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.

PLEASE NOTE: SASSAFRAS contains spoilers for the HAYLE COVEN NOVELS. Do not read before #7, FLESH AND BLOOD.


Banished

Power engulfed me, a strong hand stroking my fur as Ahbi's mind met mine. I wish you well, Sassafras, she sent. Do come to visit someday.

No time to respond, not while her magic lifted me, sent me forward, toward the gap in the veil, through it—

My new body fell, landed hard on cold, wet gravel, the light from the veil shining one more moment. It snapped shut behind me, leaving me alone in the cold dark.

When the demon boy Sassafras breaks Demonicon’s oldest law and strips the power of another, he is sentenced to death. Only his influential father’s pleading commutes Sass’s sentence to banishment. Forced into the body of a silver Persian, his power taken from him, he is dumped in the dark streets of Victorian London and left to die. Rescued by a young witch and integrated into her family, Sassafras finds purpose at last, guiding and loving the Hayle family, sharing his heart with the remarkable coven he claims as his own.

Hayle Coven Universe: Sassafras

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when Lilibeth, shortly after the loss of her mother, announced Mahalia not only as her heir but her second, just as her own mother had done to her, at the tender age of fourteen. But Mahalia was nothing like Lilibeth and eagerly seized the power her mother gave her.


Though my heart still ached for my darlings, Thad and Burdie held close to me every moment of every day, I knew the time for hiding in grief was over. A deep and disturbing suspicion wouldn't let me go, centered on Mahalia. Now that I was aware again, it was clear to me she'd not only ignored the promise she'd made me about stopping her dabbling in blood magic, she'd increased her understanding. How was I the only one who sensed it from her? Perhaps my demon magic was more sensitive, because I daresay she did mask it well.


Chapter 25: Suspicions