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

It took a bit of coaxing to lure Ethpeal and Ivan out of their bedroom where they hissed an argument back and forth at each other. When they did emerge to join us, Miriam sat perched uncomfortably on the couch. Frank chose to lounge back with his foot on his knee, Sunny beside him. From the expressions on Ethpeal's and Ivan's faces, I wasn't sure who won their bedroom fight or even whose side they were on.


Ethpeal had calmed somewhat, the rigid fury she'd emanated chilled to a temperate anger as she stood in the middle of the living room and faced her son.


"Frank," she said, voice level and steady. "It's wonderful to see you."


I was sure Frank was about to crumble, his cocky façade fracturing as his mother held her arms out to him. But the moment she did, Ivan stepped between them, Frank half standing, one hand extended to his mother, the beginning of a real smile on his face.


Chapter 44: Traitor In Our Midst