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All About Cassondra Murray

Cassondra Murray has two life mantras. The first is how hard can it be? Never afraid to take on something new, her sordid career track has including event planning, Search & Rescue dog handling, photojournalism, songwriting and beekeeping. The one thing she’s done consistently since age 11 is write.

She lives with her husband in Southern Kentucky farmland amid grain fields and cows, where she juggles two dogs, five cats, one hive of honeybees and a smack-talking crow. She writes suspense and futuristic romance, and tries hard to avoid the homemade cake on the counter, since her second life mantra is, Life is uncertain…eat dessert first.

If it’s a water gun duel or truck nuts, Cassondra considers it fair game for a blog. So if you see her watching, be careful! You could end up in a post on romancebandits.com


The Magic *Ping*

Last year about this time I told my close friends and the people I work with that I didn’t want to travel in the spring of 2014. I have several trips I usually make at this time of year.  Been making those trips for six or seven years now. For y’all who might not know, spring is the start of conference season for writers, and there are all kinds of events for readers–luncheons, teas, weekend events where readers meet writers…you name it.  I LOVE those events.  I love meeting and getting to know people.  I love readers and I love
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A Pet By Any Other Name…

I had all kinds of pets when I was little. My first dog was Princess. She was a pekingese mix, and she came with that name already installed. I got her when I was three and she was three.  I grew up as she grew old.  She was my best friend.     Since I grew up on a farm, I also had “my” chicken, Henny Penny, and “my” cow, Rosie.  I had a pony named Peanut (name also pre-installed).  Kittens were Chocolate and Vanilla. Yeah. Bet you can’t guess the colors.  And more kittens, Salt and Pepper.  Hey, at
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This Is For The Birds

Have you ever picked up a bird?  I’m not talking about a chicken or goose.  They’re heavy.  But have you ever picked up a fallen cardinal or sparrow? They.  Weigh.  Nothing. I know this because every now and then one will hit the window and get knocked out cold.  When that happens, we run outside and search the ground, and if we find the bird, we give it water from a dropper and try hard to get it flying again.  Honestly they are nothing but pure spirit–pure energy wrapped up in a bunch of brightly colored feathers and a small
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