1/14/17

"Love's Intensity" is officially all mine!

As of January 1st, Wild Child Publishing closed its virtual doors and returned printing rights for "Love's Intensity" back to me. I made the call to self-publish this novel that is near and dear to my heart. I was so close to having it out in print before the closure, but it is definitely still my plan. Hopefully, 2017 will be the year it finally happens.

Check out the new cover (pretty much the same except my logo replaces WCP's).

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Now, I'm the publisher of 5 books. 😊

1/8/17

Welcome to 2017!

The journey continues. I had a twin release of poetry books "Encouraging Through Sharing: A Christian's Perspective" and "A Love Gift" in June 2016. "Billiard Buddies" finally came out in print in December 2016. I learned that three of my novels, one published and two in contract, would need a new publishing house. I took "Love's Intensity" under my wing, but I've decided to submit the other two to another publisher, so we'll see what happens.

South Jersey Writers' Group is amazing. I've made many friends there and the networking is super. I'm so glad I joined them in 2015.

Oh, and I'm still working on the novel about the South African girl.

Now, if only I can get those scenes on sheets of paper finally typed in. (See this post from 2014).

Check out my 2016 releases.
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Thanks so much for your encouragement and support. More to come in 2017.
And please leave reviews for the ones you've read. I really need them. Help me get over 30 reviews per release.

1/7/17

Middle School Review of "Linked" by Olive Peart



This book is about a black teenage boy, Greg, and a white teenage boy, Steve, that switch bodies. Both of the boys have similar problems with their parents and each other tries to fix those problems. Steve has an abusive father that abuses his mom. Greg’s parents are divorced. When they switched bodies, they had a psychic link that allowed them to talk to each other from far distances. They spent the entire story trying to switch back. I would not suggest this book for middle schoolers because it has foul language and abusive content.

Tai, 8th Grade


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7/4/16

Happy Independence Day!


It's been a busy summer with releasing a free short story on my website and a Twin Release of two poetry books on Amazon. But there's more to come.

Keep an eye on Twitter (@CassandraUlric1) and Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/CassandraUlrichAuthor) for mid-summer deals.

Here's to celebrating Indie (Writers, Movie makers, and the like) Independence!

6/25/16

Cover Reveal and Twin Release

So, chock it up to grieving process (a close friend is being laid to rest today), I inadvertently released my two poetry books in print on Amazon today. (There goes my nicely planned out schedule of Cover Reveal on 6/27/16 with Releases on 7/4/16.) The Kindle version is on its way. I think she would have liked that two books about Encouragement and Love got released the day of her funeral. She was never much for staying sad, always on to the next thing.

Hope you enjoy the poems which are deep-rooted in Love, Friendship, Faith, and God. Please do leave reviews.

Thanks, Karen, for the fun times we shared together.

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6/20/16

First Day of Summer Short Story Release



Friends for Life



Adelle leaned over the side table, the one with wadded up paper stuffed under one of the legs shoved up against the mauve wall, and stared at the name on her cell.

Brandon.

She picked up the phone and swiped to answer.

“Hi.”

“Jenny broke up with me. Can I come over?”

She glanced up at a photo they took at Coney Island when they were both twelve, the day they hooked pinkies.

Friends for life.

“Sure.”

“Uh, did I wake you?”

“No, it’s cool. I’m up.”

“Thanks. Be there soon.”

She lost count of the number of times he’d called to request some moral support, but he’d had three breakups to her zero. Heck, she’d never dated anyone.

Yeah, friends for life. Then hugs and giggles.

Not even ten minutes had passed before a knock echoed through the door.  She urged her feet across the plush, dull-brown carpet. Her toes pinched softness with each step. She sighed when her fingers wrapped around the knob. With a quick look in the mirror hung next to the door, she smoothed down a few flyaway, ebony strands. She sighed again and tugged at the knob. His musky scent wafted up her nose and into a place of deep longing.

“You sure this is okay?” he asked. Eyes red from crying set in a face worn from grief pierced her heart.

“Yeah, come in.” She led him to the sofa and sat Indian-style.

He plopped down on one leg bent at the knee, the other leg stretched out on the floor toward her. His frown gnawed at her.

“So what happened?” she asked.

“I wasn’t paying enough attention. ‘Aloof’ and ‘lacking romance’ are the words she used. Why can’t I keep a girlfriend?”

The response froze in her throat. His question had to be rhetorical. She stared at his mouth as he kept talking, but barely comprehended a word. Her reluctance to look away was unwarranted. She’d memorized his lips enough to sketch them in her drawing pad over a dozen times. Two determined blinks brought her back to the present.

“How’s your mom?” he asked.

She gulped. “She’s fine. She and Gus are thinking about getting married. And your mom?” No way did she want to dwell on the inevitability of getting a stepfather. It had been two years since Dad died, but Adelle wasn’t ready. However, that wasn’t what bugged her. Even her mom found someone.

“She’s good. We’re talking again,” he said and smiled.

Painful memories lingered. When both moms divorced their fathers twelve years ago, she and Brandon were thrust into separate cities with their dads. That summer promise survived written letters and phone calls. Their decision to live in San Francisco for the past two years reconnected them and pulled them apart at the same time. Brandon found girls to love. She had sketches of his lips.

“Thanks for being here whenever I call.”

“What are friends for, huh?” She paused, attempting to smile. His gaze unsettled her. 

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What do you think so far? Do you wish there was more? What do you think happens next? (Don't give away the ending if you've already read on my website. Just write the PG-13 adjective that best describes it.)

Please leave your comments below.


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6/16/16

Cover hiccups

Why should I be surprised that I'd have some difficulty creating the cover for the second of two soon-to-be-released poetry books. The first one (about friendship)...uploaded without a hitch. The second (about love)...first the dpi isn't high enough for the design I want...then the server it's being uploaded to has issues (you know it's bad when the message "Uh Oh!" is displayed)...and finally, a new day with a fresh reboot was met with a "still working" circle turning around and around and around. Ugh! (Labor of love, all right.) Now that the upload is complete, it remains to be seen whether the review team will give a thumbs up to the files.

Stay tuned as I journey towards this twin release.