As of June 9, 2012 I will no longer be accepting e-books for review. This is due to the overwhelming
demand of reviews, work and night classes taking up a lot of my spare time. It
is taking me several months to read and post reviews therefore until “my to be
reviewed list” is smaller I will no longer accept any more e-books for review.
I am extremely sorry.

April 27, 2013

3rd Annual Tax Event: Guest Post: Leanne from Escaping With Books

Today I have Leanne who is the youngest (I believe so anyways) member of the Edmonton Book Bloggers. She is here today to talk about what made her want to start blogging. I hope you enjoy!



Hey! I’m Leanne from Escaping With Books. I really enjoy doing guest posts and I’m thrilled to be here on Cassie’s blog. :)
I thought blogging was lame until I saw how many people did it, and how fun it seemed to be able to share your thoughts with others! Quite honestly, it was through searching for giveaways that I found my way to a blog. And as a I began going through more and more blogs, it made me want to step out of my comfort zone, put myself out there, and start my own blog!
The reasons I decided to start blogging was just to design images for my blog, and also, get some recognition and maybe even interact with authors I looked up too. I first began blogging about a year ago but I wasn’t all too serious about it until around July of 2012. I started my blog knowing only a part of the community, but never imagined it to be quite this large. The first blog I stumbled upon was Book Twirps and I just loved the layout, headers, and all of the design incorporated. Throughout the year, I’ve been to a signing, met up with the lovely bloggers in my city, and even had a chance to review a book for an author. There are so many things that I have learned, and am still learning, for that, I am grateful that I started this blog!


Thanks Leanne for sharing your story. I can’t remember how I stumbled on blogs but it was defiantly for giveaways just like you :)

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April 20, 2013

3rd Annual Tax Event: Guest Post – Ambur from Burning x Impossibly x Bright

Today, I have my newest good friend on the blog Ambur from Burning x Impossibly x Bright. Ambur is a fellow Edmonton Book Blogger and we first met at the Smart Chicks Kick It Tour, we have become instant friends and I am glad to have Ambur as a friend and have someone to gush over Cassandra Clare’s novels with. Ambur is also joining me on my adventure to the Calgary Expo where we will get to fan girl over Darryl (The Walking Dead), Tyrion (Game of Thrones) and Draco Malfoy!!!

The Walking Dead Character Gallery

So I asked Ambur the following question and this was her answer.

What made you start reading?

twilightI was always a reader as a child, but I didn’t read nearly as often as I do now. I had a bookshelf with a small collection of books, and would read them every once in a while. It wasn’t until senior high school that I went from reading casually to reading prolifically….and you know what? I have Twilight to thank for that. You see, I actually started reading again when a group of us at school started reading the Twilight Saga and we would all talk about it between classes. I devoured the saga in about a week, and reread a couple times in a row. After that, I just kept on reading. I found City of Bones and The Mortal Instruments (back then it was trilogy :P) right after Twilight, and it was definitely one of the series that prompted me to keep finding more books. The main reason I kept on reading was because it offered a mental escape where I didn’t have to think about school and I was able to relax and let myself just enjoy the words on the page. I still read as an escape and to relax…and if I haven’t read for a while, well I can get a little grouchy. :P


Thanks Ambur for answering my question. That how much love of reading started as well. It’s like we are book soulmates! hehe

Make sure you visit Ambur. I swear her blog is full of awesome.


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April 13, 2013

3rd Annual Tax Event: Edmonton Author Erika Knudsen Monarchy of Blood Book Launch

Today I am excited to help launch the 3rd book in Erika Knudsen’s Vampire Saga – Monarchy of Blood. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting Erika a few times at the local Chapters and she is the nicest down to earth person I have met. This summer I plan on reading the Vampire Saga which I have to say I am super excited to read.

Erika was kind enough to provide an excerpt for your enjoyment and she will be giving away 1 e-book copy of Monarchy of Blood!



Monarchy of Blood book cover

Monarchy Of Blood

© 2013 Erika Knudsen


There was a time in my life when I was homeless. When I was barely thirteen, in my naiveté, I made the stupid decision to run away. Between my mother’s love of booze—which was stronger than her love for her son—and my father who barely knew I existed, except when he felt the need to make me his punching bag—I figured anywhere would be better than with them. I had retreated into my damaged and disillusioned world, believing that escape was the only answer.

For five years, I lived on the streets of Montreal in fear. I desperately wanted to go home, but had no home to go to. Even though I knew it would take them a while to discover that I had run away, their reaction to me wanting to come back would be much quicker. I know that my father would be furious, surely beating me within an inch of my life, while my mother would just drink herself into a coma to avoid having to deal with me.

Starving and emaciated, my body ached. I was tired and battled dizziness all the time. I could feel that my eyes and cheeks had hallowed, giving me a frightening gaunt look. At this pivotal low, I made the devastating decision to become a male prostitute. The first John to pick me up was a man in his late forties. I was so scared that, once alone with him, I had thrown up, despite my empty stomach. In his guilt, he handed me ten dollars and let me be. With cash in hand, I walked into the first convenience store I found and bought a bag of chips, two hotdogs and a Slurpee. With change in my pocket and food in my hands, this was the happiest I had been in ages. Never have ketchup chips and hotdogs tasted so scrumptious! My mouth watered profusely as I drenched the hotdogs in ketchup, mustard, onions and the thick gelatinous nacho cheese. Before I even left, I started chomping away on the first dog. Having wolfed it down so fast, I was quickly overcome with pain in my stomach from having too much food, too fast. But it was worth it.

Inevitably, I ran out of money. On the same street, Rue Wolfe, the same John had come by and picked me up again. This time I wasn’t as lucky, and an exchange of services was the only way I’d be eating that night. Knowing that I was green was probably why I was so appealing to him, which made me cringe. I discovered later, over the next few years, that he was one of the easier Johns to deal with, since he usually only wanted a hand-job or to watch me masturbate. It didn’t give me much money, but I was okay with that. As the years went on, the Johns became more demanding and most times I blocked out what I had to do to survive.

It was in the early morning hours, after the clubs had started to close, that I made my way to Rue Plessis. The area was known for bathhouses and nightclubs, which meant plenty of opportunity to make a few dollars. I was picked up by a man in his mid-twenties. He was horny, drunk and even though I sensed that his nature was malicious, I accepted his offer. I hadn’t eaten in a week—I needed food. I also hoped I’d be able to make enough to rent a room, so that I could shower and get a good sleep. But all my simple plans changed in the blink of an eye. Before we even found a private spot the John started making advances. The moment I stopped him, he lost all composure.

I was already weak and much frailer then him, and he took that to his advantage. With a hard right hook, he had me staggering. Unable to right myself, I fell to the ground. Immediately he was on top of me. I tried to protect my face as he repeatedly swung his fists with such power. When he had enough of that, he stood and proceeded to kick me in the ribs. I lay there, curled in the fetal position, trying to protect myself, but with no advantage, his beating was turning me into ground meat. Pausing, he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Whore!” My whole body shuddered in fear as I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans.

After he raped me, he took my last bit of change and ran off, leaving me in the alley to die.

That was when she had come to me. Her green eyes were fierce and her skin like porcelain. She picked me up and wrapped me in her arms. Leaning in to kiss my forehead, her wavy red hair cascaded around me. Breathing in deeply, the mixed scent of flowers and vanilla calmed and aroused me. Her whole being exuded a calmness that washed over me. When her eyes locked with mine, I felt at peace. Closing my eyes, I absorbed the love I felt from her with my whole being.

It wasn’t until pain encircled my neck, like a barbed collar, that I woke from my daze. At first I was confused, not understanding the pain. I then realized that she had bitten my neck. Panicking, I pushed against this immovable living statue, but most of my protest I yelled within my head: I don’t want to die. I felt my life fading away as I became weaker and weaker. That night she meant to end my suffering, but my silent fight for survival altered my fate.

Surprised to be alive, I woke up the next day only to find myself in an unusual and peculiar circumstance: it was early evening and I was lying in a huge bed. The weight of the black and white modern floral designed duvet was thick and soft. If I had known where I was, and certain that I wasn’t going to be murdered by some serial killer, I would have lavished in the luxury of it. But soon enough I wondered how I had gotten there and if I were even still in Quebec.

Pulling back the heavy blanket, the fresh scent of linen brushed past me, which in turn made me catch the soft woodsy floral aroma that perfumed the air. Soon enough, I realized I was naked—and clean. Feeling panicked and unsure of how to handle the fact that someone bathed me while I was unconscious, I immediately began looking around the room for my clothes. It was then that noticed the various perfume bottles, make up and elegant jewelry boxes that scattered dressers tops and side tables. A gentle repetitive ticking came from an ornately carved antique clock that sat atop an armoire giving the room a sense of tranquility. However, I didn’t spot my clothes anywhere.

Unexpectedly, nausea washed over me. I felt dizzy and my vision blurred. I paused and waited for the sensation to dissipate. Shivering, goosebumps formed and I slid back under the warmth of the comforter. Every time I moved, my body ached. My face was hot from the swelling and I was sure the ribs on my left side were bruised, which caused my laboured breathing. Lying there, I tried to remember what had happened for me to get to that place, but to no avail, I was unsuccessful at shaking the cobwebs off my memories.

The door opened and a woman walked in. In a sudden flash, I remembered. I remembered her biting my neck. I sat upright in bed, but I really didn’t know what to do. My pulse raced and I held my breath.

“Ah, mon chéri, you are awake.” Though her voice was soft, she had an air of strength about her. Walking into the room, she appeared as though she glided, despite the fact I could hear her gentle footfall. In her hands she carried folded clothes that I didn’t recognize. “I took the liberty of washing yours but they were so tattered, they practically disintegrated. I found some new clothes for you,” she added and placed them at the end of the bed.

Where am I? Who thought I’d be all right with someone bathing me while I was unconscious? What am I doing here? What do you want from me? ...Why did you save me? My thoughts raced, but no words came forth.

“You are free to stay here if you wish. I offer you sanctuary. However, there are rules that you have to abide by.”

“Who—who are you?” I managed to stammer. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why not? You are a fighter, Stone Rossi. Sometimes I am generous.”

With wide eyes of shock and slight fear, I looked at this breathtakingly beautiful woman. She knew my name! How the hell did she know my name? A smile slowly spread across her face and at first I thought I was seeing things. I blinked to clear my vision, but my eyes weren’t fooling me. She had fangs. As she took another couple of steps closer to me, I scurried back until my back pressed against the headboard.

“Oui, I guess this would be confusing, to say the least.” She sat on the bed and rested her hand on my blanket covered calf. “I will be blunt with you Stone. I will care for your every need, but in return I expect you to live by my rules. I would say that’s fair, nést-ce pas?”

My Adam’s apple bobbed as I swallowed deeply. “What are the rules?”

She smiled widely and again her fangs gleamed even though the room was dimly lit. “Well, mon ami, simply put: don’t tell anyone of our existence. I will probably put you to work around Chantonnay, to do the things I cannot during the day.” She paused for a moment as though pondering whether she should say what had come to her mind. Eventually she did voice her thought. “And just so you know, don’t get in our way when we are... moody.” She winked at me and smiled sweetly. Standing from where she sat at the foot of the bed, she walked closer to me then sat beside me. “I am not like you. I haven’t been human for three-hundred and sixty-eight years.” She reached for my arm and took hold of my wrist. The sheer coldness of her skin made me want to recoil the instant she touched me. I was speechless and dumbfounded. I must be dreaming, I kept telling myself.

“You’re not dreaming, Stone. This is real. I am real.” With my arm still in her gentle grasp, she brought it up to her mouth. Slow and intentionally, she grazed her cool lips along the flesh of my inner wrist. “Do you remember anything from last night? I didn’t mesmerize you nor did I play with your memories. I let you be because I want to care for you, and if I do, you need to know what I am.” I nodded, unable to form words. I did remember and I was horrified. Reading my mind, she smiled a tight-lipped smile and kissed my wrist gingerly before giving back my arm.

“I’m a vampire, Stone,” she paused to make sure I heard her. “Do you understand what I am saying?”

“There is no bloody way...,” I stopped speaking. I knew it was possible, but was I ready to accept it? I reached up and touched my neck where I remembered her biting me. I felt the wound and winced. I looked at this stunning woman in awe. “I believe you. But... are you—what are you going to do to me? Am I going to be like you now?” I asked naively. She laughed at me, not in a mean way, but with gaiety.

“No, you will not be like me. I want you to be you. I want you to live and grow to be an old man,” she responded sincerely. Leaning towards me, she kissed me on the forehead and then rose to her feet. “I will check in on you in a bit. Meanwhile, I’ll get someone to make you something to eat. You must be starving.” And she began walking towards the door.

“Wait! What’s your name?”

She stopped mid pace and turned gracefully to face me. “Mylana,” she responded simply and continued to exit the room.

So at the age of eighteen in the early spring of 1994 I was taken in, cared for and loved by a vampire. I learned quickly when to make my presence known and when to keep myself at a distance. It wasn’t only Mylana who lived in La Maison Chantonnay. There were also those she called her clan: Deirdra, who was her “child,” Brenna who was Deirdra’s “child” and Elijah. There were many others who would come and go, but for the most part, it was mostly those three.

That was seventeen years ago. My whole world changed—for the better, even though I lived in a mansion full of blood-sucking vampires. Mylana was true to her word, even more so. It was one thing for her to take me in and give me a home, but she even let me follow my dream to attend the University of Montreal. She never wanted me to shy away from anything that would better my life. Mylana made sure I experienced life to the fullest, that I remembered to enjoy it, because it could be taken away like the snap of the fingers.

No words are as true as those. Even though I lived with vampires, I was never frightened of them enough to leave. They all had their moments, but for the most part, they had good control over their bloodlust. However, there was one instance, in the summer of ’95, when I was forced to leave for my own safety. Vampires had been burning spontaneously around the world and those at La Maison Chantonnay were not exempt from the chaos. I didn’t want to leave the only home I had come to know. But at Mylana’s insistence, I stayed at the Hôtel Frontenac, per her arrangement. My time away from them was bittersweet. I enjoyed the freedom, but I worried for them. After nearly three weeks of no contact from them, Brenna was the one to come for me and tell me that all was well. That was the first time I heard about the Blood god and the havoc he wreaked. Though they trusted me, I was on the need-to-know basis list. I didn’t need to know everything, which was fine with me. However, in the winter of 1999, I learned more than I ever wanted to know. With the return of the Blood god, who I knew as Adam, my world changed once again—forever. My mortality was taken from me against my will.

Amongst the disorder and turmoil with the vampires, I was used as one of Adam’s pawns. Following Adam’s orders, Brenna and Kristine kidnapped me—it was Brenna who had turned me. I had considered her one of my dearest friends, but I guess ultimately that friendship and love is what saved me. I say that because if she did not do what she had, I would be in the ground, rotting. But on the other hand, if she hadn’t kidnapped me, imprisoned me, drank my blood for weeks on end and beat me to within an inch of my life, I may still have been human. I try not to dwell on it. As time passes, the pure hatred I had for Brenna on that night has waned. I do admit that what I feel for her is a bit messed up. A lot of the time I’m confused and torn between devotion and irritation. I guess this is what Deirdra had meant when she talked about her relationship with Mylana. Now that I am no longer an outsider, many of their idiosyncrasies make sense to me.

When I was first brought across, the chaos that surrounded my embrace kept me in check. Or I should say, kept my thirst in check. I was distracted by my physical change, at first, and then by meeting Brian. He was another saviour in my life. He took me in when I needed it most and helped me to deal with my transformation. I am grateful and will always be grateful for his companionship—then and now. Having to deal with the death and resurrection of Deirdra, I didn’t know how I was going manage. When I think back, I’m surprised I didn’t lose all composure and drain any and all mortals that crossed my path. But I thank Brian for his guidance.

However, once things became more routine and normal—if anything in our world can be called “normal”—that was when the true reality of what I had become hit me hard. I discovered that any control I had been able to maintain was a joke and I was about to learn a new lesson. A lesson about obsession. 



About Erika:

Nineteen years ago, Erika Knudsen dared to walk in the shadows and never came back. At an early age, she was intrigued and mesmerized by suspense, horror, and drama. The idea of “creatures” coming to life at night was a scary
and thrilling idea. After years of being a fan of horror and the supernatural, she took her fandom of the genre to the next level. Vampires being her number one obsession, she began writing Beyond The Threshold Of Death. It blossomed into something Erika could have never have dreamed of. Monarchy Of Blood is the third book in her vampire saga which will be released March 2013.
Erika Knudsen resides in a quaint hamlet northwest
of Edmonton, Alberta with her husband and dog where the dark country nights add to her nightmarish and twisting plots.





Books 1 and 2:

Beyond the Threshold of Death by Erika Knudsen

In a weakened state, fearful for herself and for all vampires, Deirdra is eerily aware that an unknown being has been released. Wishing for simpler times, Deirdra is drawn back into her memories of when she was so young and naive. Remembering clearly her youth in Ireland, 1795, Deirdra recalls how the gift of immortality had been bestowed upon her...
Ailing from an unknown illness, her health deteriorating rapidly, her father fearing for his daughter's health, unknowingly hires a vampire named Mylana to care for her. Instantly, a friendship blossoms between the two women. Seeing the pain Deirdra is in, Mylana offers her immortality, of which she accepts... Now almost two centuries later, Deirdra finds herself in the middle of an unearthly upheaval. Events waged over a millennia beforehand have reawakened the fury of an ancient Blood God, whose objectives involve the complete obliteration of the vampire race.


Resurrected by Erika Knudsen

It is only months before a new millennia and Deirdra, after nearly four years away from La Maison de Chantonnay, makes her way home. The nightmares of the past have taken their toll on her weary mind. As she anxiously awaits the reunion with her immortal family she finds herself plagued by a mysterious being who seems set on guiding her unlife in his chosen direction. With characteristic stubbornness, Deirdra ignores this entity's wisdom. Spiralling into a web of alienated self-destruction, her path leads her into the arms of the enemy she had forever sworn to despise. Broken and lost she discovers old gods born anew, wearing away at her humanity, leaving her vulnerable to the evil of her demon within.




Excerpt, book synopsis, book covers, author photo and biography are from Erika’s website.

Thank you Erika for stopping by!

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April 6, 2013

3rd Annual Tax Event: Guest Post by Kristilyn @ Reading in Winter

To kick off the 3rd Annual Break Cassay Out of Tax Jail I have fellow Edmonton Book Blogger and our ring leader Kristilyn from Reading in Winter to talk about Canadian Authors. She also set up her blog post in a way that all I had to do was copy and paste it :) How awesome is that??? Yep, she's awesome.


Although I have lived in Canada all my life -- I was born here! -- I really haven't completely gotten into a lot of the wonderful Canadian literature that's out there. As I went through my bookshelf just recently, I noticed that I had a lot of unread Canadian books on them, but very few that I had actually read. After this, I went online and searched for some Canadian authors -- there is a great deal of authors on the lists I found that grace my shelves, as well as some authors who I had no idea were Canadian. From my point of view, here are the top Canadian authors I think you should be reading. For some of these authors, I've read plenty of their works, and others I know I need to read more of.

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michael ondaatjeMichael Ondaatje

“She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.”

Michael Ondaatje is still such a new author to me, but he's one of those authors who I know I should be reading. Case in point, I've had The English Patient and Coming Through Slaughter on my shelf for a long, long time. Maybe I feel intimidated to crack them open, but they're there for the day when I finally feel like I should sit down and devour them. I did read The Cat's Table last year and while it wasn't my favourite novel, it was still pretty good. Ondaatje has received tons of praise and I can definitely see why. Author of: The English Patient, Coming Through Slaughter, The Cat's Table

Ami McKay

“What do you want? Love. Well, love gets what she wants one way or another.”

Ami McKay is another new author to me. While I have The Birth House on my shelf, I'll admit that I haven't ever cracked it open. It wasn't until I won a copy of The Virgin Cure that I finally decided to read some Ami McKay -- and I was quite impressed! The Virgin Cure was such a unique book and quite the intriguing read. It made me very excited to try out The Birth House one of these days.

Author of: The Birth House, The Virgin Cure

Courtney Summers

“You only get to walk variations of the same lines everyone has already drawn for you.”

Courtney Summers is one of my new favourite authors. I had gotten an eBook of Cracked Up to Be and read it right away -- it was such a good read and very accessible. I was impossibly excited for This is Not a Test because the trailer for it scared the crap out of me. It's nice to know that Canada has some great YA talent -- I know that Courtney Summers is one that I will be keeping a close eye on!

Author of: Cracked Up to Be, Some Girls Are, This is Not a Test

Nick Bantock

“in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.”

Nick Bantock is one of those authors that I had to include on this list because of how unique his books are. I remember my sister-in-law talking about one of his books, long, long ago. She pulled out a copy of Griffin & Sabine: An Extraordinary Correspondence and I immediately knew I had to have a copy of it. This series is one of those series that I love to pull out and flip through because it's just so beautiful. If you're into artsy-type books, this is a series you need to have. It's gorgeous.

Author of: Griffin & Sabine, The Golden Mean, Sabine's Notebook

yann martelYann Martel

“It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.”

Yann Martel is one of those authors that I have been reading for YEARS. There are very few authors that I can say that about, but I remember reading Life of Pi -- devouring it, actually -- and being completely in love with Martel's style of writing. Shortly after that, I picked up a copy of Self and fell in love, and just recently read Beatrice & Virgil. I think there's only one of his books I haven't read and it's only because it's a non-fiction ABOUT books and I don't want to ruin some of the reads mentioned in it for myself. Yann Martel is one of those authors you MUST have on your shelf. He's pretty awesome.

Author of: Self, Life of Pi, Beatrice & Virgil, What is Stephen Harper Reading?

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M. R. Merrick

“Whoever said death couldn't be measured was wrong. Death was a football field. Death was a sprint. Death was measurable distance I wasn't fast enough to reach.”

I am just a brand-new M. R. Merrick fan these past few months. I had no idea that such great Canadian talent rested right here in Alberta! His Protectorate series has received lots of great praise and it's one that I've enjoyed so far. I definitely look forward to reading more by Matt!

Author of: Exiled, Shift, Release

Janet Gurtler

I was lucky enough to find out about Janet Gurtler after receiving an ARC of her book Who I Kissed from Raincoast Books. It wasn't until after I finished it that I realized she was from Calgary, Alberta. Janet has quite the catalogue of books -- one that I'm looking forward to working my way through.

Author of: Who I Kissed, I'm Not Her, If I Tell, How I Lost You


And that's it! I know there are so many other authors that I should be reading, from Kelley Armstrong, to Todd Babiak, to Joseph Boyden, and there are also others who I've read and loved, from Margaret Atwood, to Lawrence Hill, to Kenneth Oppel. Canada has a great wealth of literary talent and I look forward to finding more of it!

Who are some of your favourite Canadian authors?




Thanks Kristilyn for stopping by!

April 4, 2013

3rd Annual Break Cassay Out of Tax Jail Kick Off!

I know, I know I am 4 days late with this kick off post! I not quite in jail yet but it is definitely coming. Let’s just say we are 4 days in and I am ready to strangle someone….yeah its that bad atm. So its going to be a loooong month. I’m happy that I get to share some amazing local bloggers and author with you this month.

And always there will be a giveaways! This year it’s a little smaller because I just didn’t have the time to market the event to authors and such but we have a book launch and you get to know some of my new friends a little bit better :)

What can you win? Well on the 13th you can win a e-book of the book that will be launching that day (I’m going to keep you in suspense I won’t tell you what it is until the 13th :P AND

A Copy of Clockwork Princess by Cassandra Clare!!! and a Copy of The Rising by Kelley Armstrong (because we all know Kelley is my fave!). I will also go through the swag stash I found while moving and give you an envelope full :)


- Must be over the age of 13, open international as long as Book Depostiory ships to your country

- Must comment of ALL of the blog post this month (they post on the Saturday)

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