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Cassidy Jones and The Secret Formula 

(Cassidy Jones Series)

 

Featured Author-  Elise Stokes

~Bio~

Elise Stokes lives with her husband and four children. She was an elementary school teacher before becoming a full-time mom. With a daughter in middle school and two in high school, Elise's understanding of the challenges facing girls in that age range inspired her to create a series that will motivate girls to value individualism, courage, integrity, and intelligence. The stories in Cassidy Jones Adventures are fun and relatable, and a bit edgy without taking the reader uncomfortably out of bounds. Cassidy Jones and the Secret Formula, Cassidy Jones and Vulcan's Gift, and Cassidy Jones and the Seventh Attendant are the first three books in the series. Book Four, Cassidy Jones and the Luminous, will be released in 2014.

Description- Cassidy Jones and The Secret Formula

One Girl. One Accident. One Incredible Superhero.  

        

Cassidy Jones is your typical fourteen-year-old-- that is, until a seemingly harmless accident in the laboratory of a world-renowned geneticist turns her world upside down.

Discovering incredible strength, speed, and enhanced physical senses that defy logic, Cassidy embarks on an action-packed adventure that has her fighting for answers...and for her very life.

Excerpt-

Chapter Nine: A New Friend

Summary: Cassidy takes Emery into her confidence.

We sat on opposite benches, our knees a foot apart. 

Emery watched me curiously while I considered 

how to start. I resorted to small talk. 

 “Uh, Emery, so where do you live?” 

 “We rent a condo near Wallingford,” he answered 

patiently, making no attempt to elaborate. 

 “Oh.” I touched my forehead. “Were you born in 

Seattle?” 

 “No, Washington, D.C.” Placing his forearms on 

his knees, he leaned forward. “How did you hurt your 

forehead?” 

 I dropped my hand. “Funny. That’s what I want to 

talk to you about.” 

 Intently looking at my face, he waited for me to 

continue. 

 I touched my nose. “Before yesterday, I had freckles. 

They were light, but they were there.” 

 Narrowing his eyes on my nose, he attempted to 

decipher. 

 Taking a deep breath, I continued, “Sorry, that didn’t 

make any sense. Let me put it this way—I had freckles 

when I went to your mom’s lab with my dad.” 

 His expression became so intense, frightening 

almost, that I hesitated. My feelings about him were 

conflicted. He made me uneasy. Everything about him 

was so foreign. 

 Emery’s voice took on a soothing tone. “I understand 

that you injured your head in my mom’s lab. Please, tell 

me how. You can trust me. I want to help you.” 

 I searched his eyes. It was difficult to penetrate 

through the blackness, adding to my unease. “I don’t 

think you can.” 

 Impulsively, or maybe intentionally, he grabbed 

my hand, holding it between his. “Please, tell me,” he 

repeated. 

 I took another deep, tortured breath. “Your mom 

had something cooking in beakers on that Bunsen 

burner near the coffeemaker. While Dad interviewed 

her, I sat on a stool next to them. The stool collapsed 

and I fell, knocking everything over onto the table. 

When the liquids ran together, they formed this white 

cloud, and I breathed it in. It’s difficult to explain exactly 

what happened. My whole body felt like it was on fire, 

melting from the inside, and then everything went 

black. I guess I passed out or something. Afterward, I 

was…changed.” 

 “What do you mean by ‘changed’?” he asked, slowly 

and calmly, squeezing my hand. 

 Pulling my hand from his grip, I lifted it to my fore- 

head. “When I passed out, I hit my head on the edge of 

the counter. My forehead split, or at least, that’s what 

Dad and Ben said, and with all the blood, I don’t think 

they were wrong.” My fingers trembled against the 

gauze. “The doctor at the ER said it was only a surface 

wound. He thought Dad and Ben had been fooled by 

the blood, thinking it was worse than it really was. He 

put a bandage over it and this gauze.” 

 Emery’s gaze fixed on my unsteady fingers, watching 

as I pinched the surgical tape and hesitantly pulled the 

gauze away, exposing my forehead. His eyes filled with 

disbelief. 

 “How did this happen, Emery?” 

 Shaking his head, his gaze dropped to his hands in 

his lap. 

 Quiet minutes ticked by. With each passing one, 

I sank deeper into despair. When I couldn’t take 

the silence anymore, I pleaded, “Please, Emery, say 

something.” 

 “Be patient. I’m thinking.” 

 “Well, think out loud.” 

 Smiling slightly cock-eyed, he said, “Trust me, you 

don’t want me to do that.” 

 Does he think this is a joke? Furious, I slapped the 

gauze on my forehead. “Trust you? Apparently that was 

a mistake.” Abruptly, I stood up, causing the swing to 

sway. 

 “Cassidy, sit down,” Emery commanded calmly. 

 Glaring, I sat. I had nowhere else to go. 

 “Trusting me is the right thing to do. Aside from 

my mom, I’m the only other person who understands 

anything of depth about Formula 10X.”

 “Formula 10X?” I said with hope. “That’s what was 

in the beakers?” 

 “Yes, or at least, a variation of it. I don’t know for 

certain, because she kept her latest experimentation 

with the formula undisclosed.” 

 “Why would she keep it a secret from you?” I asked, 

truly interested. 

 He smiled to himself. “That’s the way she is. I assume 

she wanted to prove out her new theories before bring- 

ing me back in.” 

 Strange, I thought. He says this like he didn’t ask her 

about it. Why wouldn’t he ask? “Well, she did it. It works. 

I’m living proof she succeeded.” 

 “No, I don’t think she did,” he disagreed, sounding 

regretful. “How the formula has affected you would not 

have been her intention.” Pausing, he looked thoughtful. 

“However, it’s premature for me to come to that con- 

clusion until I know precisely how you’ve been affected, 

or changed, as you put it. Tell me everything.” 

 “Everything” poured out at once. I ended my 

twenty-seven-hour saga with this: “At the police station, 

I thought you’d figured it all out. The way you looked 

at me all intense, it seemed like you guessed everything 

that was going on.” 

 Shaking his head, Emery smiled. “Though I admit I 

did find your behavior odd, I wouldn’t have guessed this 

in a million years.” 

 Despite the situation, I laughed. He found my behavior 

odd? I also thought the “million years” was an exaggera- 

tion. I had a feeling Emery wasn’t in the dark about 

anything for long. “Okay, now you know everything. 

What do you think?” 

 Silence was his only response as he studied my face. 

His scrutiny reminded me of his mother’s—clinical, 

detached—like he observed me under a microscope. 

This was disturbing, to say the least. 

 My brow furrowed. “Stop staring at me like that. I 

know I’m a freak.” 

 “Cassidy, you are not a freak,” he contradicted, his 

expression softening. “Don’t ever say or think that. I 

certainly don’t view you that way. I’m only astounded 

by how you’ve been affected. From a scientific perspec- 

tive, it’s impossible.” 

 “It can’t be.” My eyes welled. “Look at me.” 

 Alert to the coming despair, Emery placed a reas- 

suring hand on my shoulder. “But that doesn’t mean we 

won’t find a solution. I promise you, we will.” 

 Emery spoke with such earnest confidence that I 

couldn’t help but believe him. Nodding agreement, I 

dabbed my wet eyes with my sleeve. 

 Dropping his hand from my shoulder, he said in a 

formal tone, “Allow me to tell you about Formula 10X. 

It’s a type of gene therapy containing a variety of animal 

DNA, among many other components. My mom’s goal 

is to find a way to manipulate these DNAs to benefit a 

human recipient by choosing genes that represent dif- 

ferent strengths of the nonhuman and infusing those 

genes into the weakened cells and tissues of the human. 

For example, a human who is crippled would perhaps 

be infused with puma genes, since they are known for 

their agility and strength. The goal is not to make the 

human like the puma, but to restore the human’s func- 

tion and health within a normal range.”

 “Well, why am I like a puma, then?” 

 “I don’t know exactly. Obviously, by your intense 

physical reaction when initially exposed, something in 

the formula overloaded your nervous system. Maybe 

10X affected you so extremely because you’re a young, 

healthy girl who received the formula in its entirety. 

What I mean is, you would have never been a 10X 

candidate, since you suffer none of the disabilities and 

ailments an appropriate candidate would. Also, the 

recipient would have been administered the formula 

in small doses, tailored to their needs. Your exposure 

was radical, and now you’re experiencing the full potent 

affects of 10X. Do you understand?” 

 I nodded. “I think so. It’s like a glass half filled with 

water, slowly having more added until it reaches the rim. 

I was already a full glass, and 10X was an entire pitcher 

poured into me at once.” Dread brewed inside me as I 

continued. “And now that the water has spilled, there’s no 

way to tell where it will go or what will happen to it.” 

 “That’s one way to look at it,” Emery said, dismally 

looking at the woods. For several seconds he didn’t 

speak, lost in thought. 

 During those quiet seconds, I stared at the ground, 

not thinking, only waiting. When I felt his eyes on my 

face, I looked up. His expression was determined. 

 “None of this makes sense, but obviously, it isn’t 

impossible. As you pointed out, you’re living proof. 

Since it isn’t impossible, there is an answer and solution. 

Tell me again, in detail, what you experienced when the 

liquids converged.” 

 Quickly, I explained again. Finishing the account, I 

held my breath expectantly. 

 Smiling slightly, he shrugged. “I have nothing.” 

 My breath rushed out in an offended gust. “What? 

Do you think this is a game or something?” 

 “No,” he quickly clarified. “I’m sorry, Cassidy, that 

came across as glib. I truly have nothing, and it frus- 

trates me. I understand the compounds turned to a gas, 

but I have no idea why. And I have no idea what they 

formed or why your nervous system reacted so violently 

when you inhaled the gas. There has to be an unknown, 

a catalyst that pushed everything over the edge. What 

that catalyst is, again, I haven’t a clue…Cassidy, are you 

listening to me?” 

 Actually, I wasn’t. A black cat near the path leading 

to the woods had caught my eye. Low to the ground, 

it focused intensely on something in the tall grass. 

I recognized what it was doing because I had done it 

myself. The cat was hunting, stalking its prey. After 

commando-crawling toward its victim, it sank low in 

the grass, anticipating the kill. Opportunity arrived. 

Black fur gracefully glided through the air. The cat 

easily landed on the unfortunate victim: a brown field 

mouse. 

 I watched the cat excitedly toss the mouse in the air, 

remorselessly tormenting its victim. Dread slid through 

my stomach. “Emery, you mentioned pumas. Do you 

think there was cat DNA in that stuff I sucked in?” 

 Turning back to him, I saw that he had been watch- 

ing the cat, too. He replied, “She experimented with 

feline DNA.” 

 I took this as a yes. Oh, geez. 

 “There is another thing I’ve noticed different about 

me,” I began hesitantly. Emery looked back at me, and 

I could feel my cheeks warm under his gaze. I really 

didn’t want to bring this up, but thought I should after 

what he witnessed at the sports field. “I don’t usually 

have meltdowns. I’m not one of those emotional girls… 

at least, I wasn’t…I have no idea why I started bawling 

like that.” 

 His response wasn’t hesitant at all. “The changes 

you’ve experienced are not only physical, but chemical, 

so it stands to reason you will be more prone to mood 

swings and extreme reactions. And it will be more diffi- 

cult—how should I say it?—to shove feelings down.” 

 I stared at him in surprise. He had pegged me. I 

was the queen of shoving down unwanted feelings. “If 

you’re right, Emery, poor me—poor everyone.” 

 To this, he only smiled, and then said, “It’s about 

time you showed me what you can do.” Glancing across 

the sprawling lawn, his eyes settled on a couple lying 

together on the grass. They were far enough away that 

their facial features were indistinguishable. “Tell me 

about them.” 

 Rising to the challenge, I adjusted the couple until 

they appeared a few feet away. On their stomachs, they 

turned their heads in so they were nose to nose. 

 “Okay, the guy has shoulder-length, brown—” 

 Emery interrupted, squinting his eyes. “You’ll have 

to do better than that. Even I can see his hair.” 

 “Well, can you see he has a silver hoop through 

the right side of his bushy, black unibrow? And there’s 

a mole smack in the middle of his left cheek.” I gri- 

maced. “Geez, he should have that removed. Okay, his 

girlfriend has multiple piercings. She looks like a pin 

cushion. There are three small hoops through her left 

eyebrow. One. Two. Three. No, four diamond studs on 

the left side of her nose. Gross. A gold hoop hanging 

between her nostrils—” 

 With a look of distaste, Emery cut in. “You’ve con- 

vinced me with vision. All right, they appear to be 

talking. Can you hear what they’re saying?” 

 “No prob.” I smiled confidently, weeding through 

surrounding noise. After a moment, I tuned into the 

man’s husky whispers. “Okay, got them. He’s saying—” 

My jaw dropped. Immediately, I severed the connec- 

tion, but not before turning bright red. 

 Emery laughed hysterically. 

 Still blushing, I watched him sternly. Every time he 

looked at me, he laughed harder. Child prodigy or not, 

ultimately, boys will be boys. 

 Taking a deep breath, he suddenly composed 

himself. “Sorry, Cassidy, but your expression was hys- 

terical. You’ve convinced me that you heard them.” He 

grinned. 

 In response, I scowled. 

 “Again, I apologize,” he repeated with an amused 

grin. “All right, let’s move on to another test.” Scanning 

the park, his gaze settled behind me. “Don’t turn around. 

Behind you, that toddler is now eating something.” 

 Closing my eyes, I sniffed the air. There were so 

many competing scents. “Is it sweet?” I asked. 

 “Yes, it is.” 

 Nodding, I took in a deep breath. Distinguish- 

ing scents, I pinpointed a sweet, edible one close by. 

Opening my eyes, I grinned. “My, you’re tricky, Emery. 

First of all, that isn’t called eating. That’s called drink- 

ing, and he’s drinking apple juice.” 

 Emery gave me an impressed look. “I can’t see the 

juice box from here, so I’ll take your word for it.” Grab- 

bing my hands, he stood up, pulling me to my feet. 

“Now, let’s test strength.” 

 “Are you asking me to toss you off here or break 

your fingers?” I teased, slightly squeezing them. 

 Grinning, he pulled his hands away. “Definitely not 

the fingers, and I think tossing me from this swing is 

too public, though I admit it would be a good show.” 

He nodded to the woods. “We’ll find something more 

discreet in there.” 

 While following the path through the woods, 

Emery’s eyes roamed for that something discreet. About 

a hundred feet in, he suggested, “Let’s get off this main 

path. Over there.” He pointed to a thinly trodden trail 

cutting through thick growth. 

 Following Emery, we pushed our way through the 

growth. Obviously, no one had come down this over- 

grown trail in a while. I got the brunt of the overgrowth 

as the branches Emery pushed forward sprung back at 

me. After getting slapped in the face with one, I was 

prepared to demand that I lead, when Emery said, “Yes, 

this will work.” 

 Stepping into a clearing, he pointed to a fallen tree 

twenty feet ahead. 

 Smiling, I decided to show him leaping before 

strength. “Stand back,” I warned, pushing him aside. 

Then, running forward, I leaped for the target. Leading 

with my right foot, my body glided easily through the 

air. The exhilaration I had felt while speeding around 

the school track returned, and that strange, pent-up 

feeling released. For whatever reason, this very unnatu- 

ral thing felt as natural as walking to me, and incredibly 

freeing, as if I had been meant for this. 

 My right foot touched the top of the massive trunk, 

and my left pulled in next to it. The landing had been 

perfect, steady and strong, without even a hint of 

balance loss. Pivoting on the trunk to face Emery, I 

smiled smugly. 

 Walking toward me, he exclaimed, “That was incred- 

ible. You move like a cat.” 

 His praise wiped the smile off my face. “Cat,” I 

grumbled to myself. “What’s up with the cat theme?” 

With a sigh, I hopped down next to him. “I suppose you 

want me to move this.” I patted the thick tree trunk. 

 Emery examined the area around the tree. “It appears 

safe. I don’t see any danger if you disturb it. First, make 

sure there isn’t anyone nearby.” 

 My ears quickly searched. “All clear,” I announced, 

moving up to the trunk. 

 Emery stepped back, his face shining with anticipa- 

tion. 

 Resting my palms against the trunk, I prepared to 

move the giant tree. Pulling in a breath, I pushed. The 

tree was heavy, but with exertion, the giant’s resistance 

gave way. I rolled the trunk up out of the indented 

ground. From underneath, something scurried up the 

trunk near my left hand. Squealing, I jumped back. The 

thick trunk rolled back into its resting place.

 Emery grinned. “It was only a lizard.” 

 “I hate lizards.” I shuddered. “The nasty thing almost 

ran over my hand.” 

 “Ironic. You can push fifteen hundred pounds, and 

you’re scared of a little lizard.” 

 I gasped. “One thousand five hundred pounds?” 

 Surveying the tree, he nodded thoughtfully. “At 

least.” 

 The information stunned me. “Okay, then. What do 

you want me to do next?” 

 For the next couple of hours, Emery sought out all 

kinds of challenges, from moving boulders and leaping 

into trees, to distinguishing sounds and scents. He even 

had me describe in detail what tree bark looked like 

microscopically. 

 Something else took place during this time. My 

unease around Emery disappeared. In fact, it amazed 

me just how comfortable I felt around him. Though he 

was my age, he had none of the uncertainties we teens 

are usually plagued with. For the most part, I walked 

on eggshells around girls my age. Saying or doing the 

wrong thing could trigger an instant “girl war.” Even 

though my friends weren’t petty, instinctively, I was 

careful. The boys weren’t as sensitive but were every 

bit as gossipy. So in general, I watched my back, never 

letting my guard down. It was exhausting. With Emery, 

I believed I could be myself, say the wrong thing, do the 

wrong thing, and he wouldn’t hold it against me. He 

really was a breath of fresh air. 

 After testing senses, strength, and agility, Emery 

announced, “It’s time for speed. Let’s see how fast you 

can go through these woods.” 

 Back at the main path, we parted ways. The plan was 

for Emery to go to one entrance and me to the other. 

After listening to be sure the coast was clear, I would 

tune in to him where he would be looping a countdown 

out loud. From my end of the path, I tuned in to the 

woods. All I heard was Emery’s looping countdown. 

Positioning myself to run, I listened. 

 “. . . Three, two, one—” 

 I took off at a mind-boggling speed. Within seconds, 

I stood before Emery. Wide-eyed, he stared at me like 

he’d seen a ghost. 

 “Unbelievable,” he uttered above a whisper. 

 His reaction made me edgy. “How fast do you think 

I ran?” I asked, attempting to sound casual. 

 “My guess would be forty miles per hour. Imagine 

how fast you would be on a solid, straight surface. I’ve 

never witnessed anything like this.” His mouth pulled 

down in the corners. 

 With an anxious feeling in my gut, I studied him. 

His face held no expression, as if he wore a mask to hide 

real emotions. The more I looked at him, the more I 

believed the emotion he hid was fear. If he’s terrified of 

me, everyone will be, I anguished. 

 “What  do  you  want  me  to  do  now?”   I  said 

sheepishly.   

 “Nothing,” he answered, distracted. “Let’s head 

out.” He motioned for me to walk ahead. 

 With Emery following silently behind, I walked in a 

daze. I assumed he had me walk ahead to keep an eye on 

me. I am the most dangerous thing out here, I bitterly told 

myself. I’d make me walk ahead, too, and—

 Something scratchy brushed my cheek, interrupt- 

ing the thought. Reflex kicked in, and before a second 

passed, I was crouched on a tree branch, looking down 

at Emery. Smirking, he waved a dry tree branch in his 

hand. 

 “What’s the big deal?” I snapped, hopping down. 

 Tossing the branch, he stated, untroubled, “I 

assumed you would react that way when startled. We’ll 

have to work on those involuntary reflexes.” With a 

grin, he added, “We can’t have you jumping up in trees 

in public.” 

 Glaring hard, I grumbled, “Nice. Real nice.” With 

my shoulder, I shoved past him, stomping down the 

path. 

 “I couldn’t have taken you off-guard if I warned you 

beforehand,” he called after me. “For your protection, 

I needed to know how you would handle it.” 

 I spun around. “For my protection? Don’t you mean 

for yours or for the innocent public’s?” 

 He grinned with understanding. “Oh, you think I’m 

afraid.” Walking toward me, he continued, “Cassidy, I’m 

fascinated, hardly afraid. Not of you, at least. I am con- 

cerned about you being exposed, though.” He stopped in 

front of me. 

 Glancing up at him, I asked, “So you think I should 

keep this a secret?” 

 Alarm washed over his face. Abruptly, he grabbed 

my upper arms. “Cassidy, you can tell no one about this. 

Absolutely no one.” Bending close to me, he searched 

my eyes. “Do you understand? No one can know. Not 

your parents, not anyone. Keeping this a secret is not 

only for your safety, it’s for your family’s safety, too.” 

 My eyes widened. “Why would my family be in 

danger?” 

 “Think, Cassidy. Whoever has my mom will want 

you. You are Formula 10X, and they would view you as 

a nonentity, something to be acquired. Your personal 

value and rights would mean absolutely nothing to 

them. You would become a lab rat. Imagine what they 

would do to you.” 

 I tried not to. 

 “If they become aware of your existence, they’ll do 

anything to get you. People like this have no bound- 

aries. Everyone and everything becomes free game 

for them to get what they want. That includes Nate, 

Chazz—” 

 “Stop,” I interrupted, shaking my head to dislodge 

the terrifying images. “I get it. I won’t tell anyone.” 

 After quick scrutiny, Emery released my arms. Calm 

replaced the alarm on his face. I believed this expres- 

sion was his standard mask. For a moment, I studied the 

mask that showed no signs of strain or worry. As far as 

facades go, it was a solid one, but I wasn’t fooled. I knew 

the turmoil that had to be going on underneath. 

 “Emery, I’m sorry about your mom,” I said for the 

first time. 

 Tightening his lips, he nodded acknowledgment. 

 “Do you know who has her?” 

 He stared off into the woods. “No, but I know she’s 

alive.” 

 “Please forgive me, Emery.” The words wanted to 

stick in my throat. It was wrong to ask, but I had to. 

“But how do you know?”

 Looking back at me, he stated matter-of-factly, 

“She’s too valuable to kill. They abducted her because 

she has something they want. The fact that I’m here 

talking with you means she must be cooperating to 

some degree. It’s unfortunate.” 

 It took me a moment to decode his meaning. “You 

don’t want her to cooperate, even if it means she’s pro- 

tecting you? What is it they want from her?” 

 His smile was a mix of sadness and resentment. “I’ve 

already told you. They want you. Formula 10X. It is 

incredibly lucrative, and yes, I want her not to cooper- 

ate, no matter the sacrifice. In the wrong hands, 10X is 

detrimental to the world. Visualize an army of you.” 

 “But they don’t know about me.” 

 “And I plan to keep them ignorant.” 

 Staring up at him, I let his words sink in. He plans to 

protect me. I’m not alone. With this realization, I threw 

my arms around his neck, like he was a life preserver. 

“Thank you,” I said in one grateful breath, tightening 

my arms. 

 Grabbing my biceps, he attempted to loosen the 

hold. “A little tight,” he choked. 

 “Oh.” Blushing, I released him. 

 Rubbing his neck, he smiled with ease. “You have 

quite a grip.” Noting that my cheek shade deepened, he 

continued, “Please, don’t feel embarrassed. I understand 

how scared you are. I promise you, though, everything 

will be all right. You will be all right.” 

 “Thank you,” I whispered, believing every word. 

 As he continued to smile, a curious glint appeared in 

his black eyes. “My mom will shed light on the situation 

when we get her back,” he said in a casual tone. 

 Knitting my brow, I rewound his previous state- 

ments to figure out what I had missed. 

 Reading my expression, his smile broadened. “Oh, 

I didn’t I tell you, did I? You and I are going to find 

her.”

Reviews-

"Brimful of danger, secrets, a bit of romance and fun, this debut author's entertaining plot and well-drawn characters not only is all it promises to be, but will leave readers looking for more.." -- Gail Welborn, Examiner

"Elise Stokes ranks up there with other YA masterminds!" -- Kitty Bullard, Great Minds Think Aloud

"Can I vote now for a movie on this series? With the adventure, the mystery and Cassidy's super powers, Elise Stokes has delivered everything that a young reader could hope for." --Stephanie Laymon, Five Alarm Book Reviews

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