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 wasn't prepared for an attack, not believing he'd really go that far. But thanks to the shield I had up already, the power he threw at me merely exploded against the wards.


I have no idea what the outcome of our little battle would have been, though with the power of the Hayle witches behind me, I'm fairly confident I could have kicked his behind all the way back to his despicable family. But neither of us had the opportunity to find out.


Not with Miriam running toward us, calling my name. My name, not her father's, a fact registering on his face as a flicker of rage. Miriam stopped at my side, magic pulsing in panic, as she scooped me up and hugged me to her, turning her body sideways to protect me from her father, who she gazed up at with so much hurt even Ivan relented.


"Father," she said, so near to tears her voice shook, "what are you doing?"


Chapter 43: Choices