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

Living at Harvard was a huge relief for me. Not that I didn't love the coven and my family, but there was an amazing sense of freedom that came with college life, a lifting of worries, at least from my shoulders, and I happily settled into Miriam's dorm room with her best friend, Erica Plower.


Miriam and Erica's multitude of friends made me feel welcome too, inviting me to parties and outings, and I often waxed nostalgic over the ways of young adult witches and their need for fun. My darling Thad would have fit in fabulously, I was sure of it.


And, naturally, where all the girls wanted to be her, all of the young men wanted Miriam for their very own. I can't say how many of them approached me in that first month, befriending me, though I kept them at paw's length, begging for me to intervene on their behalf.


Chapter 46: Spy