Sunday, February 10, 2013

SASS EXPOSES HER FIRST TWO CHAPTERS!



AMAZON secrets cover (2)
New Adult, Paranormal, Fantasy Adventure
Living a sequestered life in Albion Falls, Sophia’s trusted friend, a fairy named Rosalba, provides a welcome source of comfort and support.

It is a lie. Rosalba is not what she appears to be.

Rosalba’s sinister intention to devour Sophia’s soul becomes the focus of her parents. Her family and the local villagers try to protect this young woman.

Unknown to Sophia destiny calls for her to become the Princess of the skin-walkers. A way of life shared secretly by all who surround her.

The announcement of Sophia’s plans to leave Albion Falls brings the crisis to a head, as Sophia must fight for her life against the evil witch who deceived all for many years.


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CHAPTER ONE: WHY

Why would anyone in twenty-twelve want to write a memoir they could never publish? It would seem almost vain in comparison to Facebook, Twitter or any popular social network, also known as online diaries.

However, my life is not like most. If I’d known . . . I know, right? How many of us go through life wondering about those “what ifs,” or what would have happened if we had said or thought of a snappier comeback?

Regrets? Sure, we all have them. Some are made from honest mistakes, and others, such as the “what ifs”—there is no avoiding them. Such is life, my life.

Mom used to say, “Sophia, you can’t change the past, so stop looking back.”

I have often wondered who she was trying to kid?

I mean, even when I try not to think about the past, it still haunts me.

All I have to do is close my eyes and fall asleep. In little to no time, it is back. Of course, it is under a different name. Some people call them nightmares, and others call them bad dreams, but me, I call them reality.

Therefore, instead of writing a memoir filled with dates and quick points of boring ‘Dear Diary’ crap, I decided to share the whole story with you from the very beginning. It is something I wish my mother had done for me.

This story will explain be the reason for my death, well, if I die that is. There is a slim chance I will finish telling you this story before I—well, only one in three of our kind survive giving birth.

Maybe an online diary would have been a better way to share my story, but if I have learned anything in my little time on earth, it is that secrets are secrets for a reason.

So little ones, if you are reading, this and I am no longer around to read it to you, I want you to know that my nightmare was also my dream come true.


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CHAPTER TWO
New Adult, Skin-walkers, shifters, action










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CHAPTER TWO:  RAYMOND

“Hurry up, or we’ll be late,” my brother, Raymond, turned and demanded.

“I told you she’d hold us back,” Liam snapped, “and there’s no way in hell I’m gunna get grounded because of her.”

Liam is my brother’s best friend. Wherever Liam goes, my brother follows and drags me with them. Liam never liked me. I was nine, and he constantly reminded me that I was holding them back or in the way.

“Screw this. I’m outta here.” Liam glared at me, and through clenched teeth he growled, “We don’t get paid to babysit. She’s not worth getting in shit.”

With that, he turned and bolted out of sight.

I tried to speed up, but I could not. Raymond is three years older, and back then, he was nearly a foot taller. Raymond gave me a sympathetic smile. I knew what was coming next. My brother would try to cheer me up. He always tried to lighten the blow from Liam’s insults.

“Come on squirt, you don’t want Roger to use the belt again, do you?”

“No,” I admitted.

Roger was our stepfather. We didn’t have to call him dad, but mom constantly suggested we consider it. When she was not home, Roger punished us, but when she was home, he told her to deal with “her kids”. He thought his kids were perfect. They didn’t live with us. We saw them every other weekend, and they were afraid to move when he was around. Thoughts of my last, well, my only spanking began to run through my mind.

It was our first summer as a family. I played with my Barbies in the warm sunshine, out of the way and happy in my own little world. Whenever Raymond and Liam laughed, I looked up to see what was happening. They tossed a baseball back and forth while telling jokes. I did not get the jokes, but they enjoyed them.

As I was heading into the house to use the washroom, Liam shouted, “Catch!”

He whipped a baseball at my head. I ducked, just in time, and it broke the living room window.

Within seconds, the front door flew open. My stepfather stormed out and yelled at boys. Liam blamed me. Before I could defend myself, Roger grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me into the house. He slammed me across his lap with my pants down to my knees and gave me the spanking of my life. It was the third or fourth hit when I loss control of my bladder. I know it upset him because the next two strikes were louder and stung much worse than the previous hits.

Raymond ran into the living room shouting all sorts of swear words. I heard a smacking sound without feeling the belt, and a baseball fell to the ground, rolling on the floor below my face. Roger abruptly stood, dropping me to the ground, and began freaking out. He kept asking if my brother thought he was man enough to take him on.

I stood there in complete shock with my pants around my knees and watched in horror as Roger’s face contorted. Wrinkles began to form in the oddest of places. His face appeared to shorten while his cheekbones protruded around his nose. It looked as if his eyebrows were growing before my eyes.

My attention bounced from Roger to Raymond.

Terrified, I could not say a word.

Mom’s car pulled into our driveway. I felt my pants fall to my ankles, which I instinctively reached down and pulled up.

When I stood, Roger was completely calm. His face was back to normal, and you could not tell that he had been yelling. While putting his belt back on he ordered me to my room and warned Raymond that he would deal with him later.

Since then, my brother refuses to be at home when mom is out.

© 2011 - 2013

5 comments:

  1. Oh my god, this is by far, one of your best stories yet!!!

    When I finished the last chapter, I literally shouted, “NNOOOOOO!” While scrolling further down…praying there were sample chapters of book 2.

    I love, love, love your writing, you tell the most amazing stories and every single time I read a Sass Cadeaux book, I get lost in the worlds you created. They are so realistic… they make me wish they were real! I have even dreamt about Drew, Ridge, and Stanford … poor Stanford! I cried my eyes out for days and my boyfriend kept telling me to calm down, it’s only a story.

    When I told him how Stanford was based off your brother who died. He bought our plane tickets and passes for FanExpo. He's a bit of a geek, but I'm a HUGE Sasss Cadeaux fan! It was the perfect trip...or so we thought. :(

    I can’t tell you how excited I was! I told everyone at work how I was going to have you sign my three books! But sadly, I couldn’t find your table. :(

    Speaking of FanExpo, will you be there this year? Last year, after your speaking event, we waited in line to talk with you, but you were surrounded by so many people, and security told us that we had to leave because they were locking up. The next two days we searched for you, but we couldn’t find you ANYWHERE.

    On Saturday night, when we returned to our hotel, I saw your Facebook status telling us that you were overbooked and would be in London Ontario. I have no idea where that was, but when we googled it we found out it was far from Toronto. :(

    Will you be at FanExpo this year? Will you have a table, and are you willing to autograph our Secrets samples that were handed out at the doors, and will you do photo ops as well? We would love to fly out again and see you!

    I give all your stories the highest rating, and although I am not a fan of self-published books, your books are different! You, Sass, you are my favorite author, and I can’t wait to finally meet you in person! I liked seeing you at FanExpo, but I would love to give you a hug and say thank you in person. Your stories are the best!
    Love you and your writing!
    Sarah :D

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    1. Hi Sarah,

      Thank you for visiting and for all your support, it is deeply appreciated.

      I am so sorry that we were unable to meet in person last year. I tried my best to talk with everyone who stopped in, and I do recall security advising us that we had to leave.

      I am hoping to have What’s Hidden Within - Volume 2 completed by the summer.

      Fan Expo Canada is a few months away, I will try again this year. :)

      On a good note, we are in the process of finding ways to produce the books at a more reasonable price.

      If ever we are near, I would be happy to sign your Secrets sample and any other books you have. :)

      Hugs, autographs, photos and smiles are always welcome!

      I will update my blogs and website of all upcoming public events.

      Sarah, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you! Sending love and wishing you the brightest blessings,
      Sass :)

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  2. What a wonderful comment from Sarah. I can completely understand her enthusiasm because your story-telling IS that good. I hope you and Sarah are able to meet this year. Great blog, Sass, and congratulations on having such wonderful followers.

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  3. Thank you, Dean.

    I do hope to meet Sarah in person, whether it be at Fan Expo or another event. We are looking at booking a signing at Just The Essentials again here in Hamilton, Ontario, as well as a few other places in Canada and the U.S.A.

    I enjoyed Reno, although six days was not long enough. Sarah and I are now communicating via email, and I do plan on sharing a special surprise with all my readers by the end of next week.

    2013 will be an exciting year!

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  4. Nice blog! I found your great blog through the WLC Blog Follows on the World Literary Cafe. Great to connect!
    - Jan Moran at JanMoran dot com

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