Cathy Cassidy Author Novels & Stories

Cassie POV If someone ever tells you that you can’t organise a wedding in twenty-four hours, tell them that they’re wrong. By the time the sun rose the next morning, I was relaxing in my apartment with Elle and Laryssa, sipping mocktails and gushing about the gorgeous dress Laryssa had managed to get for me for an absolute steal.

Sending polished, efficient responses in a voice so calm no one reading them could possibly know that somewhere beneath my silk blouse, my skin felt too thin and my nervous system had become one long drawn wire. Secretary armor. Useful. Necessary. My desk had been cleared, sanitized, reset. New keyboard. New mouse. Fresh notepad. No lilies. No card. And still, every time I glanced down at the polished surface, I saw them. White petals. Elegant handwriting. My name. **Cassidy.** The word had changed shape in my head. It wasn’t just my name now. It was a target painted in ink. Dante stepped out of his office around noon with his jacket off and his tie loosened just enough to tell me he’d been

Layden poured the wine, filling Cassidy’s glass first before mine, and I told myself I was imagining things. "So, Janice," Cassidy said, lazily twirling her fork between her fingers. "I hear you’re a writer?" I took a slow sip of wine, masking the way my throat tightened. "Used to be." Cassidy hummed, tilting her head. "Oh? What happened?" Layden chuckled before I could answer, swirling his drink. "She got married," he said, smirking at me over the rim of his glass.

Book two for Theirs is now published on this site under the named US, soon the books will be joined and made into one novel but for now, they are separate books. I just want to thank you guys for the continuous support and I hope you enjoy the book. . . SNEAK PEAK Cassidy's POV "Starr," I called out softly, my body pressed against her office wall as she continued to leave wet kisses along my neck. "Sshh," she silenced as she began undoing my jeans.

"Perfect! See if you can secure another shift. Maybe you can schmooze your way back in the house and replace the cam." Cassie left the guys and walked to the Pretty Kitty. It gave her a few minutes to mull over the events of the past couple of days and her complete failure as a private investigator. How could she forget to replace the batteries? It's just commonsense, which apparently, she lacked. Her incompetence couldn't be argued, but at least she was trying. Stalkers and stupidity be damned, she'd solve the case. Thoughts of Randy swirled throughout her mind. More specifically, how to keep him from going to prison.

They didn't go shopping for a swimsuit, but they did go back to Cassie's apartment and grabbed her books, clothes, and swimsuits, yep she snatched her one piece and a pair of sexy bikinis for daytime wear, perfect for study break she thought earlier. Cassidy grinned at Rowan and typed her assignment faster, she was almost done, just a couple of summaries left then she could take a break before continuing to another subject. She didn't think she'd complete the work this fast, yet she amazes herself when she did. This was the first time Cassidy had been pumped in doing her work, and somehow when she squinted and worked her brain harder she made it, she understood and easily finishes her work b

Cathy asked, staring at the note on her hand and then Cassie. "Come on Cathy? do you believe they’re only just best friends I dated Cameron for a while and we have no issues but the very first day, this bitch appears, everything go wrong, he break up with me because of her, so I could boldly tell you, Padgett has feelings for him which is why she did this to you? Writing awful thing about you." Cassie said smiling

She said, “Or what?” Cassie asked daringly. “Or I’ll tip the authority that you’re doing drugs and you know how that is going to end,” Cathy threatened. “You wouldn’t dare do that to your sister,” “Try me,” Cathy uttered. “You’re such a bitch,” Cassie muttered. “Coming from a druggie,” Cathy said, Cassie kept quiet for a while before talking again.”I heard he’s getting married to a girl which isn’t you, that should be enough to set your head straight,” Cassie said, almost bursting out with laughter.

Eventually, Dominic dismissed me with the casual wave of someone who'd forgotten I technically outranked most of his staff. I didn't take offense. I'd never wanted the crown. Beta suited me fine, close enough to power to wield it, removed enough to avoid its harshest scrutiny. The hallway outside was still empty. I checked my watch: 11:47 PM. Late enough that most pack members would be home or at the barracks. Early enough that dedicated insomniacs might still be prowling. Cassidy would be in her office. She always was, these days. I found her exactly where I expected, hunched over her desk, surrounded by case files and crime scene photos that formed a gruesome collage across every available

“He’s the anti-hero, although he’d hate to be categorized as anything of the sort.” She forked up some of her salad and ate, suddenly hungry. The turmoil and insecurity that had been plaguing her all morning was gone and she felt… happy. This was her break-out book and she couldn’t wait to get back and work on it. Lisa didn’t go straight home after meeting with Juliet. Instead, she called Cassie and asked if she’d like to come shopping with her. They met at a nearby mall and started with coffee while they waited for Becky to arrive.