Cassie has loved stories since she was little. Her love of writing started even before she could write words. She was one to be found, reading late into the night (wait, she still does that!), on the school bus or before she did her homework. In middle school she determined that she liked creating her own stories as much as she liked reading them; so she decided she wanted to be an author and keeps working on making that dream come true with every story idea that bounds into her head.

 

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Lady A is in terrible danger, an annoying side effect of her brother’s latest scheme. Forced to run for her life from a madman she must return to the one place she vowed never to go again or die. After a failed attempt on her life leaves her without a name and her memories. Lady A must fight to regain them in order to help the handsome prince defeat the madman, who is threatening their kingdom. But will she remember in time? Or will she lose everyone and everything she loves? Excerpt: He slowly raised his eyes to mine; the look I saw there caused a shiver to run down my arms, prickling my skin. I pulled my arms tight to my chest, attempting to stop the cold feeling from spreading. “You have to get out of here, now!” he gasped. “Dan, what happened?” He shook his head and looked at the floor. “Tell me!” “There is no time, they are coming for you.”
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You can’t remember anything?” she asked eyes wide. “Nothing at all?”

“No,” I said as Madge the Healer began to lay dried leaves on my wound. She was murmuring under her breath as she did so. No one else was looking at her strangely so I decided this must be normal.

“Not even your name?” Iree asked a moment later with a mischievous look growing on her face.

“I’m afraid not. Everyone keeps calling me Lady A though.”

Iree burst out laughing and nearly rolled off the bed onto the floor. The Queen’s lips even twitched a bit.

“What is it?” I asked looking from one person to the other. “Did I miss something?”
      
“Yes,” said Iree. “The best joke ever,” she said, laughing hard once again. “Poor James.”
 
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