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

The urge to contact the High Council and turn Mahalia in was incredibly tempting. I had enough personal proof now, it would be simple to convince the Enforcers to have her arrested and charged, certain too they would jump at the chance.


But I finally discarded the idea, for purely selfish reasons. Lilibeth may have severed my tie to the coven, but my link to Winnifreth remained strong. And if I was going to ensure she became the next leader, I would be better off taking matters into my own paws and not involving outsiders.


This was my family and I refused to give up on them.


Delightful, the bandages Mahalia wore on her hands, the unhappy blisters on her cheeks for the next few days as I watched the house. Her magic was, naturally, able to heal her at a faster rate than normal, but my demon fire must have been much more than she could handle, for the healing to take so long.


Chapter 27: Betray Or Betrayed