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Shaina has 99 problems and death ain’t one.
Well, actually it is. She is the newest reaper. Shaina's partner is her ex best friend as well as her former boyfriend who disappeared without a goodbye four years ago. Her current boyfriend isn't a boy at all but an ancient angel with a defect. He has never heard the voice of God.
Yeshua has a place in her soul and he refuses to let go while Samuel possesses her body and leaves her craving more but who will win Shaina's heart?


Headaches, heartbreaks and mayhem...Yeah Shaina has 99 problems but Death is the least of them.

Will Shaina be able to heal her shattered heart and save his lost soul?

Thankful for NaNoWriMo

Hijacked!

Hey all, I’m Shayna and I have been hijacking Casse’s thoughts so I decided to take over her blog as well. *waves* I am her new TextNovel project. She insist on calling it Tag em n Bag em. Yuck. I will see if I can change that.

So why am I here anyway? Just to share a little background story to make you anxious to read MY full story.

HERE IS ME. A regular girl

I had a regular guy...hot guy at that.

This happened...I know don't judge!

Then he disappeared. Gone. I was all:
 

Then I was like,

Turns out he had a great reason for disappearing. A year and a half later her came back with an excuse and a cat as his peace offering. Keep the excuses gimme the cat!

I also had a crazy lot happen while Yesh was gone, I found out I am a reaper! So you are thinking:

WRONG! I'm more like:
 

Now I know why Yesh gave me a cat named Scythe while smirking. So though I am a reaper, well part time reaper I still have High School to finish and an ex boyfriend who ditched me after sex to deal with. I'm pretty much the same girl...HER.

But if you see a hot jerky guy followed by Me and of course Scythe (because every Reaper HAS to have one mine just has to be cuter than the rest) I am sorry.

The sea of No

The picture's artist.

Well, the beginning of the year I decided it was time to take a dive and go swimming.  For a writer that means start querying. Yes, if you are also a writer your heart probably started racing at the thought.  The dread, the excitement, the vigilant email watching, and the pending heartbreak.




Querying is like dating.  All those rejections in search of someone who will: see you, ‘get’ you, then love you enough to marry you and say “Yes, I want to share this journey with you. Yes, I believe in you.”

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,
Casse

The Hiatus is over.

Hello!
  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.
Casse