Thank you for stopping by "From Here to There...A Writer's Journey" to see my books in my readers' hands. I'm Casse NaRome, the writer. Here I will blog about my progress on my manuscripts and my novels that already available. I will also blog on the things that I find interesting and hilarious because I think you might too. I hope you stick around for the ride and share this Journey with me. Love, Casse xoxo!

Sunday, November 20, 2011

It's almost that time.

Hey folk,
  I have been hard at work lately and with Death Knows My Name off being edited, I am do for some major editing sometime next week when I get it back with what I am sure will look like the pages are bleeding.  I have found the perfect editor for me who is as passionate as the story I am telling as I am.  Which is awesome!
  So, any day now I will be ready to start the agent search.  *pulls hair out and screams*  It is so scary.  You hear so many whispered horror stories.  It is very intimidating, but I think I am ready.  I have been extremely bless thus far with surrounding myself with amazing people.  I found awesome critique partners, and now with my proof reader/personal editor...I am confident that I will find an agent who will do a spectacular job. 
  I am not delusional, I know, it won't be abracadabra, I get the call.  But eventually I am sure I will find the perfect one. 
  But the hard part will be NOT to sit back on my haunches and wait.  I have to keep writing.  I have a lot planned for my career.  I have the rest of the books in the DKMN world and I also have my YA story that was picked amongst the Editor's Choice last year.  In order to get all these first drafts done I am going to be doing a lot of Fast Drafts.  A lot.  December 1st I have one scheduled for the Remade.  Then I have to wait because I am planning a big move.  I know, I JUST moved to Missouri now I am going to Oklahoma?  Yes.  But I can probably squeeze in Devon's short story The Sun Catcher.  (I LOVE the title and once you read DKMN you will see why.) So I won't do another fast draft until most likely write after Christmas for When Lily's Fall re-do.  Immediately after (maybe 2 days break) I will Fast Draft working title: The Shattered (this title fits from my rough mind plot of hero but too many books have this title lately. Guess we like our men damaged aye ladies?)  It's the final book in the Reborn world.  Then I will go back and do some editing on all those fast drafts before I start picking through The Desecration Chronicles and making in one book with 3 parts (Born Through Desecration, Daughter of Desecration and Desecration's Queen).

Looks as if I am going to be one busy chick.
Keep reading,

Saturday, October 15, 2011

The Hiatus is over.

  Long time right?  Well, I mentioned awhile back that I typed the end (figuratively) on Death Knows My Name and I have been really dragging my arse on edits and revisions.  Blah blah blah, all that writery stuff that makes us sound busy and important that just boils down to us changing shit around.  Okay, I am trying to remember the point of this post...
  Ah well, who needs a point?  NOT ME!  I took a new position at work that I thought would give me time to finish and do all my writery stuff.  Boy was I wrong.  I have been running around like a chicken with her head cut off that doesn't wanna be plucked for dinner!  *looks around concerned*  Have I mentioned that I am deliriously sleep deprived?  I am.  SO if this post is a little pointless and rambly...that is why.

To make up for the crazy of this post I will post a snippet of something I just cut. 
How I knew Eric wasn’t here, I don’t know. I did know it though. My skin wasn’t on fire the way it always was when he came around. Whenever he was in the same room with me it felt like a comfortable fire is glowing and shedding warmth on me. I was getting sappy I know but I couldn’t help how I felt. I would never admit this to Eric, Devon or anyone but I was willing to admit it to myself.

Completely awe{ful}some, right?
Thanks for sticking with me through this post.  I am going to go grab me some much needed sleep.
Keep reading and keep writing.

Thursday, July 14, 2011


Typing THE END is such a great feeling. After, too many years, I finally got to type those two words on the first draft of Death Knows My Name. I found a way to give Mayne and Eric their HEA.

I am in the process of day four on BK 2 fast draft. Fourteen days of 5000 words or more to end up with 70k I actually need 80k so I try and write more on the two weekends.

Then after the fast draft I focus on editing and cutting out 5,654 words from DKMN and editing it before I send it off to both my CPs and get their opinions. When that is done I will decide if I send it out to Agents, Editors or Self pub it. Oh the decisions.

I am totally fine with self-pubbing it. I am just trying to figure out the long run of my career.

Keep writing and Keep reading,


Saturday, June 25, 2011

Die For Me by Amy Plum

I stumbled across this book browsing emusic and decided to download a few sample chapters from Amazon. I can say I am hooked right away. I instantly told my book buddy about the book before I even reached chapter 3.

I downloaded the full version and the audio for when I can't sit and read. I find myself wishing I had more time to just devour this book. I also find myself wish I wrote this book! It is amazing!

GET IT NOW! READ IT! You will thank me forever.

“In the City of Lights, two star-crossed lovers battle a fate that is destined to tear them apart again and again for eternity.”

“When Kate Mercier’s parents die in a tragic car accident, she leaves her life—and memories—behind to live with her grandparents in Paris. For Kate, the only way to survive her pain is escaping into the world of books and Parisian art. Until she meets Vincent.

Mysterious, charming, and devastatingly handsome, Vincent threatens to melt the ice around Kate’s guarded heart with just his smile. As she begins to fall in love with Vincent, Kate discovers that he’s a revenant—an undead being whose fate forces him to sacrifice himself over and over again to save the lives of others. Vincent and those like him are bound in a centuries-old war against a group of evil revenants who exist only to murder and betray. Kate soon realizes that if she follows her heart, she may never be safe again.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Imagined Reality: First Review in for Past Destinies - 4 STARS!!!!

My awesomely talented CP, Constance Ruth Clark, received her very first review for her upcoming release, Past Destinies (May 2nd)!  It say what I already know...Connie is awesome and wrote and awesome book.  Check out her blog (the link is posted below).  To buy the book click the picture.

Imagined Reality: First Review in for Past Destinies - 4 STARS!!!!

Keep Reading and Keep Writing,
Casse NaRome

And away we goooooooo!

I am so excited to be able to say that I have TWO, yes TWO free reads available at that you can download.  I know that the PDF format is okay but I am not sure about the others so let me know.

The first super short story is called Lord of Requited Love.  It is the tale of Dain and Tara's very first lifetime.  It is heartbreakingly tragic and I love it.  I am such a huge fan of Dain.

The second super short story is called The Life That Ends.  This story takes place from Tara/Bonnie's POV in the lifetime just before The Reborn takes place.  I will confess, my feelings for Tara/Bonnie are interesting; I don't like her.  I think Dain can do so much better.  I have someone in mind and you guys will meet her in The Reborn and the mystery woman will have her own story in The Remade.  You will see why, although they are so perfect for one another, they just will never get together.  But before all that you HAVE to read these two super shorts and the best part they are absolutely FREE!!!!!!

Now, what are you waiting for?  Head over to Smashwords and download my "New Adult " (something like YA but with a bit more naughty bits) super short prequels:

The Lord of Requited Love: A Reborn Story
The Life That Ends: A Reborn Story

Keep Reading and Keep writing,
Casse NaRome

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Another Reborn short story...

This novel is spawning more Shorts even though its not done yet. Sheesh. I write out the back story so I can have it while I am writing the complete story and they take on a life of their own. I think they are important because the two prequel stories I wrote are the very first life Dain and Tara lived and then the ill-fated 99th lifetime. (If you followed Reborn on The Life That Ends is the chapter formally known as TWO. In the editing process it got cut out.) SO here it is. You saw the "fake" cover I did for Lord of Requited is The Life That Ends' "fake" cover. [Copyright reasons had to remove picture.]

Like I said, The Life That Ends isn't "Brand spanking new" but Lord of Requited Love is and its in the process of being edited and a new more YA cover being worked on. It's hard because now tha Dain is blonde I have to find new pictures. But Tara will stay the same. Here is the would be covers if Dain stayed brunette!
All pictures belong to artist Elizabeth May
My Favorite one!

Keep writing and keep reading,
Casse NaRome

NOTE: These pictures do not belong to me.  They are stock photos that must be paid for in order to be used.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

I have been busy procrastinating.

Are yall ready to meet Mayne and Eric?  Well, ready or not here they are.
As you can see instead of writing I have been spending HOURS clicking through stock photos instead of working on my prose.  But I am happy with the couple I found.  I am not the best at photoshop so it looks a bit janky but I did it myself...Yay.  Now, here is a excerpt from my still unpolished WIP: Death Knows My Name.  I decided to give yall a bit of the steamy because these two are all about the hot!  Enjoy!

Good we were finally alone. I thought.

Eric nodded in agreement. “My thoughts exactly.”

“I know.” I said as I grinned up at him. The look in his eyes took my breath away.

“Mayne, I want you so badly right now.” He whispered in my ear. His voice was low and seductive.

I looked around to see if anyone was around us. “How badly?” I asked as I licked my dry lips. I was so aroused even still from earlier I didn’t care if we were in a packed bar or that my friends were mere feet away playing pool. All I cared about was getting relief from the heady, lust filled pressure that was building inside me.

Eric pulled me onto his lap and I felt his hardness against me and a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine until it settled lower inside of me. His warm hand caressed up my thigh and under my skirt. I found myself parting my legs for him and I held my breath as I felt his thumb stroke my core through the cloth of my panties. After a few exquisite touches from him my panties were now wet from my arousal and he slipped a finger beneath the soaking fabric and curved around them in a hook pulling them aside. Now there was nothing between him and his long strong pleasure giving fingers. Finally I would feel his touch after being interrupted earlier and if I didn’t feel him soon I would combust and I knew it.

Keep Reading and Writing,
Casse NaRome

Monday, February 14, 2011

Non-Writing Related: The day I lost immortality. Valentine's Day tribute to Andy.

When I was, 13 years old I felt untouchable like nothing bad could possibly touch me. I was carefree and full of life. That was before my 14 birthday, 14 years ago today. 2 boys Andrew Michael Westbay and Scott Hawrysiak were shot and killed a few houses away from their own houses. That birthday changed my life. Andy was a friend of mine okay I had a huge crush on him.

I first met Andy when my teacher pulled him into class when she heard him and a former classmate, Jason, goofing around in the hall. I was in love instantly. Then it turns out we were in the same gym class with coach Dixon. Luck was on my side, Coach decided to have a sitting arrangement by last name. Hello Westbay and Williams were next to each other and I sat literally beside him. Cue Casse turning on the charm...

For the short time I knew Andy he was a large part of my life. I remember all of the times we shared with each other because it is all I have left. I remember the last time I saw him and if only I knew, it was the last it wouldn't be so bitter sweet. On the other hand, maybe that would have been worse.

We were at a school Valentine's Day dance. Our school had them during the school day and it was actually the day before because we were going to have a long weekend. I had gotten in trouble and had to sit on the bench the last 10 mins of the dance so Andy and I never did get to dance. He did stop by often within that 10 mins to chat, he told me happy birthday and gave me that smile he had that made the sun shine, because we wouldn't be at school on Valentine's day so he wouldn't see me. It breaks my heart that we never got our Happily-ever-after; we got a Nicholas Sparks ending. Maybe God is a fan.

With Andy and my crush on him I felt untouchable. At that age, you never think about or should have to think about death. My classmates and I had that innocence and our immortality stolen when we were made victims. Scott and Andy were stolen from their families, friends and peers so please say a prayer for their families because I know they will be at Evergreen cemetery right now and Andy's Uncle Michael will have Andy's Mcdonalds nuggets for him.

Happy Valentine's day to you all, as well as The Hawrysiak and Westbay family.

Keep reading and writing,

Casse NaRome

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Dastardly Dain

Here is the first 8 sentences of my Reborn short story. It's a prequel and it is the lifetime that started it all.  This isn't exactly the cover I am going with but it is lovely right?

Lord of Requited Love- Casse NaRome
“She is exasperating!” I fumed in my chambers to Christopher.
“Why do you even let her get to you my Lord?” He questioned me as he always did when he considered me unreasonable.
I shot him a glare.
“Sorry I mean, Dain.” The young gentleman amended knowing I hated titles among us. We were more friends than anything else.

That's all you get!

Keep reading and keep writing,

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Let's take it back to before.

I have been working on a lot of short stories mainly prequel of the WIPS I am working on. It really helps with back story, especially when writing series and have to know every characters' motives. It is also completely fun.

I finished one SS a few weeks ago for Reborn series. Its the first draft but I think it is good. Now I am working on a prequel to a nanowrimo wip I worked on 2 years ago WHEN LILY'S FALL which is the book after DEATH KNOWS MY NAME. It's being called Accidental Jump-Off. *giggles* Thanks Twitter friend for the title ;-) I will let yall know when it's available to read.

Keep reading and I'll keep writing,
Casse NaRome

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The First Cut is the Deepest, is the love of your first finished book. I love my first MS, it still gives me chills when I read the story. Sadly, as it is now it is crap. I need a lot of revising but once I am done I am going to put it up on Smashwords. Why because I love the story but no publisher/editor/agent will ever touch it. I still want readers to have the chance to see the world I built that ALL my angel stories take place in. Also, Dhylaka the heroine in Born Through Desecration plays a major role in Mayne's story.

Until I get BTD all fixed up and pretty for you, here is a rough peek at why I love Dhylaka and Dartainian and that other evil character in the story. Oh I also should warn BTD is not a romance, though a lot of it goes on in it. It also involves what I call a love polygon so convoluted it is insane. Keep in mind I started BTD when I was 18 or 19 which was *ahem* 10 years ago.

A frightening thought crossed my mind and fled; the same thought crossed Father’s mind and lingered, I could see it in his eyes. Maybe Lucifer and I were, in fact, as he feared alike. I set out for the forest that night after father returned home, and I would enter Shol in the afternoon after a morning camp-out outside. As I walked through the dense trees, I saw a pitch-black dark out in the edge of the woods. I knew that had to be Shol. My heartbeat quickened as fear crept into my body. It was a fear I had never felt before. It was a fear in my soul, or was it for my soul?
When I enter Shol, I had to be completely aware. I would not survive with my guard down. I settled down and set up camp about half a mile away. I knew I couldn’t take Lucifer by surprise so I had to be smart about my approach. Unable to rest I watched the sun climb higher in the sky and I knew it was time.
As I approached the treed entrance into the deep dark, something moved and caught my eye. I turned quickly and saw an angel. Catching it’s eye it spoke to me.
“Woman, what are you doing here?”
I walked over to him boldly knowing if I showed any of the fear I felt I’d be eaten alive.
“Take me to Lucifer.”
The angel looked me over. His eyes accustomed to the dark after years of shadow dwelling were dark and brooding. “Do we know you?”
I smiled. “No, but I’m looking for someone that he can help me find.”
“Come with me.” He placed a hand on my back and I allowed the contact. I did not move away from it or fight it knowing that he’d think I was weak if I did. The touch was forceful yet gentle which surprised me. He led me deeper into the darkness, and as dark as it was it seemed to get darker and darker the further we walked in.
“Wait here I’ll talk to Lucifer.” He spoke abruptly stopping me. He disappeared into an even darker room and I couldn’t see past the dense black. I could barely even see inches away from my face. I felt powerless and blind. I felt extremely vulnerable and my mind toyed with the idea that this was a hugely stupid mistake, to enter Shol. I fought back my panic not allowing myself to show any fear. A few minutes later, the angel emerged from the back.
“Come.” He ordered with a single word. I did not allow myself to hesitate, that would have shown weakness and I could not afford any of that now, not in front of creatures such as these. I followed the fallen angel into the room he had emerged from. Again, the angel stopped in front of me.
“Here she is, Lucifer. She says she—”
I stepped forward. “Excuse me but I can speak for myself.”
The angel growled a laugh as did someone I still could not see. The one the angel referred to as Lucifer.
“Well, Dartainian, looks like she put you in your place.”
More laughter from the two before the first angel spoke.
“Well, Woman speak for yourself then.”
I could hear the smile in his voice. I sighed, men.
“Lucifer, I’m Dhylaka. I was told you could help me find someone.”
The figure rose and approached me. The figure was massive almost Archangel Michael’s size. As he stepped closer, I saw golden hair so shiny it shone like the sun in the afternoon sky. So bright, it looked out of place here. His eyes were hazel. I could see him as if someone turned on a lamp. His skin was deeply tanned, which seemed even more out of place considering the gloom he kept his palace enshrined with.
“So Dhylaka, who told you I could help find this missing person— who is your?”
I finished his inquiry. “My husband or rather soon to be deceased husband.”
Lucifer continued, his voice hinted at amusement. “Shame for the poor guy. Well, yes who told you I could find this, this man whom you seek to kill.”
I looked around. “Latacrum, he told me.”
Lucifer looked to the angel he called Dartainian.
“Find Latacrum and bring him here, now!”
I stepped in. “No need.”
They looked at me questioning, I could see them asking themselves who is this woman who dared to cancel an order from Lucifer, who could erase an order from Lucifer?
I tossed Lucifer the small box. I heard a soft sound as he caught it without fumble.
“That is for you.”
Lucifer opened the top of the box. “She’s right, no need to find Latacrum.” His voice held a smile of pleasure. “Well, Dhylaka you have been a naughty girl, little one. I kind of like it.”
He looked at me with a sickening awe. “And this is for me?”
“Yes, I wanted his blood from the first second I met him. I always wanted you to see I am not one who is weak at heart.”
Dartainian smiled and teased. The two were friends, I assumed. Dartainian held no fear of Lucifer, and spoke freely as a friend might. Or as close as friendship could be in a place like this and between creatures such as them.
“Lucifer can we keep her, I like her?” He turned to face me. “You really killed Latacrum?”
I nodded. “Yes, I kind of feel bad but, he gave me cause for my hate of him to overcome my morality.” A lie. I did not feel bad. However, a part of me knew that I should and a part of me could not bear to admit that I did not feel bad to these Angels. I did not want to lose my humanity in the face of them.
Lucifer pushed a chair towards me with his foot. “Sit Dhylaka; please. Dartainian excuse us if you would.”
Dartainian turned to go, before he did, he gave me a heart-stopping smile. He was gorgeous in a dark, deadly way.
After Dartainian left Lucifer kneeled in front of me and asked, “So you are looking for Dacarum and his child, your son?”
I looked at him. “How’d –?”
Lucifer placed a hand on my knee. It sent a tingle up my body and I fought to catch my breath. I fought his touch mentally but that fight never reached the exterior of my body.
“Look Dhylaka, I am going to tell you something. It will probably hurt you but I have to tell you anyway, not because I am compelled by my honesty but because I need your help. But that will come later.”
I looked at him. “What do you want to tell me?”
Lucifer stood up, found a chair and sat. I could tell that all his movements and actions were measured, no matter how natural they seemed to come off as; they were perfectly choreographed.
“It’s about Dacarum. Understand this Dhylaka; I have had my eye out for you. Rather I have been waiting for you since my fall, since the world was created. I had scouts everywhere watching for you. You are probably confused right now but please let me explain before you ask questions. You or rather whom I have come to believe you are, is written about in what is called ‘The Book of Angels’ and I need you to fulfill the prophecy about me. Oh, they will try to stop us but now that you are here with me, they cannot. For you being here I must thank Latacrum, whom you saved me the trouble of killing and robbed me of the pleasure of killing as well, but dear one, they underestimated you. I must also thank my scout, Dacarum.”
I stood up. “What? Dacarum works for you?”
Lucifer came in front of me. “Calm down Dhylaka, sit. I will explain, I will.” His face was warm and his eyes felt as if they were holding me. I wanted to leave and I knew I should; I had to leave, I needed to leave; I would drown if he didn’t let me up. My head swam with dizziness and my lungs refused to inhale. I looked at Lucifer with wide eyes, I had to breathe or else I would drown in him.

Keep reading and I will keep writing,
Casse NaRome

Thursday, January 6, 2011

When I Grow Up I Want to be...

I totally want to be Victoria Dahl/Jeri Smith-Ready/Michelle Sagara. So I want to be a creepy ass hybrid obviously. LMAO.

All jokes a side, I want to be an awesome writer who entertains my readers while absorbing them into a world I create.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

No Whiney Biotches Allowed in Romance Writing!

I have been toying with a few ideas lately. The more pressing one being…quitting. Only I don’t call it that. I also don’t call it giving up either. No, I rationalize it and say I will take a break that may have no end to it. Nice, Casse, very nice. Stop while you are not ahead. Lol. I mean I could. It would be easy…well, easier than the rejections. Easier than the negative critiques from those who don’t get my work, my humor or what I am trying to do. Yes, it would be easier but then what? I am writer damn it and if I don’t write then what the hell am I? Therefore, I give myself a pep talk that sounds something like this: “Suck it up and stop being such a whiney ass all the time sheesh!” Yeah, I know I totally coddle myself.

Okay, so extended break is out I decided absolutely NO, N-O contest and no sharing my work until I am 100% satisfied unless it’s to my very awesome CPs whom I don’t mind showing my unkempt, unrefined crap too because they are awesome enough to help me clean it up.

Those are my writing resolutions. Glad I could talk myself out of being a quitter.

Keep reading and I will keep writing,
Casse NaRome

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