Cassidy Hart is dead

(Not really)

Author

Ellie Harrow
June 02, 2025

Sorry for the clickbait title but I have BIG NEWS for you all!

I’m going to be changing my name to Ellie Harrow and republishing my novellas!

(I promise, this is a hooray.)

No doubt this will feel out of the blue for you all, but it’s been something I’ve been thinking about for quite some time. Don’t worry—you don’t have to do anything. I’ll still be using this newsletter, I’ll still be me, and I’ll still be writing the same stuff. (And more, but I’ll get to that.)

The thing is, when I first chose the name Cassidy Hart, I did so on a whim. I didn’t do my due diligence. That’s on me. As it happens, Cassidy Hart already exists, and she’s a very prolific writer of Western romances! If I continue to try and grow under this name, I’ll tread on her toes, confuse the algorithm, and constantly have to ask the Goodreads librarians to remove her books from my page. And so, because I’m the newer author with fewer books out, I decided I should be the one to take the initiative.

Thus, Ellie Harrow was born.

As part of the republishing process, my novellas will be getting a facelift—an in-depth edit/rewrite and new covers! I’ll be launching them soon, along with some other bits and bobs I’ve been working on. They’ll all have new epilogues, as well, seeing as I’m relaunching them to be spicy, which as my subs you’ll get as a thank you.

I’m not expecting anyone who has already bought my books to buy the new ones. While they will have new content and be longer, they’re still the same stories with the same characters, and they won’t be THAT different. But if you haven’t got a copy of these novellas as they are NOW and you would like one, you only have two more weeks to purchase them before I will be unpublishing them.

I’ll also be getting in touch with each new release, and if you left a review for the old books, I would LOVE LOVE LOVE if you could copy and paste it over when I’ve published the new ones. The thing that pains me the most about my novellas is losing my reviews. They are absolutely invaluable to all authors.

But wait, there’s more!

I’m in the process of writing a romantasy trilogy, which I will ALSO be launching under this pen name, hopefully in 2026. It will be very different from my romcoms, though I can promise it’ll be spicy. If that’s not your jam, totally fine. I don’t expect everyone to read everything I’ve ever written, especially when tonally it’s so very different. But alongside my future romcom releases (and there will be more), I will also be talking about my romantasies. Expect demons, fae, vampires, and toxic, toxic love interests.

Exhibit A:

He pulls away, looking down at me, eyes dark, dark, dark, wild hair mussed by my hands, a hungry mouth made for devouring. My chest pangs. A new type of pain. I’m discovering so many tonight. So many different ways to bleed.

I crave them all.

The light in his eyes softens. His knuckle skims my jaw, and although the hunger doesn’t disappear, it morphs into something new. Something far more dangerous.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, gentle now. I’m reminded forcibly of all his human moments, the glimpses of tenderness he lets slip by accident or when he thinks I won’t see. I don’t know how to reconcile these two parts of him, demon and human, melded together in such a hopelessly irrevocable way.

“What I want,” I repeat, breathless, dazed. One thing is for certain: I will never recover from this.

“One thing. Tell me one thing you want from me, Raven.”

There is no one thing. He has made a mockery of my desires until I’m full of as many contradictions as him. I want to push him away, to drive a dagger into that ancient heart. I want to rip his ribcage open so I can climb inside. I want to curl up under his skin, to be part of him in every tangible way. I want him to look at me as though I will be the last thing he ever sees.

It’s terrifying, the things he makes me want.

“Kiss me again,” I say, digging my nails into his neck. Not gentle—I can never allow myself to be gentle with him. “Kiss me until I forget.”

And a lil snippet from my next romcom (after the re-release of my novellas), just to balance it out.

He looks at me as though he’s debating the same thing. His gaze on my mouth, his concentration so intense it’s almost a brand. I feel every breath through my lips, the pounding music shivering over my skin. He’s almost close enough to touch, just far enough away that I’d have to reach for him.

I twist so I’m facing him fully, and he puts a hand on top of the plastic booth seat, bracing himself upright. The four gins I’ve downed have boosted my confidence, and I find myself wondering what he tastes like.

Maybe this is what Sophia was talking about. That curiosity. Once, I thought I’d never be able to feel it for another person again, but Tom is here, and he’s soft-skinned and hot-blooded and I desperately, desperately need a distraction.

This isn’t love, but tonight, I can pretend.

He places his other hand on the table, leaning in. His voice practically vibrates through me when he speaks. “Why are you here, Jem? Really?”

Even if I was ever tempted to lie, the alcohol in my system makes it impossible, so I lean in closer, until my lips are almost brushing his. “Sex,” I say, and despite the gin coursing through my veins, I blush. “Filthy, no-strings-attached sex.”

With his thumb, he smears away a smudge at the corner of my mouth. My lipstick, again. Someone get this girl a mirror. “Okay,” he says, and it’s almost a challenge. “Your place or mine?”

I’ll try to keep things reasonably balanced, but as release days for each book come, I’ll obviously be talking more about that, whatever it may be.

I’ll also be setting up a new Facebook and Instagram page with my new name, just for ease. I’ll include a link to those in my next newsletter, so you can keep up with more regular news/quotes/updates. (I’ll only send out a newsletter for releases and major news).

Book Recs

If you haven’t heard of Emily Henry or Cara Bastone, go pick them up right now. I’m currently reading Emily Henry’s Great Big Beautiful Life, and last month, I read Promise Me Sunshine by Cara Bastone, which made me cry MULTIPLE times. The way it deals with grief and living again and human connection is just so poignant. Yet in the midst of all that, she’s so effortlessly funny. Emily Henry, too, I think just hits you right in the centre of your chest. Also, her prose is to die for. If I could be the British version of Emily Henry and Cara Bastone, I would be set for life. A genius, probably. They are incredible. Go read them. And ugly cry at at least one, if you please, so my husband doesn’t have to give me weird looks when he comes downstairs to find me sobbing into my lunch.

That’s all, folks. Look out for your next email from Ellie Harrow!

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