I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

The Challenge

“Jagger Santos,” Coradine said, voice singsong and trying to be endearing while I gagged a little over her cutsie attempt to be coy. So gross. “This is the one I was telling you about.”

He didn’t look at her, his hunger for the fight apparent. “Ethie Hayle,” he said, deep voice full of daggers. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

I could have said no. Just turned on my heel and left, walked away, got the hell out of there. Should have. It was one thing to fight my own coven for “fun” occasionally. A way to let off steam, to expend some of my pent up anger in a reasonably safe way that ensured if they didn’t like me, they at least stayed out of my way. But a witch from another territory? The Santos coven wasn’t exactly on GreatGram’s favorite list, either.

This could only end badly.

Ethie Hayle has spent her whole life sheltered by the coven, her powerful family and the fear that an unknown enemy could, at any moment, leap out of the veil and hurt her. Talk about smothering when all she wants is to have the freedoms her oh-so-special brother, Gabriel, seems to take for granted. But when a strange woman appears and offers her a gift, Ethie discovers the concerns her mother and great-grandmother have harbored aren’t all that ridiculous after all and that there are powers in the Universe she can’t imagine…

Hayle Coven Inheritance

Not that the sorcery-and yes, it was exactly that-trying to siphon off my power got very far. Because two things occurred to me the instant my dark magic was attacked.


One, that the Black Souls had to be desperate if they thought they could take me this way. And, two, that I'd uncovered an agent of that particular organization and her name was Laurel Daid.


I lashed out with all the strength I had, the net the other sorcerers created altered from the original trap they'd used before. Modified to keep me from escaping this time, to prevent me from defeating them by relaxing into the web that only drew tighter as I battled against it. They'd failed to realize, however, my sorcery sipped at a form of power they hadn't expected, and not so long ago. Power that I used to burn through the edges of the trap while my black sorcery pounced.


Chapter 79: Desperate Betrayal