ID Johnson creates characters you'll want to have as your best friends with antagonists you'll love to hate. Her love for all things princess-y compelled her to write her first medieval romance at fifteen, and she hasn't stopped writing since. Now, her plots are a little more complex, her topics a little more mature, and her romances often more intense, but she's never lost the love she felt the first moment she breathed life into a character over twenty years ago. If you love feisty paranormal heroines, damsels who cause distress, or historical ladies who know how to light up a room, then pull up a seat, get out your eReader, and meet ID Johnson's friends. Soon enough, they'll be your friends, too.
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he world isn't the place you think it is. It's dark, it's secretive, and it's dangerous.
When my sister returned from a party one night, I knew something was different--something was wrong. I was determined to find out what was wrong, before it was too late. My life as a small town high school student would soon be transformed as I discovered an entirely different world, one where Vampires, Guardians, and Hunters war over humanity.
My name is Cassidy Findley, and I’m pretty sure my sister is a vampire, despite her “co-worker” making every effort to brainwash me into believing otherwise.  I can only hope that I’m not too late and that I can trust my own memories. 
Because I’m pretty sure my sister’s friends are coming for me next.
The Chronicles of Cassidy is a retelling of The Clandestine Saga specifically for young adult/teen readers told from the perspective of high schooler Cassidy Findley.



The Chronicles of Cassidy

I was no longer alone. I could feel her presence in my mind, even though I couldn't see her. She was like memostly. Cold, lonely, confused. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice sharp, accusatory to a degree.


"A friend." I hope she'd understand. "I'm like you. I need to find him."


A flicker of memories flashed through my mind's eye, disturbing pictures of a dark alley and a shadow filling up all the space between this woman and the closest streetlight. It wasn't Gibbon she was showing me, as I was certain the memory was much older than his short life as an undead, but she was presenting me with the story of how she became what she was nowwhether voluntarily or not.


Chapter 236