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

More mourning, another funeral pyre, this one tiny and pathetic. Winnifreth was not in attendance at my insistence, despite Mahalia's attempt to convince her mother otherwise, some kind of closure nonsense I knew had more to do with amusing the evil woman than helping Winnie.


Anyone could tell just from speaking to the poor girl her mind shattered completely with the loss of Lavender. Ernest's death began the decline and her baby daughter's death finished the job. I started out with good intentions, visiting her every day in her home where Lilibeth had her moved after Lavender's funeral so she would at least have familiar surroundings. But it was just too difficult when she touched her stomach and asked where her baby was. Too painful to repeat the same lie, how Ernest had her, they were out together, didn't she remember?


Chapter 29: Power Hungry