Cassidy London Books





Confessions. Just the word itself has an air of mystery and intrigue about it. It’s can be an admission of guilt, a recognition of wrong doing, a secret that is finally revealed. And as much as everyone likes to pride themselves on being honest, straightforward and transparent…well, we all have secrets. It’s only human.

Now the fun part, is that some secrets are juicier than others 😉 These are the ones that I’m interested in. Everyone has something that they’d rather keep hidden. It seems that we all have a steamy truth hiding somewhere deep inside us…that one crazy night, that time in college, that hidden desire we’ve never expressed.

Releasing all that undisclosed information is liberating and empowering. It is also incredibly inspirational for a writer! Not that coming up with new material is an issue though. I’ve always had an overactive imagination and this works very well in my favour as an author. However, real life steamy truths…well, they are way better than fiction!

Girlfriend Gossip

You know how a few glasses of vino with friends will make you spill the beans on your neighbour or even yourself? Suddenly you feel the urge to share what you overheard about a certain acquaintance? Or you decide it’s time to tell the girls about what you did last month?Yep. We’ve all been there. We’ve opened our mouths and dropped crazy shit on our girlfriends. There’s nothing better than that feeling of complete and utter release. After holding something in for so long, that sudden deliverance can be almost orgasmic. Suddenly our voice drops to a furtive hush. Our heads get closer in solidarity as we chug back a bigger than normal gulp of wine and say “Girls, I have something to tell you.” That’s when we drop the bomb.

Making it a Thing

After several dirt dishing session like this, I found myself overwhelmed with stories that would make kick ass books. So, I took action and Cassidy’s Confessional was born.

More recently, after a particularly juicy gossip fest with some friends. I learned about Scary Mommy. One of my girls mentioned that a few months prior, she had needed to release something that was just killing her inside. So she had confessed it on Scary Mommy. So first off, I was like…why didn’t you use MY confessional? (Her answer was that she knew she would end up telling me in person anyway, so I forgave her lol)

Needless to say, I had to check it out. Well, I was hooked for about two hours. You think you mindlessly scroll on Facebook? Facebook has NOTHING on the Scary Mommy confessional. What’s the difference between mine and theirs? My confessional is 100% confidential as is theirs BUT theirs is a public posting forum. You can read, comment and like any posts. This brings in a whole new aspect to confessions.

This got me thinking…I have some really juicy confessions on my confessional, maybe they should be public too? Maybe readers would think it’s fun to read? They could even vote on which ones I should use in my next book! In the Suburban Secrets trilogy, I used 2 separate confessions per book. I listed them at the beginning of each book for all to see and understand how those real life confessions inspired a book of fiction.

Your Thoughts?

So now it’s time for YOUR input. Should Cassidy’s Confessional be a public forum? Drop your comments and any other ideas you have about this in the comment box below! And don’t forget…submit your own confession and your story could be the inspiration for my next dirty romance book!

Cassidy xo






INKED LOVE -A Romance Novel

WIP (And yes, this romance novel has been WHIPPING my ass lately!)

They say it’s always a good idea to gauge the response to a new project before airing it completely. So, with that in mind…today I bring you a little preview of the brand new romance novel that I’ve been working on, INKED LOVE! I would love to know your thoughts on this one so please leave a comment. Try and be kind though…feeling so crazy vulnerable putting this out there. Especially as it’s still the pre-editing phase!

And.. if you love it, which I hope that you do 😉 Please add INKED LOVE to your TBR list on Goodreads today!

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Romance Novel Blurb (aka: what the hell is this story about?)

Toronto good girl Lexi Reynolds, has always followed the rules and put the desires of those she loves above her own. As it turns out…it was all for nothing. Ulterior motives are a bitch.

A new city and a fresh start is just what Lexi needs. What she doesn’t need though, is a man. Lexi’s determined to find her own path this time, without the help of a man by her side or in her bed.

Women are a means to an end for Jean-Marc Dubois. He spends his time on the run from responsibility and commitment, except when it comes to his business. His Montréal tattoo shop is his pride and joy. His art is his release. Nothing else matters. That is of course, until drop dead gorgeous Lexi Reynolds unexpectedly walks into his life.

Different lives, different cities, different languages. Having nothing to lose is sometimes a good thing…until it isn’t.

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INKED LOVE -Romance Novel Excerpt (Again, this is pre editing!!)

One moment was all it took. The crowd cleared and suddenly there was an invisible force, sucking me into another world. It felt like a magnet pulling me into a vortex that I didn’t quite understand. My eyes searched for an anchor. Something to identify the feeling of uneasiness and tension that was building inside me. Just when I thought that I was going crazy, my eyes locked on to the deepest, darkest, obsidian that I had ever seen. The darkness held me there, igniting a heat inside me. It was so powerful, that I could feel myself melting on contact. I knew that darkness, it had crossed my path before.

The delicate balance between pure hate and insatiable lust filled me to my very core. My world was about to come crashing down around me. Yet still, I remained frozen in place, unable to look away.

I watched, mesmerized as a heavily tattooed hand ran through a mass of jet black hair, only to reveal a smouldering gaze beneath it. Sculpted cheekbones, dusted with a day or two of unshaven skin. Those eyes. A complete absorption of light. His gaze held me captive for what seemed like an eternity. The anger inside me was forceful in it’s command to stop staring but something else was stronger. A deep rooted need, an unfulfilled desire…I fought to push those thoughts from my mind, gritting my teeth and trying to only focus on the hatred.

With his eyes still locked onto to mine, he stood up. His movements revealed a pair of low-slung jeans that barely concealed what seemed to be the biggest package I’d ever seen. My eyes widened and my breath quickened. The more daring part of my mind toying with what else could possibly lay hidden beneath those clothes. But I didn’t have to think too hard. Only a simple white t-shirt rested lightly over some very visible rock hard abs. This guy clearly spent time at the gym. Ha! I knew he was a self-absorbed jerk, my mind conceded.

He pulled at his shirt, revealing the slight hint of a V shape that traveled deep down into his jeans. Shit! And if all that wasn’t enough, he turned his head slightly revealing a large tattoo that crept up the side of his neck. I already knew he was an asshole but did he have to be such a good-looking one? This was going to be much harder than I thought.

Rooted in place, fully conscious that I was staring but yet paralyzed to change it. I could feel that unmistakable heat creeping back up my chest and neck. My face felt flush and my palms began to sweat. My heart was pounding relentlessly in my ears. Despite all my best efforts, a familar tingling was beginning to travel down my body, settling and pulsating from my core.

As he walked, a smirk slowly appeared across his face. It was a cocky, a one of a kind, real bastard kind of smirk. He walked right up into my personal space as if he owned it. Like a wall of stone blocking my path, he stayed there. I wanted to be furious but instead I felt small and slightly off kilter beneath this large, stunning specimen of a man staring down at me.

He reached over and effortlessly slid the beer bottle out of my hands. “You’re not really a beer drinker, are you?” he said as he took a swig of my beer and winked out of the corner of his eye.

“I…uh…” I took a deep breath and sized him up once more. I could do this. “Actually, you wouldn’t know what I like at all.” I said, as indignant and as bitchy as I could manage.

“Is that so?” he continued. That damn smirk was still painted across his face. “Well, in any case, considering your horrific driving skills, it’s good to know you made here safely.” His voice was deep, raspy and made all more alluring by his French accent.

A musky, woodsy smell emanated off of him and it was all I could do not to salivate. What was happening to me? This was clearly the asshole who had cut me off on the highway and nearly killed me in the process. How dare he be so arrogant and say it was my fault?

I puffed myself up, ready to lurch at him but his words popped my balloon effortlessly.

“Ce n’est pas Toronto ici, hein? You need to loosen up little girl.” He breathed into me.

Little girl? My mind screamed, my fists clenched. What a patronizing piece of shit! 

“Something to say?” he taunted.

I wanted to speak, to yell, to scream at him but nothing happened. Instead, I was locked inside my mind, no exit in sight. Standing there, I started to wonder if it was possible to die inside yet remain frozen like a statue. Maybe he wouldn’t notice me after a few minutes if I had no reaction to him?

“So…” he continued. “C’est Lexi, oui?” His dark eyes bore into me, making me stumble over even the simplest of words.

Finally, I found my voice. “Oui.” I whispered tensely.

Then without any warning, this mysterious half super god, half class-A douchebag, slid one arm around my waist and pulled me into him. His other hand reached around my back and rested firmly on the nape of my neck. His touch felt like fire on my body. I could feel goosebumps instantly forming all over my skin, I was chilled yet burning up at the same time. With his hair gently falling in front of his eyes, he leaned in and gave me a typical Montreal two cheek kiss. His rough stubble brushed up against my face making the prickly flush of heat return in seconds. I could just feel the red splotches of embarrassment dotting my chest and up my neck. My body ached, as I shifted in my hips to ease the throbbing pulse in my core. This man was magic. A fucking dangerous type of magic. 

His touch seemed to consume all the air inside my lungs, making me fight for breath in short, tight gasps.

“Le nom c’est Jean-Michel.  But everyone calls me JM.” He continued calmly, without releasing his hold on me for a second. Those dark pools of obsidian seemed to be twinkling with humour. Was he for real? Was he actually laughing at how uncomfortable he made me? I wanted the world to open up and swallow me whole. If I never saw this man again, it would be too soon.

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Your Thoughts?

Okay readers…it’s your turn to tap away at the keys and let me know what you thought of that little romance novel excerpt 😉 Also, remember to follow the blog so that you get all the new posts direct to your inbox!

Cassidy xo


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