My Last Blog

19 October 202022 November 2023 Cassandra Meaker

This blog has been lying in my drafts for a while. I kept waiting to magically grow those mythical lady balls and get this one over with, but it’s hard. This is a really big decision and one that wasn’t made lightly. It’s been a long time coming and I think that has come across. Okay here goes. This is going to be the last blog I’m going to write for my website.

The simple truth is that I no longer feel comfortable sharing details about my life. The first year of this website, I genuinely enjoyed writing about my life and sharing it online. No one forced me to be so personal and at the time it helped me, but now. I don’t quite know how to put all of this in words, but I just know that I don’t want to talk about my life anymore. The good, the bad and even the mundane. I have so many unfinished blogs and a long lists of blog ideas waiting for me, but I don’t know. I just don’t want to be…intimate and personal online anymore. I don’t want to talk about my feelings, my struggles or even just silly little things. I-I just don’t feel comfortable being so open with all of that anymore. I-I…These last few months I’ve learned a very important skill through therapy. In every situation, even those uncontrollable and horrible situations, there is something you can control that will make the situation better and easier for you. I was comfortable with sharing my past – or at least some of it – online, but I can control my present and future. This is me taking that control by finally taking this long overdue step.

Originally, I created this website for two purposes: 1) To build a platform where I can share my stories and 2) To write blogs about whatever I felt compelled to share. And to be honest, it’s time to let go of number 2. I-I don’t want to force this or make any empty promises of oh after some time off I will feel different and suddenly feel compelled or even comfortable sharing that part of me again. I, just, sigh…this is hard. I feel like I’m letting people down, letting myself down or at least the past version of myself that dreamt such big dreams for my blog. But that’s not me anymore and no time off will change that. I-I just would much rather focus on my stories and have my characters share bits and pieces of me instead. And I- there isn’t much else I can say. I just, maybe…I’m sorry. I’m going to go back to number one and put my energy into that. I’m sorry if I’m letting you down and I’m sorry for all those empty promises. I’m going to leave my past online, but my present and future will be found in my characters. They will become my voice.

Thank you so much for all the love and support over the years and I truly hope this won’t be our goodbye, but if it is, I just want to say how much I’ve appreciated to have you along for the journey. Take care and stay safe.

Now, what does this mean for my website? All of my past blogs will remain online as they are now. I intend to share first drafts of my stories and eventually the sample chapters of their eBook version before the launch. The next story I intend to turn into an eBook is Chocolate Chip Cookies and Pink Nails. Now, that I’m able to connect to that part of me after regaining my confidence, it has slowly started to take shape. I will make no promises of any possible release date, but I’ve made it my personal goal to have the eBook version be ready by next year Christmas. In the perfectly ideal world, I will publish a new book every year and half, with it’s first draft at the start of the timeline. So, January and February year x, the first draft comes out and in June and July year y the sample chapters of the eBook comes out before finally the launch of the eBook. This is the ideal world and something I would want to work towards. In this ideal world, I would also have a new short story (final version and around 50-80 maybe a 100 pages) go up every three months.

Before I go, let’s end this one with something mushy…

This isn’t goodbye, it’s simply the end of this chapter. I hope to see you around for chapter two. Thank you so much for all the love and support and I will see you in a click!

A Year Ago Today, I Published My First Book

14 June 202013 October 2021 Cassandra Meaker

Today, one year ago I published my first book. My husband surprised me with a hard copy today and let’s just say I’m incredibly emotional. It’s been a rough and heartbreaking week, and holding and seeing it in my arms reminded me that I need to celebrate my achievements more. It’s been a year and it never quite sunk in through my thick skull what I did and how much it meant to me. I’m a published author. I wrote something that I should celebrate more. I wrote something that I shouldn’t shy away from. I wrote something I’m proud of. I took something I wrote as a teenager who was obsessed with Wattpad werewolves’ books, and turned it into something I’m proud of today.

A lot happened after a published the book. I mentioned it here and there, but well…there was an incident just after the launch of the book. I didn’t handle it correctly and I’ve come a long way since then…but I will be lying if I said it didn’t have a massive impact on me. I couldn’t write for months. I was able to sit down and write for the first time just the other day. This incident, where I had triggered someone, stuck with me and instead of celebrating my hard work, I felt immense guilt. As I’ve grown as an author and tend to enjoy writing a bit more intense content, as in, sensitive subject matter that will trigger people. I realized that it’s probably going to happen again but I’ve done what I could. At some point, it’s the consumer’s responsibility to do research before purchasing a product. I know it might sound rude and it definitely might raise some eyebrows, but other than telling the customer that hey chapter x is intense so if you’re triggered by this and that, then well don’t read it, what more can I do? As a writer, who spend hours of work building up to that moment, it doesn’t sit well with me. I’m not going to smack the biggest spoiler ever before you even read the book. Nope, but saying that, I will make it clear that the book in general contains sensitive subject matter. I found that it was a good middle ground for all parties. The months after I published the book, the incident was all I could focus on. I lost my confidence as a writer and felt terrified to write anything. With the help of my therapist and surprisingly enough one comment from my father in law, I managed to find my voice again. But I still never celebrated the achievement that it was.

This book means the world to me. I wrote it when things were very intense and I was barely coping with life. It was my escape and what started it all for me. It wasn’t my first book ever, but it was the first book that I shared with others. It was the book where strangers became my friends and cheered me on my darkest of days. In a way, this book saved me. I always knew that if I ever took that big step towards following my dream and publishing a book, this book had to be it. And then last year as I was working on the final version you see today; it became my escape once more. As just two months before publishing the final version, my dad had flat-lined on the operating table. The doctors were able to bring him back and for that, I’m incredibly grateful, but the fact remained that I wasn’t handling the news very well. I had realized the horrible reality that even if I left the very second my dad said he didn’t feel so hot, I never would’ve made it on time to say goodbye. It’s something I had no choice but to accept.

Today is the first time that I truly celebrated that I published a book. Today is the first time I realized that it was good enough. I have a long way to go when it comes to my insecurities and doubts, but today I took a step in the right direction. Somehow, this book always manages to save me when I need it the most. It saved me from the abuse, it saved me from the heartbreak of nearly losing my father, and today it saved me from…me. This past week was intense and I’m still mourning for the loss…I don’t mean to be cryptic. A blog is going up tomorrow. I’m just not in the place to talk about it. I can’t quite wrap my head around it. But before my brain slips into that depressing never-ending black hole, I’m going to focus on the simple fact that I’M A PUBLISHED AUTHOR. I worked hard and made my dream come true.

I made a TikTok in the moment and a part of me hates it – I don’t like being on camera – but I look so happy. I’m going to force myself to keep it up. Here is the link to the TikTok as I’m pretty sure the music is copyrighted.

I just want to take this moment to thank my readers. I don’t think I can ever quite express how much your support meant to me, then and now. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Please take care and stay safe.

Much love,

Cassy xxx

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My Grandmother Was An Author Too | My Daddy Cares by Pam Meaker

9 March 202022 November 2023 Cassandra Meaker

Today, I’m sharing something special in the honor of my dearest grandmother. Her very own published book, My Daddy Cares.

My grandmother was a beautiful soul that truly made a difference in all the lives she touched. She was such a positive and vibrant woman, and she will forever be missed. I’m so incredibly grateful that I was blessed to have a woman like her in my life. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of the two of us in her garden, playing our game. I love her dearly. May she rest in peace.

~*~

My Daddy Cares

About the author:

Pammie was born on the 23rd of June 1936 in the city of Sheffield! Having grown up in the war, devastation and surrounding bomb attacks were quite normal to her! She was regularly taking cover in the bomb shelter during the night! I remember her telling me how she would have to queue to get a small piece of lard. And how she ate her first banana at the age of twelve! At the tender age of 15, this beautiful girl and her family bravely relocated to southern Rhodesia where she met the love of her life Rodney Meaker! Pammie had 5 boys and a daughter. She was the matriarch of a loving and close family but she also had an incredible amount of hardship! Her one son died of cancer at a young age of 33, another survived a terrible motorcycle accident! And then all the regular stuff a mom would have to deal with having 5 hooligan (motorcycle mad) sons and a daughter who was as much of a tomboy as they come! Pammie’s house has elastic walls and her pots of food always had place for one more guest around the table! She spent her life helping, counseling and simply being there for folk! As a devout Christian, she honored God in every aspect of her life and touched many, many souls! About 14 years ago Pammie was diagnosed with breast cancer and had a mastectomy. She dealt with the illness bravely and was soon in remission. Two years ago, the cancer came back aggressively and Pammie passed away in January 2020! Her book “My Daddy Cares” is a testament to her life and is but a taste of God’s small mercies in her life. Read it and be blessed!

The purpose of this eBook:

This book was written by Pamela June Meaker, my dearest grandmother. I’m sharing this with you, so her words and message can live on and reach more lives. 90% of the proceeds (10% to cover service fees) will be donated to the Cancer Research UK charity in her name. This donation will be made on the last day of each month. I will come back on here (and on the product description) every month to share the amount we donated together.

~*~

You can purchase her book, My Daddy Cares by clicking here.

Thank you so much for reading and I will see you in a click!

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A Story From My Past. One Decade Later.

1 January 202013 October 2021 Cassandra Meaker

I was so close to sharing this last year, but I wanted to wait until we hit that ten-year mark. Well, technically it’s not even ten years yet but fuck it, let’s start this year with a bang. Sharing this embarrassing little hint to the past was a no brainer for me. What other way to start the year on a good note than to look back on how far you have come. Fuck, that’s the worst sentence ever. Why does it sound so wrong? I promise I’m a good writer. Or at least, I’m a lot better than what you’re about to read. Trust me? Buy my eBook? Okay, let’s try that again. What other way can one start a year on a good note than to look back on how far you have come. Nope. That doesn’t sound right either. What other way can you start a year than to look back on how far you have come? It’s getting worse? Fuck this shit, you know what I mean. It’s healthy to look back and pat yourself on the back every now and again. Like take a fucking moment to celebrate your growth. Roar. This statement is my undoing. Moving on.

I’ve been writing for a very long time now. What started as a hobby quickly turned into a distraction when shit started to hit the fan. Over the years, writing became so much more. It means so much more. It’s my therapy. It’s my escape. It’s my voice. It’s my story. Now, a decade later, I can comfortably call myself a published author. Someone paid to read a story I wrote. This fact still blows my mind. I’m so incredibly grateful to have a platform where I can share my stories.

May this year be full of great adventures, great writing and so much more. But…before that, let’s see where I came from. Without further ado, here is chapter one from my very first story…ever. I wrote this when I was fourteen years old so prepare yourself for a large dosage of painful second-hand cringe.

Prologue

I never believed in happy endings, mostly because I could still remember the time when everything was perfect. A time when I had no problem, nothing to worry about. Oh how that time was wonderful. How naive I was back then.

***

“Keep up!” Drake screamed while looking over his shoulder. I laughed and pushed my legs to run a little faster. I have to catch him. Drake’s red came flapped in the wind as he ran. At eight years old he truly loved Superman and playing make belief. He would always be the hero saving all his victims who was mostly played by me. He never failed to rescue me from the big bad villain. Mom and dad were right behind me, most likely to stop me from scaring people. I knew the way I was screaming and waving for Drake to slow down must have made me look crazy, but I did not mind. I kept on laughing and almost lost my footing when Drake turned around to make a face and ran straight into a tree. I laughed loudly while mom rushed to his side. Once sure that it was only the shock that made the brave boy cry; she turned towards me with a scowl on her face. It was clear she was not happy that I laughed at my brother. Drake got over his pain and bruised pride quickly and jumped out of our mother’s arms and ran towards me. The look on his face made it clear that I was going to pay for laughing for him. I turned around and ran. I could not stop the little cries of laughter as I ran. I looked behind me only to see that Drake was catching up fast. I suddenly felt my world move and I came crashing down onto the hard ground. I turned around to see a big fat tree root sticking out of the ground. Is this revenge for laughing at my dear brother? I could feel the tears roll down my cheeks as the pain ripped through my body. My knees were badly scarped and the blood was pouring down from the open wound filled with dirt and small rocks.

“Sweetheart; are you all right?” I looked up to see mom bending over me with a worried expression on her face. She dropped on her knees next to me and pulled me into a comforting hug. I gave in and cried out while hugging my mother for support. It hurt. She hugged me tight and suddenly my tears just stopped and I could hear myself laughing. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy, but I did not mind. They clearly did not see the joke in all of this. The joke in life.

“The trees mommy, they are mad at me so they tripped me.” I said as if it explained everything. Mom let me go in shock, not quite sure what to do while I jumped up and tackled Drake to the ground. I won!

“I got you!” I said and jumped out of his way before he could react. I ran. Now it is my turn to be caught. I turned around to see all the faces of the people I love chase after me. They were trying to catch me. I smiled.

***

I took him an hour to return to the waiting room. I knew this because my eyes never trailed away from the big while clock hanging on the wall above the reception desk. Drake, now twenty one years old, returned to me with a mask on his face. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to hide his pain from me, but I knew pain to well. I lived with pain for all my years. I will not change now. The glassy look in his eyes told stories. He has been crying the whole night and I could not blame me. Yet, some feelings fell between the cracks of his mask he wore. I could see the anger. I understood his anger. How could something so horrible happen to our family? We have gone through enough horrors, but it must not have been enough. Today started normal but yet it ended in something straight out of our worst nightmares.

I got home in a rush and found the door half open. I paid it no mind. My head was to dizzy for me to care about anything other than relieving myself from the pain. The alcohol was clearly having his toll on my body. The fight this morning left me annoyed and with only one thing to cure the anger in my body, I had no choice. Drugs and alcohol always helped me solve my problems, they never have failed me. I stop straight into the living room, something was different. Usually when I got home at this time of the day I would find my parents watching some stupid series that I had no time for. The living room was deserted with the television off and the couch empty and cold. It was clear no one has watching anything on that couch for some time. The thought of my parents simply not being home crossed my mind, but some annoying feeling in the back of my head made it impossible to believe it. Usually when no one home, my mom would leave on the radio. She said it gives a person a lovely environment when you come home. It never really bothered me. I ignored the feeling, it was most likely the great amount of drugs and alcohol I have in my system. It was simply just playing tricks with me. I walked to the kitchen, my mind set on my desperate search for something to sate the hunger I got from the drugs. Opening the refrigerator I found leftovers from last night and quickly placed it in the microwave to be heated. While waiting for the food to heat up, I went upstairs. As I passed my parents’ bedroom door the annoying feeling came back to me. I knocked on their door and pressed my ear against the cold door. When no sound met my ears, I simply shrugged. They were mostly likely asleep. They were sleeping a lot these days. I guess the age is catching up to them. Deciding that the annoying feeling is just the drugs, I went to my bathroom and cleaned my face. It is always better to be safe than sorry. If they do wake up and see me like this I would never hear the end of it and I am in no way excited for another fight to break out. No matter how angry I made them, they always forgave me. They were under the impression that the little crazy girl that believed that tree can have feelings. I grew up a long time ago and they have yet to accept it.

The beep of the microwave shook me out of my thoughts. I quickly made my way downstairs and after grabbing my food and a glass of juice, I made myself comfortable on the cold couch. I ate happily while smoking a cigarette. After seeing there was nothing on television I simply ate peacefully with my mind as my entertainment. I looked around the room, already bored with myself and my thoughts. My eyes landed on my bag and I sighed. I leaned forward and pulled the bag towards me. Pulling out my Math book I shrugged and started to work out some problems. It took me about ten minutes to finish my homework and once that was done I threw it on the coffee table. Oh how my day has turned out. I was so damn bored that even homework can be seen as some sort of entertainment, but that of course will never last long. Deciding that there was nothing else downstairs for me to do; I went upstairs and knocked on my parents’ bedroom door once again; the annoying feeling never leaving the back of my mind. Should I not be overjoyed with this peace? For once I was left alone without the nagging voice of my mother…and yet, the paranoid feeling that something was wrong never left. I got out my flyleaf shirt and just as I through it on my bed, I noticed a neatly folded letter, with mother’s handwriting. What? Did they go on some honeymoon thing and forgot to tell us? Why write a letter? There is something like cell phone. You know, the thing you never got me for my birthday. I rolled my eyes and ignored the letter, if it was important they would have left a note on the fridge like they always do. I got out some hot clothes and quickly got dress. I’m going out. I need more joints. I can just say that when I read the letter telling me something really stupid I took the time to go out. I sighed and walked out of my bedroom. I stopped once again on my out, at their room. Still no sound. Are they even here? Maybe, I should peak? The paranoia feeling was still with me when I was almost out of the house, I sighed and ran upstairs. I grabbed the letter and walked to the living room. I took another drag and opened the letter.

Dear my loving daughter, Sapphira

I’m afraid I could not hold it longer.

Me and your Father could not live like this for much longer. Me and your Father killed ourselves, I’m sorry there is no easier way to tell you this. I want to make my final wish, I want you to be careful and to take of yourself. Don’t do anything childish. No more Drugs! Your killing yourself. I always knew. Me and your Father.

I wrote this letter, saying goodbye and I just want you to know me and your father love you and your brother truly much and with time you would forgive us. Don’t go in our room, I’m afraid the picture you will see, will haunt you forever. Take this letter to the neighbour and let him handle it. I’m truly sorry for leaving you so soon.

Love,

Mother and Father.

I remember screaming and running out of the house to the neighbour, before he can even ask what’s wrong I fall in his arms and sobbed. My brother told me after I fell into James, our neighbour, I couldn’t stop shaking and crying. I was in a state, but I got the word ‘letter’ out. After James read the letter he rushed off to the phone and called the police and ambulance. There was nothing they could do, it was to late. I don’t remember much about what happened next, just blue light mixed with red. I saw them bringing stretchers out our house, on the stretchers were my parents. They covered them up, but I could see blood staining the white blanked. My brother was talking to the police, finding out what’s going to happen to us, now. When he returned, I knew there was some news, but if it was good or bad, I couldn’t make out. His face was red from all the crying, he got a letter too, telling him their sorry and how much they love us and how sorry they are. The same old thing. I never needed a joint as I did now. I want to forget. Forget I ever found the letter. Couldn’t I have been right when I thought they were on a second honeymoon? Why kill themselves? W don’t have big problems. There is always food on the table.

“Hey.” He slumped next to me on the highly uncomfortable chair. His usual brown hair is all messy, it looked like he ran his fingers through it a number of times, which he only does, when there is trouble, something complicated that was left for him to solve. I tried to give him a fake smile, but tears broke and I could feel his strong arms supporting me. He said nothing, I cried and he just sat there and kissed my forehead, holding me like a baby, caressing me.

After what seemed like hours, my tears dried and I could feel myself drifting to sleep. Drake, my brother, said nothing and played with my hair, till my eyes fell closed and I drifted in a peace sleep, forgetting that my parents killed themselves and that Drake probably under a lot of stress is right now. I forgot everything and dreamed, dreamed that there was some right in this world. Dreamed that everything is disappearing.

Yeah.

You can’t say I didn’t warn you. And yes, it was incredibly traumatic to read through this cringe-fest. I can’t believe I confidently send this to a publisher. Excuse me, I’m just going to go stuff my head into an oven.

And just because I really, REALLY, really want to die from embarrassment. Here is the entire copy. Yes, there is more. And yes, it gets better/worse. My 14-year-old virgin-self wrote sex scenes. Yes. It’s that bad. You’re welcome.

Hunted Book One of the Pain Series (Unedited)

Before I go and hide for a few days, I just want to take a moment to thank everyone who has supported me on this journey. I appreciate it.

Thank you so much for reading and I will see you in a click!

PS Here are some fun details that I definitely almost forgot to add to this blog so I’m throwing it in at the end.

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Today My Dream Comes True | My Alpha Mate Got Me Pregnant And He Loves It, The eBook Is Now LIVE!!!

14 June 201922 November 2023 Cassandra Meaker

I fell in love with the world of books when I was twelve or thirteen years old. I remember we had to take out a book from the school library and The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot caught my eye. I went home that day and finished the book in one sitting. A few days later, my mom got me a library card, and I took out all of the books I could in the series. Pretty soon, I constantly found myself with my nose buried inside the pages of a book. I loved it. I could escape my reality and get lost in all of these exciting worlds. It was an easy transition into writing my own stories, creating my own worlds. I will never forget that first story I wrote. Back then, I didn’t know how to write dialogue or what makes a story so unique and special. I basically wrote my own version of The Princess Diaries. I continued to write. I took heavy inspiration from books, movies, and series, but it got the juices going. I soon found myself lost in the excitement of creating my own world. I continued to write my own stories until eventually, I stumbled on the website called Wattpad. It wasn’t long after I started reading story after story on the platform that I shared my first story on there. Prior to this, only a small handful of people have read my stories. If I remember correctly, the title went along the lines of My werewolf teacher is my mate…who cares? I must’ve been 15 years old. It got some traction, and for the first time, complete strangers were complimenting me on my work. They liked a story that just popped into my head. Not long after I finished that first story, I started writing My Alpha Mate Got Me Pregnant And He Loves It. I truly can’t explain how much this story has helped me. I felt so loved and appreciated to get hundreds of comments from complete strangers. They told me I was worth something. They believed in me, and eventually, I started to believe in myself too.

When I created my website nearly two years ago, I had every intention to eventually showcasing my work and hopefully ease myself into the new realm of eBooks. In my head, I’m not an author until someone has paid to read what I’ve written. When it came time to start work on whatever book I wish to turn into my first eBook, I thought about this book. You see, I wanted this old werewolf story to be the first book I ever publish. I wanted this book to be the book that makes me a published author. I wanted this book to start off my career. Yes, I will admit. It’s a bit cringy but fuck, I’m proud of this book. It’s the book that made me want to be a writer. This book started everything, so it’s only right that it’s the book that kicks off my career as a professional author.

I just want to take this moment to thank each and every person who has been with me for this crazy ride. I wouldn’t be here pursuing my passion without your love, support, and encouragement. You believed in me before anyone else did. Thank you so much. This is for you. I hope I do you all justice.

Stay awesome,

Cassy xxx

With great pleasure, I present you with My Alpha Mate Got Me Pregnant And He Loves It, the eBook now available only on my website: www.fitcouchpotato.com

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Technical stuff

Summary:

Angela is sarcastic, a bit of a drama queen but hopelessly confused and lost in life. After a traumatic start in life, Angela needs everything to stay in her control, but as we all know, life never goes the way we plan. Damon, the soon to be Alpha, has been her closest friend since childhood. She was blissfully content with their relationship staying the way it was, but fate had other plans. Life can’t be all rainbows, and pregnancy hormones so strap up and enjoy the ride.

Payment details:

For the first week, you will get the completed fully edited and revised eBook version just under 300 pages and the old version just as I wrote it in 2012 for only 4.99 (euros and excluding taxes). Normal price is 5.49 (euros and excluding taxes). The only payment option is PayPal. Please note that if you go to check out and pay for the eBook, PayPal will automatically convert the euros into your currency. If you want to see how much the eBook will cost in your currency, please refer to Google. To save some of you trouble: If you buy the eBook in the discount week, it will be 5.62 dollars or 4.42 pounds (excluding taxes). The normal price of the eBook is 6.18 dollars and 4.86 pounds (excluding taxes).

As I mentioned before, the only payment option is PayPal. If you don’t have a PayPal account, please refer to this page. It’s relatively easy to create an account. PayPal will send 10 cents to your bank account that you then have to send back to your PayPal account to connect the two accounts.

Book two, the sequel:

If I sell a 1000 (one thousand) copies, I will write the sequel. I already have quite a bit planned and I can’t tell you how tempted I am to start working on it.

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Content warning:

WARNING: The target audience of this book is older teens and young adults. This book contains strong language, extreme violence, and sex scenes. This book contains sensitive subject matter. Please note that this is a werewolf story that I technically wrote when I was sixteen years old. It’s important to realize that there is a small possibility that some spelling and grammar mistakes will slip through the cracks in the editing process as I’m editing this myself*. After reading through the book multiple times, I might read over small mistakes. With that being said, I intend to give this eBook another once over every few months to address any spelling mistakes that readers or I have picked up on. Thank you and enjoy!

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I’m Publishing An eBook!!! Coming Soon…

31 May 201928 April 2020 Cassandra Meaker

I can’t believe this moment is finally here. I’ve been working on this eBook for what feels like my entire life now, and I’m so excited to finally share the news with you!

I can’t even begin to tell you how special this book is to me. I wrote this book when I was sixteen years old when things were really bad. It was my lifeline and my escape from reality. I wanted it to be my stepping stone for my future as an author. I’ve been working tirelessly to turn something I wrote in 2012 into something I can comfortably sell on here, and it’s finally almost ready. I’m still in the editing phase, but I promise you, this book will be up on the 14th of June. That’s right! In two weeks, I will be launching my first ever eBook. I physically can’t wait. Save the date! Mark your calendars! Get excited!

14 JUNE

I’m stupidly excited for you guys to see this book. Now let’s get to the final technical stuff! This eBook will be 5,49 (euros and excluding taxes). You will get the final version of this book (just under 300 pages) AND the old version (just as I wrote it in 2012) all in one. Basically, you can buy a Starbucks coffee or my eBook. BUT as I originally promised this eBook in March (on Wattpad) and there was a delay, I thought it would be nice to have a little discount week to help with the blow. The first week after the launch, the eBook will be 4,99 (euros and excluding taxes).

I will be posting the first five chapters as a little sample of the story in the next two weeks.

3 June – Chapter 1
5 June – Chapter 2
7 June – Chapter 3
10 June – Chapter 4
12 June – Chapter 5

It would be irresponsible of me not to add this warning. WARNING: The target audience of this book is older teens and young adults. This book contains strong language, extreme violence, and sex scenes. This book contains sensitive subject matter. Please note that this is a werewolf story that I technically wrote when I was sixteen years old. It’s important to realize that there is a small possibility that some spelling and grammar mistakes will slip through the cracks in the editing phase as I’m editing this myself. After reading through the book multiple times, I might read over them. With that being said, I’m going to pull endless nights in these next two weeks to ensure what I put out in two weeks is the best possible book I can create with my skills today.

Before I leave, let me share some more on why I’m making this werewolf story my first ever eBook. It’s my dream to become a published author, to turn my passion and art into a career. I’ve been slowly building up to selling eBooks on my website these last two years, and I wanted the first book I ever sell to be this one. This book has such a special place in my heart, heck it’s what got me started. I wanted to start my career by honoring my roots.

Thank you so much for all the love and support. I hope you will continue to support me as I venture into the new world of eBooks.

Much Love

Cassy xxx

The cover and promotional banner were made by a special OG reader. She has a Cover Webshop on Wattpad. Her Wattpad profile is StayWithSpeedy

PS There won’t be any blogs in the next two weeks. I want to focus on the book alone. I realized this week that it’s impossible for me to finish the last bit that needs to be done on the book, balance all the bad that’s going on with my dad and my regular blog schedule. Luckily, the sample chapters of my book will be going up so that should keep you guys busy! Jokes aside, thank you for your patience.