The Adventures of Cassidy Newbold - Karen J Mossman

​Description

What would you do if you could speak to the dead?

Cassie Newbold tries to use her gift in a positive way although, sometimes things happen that are out of her control.

This is a collection of short stories featuring Cassie, who is sassy, quirky and sometimes doesn't know her own powers.

"I like how the author draws the reader in to her story. I felt as if I was witnessing what the writer was talking about. Some stories were more eerie than others but they each felt real," says a reviewer.

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​Author Bio and Social Media Links

Karen J Mossman comes from a family of journalists with her grandfather and uncle having been newspaper editors. Further back a 2x grandfather wrote for his local paper and also published a book based on those articles. Karen is the only one to go into fiction.

Karen is also an avid blogger and book reviewer, "It's especially important to me to have feedback from my readers, so please leave a review when you have read one of my books."

Karen lives on the beautiful Isle of Anglesey off the North Wales coast with her husband and two dogs. She has two grown up children, who were both born on the same day, two years apart.

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​Excerpt From Unbraid My Hair

     If only she knew he was still with her. Charlie had never left. “We never forget the ones we loved and lost,” I said, although I’d never loved and lost anyone, but with my gift, I’d met so many who had.
    Maisie laughed and broke the spell she had woven for herself. “Gosh, I shouldn’t be talking like this. Sometimes I feel like he is calling me, does that sound strange?”
    “Not at all,” I answered looking towards Charlie who had returned to being an old man, and appeared impassive.
     She sipped her tea. “This house is too big for me now. Everything I do is a struggle, but I can’t leave the home we shared.”
     She looked at me with sad eyes and I felt her sorrow, except it wasn’t hers. I looked at Charlie and the shimmering grew taller. Kneeling by her chair, he wrapped his arms around her, his head resting against hers. I saw the young man he was once again and his worry for his lovely, gentle, Maisie.
     “What is it?” she asked breaking into my thoughts. Her eyes were now bright as if rejuvenated.
    “Maisie, what would you say if I told you Charlie was right here?” His head was bent touching hers and wispy, shadowy, hands wound into her hair. “He is concerned, he knows how much you struggle with life. He finds it hard because he can’t help you.”
     I didn’t know how she would respond to that. She hadn’t invited me here as a medium. I was just a girl in the street who had helped her out.

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