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The Chronicles of Cassidy

ID Johnson creates characters you'll want to have as your best friends with antagonists you'll love to hate. Her love for all things princess-y compelled her to write her first medieval romance at fifteen, and she hasn't stopped writing since. Now, her plots are a little more complex, her topics a little more mature, and her romances often more intense, but she's never lost the love she felt the first moment she breathed life into a character over twenty years ago. If you love feisty paranormal heroines, damsels who cause distress, or historical ladies who know how to light up a room, then pull up a seat, get out your eReader, and meet ID Johnson's friends. Soon enough, they'll be your friends, too. Check out her author website at www.authoridjohnson.com. he world isn't the place you think it is. It's dark, it's secretive, and it's dangerous. When my sister returned from a party one night, I knew something was different--something was wrong. I was determined to find out what was wrong, before it was too late. My life as a small town high school student would soon be transformed as I discovered an entirely different world, one where Vampires, Guardians, and Hunters war over humanity. My name is Cassidy Findley, and I’m pretty sure my sister is a vampire, despite her “co-worker” making every effort to brainwash me into believing otherwise. I can only hope that I’m not too late and that I can trust my own memories. Because I’m pretty sure my sister’s friends are coming for me next. The Chronicles of Cassidy is a retelling of The Clandestine Saga specifically for young adult/teen readers told from the perspective of high schooler Cassidy Findley.

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Chapter 508

It didn't take me long to find Honey. She was in a club in one of the shadier parts of Budapest, looking for her next snack. Surrounded by a bunch of duds with drinks, Honey was purring over all of them. I didn't want to stay in her head because I was afraid she'd detect me and get skittish, so I immediately jumped to the guy she was currently talking to.

His name was Daven, and he was nervous, not because he was talking to a Vampire but because his family didn't know where he was. They thought he was at a friend's house, playing cards, not out at a club. Certainly not talking to the beautiful female in front of him. His anxiety didn't get him moving out the door, not even when I shouted into his mind that he should go.