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

How can I easily describe the perfection that was Sydlynn? Demon power ideally matched to her witchcraft, all six elements equally balanced inside her, the latest Hayle daughter took my breath away. I fell harder for her than any other, thanks to our shared heritage, and every night as I curled up in Syd's crib, my power forming a barrier around her to protect her from all comers, I begged Thaddea to forgive me for loving someone more than her.


"I'd like to hold my daughter now," Miriam giggled as I grudgingly let my wards fall so she could nurse the baby. But I hovered, vibrating with anxious energy, close at hand in case either of them needed me.


Ethpeal finally shooed me off, as gently as she could, but with a firm dose of power to boost her order. "Mother and daughter need some time too, cat," she said with laughter in her voice.


Chapter 50: Purity