Haunted

Hollow City Coven Book 4

Haunted An undead city. An ill-fated love. A nightmare relived.

Wiccan researcher Gillian Granger can hardly believe she’s reached her life’s goal, but the accomplishment is tempered. The ancient city of Tenebris holds as many terrors as it does wonders. As she and Shayne wander its ghostly streets, Gillian must finally admit she’s been there before.

But as the bond between her and Shayne grows ever deeper, they find that the city’s claim on him is just as strong. Though Gillian had once dreamed of finding the Hollow City, now she’ll do anything to escape.

What Readers Are Saying

The detail of the magical city is incredible. You can almost close your eyes and paint a pretty good picture of what it would look like and that is pretty amazing…albeit creepy cuz this is not a city I would ever want to be stuck in…umm yeah…no.
Reviewer, Amazon

This series keeps getting better and better. It keeps you on the edge of your seat with all the suspense, twists and turns, and romance.
Reviewer, Amazon

I am not even sure where to go with this review. I absolutely love this author.
Tamster, Amazon

This series is amazing. Everything is finally coming together. In this book there are so many points that grab you and pull you in to the story. I could not stop reading.
Reviewer, Amazon

Hazel's writing always leaves me intrigued and longing for the next installment. I like her mix of suspense and romance in this series.
Diane, Amazon

It was the evening of the Firefly Festival in Tenebris. The great city had always been known for its gorgeous green fireflies, but on the eighth day of the twelfth month, the city was filled with fireflies from all over the world. Gold, green and red specimens clustered in elegant glass containers, while the beautiful women of the town went about in dresses of gold and green to mimic the fireflies’ glow.

Galia looked out over the city from her balcony. She was dressed in her priestess’s white and gold, but Rhea had also given her an amazing crown of sparks to wear. They were viridescent and lovely, but Rhea had said they would only last the night.

“Still, that’s enough time, isn’t it?” her friend had said with a sigh. “You look beautiful, Galia.”

Galia had smiled then, but now she wondered. What did Rhea know? Galia felt different somehow, changed. Soon, everything would be settled––one way or another. All she had to do was wait until midnight. The only thing she had to do was remain calm until then. She decided to peak at the city.

Though she’d only wanted to spy the festivities and gaiety, word spread that the young Oracle was at her window. By the time she looked down again, a small crowd had gathered. When they saw her look, they began chanting her name. It wasn’t her real name, of course, just the title she’d taken.

Galia took a deep breath. She had to do her best not to curse them. They didn’t deserve that. If anything, they deserved a better Oracle. Perhaps after tonight, they would have one.

Aware that her firefly crown made her an easy target, she back away from the window. For a few minutes she paced. Then she tried to read. But she couldn’t stop thinking about the packed satchel hidden at the back of her closet. Her mind buzzed like a hive of bees. She was almost ready to make her way to the temple early when the timbre of the cries outside changed. Before they had been light and merry, wonderfully celebratory and sweet. Now there was an ugly edge to them.

Though she knew she shouldn’t, Galia raced back to the balcony. She tried to hide at the far edge, but it was pointless.

“She is at the window, let her see!”

“Let her see what we are doing for her!”

“Let the blood be shed!”

They pushed a man to the front. Someone grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it back. His face was bloodied, his eyes wild. But she knew him and, in that moment, she knew her life was over.