knowing quite what to say. 

“So,” Cara broke the silence. “I’m afraid I don’t know much about antiques so I’m not going to be much help around here. But on the other hand, I also won’t try to tell you what to do or how to do it.”

Her words seemed to amuse Tamira and Cara felt a flash of irritation. 

“When I meet with the lawyer I’ll have him take care of transferring ownership of the shop.”

 

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, December 16, 2018

Picking up from last week in Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy WiP.  Cara is getting to know Tamira, the woman who runs the shop her grandmother owned.

“Only if it makes you more aware of how your actions create ripples.”

“It wasn’t her actions, Tamira,” Jacob said, a low warning growl in his voice. “Put the blame where it’s due. Her absence was her mother’s doing. She’s the one that took her away from everything that she knew and got her exposed to that crazy cult.” He looked at Cara. “Apologies,” he said. “But that’s what it is.”

“You won’t get any argument from me about that,” Cara said. “I happen to agree with you. The things they did…” Her mind shied away from the events even as part of her knew with a deep certainty that Jacob did know… But how could he?

She shook her head sharply to clear the thought and pushed it down. Now was not the time to lose her mind or to explore random feelings and questions and knowings.

She smiled at Tamira. “Tell me about the shop?” she asked. “I don’t seem to remember it from when I was little.”

“Belle didn’t open it until after you’d been taken away,” the woman replied. “She started it because…” Tamira caught Jacob’s gaze and something seemed to flow between them. “Because she needed something to occupy her time after losing her son and granddaughter.”

Cara fixed her with an intense gaze, wondering what she had been going to say, but Jacob touched her shoulder and she turned to look at him.

“Not yet, Cara,” he murmured. “You’re not ready to know that yet.”

 

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, December 9, 2018

Still posting from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy WiP. Cara is making her first visit to the shop her grandmother owned and left to her.

 

The chimes of the opening door hadn’t even died away before a woman emerged from the back. She was short, with a thin frame and chestnut-red hair pulled back in a bun, and Cara couldn’t even make a guess at her age – she seemed to be older than Jacob but younger than she was. She was, however, fairly certain that she didn’t remember her – or the shop – from her childhood.  But the most disconcerting thing was that somehow Cara found it difficult to look directly at her.

“Tamira,” Jacob said. “I want you to meet Cara, Belle’s granddaughter.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” There was a lyrical quality to Tamira’s voice, almost hypnotic. “Belle was so looking forward to your visit.”

“I know.” Cara bowed her head, forcing down a wave of regret. “I wish I would have contacted her sooner, would have come home sooner.”

“All things happen when they’re supposed to,” Tamira said. “And we are always where we need to be when we need to be there. Regret doesn’t change the past.”

“Does it do anything to the present or the future?”

“Only if it makes you more aware of how your actions create ripples.”

 

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, December 2, 2018

Picking up from last week’s snippet of Hedge House. Jacob has taken Cara into town to show her the shop her grandmother had, and to introduce her to Tamira, the woman who runs it.

Her nerves returned as he pulled into the parking lot of a small building and parked off to the side. The storm door stood open, taking advantage of the fresh air and Cara looked at the building curiously.

“You know, I never did ask what kind of business this is.”

“Antique shop. Curiosities and oddities. Mostly.” he added. 

“Mostly?”

But he was getting out of the truck and she followed, her curiosity roused. “What do you mean by mostly?”

He gave her a wink. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“It’s nothing illegal, is it?” she asked suspiciously, and he burst into laughter.

“Not in this day and age, although there was a time…”

She looked at him curiously, but he was holding the screen door open and motioning her into the store.   

 

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, November 25, 2018

Skipping ahead a bit in Hedge House. It’s the next day and Jacob has decided that Cara needs to get out for a bit. He speaks first.

“Why don’t we get out for a bit after lunch? I’ll take you to the shop and introduce you to Tamira. I know she’d like to meet you.”

Cara winced. “I’m so sorry. I should have gone before now…”

Jacob shook his head. “You’re only one person, Cara. You haven’t learned how to be in two places at once yet.”

After lunch she climbed into the passenger seat of Jacob’s old battered blue Dodge pickup. It smelled like earth and engine grease with a trace of manure, and she smiled as she buckled her seatbelt.

“What’s so funny?” he asked as the engine growled to life.

She shook her head. “I remember riding in a truck with you and my father to go get ice cream. I think it was red, but it smelled just like this one.”

Jacob smiled. “They say that the sense of smell the most primitive and is tied directly into the memory section of the brain.” 

“True.”

“And when we’re done at the shop we’ll go get ice cream.”

She laughed and leaned back into the seat as he pulled out onto the road, feeling oddly content and comforted.

 

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, November 18, 2018

Picking up from last week’s snippet of Hedge House.

The afternoon passed in a blur of names and faces that Cara was certain she would never remember, and by the time it was time for supper the kitchen counters were laden with containers of cookies and cakes and the refrigerator was stuffed full of casseroles.

“That should be the last of ‘em,” Jacob said as yet another person that Cara wouldn’t remember drove away. “The only one missing is Betty Thompson and she’s in California visiting her grand kids.”

Car’s gaze traveled over the counters. “I don’t think there’s room for anything else anyhow.” She looked at Jacob. “Do they really think I’m going to eat all this? Or should I save it for a wake? What is the tradition here?”

“You’re expected to tell them how wonderful it was next time you see them, and thank them again… profusely. You get bonus points for asking for the recipe.”

“I’m never even going to remember who was who, let alone what they brought.”

Jacob chuckled. “You’ll meet them all again at the viewing.” He studied her for a moment. “So, what do you think of your new friends?”

“I felt like I was on display. Like…” She paused, searching for the right words. “Like they weren’t here because they cared about her, but because they wanted to see what sort of person her granddaughter was. I have the feeling they’ve all gotten together for coffee somewhere and are discussing everything from my makeup to my shoes and analyzing every word I said and every movement and expression I made.”

“You’re probably not far off. But it’s more likely that there are several small groups of them and what is said in one will get repeated to members of the others.”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure if I’m amused or offended.”

“Go with amused. You’ll have a happier life.”

She smiled. “You are helping eat this,” she informed him.

“You don’t have to eat it all at once. Some of it can be frozen. Just be sure to take a bite or two first so you can rave about it.”

“You’re still helping me eat it.”

He laughed and took a thumbprint cookie from a plate. “There. I’m helping.”

 

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, November 11, 2018

Picking up from last week’s snippet of Hedge House. Cara is about to meet the first of the “Casserole Brigade.”

 

“Cara, I’d like to introduce you to Amy Potts. Her husband owns the hardware store here in town but their son runs it now.”

“I’m pleased to meet you, Mrs. Potts,” Cara said, extending her hand.

“Oh, honey, there’s no need to be so formal. Your grandmother and I were old friends. We went to school together.”

“It must be hard to lose someone you’ve known for so long.”

“Yes. Losing her is leaving quite a hole in this town. I know you’re going to be busy and overwhelmed, so I brought you a pan of lasagna. Mr. Wylde has put it in the refrigerator for you.”

“Thank you so much. That will be very much appreciated. Would you care for some coffee?”

“I would, dear, but perhaps another time. My grandson is in the car waiting for me. I don’t drive and he took the time to bring me here. You should meet him sometime, he’s about your age and such a fine young man.”

“Did she just try to play matchmaker?” Cara asked when the door had closed behind Mrs. Potts.

Jacob laughed. “She’s been trying to get that grandson of hers married off since he turned eighteen.” He sobered. “Be careful of her, Cara. She’s a busybody and if the truth isn’t interesting enough she makes sure to embellish it until it is.”

“I take it that the ‘hole’ my grandmother left was in her gossip base?”

“Very perceptive. Yes, your grandmother was the talk of the town in more ways than one.”

Before Cara could ask for clarification the doorbell rang, announcing another covered dish. 

 

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, November 4, 2018

Cara was on her way downstairs from making herself look like she hadn’t been climbing trees and crawling around under a bush but stopped when she heard the doorbell.

“Mrs. Potts,” she heard Jacob greet the caller.   

“Good morning, Mr. Wylde. I heard that Belle’s granddaughter was here and I wanted to stop by and express my condolences. I made a pan of lasagna for her. I’m sure she’s going to be feeling too overwhelmed to do much cooking.”

“She does have a lot of things to deal with,” he agreed. “The funeral, inheritance, meeting half the town in the next two days… It’s all going to be a little overwhelming for her.”

“Poor dear. And being such a stranger here having been dragged away from all she knew when her father died.”

“That’s not making it any easier,” Jacob agreed. “Here, let me take that for you. Would you come in for a few moments? Cara was out exploring the gardens and is upstairs making herself a bit more presentable but she should be down in a moment.”

 

 

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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