Originally from McLean, Virginia, Casi relocated to Atlanta after graduating from the University of Georgia. Fascinated with stories since childhood, she became a teacher of English, creative writing and drama. The search for her biological father revealed secrets that rekindled her passion for writing and inspired her memoir, Wingless Butterfly. Casi's publications also include five novelettes and her debut novel, Beneath The Lake. She lives in Atlanta, writes, creates trailers and tips for authors, speaks, and coaches others to let go of the past and pursue their dreams.
Genre Sci-Fi/fantasy, Romantic Suspense
Publisher The Wild Rose Press
A ghost town submerged beneath Atlanta's famous man-made Lake Lanier reportedly lures victims to a watery grave. But when Lacey Montgomery's car spins out of control and hurtles into the depths of the icy, black water, she awakens in the arms of a handsome stranger, in a place she's never heard of -- 34 years before she was born.
When the 2012 lawyer tangles with the 1949 hunk, fire and ice swirl into a stream of sweltering desire. BobbyReynolds is smitten the moment the storm-ravaged woman opens her eyes. Learning the truth about her origins does nothing to stop the passion from taking root in his heart, and leaves him torn between finding a way to help Lacey return to 2012 or convincing her stay with him.
The desperation to find her way home dissolves as Lacey falls in love with a town destined to be erased from the face of the Earth, and the man who vows to protect it. Will the couple discover the key to the mysterious portal before time rips them apart? Or will their star-crossed spirits wander forever through a ghost town buried beneath the lake?
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13 sentences from Beneath the Lake
Lacey awakened in the arms of a stranger, in a town she never heard of––thrity-four years before she was born.
Two dim lights glowed through the darkness, like eyes of a panther stalking its prey.
Oozing blood trickled into his palms and, one by one, his fingers slowly slipped.
Obsession drove him, his future teetered on the brink and Lacey was at the pinnacle.
The lake is filled with secrets and it never gives up its dead.
The waterlogged face of Lanier’s phantom ghost pressed against my window.
Watchful of unexpected movement in the Cimmerian shade, my anxiety deepened.
A chill fisted in my stomach as my foot slipped to the edge, spitting rocks into the lake far below.
He looked like an angel––An angel in sexy jeans and a tight, white T-shirt.
Like components of a fine timepiece, each sliver of his plan had to fit together perfectly.
A coma––trapped in my own head, I wasn't sure I ever wanted to wake up.
He lead Lacey to the depths of the lake and spiral her into the gates of hell.
I caught a glimpse, but his faint image dissolved into a silvery haze.
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