Cassie Edwards

Thursday, June 8th, 2017 10:31 pm
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Unpleasantly surprised to see a shiny new paperback with a familiar author name at the library recently. A few of Cassie Edward's novels have been reprinted in 2015 and 2016. (There's a Kensington Books author page.)

Not titles I'm seeing in the series posts at that Cassie Edwards Investigatory Extravaganza back from 2008, but. (Ah, there it is on the last page of the document from 2008, A centralized document for the Cassie Edwards situation. The page numbers don't match and I'm not quite curious enough to read more of Wild Ecstasy to track down the particular passages.)

I slogged through a couple chapters of Wild Ecstacy before giving up. In skimming the last few pages I did find a memorable line of dialogue.

"Ma'am he was forty-six years of age," Lieutenant Osborne said, his voice drawn. "His death was attributed to chronic diarrhea, and/or its remedy, opium."
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Savage Trust was quite a slog to get through. (It was the orphaned baby Lynx that saved me from skipping to the end.) However, there were a lot of quote-worthy passages in this thing, and I'm not even getting into the frontier watermelon...

Other people just look.
But she was alive. He crawled over to her and examined her quickly with his eyes.

Later on, you get the most amazing level of detail: "And how is it our staple food? The roots of this plant are gathered and dried and used in the preparation of food."

Also, medical advice.
"But be careful, Two Suns. To jostle him as you ride might inflict more pain even if he is not awake to feel it."

Then there are the heartless, feathery renegades.
"I am certain my men were also killed by the renegade Black Tail," Cloud Walker said tightly. "He always leaves behind what I have labeled a 'calling card' after he kills."

And, finally, at least one change of heart.
He had always had a big heart. It had just been misplaced for a while. But now it was back inside him, big and beautiful.
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From Racing Moon:
"I would love to teach your children the art of painting watercolors," she said. "It has given me much joy, but it has also given me the means by which to make money."


He turned to her and smiled so brightly, her insides melted with passion.

and now we come to Night Wolf. I've joked about the Mad Libs method of writing, but then I came to page 237 and cracked up. (Needless to say, it was a previous borrower, not me, who wrote on the page.)

I would claim these are the last quotations I have on hand, but I am going to the library soon to return these two books...


Tuesday, January 4th, 2005 10:18 pm
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In choir socialness I sung the praises of The Leery Polyp blog, especially an entry which lists side effects of something called Cipro.

In other news, I got two more Cassie Edwards books out of the library.

Proud Eagle

Sunday, January 2nd, 2005 01:04 pm
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Proud Eagle is a slim genre romance novel by Cassie Edwards. I picked it up by chance at the lbrary, and was greatly rewarded.

The predictible plot is enlivened by lengthy descriptions of Noble Indian Practices, odd names (Many Winds, Pretty Rain), angst about short hair, and rather disturbing anatomical liberties.
He slid his fingers up inside her shirt, stopping where her heart seemed centered.

"I do not have beds such as you are familiar with," Proud Eagle whispered [...] He reached for a pillow and placed it beneath Billie's head. "The women fill cedar bark pouches with cattail fluff for pillows," he said huskily, leaning down over her, his lips close.

"I care not what anything is made of," Billie murmured

Thank you, Billie. Neither does this reader.

A few chapters later we get "he swept his hand down and splayed his fingers across the center of her world at the juncture of her thighs". (Even nearer to the end of the book, both of them "reach the pinnacle of passion". Graham notes that it sounds like a Death by Chocolate dessert.)

Cassie Edwards has written an astonishing number of books; she's up to four a year. The titles alone are entertaining.


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