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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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Sunday Snippet, October 28, 2018

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

 

“Jacob?” she asked as she opened the kitchen door. “Where is my father buried? I – I’d like to visit his grave.”

“You already have.”

She put the box down on the counter and turned to look at him.

“He was cremated. His ashes – or at least most of ‘em – are buried at the foot of that oak tree you were climbing.”

“Where are the rest of them?”

“In a vial your grandmother wore. I have it over at my place for you when you’re ready for it.”

Somehow that simple kindness touched her far more deeply than any expression of sympathy could have. “Thank you.” She barely got the words out through the lump in her throat. 

“Go get changed,” he said gently. “I’ll handle the casserole brigade if they get here before you come back down.”

 

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, October 21, 2018

Picking up a line or two from last week in Hedge House. Jacob speaks first.

 

“Viewing will be the day after tomorrow. I have the hours on a slip of paper for you. And you should probably go and get cleaned up – you’ll be getting visitors.”

She looked at him questioningly.

“Word is out that you’re here and there’s going to be a viewing. You’ll be getting casseroled to death any time now.”

“By people I don’t even know?”

“They knew your grandmother, and that’s what really matters to them.”

“That and being curious about me.”

He chuckled. “Nosy, you mean, but yes. You’ll be the talk of the town. Already are, in fact. Grocery store, barber shop, news stand…”

She groaned.

“It’s not that bad. Gives them something to do.”

“So what are they saying?”

“Most are just wondering what you’re like and if you’ll be staying. Apparently Jonas is talking like he already owns the place.”

Green eyes flashed in anger and Jacob smiled inwardly. Maybe Cara thought she hadn’t decided what to do about the house yet, but she had. She just didn’t know she had.

 

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, October 14, 2018

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

Picking up from last week when Cara was “caught” crawling out of a tunnel formed by the branches of a bush.

“Ah, so that’s where you went. Playing in the hedge?”

She looked up and flushed as she saw Jacob leaning against the oak, the cat rubbing against his legs.

He chuckled and offered her a hand to help her up. “What have you got there?” he asked, nodding at the box.

“Treasures.” She glanced back at the tunnel. “Who’s your friend?”

The cat abandoned Jacob and moved to rub its head against her legs. 

“Harry. Seems she’s taken a liking to you.”

“She was on the back porch when I came out so I gave her a pan of water. I should have called you to pick up some cat food.”

Jacob chuckled. “Don’t worry about Harry, she’s well fed.” He glanced at the tunnel she had just crawled out of. “I should have known this was where I’d find you, even without Harry leading me to you. This was your favorite part of the gardens when you were little.”

 “I didn’t even really remember this until I was sitting in the oak tree a while ago but once I found the opening to the tunnel…” She shrugged. “My mind didn’t remember, but apparently my body did. The tunnel was bigger twenty years ago, though.”

Jacob laughed and gave her shoulders a squeeze. “Memories come back when you’re ready for them,” he told her. “And when they’re needed. Nothing is ever truly lost or forgotten.”

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, October 7, 2018

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

Cara has crawled through a “tunnel” she used to play in as a child, formed by the arching branches of an old mock orange bush until she reached the end of it where it butts up against the stone wall.

 

She brushed away fallen leaves, her fingers searching for the loose stone. It had become caked with dirt and moss, but she managed to work it loose and her eyes filled with tears as she reached into the hole and her fingers found the ceramic box that she had left behind. She pulled it out and shifted to sit cross legged, nestling it in her lap. The latch and hinges were a little rusted, but she managed to convince it to open.

A stab of pain brought tears to her eyes as the first thing she saw was a photograph of her father. There had been none in her home growing up – her mother had either destroyed them all or had not taken any when they had moved away, she didn’t know which – but she remembered this photo and the day it had been taken – her fifth birthday. He had taken her to a friend’s farm and the photo was of her on a pony, her father at her side, helping her find her balance.

Swallowing hard, she propped it up gently against the inside of the box lid and turned her attention to the other contents. 

A few pretty pebbles, a few pieces of quartz. One of them was a Herkimer diamond, wrapped with copper in an infinity symbol and suspended from a chain. The chain was tarnished, but still intact, although somewhat too small for her now. She remembered her father giving it to her, telling her that she would always be able to see clearly and know the truth if she wore it. She hadn’t wanted to leave it behind – hadn’t wanted to leave any of it behind – but even at seven years of age she had known that her mother would not have approved of her treasures and would have destroyed them. Over the years the memory of it had faded, along with the memories of this place and the people in it, but her return was awakening them.

Carefully placing the pendant back inside the box she closed it and replaced the stone in the wall. Clutching the box to her she crawled out of the tunnel, emerging into sunshine.

“Ah, so that’s where you went. Playing in the hedge?”

 

 

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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