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

No time, none at all, to mourn her sister as she should have been mourned. Ethpeal was well past twenty-one, and had to wed immediately. I knew it sat in her mind as she ordered Belvah's pyre built even as Ivan and a handful of Enforcers appeared, all concerned for her.


"We felt your power leave," he said, taking her shoulders in his hands. "Now I know why."


Ethpeal nodded. "Belvah is dead," she said, without emotion, "and I had no choice."


"I know," he said. "Poor Ethie, when did you ever?"


She drew a breath, paused. "Never," she said. "But you do."


His frown of concern faded, one eyebrow shooting up. "I do?"


"Will you marry me, Ivan Dumont?" I wanted to go to her and hug her, offer my love and support, but she was doing her duty, showing her coven, now gathered to witness in the front yard, filling the space with their anticipation and worry as they waited for his answer.


Chapter 38: Weakness