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Sunday Snippet, April 21, 2019

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

Jacob and Cara are discussing Belle’s will. (Belle was Cara’s grandmother.) Cara has been comparing the one she got from the attorney handling the estate with one kept in a safe at the house.

 

“Is there anyone in this town who isn’t?” [In Jonas’s pocket.]

“A few. You. Me. Tamira. [Belle’s original lawyer]. Belle wasn’t. There are a few others in town that aren’t, but mostly because he hasn’t deemed them important enough to try to buy. Trouble is, they aren’t strong enough to cross him – if he wants them to look the other way they won’t see anything.”

Cara nodded, suddenly weary.

“Don’t worry,” Jacob told her. “We can handle anything he throws at us. He knows we can’t be bought. And he has no power here, or at the shop. And he won’t interfere. Belle was too well liked in this town – he knows he has to move carefully where things that involve her are concerned. He might have money and the power that it brings, but he also knows that he needs the goodwill of the people. Most don’t know what he’s really like, and he needs to keep it that way.”

She nodded, slightly relieved, but the coincidence of her grandmother’s death and the attorney’s attack by yellow jackets was just too much to ignore, although she couldn’t quite figure out how they were related or how Jonas was involved. 

 

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, April 14, 2019

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

Jacob and Cara are discussing Belle’s will. (Belle was Cara’s grandmother.) Cara has been comparing the one she got from the attorney handling the estate with one kept in a safe at the house.

 

“The will was tampered with. And her signature was so badly forged a third grader could tell the difference.”

Jacob nodded. “Once she was gone they figured no one would know – Tamira and I wouldn’t be likely to see the new one and they figured you wouldn’t be familiar with her handwriting. They didn’t figure on you reading everything over – or comparing it to the original.”

“I don’t think he even knew I had the original.” She sat down and rubbed her forehead. “Even if they thought there was a copy here they wouldn’t have thought I’d have had time to find it.” She sighed and stared at the papers and computer. 

“How bad were the changes?”        

She shrugged. “The main part wasn’t touched. It was just the rider about what was to happen if I didn’t want to take possession, or if something happened to me before I created a will of my own. In the original, the shop and everything associated with it was to go to Tamira in the case of my turning it down, and the estate and everything associated with it was to go to you. In the revised version, if I don’t take control it all goes into a trust organization – one headed by Jonas Blackthorn.”

Jacob nodded, seemingly unperturbed by the news – and certainly not surprised. “I kinda suspected that Henry Rupert was in Jonas’ pocket,” he said.   

“Is there anyone in this town who isn’t?”

“A few. You. Me. Tamira. [Belle’s original lawyer*]. Belle wasn’t. There are a few others in town that aren’t, but mostly because he hasn’t deemed them important enough to try to buy. Trouble is, they aren’t strong enough to cross him – if he wants them to look the other way they won’t see anything.”

 

*I still haven’t named her.

 

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, April 7, 2019

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

Jacob and Cara are back from Cara’s meeting with the lawyer that was handling her grandmother’s estate. (The “it” that Cara is referring to is a copy of the will that Henry Rupert gave her at their meeting.)

(Please note, this is still a rough draft. And, yes, I’m aware they nod a lot. All my characters nod a lot in the first draft; they’re worse than those bobble-headed dogs you used to get to put on your car’s dash.)

 

 “You look a little unnerved,” he said as he walked her to the door. “You going to be all right tonight?”

She nodded. “I think so. I’m going to compare what Henry Rupert gave me with what’s in the safe, lock them both up, and go to bed.” She frowned, glancing at the sky. It wasn’t even dusk yet. “Okay, I won’t go to bed right away. It just feels later than it is.”

Jacob nodded. “It’s been a long rough day for you, and tomorrow might not be any easier.” He hesitated, then nodded at her case. “What are you going to do if they don’t match up?”

“If they don’t match up I’ll be going to the courthouse first thing in the morning, to the Registrar of Wills. And if necessary I’ll go above that, too. And I’ll be contacting the Bar.”

Jacob nodded. “Just be careful, Cara. You’re on the brink of making some powerful enemies.”

She closed her eyes for a moment and nodded wearily and he gave her shoulders a squeeze. “But you also have powerful friends, and are safe here in this house. Don’t ever back down from what you know is right.”

 

 

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 31, 2019

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

Cara has just finished a meeting with Harry Rupert, the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate and is discussing things with Jacob.  This follows directly from last week’s snippet.

 

“The why is probably in your case,” he said, nodding toward the briefcase on her lap. “As for how… That’s something we’re still working on.”

“We… You and Tamira?”

He nodded.

“Jacob, what is going on? I feel like there are things happening that I’m a part of but don’t know about.”

“There are,” he admitted. “But it’s all right. You’re safe.”

“Safe from what?” Tamira’s words about Jonas came racing back through her mind.   

He made no answer.

“Jonas?” she ventured. “But how?” She shook her head. “This is nuts. There’s no way he could be responsible for an attack of yellow jackets.”

“Of course not,” Jacob agreed. “No more than he can be responsible for a heart attack.”  

 

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 24, 2019

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

Cara has just finished a meeting with Harry Rupert, the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate and is discussing things with Jacob. This follows directly from last week’s snippet.

 

Cara fell silent, thinking about his answer. The day her letter came, her grandmother had been overjoyed, telling everyone that she wanted to come for a visit. Belle had died that night, and the next day, the one person who knew what was in Belle’s will had nearly died. Something cold ran up her spine and filled her blood vessels with ice.

“Jacob…”

The old man shook his head. “Seems a bit of a coincidence, doesn’t it?”

She couldn’t answer around the dead feeling in her throat.

“It’s all right,” he soothed.  “She is going to be all right.”

“But why…? And how…?”

 

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 17, 2019

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

Cara has just finished a meeting with Harry Rupert, the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate. This follows directly from last week’s snippet.

 

“Jacob, do you know what happened to my grandmother’s attorney? The one who drew up the papers?”

Jacob nodded as he put the truck in gear and pulled out onto the main street. “She’s in a coma. Freak accident – ran over a nest of yellow jackets while mowing and got stung multiple times and had an allergic reaction. She almost died and is still in ICU.”

Something in his voice made Cara doubt the truth of the story. Not of his words, but of the story he was relating, and she raised an eyebrow.

Jacob shrugged. 

“When did it happen?”

“The day after your letter came.”

 

 

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 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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