Cassy In Her Own World

Book: In Her Closet Author: Tasha L. Harrison Amazon:  In Her Closet -- $3.99 Yves Santiago is a sex goddess. She spends every night on the town, mixing it up with Philadelphia's elite society for her newspaper column, and the rest of her nights are spent between the sheets for a sex chronicle blog online. Her life is simple and fun, despite her three jobs, outspoken family members, and the ex-boyfriend who is still hung up on her. When she gets contacted by Elijah Weinstein about a book deal based on her blog, however, Yves' world is turned upside down and she must figure out what she really wants; in life and in love. In Her Closet is a twisted romance novel. It has exciting surprises and a gripping storyline, but what made me like it the most is that the main character, Yves, is a strong, grounded, and compelling young woman who must face her dark past in order to have a bright future. If readers liked Fifty Shades of Grey, they will definitely appreciate In Her Close...

Title: Maid for the Rockstar Author: Demelza Carlton Amazon:  Maid for the Rock Star -- $13.99 Jay is a rockstar whose band is on the verge of becoming extinct. When Jay buys a hotel room for a month to recuperate and think about what his next step will be, the first thing on his mind is sex with as many different girls as possible. That is, until he meets Audra, a broke meteorology graduate just trying to get a permanent position as a maid at the hotel to make ends meet until she (hopefully) gets a job in her chosen field. The two share a battle of sexual tension and wits as they finagle slutty coworkers, hellish cops, and the broken pieces of their pasts. In the end, what they both need is someone who understands, and they may have found each other at the perfect time. Demelza Carlton spins a fantastically sexy scene in her book "Maid for the Rock Star." Her character Audra is 100% relatable as a broke single woman trying desperately to make a life for herself away fr...

I think the thing that I love the most about movies and TV shows isn't the acting, the script, or the themes, but the music that sets the tone. I can tell when something sinister is approaching. I know the exact moment two people fall in love. I feel the music in my bones. It seeps into me, fills me, and directs my feelings towards certain reactions. Because music is powerful. Music is inspirational. Music is a deeper understanding of the world than words or pictures. A beautiful landscape will stay in your mind, but a melody stays in your heart. Like your sense of smell, familiar but long-forgotten melodies can stir up memories that you may not even remember making. I don't think the crew members who provide the scores for movies are given enough appreciation. They are, after all, responsible for the emotions you feel when watching a movie. When you cry, it is because the music reminded you of something sad. When you laugh, it is because the music is light and ...

Reminiscing. It seems to be what I keep reverting to whenever I get on the computer these days. Something draws me to what happened in my past, and I don't feel right until I've investigated thoroughly. I wonder if I want to know that I'm moving forward, or if I want evidence that life does actually get better like everyone always tells you. Well, the verdict is still out on that decision, but in my travels to the past, I have managed to find a gem: A 30 Day Writing Challenge from 2011, whose last entry was a letter to my future self (aka myself right now in the present) detailing my life as it was in the exact moment I sat down to write the letter. Dear Chloe,   I'm not really sure what they want me to write about in this one. But I've had that feeling before, remember? Your last few entries have been short ones, but there really wasn't much more to say, I guess, because what you wrote really did say it all. And hey, sometimes less really is more. I f...

Jumping on the literary bandwagon has never been my thing. Generally, I find books because people gift or recommend them to me. This is how I got into Harry Potter (admittedly, though, that was before the first movie ever came out, so I was in it for the long haul with that wonderful, magical, heart-breaking, life-investing series/story/lifestyle), Chronicles of Narnia -- though I'll be upfront and say that I loved the story of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe long before I ever read that book or any of its brothers. It's how I started reading the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, The Mortal Instruments series, and, naturally, Twilight (but this is one series I simply refuse to finish because the writing and premise had just become far too absurd to read on). Now, I hear about the Fifty Shades trilogy once all the books had been published. Everyone was buzzing with how amazing this erotic series was, how much they loved it, how taboo and brilliant it was. And I i...

At some point over the next 10 years, I'm going to need someone to tell me to watch Liar, Liar. Why? Because I'm trying to get a career in the film industry, and the one thing that really  made me want to do it is the feeling I get whenever I watch a movie that makes me feel something other than mild entertainment. A movie that I look away from the computer for, or that I stop doing homework to watch. When an emotional swell of music erupts from my speakers, or when an actor manages to convince me -- to really make me believe  -- that they are  their character, that what's happening in the movie's plot is actually happening to them . Now, you may laugh and say, "But Cassy, that's not what movies are about! They're about entertainment and telling stories!" Well, yes and no. I understand, you haven't asked a question. But I'm answering one anyway, because I think the question lies in the statement you just made, because you obviously don'...

I can't remember when exactly these thoughts started... they seem to stretch back forever in my mind at this point. It's not like I haven't ever thought about being in a relationship. I've done more than that, definitely. And when I picture myself in one, I'm happy. But then, in real life, when the moment comes closer and I'm on the verge of possibly becoming the me I am in my fantasies, I pull away, petrified. I've tried thinking of a psychological reason that I apparently want something so badly I tell myself I can't have it, but all I can think is, "You're not a psychologist, but you might want to think about seeing one, because you're freaking me out."  This isn't just a phase, either. Since puberty I've gone through this cycle. In 5th grade, a boy told me he liked me, and for a little while, we dated -- or we came as close to dating as two 9-year-olds could even think of back in the days when it was perfectly acceptable a...