First off, if you haven’t already heard about it elsewhere, my bff and crit partner Cora Zane, snagged the eye of EC and they’ll be publishing her upcoming SFR vampire story, Connection. So a big shout out to Cora! ::swish::

Second, Cora and I will be in Second Life tomorrow for a *live in voice* free tarot reading event starting at 7pm SLT (Pacific). So stop by if ya can and let’s have some woo woo fun! :D

Cora and Cassandra will be doing *live in voice* free tarot readings in Second Life

this Saturday, July 17th at the newly redecorated Midnight Moon Café in SL. We hope you’ll join us for fun.

FREE
Tarot Reading Event
7pm SLT
The Midnight Moon Cafe in Awen
SLURL:
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Awen/144/34/23

And third, my mother was in the hospital this last week. She was rushed to ER and they found she had congestive heart failure and had possibly had a stroke. I am happy to say she was released from the hospital today and is now home resting. Whew. Had us all scared a mite there.

But as always, she rallies and is now fiesty as ever, givin’ ‘um hell and biscuits, rofl.

I am making some headway on my latest projects, but admittedly not as much as I’d hoped this week, due to staying up at the hospital with mom as much as possible. She may have gained a new reader for me though, lol. One of the nurses is apparently a big Gena Showalter fan. Not that my work is anything like Gena’s, but it is paranormal. :D So mom gave her one of my cards with my links on it.

Finally, I plan to (with Cora’s help) migrate my blog over to blogger. Yes, I know, only seems a few years ago, WordPress was the thing and everyone was migrating their blog here from Blogger, but I can’t design or write or understand WordPress, especially the CSS or is it CFS format? See I don’t even know. lol. So Blogger will be easier for me to do and hopefully I will keep up with it better and update it more often.

I’d love to have my website redone, but I keep putting it off until I sell one of my urban fantasy books. This design is great for where I was and what I was doing back when, but now it feels a little dated and not headed in the direction I hope to take my work in the future, so watch for the construction signs because after July, I plan to get busy redecorating the place. :P

Until next time…

Cass

My sister and her hubby have an orchard and every year they ship the family boxes upon boxes of fresh cherries direct from their farm, and OMG, it’s delicious cherry heaven here! We get Rainer and Bing cherry love. The picture is of the Rainer cherries.

I posted a recipe for my cherry cobbler over at my FaceBook wall, but thought since some of the recipes are longer, I’d post the rest here as I get time. Can you tell what I’ll be doing in between writing my naughty books? Oh yes, sweet cherry pie, ya’ll. lmao.  Enjoy!

Black Forest Cherry Cheesecake

After checking my emails and giving the blender a good daquiri workout, I popped into SL to check out a notice I’d received regarding a missing dolphin I had that had strayed off my property. My guess is the fireworks scared him away. lol. While searching for the missing dolphin, I spied the festivities nearby at a local mall where I and fellow author Maggie Berkley have poster art of our book covers displayed. I loved the red, white & blue theme, grabbed a virtual hot dog off the grill and saw that Cora had also popped into SL for a brief visit. Never one to waste a good opportunity to shop, I pulled her along on a mini-skirt quest, part of the 60L weekends.

Happy to say we both snagged a really cute blue/bronze shimmery number that looked great with our new tanned skins. :)

Back to RL all too soon, I took video of the man lighting firecrackers and setting the night blazing. The smoke about did me in at one point, so I had to come inside the house for a breather. Whew.

Sad to report that the special remote firing contraption I bought for the fireworks didn’t work and since its no return I can’t take it back and get my money back. Ah well…there went $20 for nothing. It would have been cool though, had it worked. Man bear said he would have told me not to waste my money if he’d known I was buying it, but he only saw it in the car after I bought it. Well fiddlesticks!

In other news, I had a friend do a tarot reading for me, because I can never do my own and get an accurate reading, I think because I am too close to the subject–me. lol. So she did my reading and it was very close to what Cora’s said, so I got confirmation of a sorts. Basically a long, difficult road ahead of me, but light at the end of the tunnel. Good gravy, I sure hope so. After the difficult journey I’ve had this year, I need some light somewhere. But then, don’t we all?

Well, at least it’s the MMC’s anniversary–4 years! Woot! And I’ll be busy making sure the MMC staff don’t drink up all the rum. That’s my job! rofl.

Until next time…

Cass

The campfire ghost stories event last night in SL was a great success! Over 22 people showed up for the event. Fruit Islands event planner and creative genius Lizzo Dreamscape designed the look and feel of the campfire location, converting the Mango Islands Yacht Club Soundstage area into the pictured setting above. As the night progressed, more campers showed up, tucked into sleeping bags or sitting by the fire, and listened to my real life ghost stories. Using both photos from real life encounters and captured evps (electronic voice phenomena), the lecture/workshop lasted well beyond the one hour time frame set aside for the event. I took questions from the audience and answered as many as I could, but had to leave eventually. I hope to do another of these campfire events or something similar sometime next month.  Thanks to Liz for an exceptional job decorating and organizing the event. ((hugs))

Join Cassandra *Sharktooth* Curtis as she shares some of her real life experiences with ghosts and other things that go bump in the night!

During this session, Ms. Curtis will play captured EVPs, show pictures of some of the more strange and scary hauntings and then take questions from attendees.

Friday, June 25, 2010

4pm SLT (pacific time)

Mango Yacht Club

SLURL:

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Mango/174/24/22

Today’s agenda: Writing, writing, writing, and then more writing! My heroes have a burning fire to get ‘some’ and are on my case, bitchin’ at me! rofl.

If you follow me on Twitter, thanks. I love my tweetettes. It’s over capacity again, though, so consider this your wake up tweet from moi, and enjoy! :D

Excerpt: The Deal Breaker, ©2010 Cassandra Curtis, All rights reserved.

Ryan pulled aside the curtains and glanced out the bedroom window at the workers trimming hedges and mowing the manicured lawn. None of them looked a day over thirty. Each one tanned and buff in a way no gym membership could replace. What other tasks did these guys do for her ladyship? Her body was lush and ripe, all smooth curves and heat. No way those men could work here and not appreciate Athena’s many assets—well, unless they were all gay. It would make his job easier. It was obvious she was starved for attention, stuck on this island.

It’s none of your business what she does with her employees, you’re only here to get that contract signed.  After the deal was made, maybe he’d get invited back and really explore her…island. Ryan chuckled to himself and stripped off his sweat-sticky clothes as he walked into the bathroom. He’d been so busy these past few weeks, he’d neglected his other needs, and now those needs were demanding he take care of business or risk embarrassing himself in front of Lady Athena.

He sniffed the bottle of spicy shower gel on the counter and debated using his own. The label read Archimedes Island Guest Bath. Would she be disappointed if he didn’t use their local product? Was he willing to risk it? In business negotiations, he’d often found the little things meant a lot, so he turned on the waterfall shower and stepped under the warm spray, soaping his body with the guest shower gel, his thoughts returning to Athena Thanos.

Ryan pictured the raven-haired beauty on the four-poster bed, each wrist and ankle tied with the silken ropes, her luscious body spread like a feast and helpless to get free, but he knew she wanted it, wanted him and trusted him to give it to her. Every moan told him so. No matter how much she squirmed and cried, she’d also begged him not to stop.

A strange, gasping sound caught his attention, forcing him to stop mid-stroke. He shoved the curtain to one side, checking the room. The door was closed. Must have been the plumbing pipes. A place this old probably made all kinds of noises. He inhaled the warm scented shower mist and pulled the curtain shut, then continued stroking his cock. The foamy lather ran down his neck and chest, over his stomach and between his legs, making his body tingle under the pounding spray.

Until next time…

Cass