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Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Book Review of The Curse Giver



Book Review of The Curse Giver

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BLURB:

Lusielle's bleak but orderly life as a remedy mixer is shattered when her husband betrays her and she is sentenced to die for a crime she didn't commit. She's on the pyre, about to be burned, when a stranger breaks through the crowd and rescues her from the flames.

Brennus, Lord of Laonia is the last of his line. He is caught in the grip of a mysterious curse that has murdered his kin, doomed his people and embittered his life. To defeat the curse, he must hunt a birthmark and kill the woman who bears it in the foulest of ways. Lusielle bears such a mark.

Stalked by intrigue and confounded by the forbidden passion flaring between them, predator and prey must come together to defeat not only the vile curse, but also the curse giver who has already conjured their ends. 

BIO:

Dora Machado is the award winning author of the Stonewiser series and her newest novel, The Curse Giver, coming this summer from Twilight Times Books. She is one of the few Latinas exploring her heritage and her world through the epic fantasy genre today. Her first novel, Stonewiser: The Heart of the Stone, won the 2009 Benjamin Franklin award for best debut novel.

Her second novel, Stonewiser: The Call of the Stone, won the 2010 Independent Publishers Book Award's (IPPY) Gold Medal for Best Science Fiction/Fantasy book of the year. Her third novel, Stonewiser: The Lament of the Stones, won the 2012 Independent Publishers Book Award's (IPPY) Silver Medal for Best Science Fiction/Fantasy book of the year. All three novels were finalist in ForeWord Magazine for Book of the Year in the Science Fiction and Fantasy Category. Her latest novel, The Curse Giver from Twilight Times Books is available July 2013.

 She holds a master's degree in business administration and graduated Phi Beta Kappa from Georgetown University. She was born in Michigan and grew up in the Dominican Republic, where she developed a bilingual fascination for writing, a love for history, and a taste for Merengue. After a lifetime of straddling such compelling but different worlds, fantasy is a natural fit to her stories. She enjoys long walks, traveling, and connecting with the amazing readers who share in her mind's adventures. She lives in Florida with her indulging husband and three very opinionated cats.

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Review:

I found this book to be very interesting, and somewhat disturbing.  It was a good read.

I give this book 4 out of 5 clouds.

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Monday, July 15, 2013

Book Review of Shrouded in Illusion



Book Review of Shrouded in Illusion



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Book BLURB:

Someone wants Skye Hunter’s son and they’re willing to kill her or anyone else to get to him. On the run for her life, she is forced to turn to the only person who can help her—a complete stranger with a shared past—David Bishop, a renowned illusionist.

David’s life is also an illusion, built of smoke and little else. He meets Skye, a woman filled with passion and conviction, and the pain he sees in her eyes is a mirror to his own soul. But when he realizes she has the same strange, telekinetic phenomenon inside her body that he does, he is forced to question his life, his childhood and the father who raised him. Can these two lost souls uncover the mystery behind their powers and save Skye’s son and themselves in the process?






Author BIO:

---*H.D. Thomson moved from Ontario, Canada as a teenager to the heat of Arizona where she graduated from the University of Arizona with a B.S. in Business Administration with a major in accounting. After working in the corporate world as an accountant, H.D. changed her focus to one of her passions-books. 

She owned and operated an online bookstore for several years and then started Bella Media Management. The company specializes in web sites, video trailers, ebook conversion and promotional resources for authors and small businesses. When she is not heading her company, she is following her first love-writing.

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Excerpt:

Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible and achieves the impossible.... —Anonymous

Chapter 1

“No one fuckin' move! You! Get away from the door.”

Skye Hunter snapped her head up from looking inside her purse and gaped at a tall, bald-headed man several yards away. In his tight-fisted hand, he pointed a gun at her chest.

She blinked. For a moment she didn't understand. Then panic crashed through her body and her breath hitched painfully inside her throat.

My God. Tyler.

She whipped her gaze across the inside of the convenience store. Aisles of chips, dip and candy, but no sign of her nine-year-old son.

They'd been separated but minutes. While he'd gone to get a hotdog, she'd run into the restroom. And now this sick nightmare.

The acrid taste of bile bubbled up her throat. Savagely, she swallowed it down. She needed her wits. For Tyler, for herself.

“Didn'cha hear him, bitch!” Another man, short and stocky, stood in front of the counter and several feet to the side of the other robber. Acne scars spattered most of his face, while his eyes, black, small and closely set, regarded her with rage.

“Okay, okay.” She jerked her hands into the air. Her purse, its straps sliding along her arm, swung wildly and banged against her side. “Just don't shoot.”

Great. They'd fled the violence in Boston only to encounter it here in Las Vegas.

Tension cut into every muscle and tendon across her back and shoulders. Skye stared past both men to the front door and freedom. Seeing no sign of Tyler through the glass panels, she inched away from the counter and register.

Another empty aisle without Tyler.

Where the hell was he?

“Are you an idiot?” the bald thug asked the clerk, a boy not much older than twenty. “Open the damn drawer.”

“No.”

In horror, Skye stared at the redheaded clerk as she eased further from the trio and the front door. The kid was crazy. These men weren't playing around. Agitation and fury radiated from both. Neither of them wore masks to hide their identities, screaming their recklessness, stupidity or savage intent.

“The cash, asshole. Now,” the acne-faced thief growled, shoving his greasy, black hair from his face.

“I can’t believe this shit.” The kid shook his head. “Second time this week. If you think—”

“Shut up, you fuck!” The bald thug lashed out at a display rack with the flat of his hand, pitching packets of energy pills across the counter and onto the floor. “Give him the money. Now! Before one of us blows your mother-fucking head off!

A new wave of panic rolled through Skye's body as she edged further away. Tyler had to be somewhere. He’d never run off voluntarily. She glanced past the surveillance camera to the far corner of the store and the convex mirror, which reflected the back section of the room.

There. Partially hidden behind the counter of the store's coffee bar in the back corner, a figure huddled on the floor. Tyler. Relief turned her limbs unsteady, but that relief mingled with a new fear. If she could see him in the mirror, the robbers could do the same.

“Where the hell do you think you're going?”

Skye jerked her gaze back to the acne-faced thug now glaring at her. She couldn't believe she'd dragged Tyler into this mess. “Nowhere.”

“Don't give me that shit. I saw you.”

“No. You've got it wrong.” She lifted her arms higher. “I didn't—” Horror strangled the rest of the words from her throat. Two brainless thugs weren't going to end her life and that of her son in some sick parody of random violence. Not when she'd managed to elude far smarter killers.

The thug lifted his gun and aimed at Skye's head. Her peripheral vision faded as she stared at the gun. It 
gleamed silver-gray beneath the florescent light. From this angle, she could see the man’s blunt, dirty fingers around the gun's handle. His index finger rested across the trigger, then flexed.

“Don't!” She dropped her hands and lurched to the side.

The thug pulled the trigger.

The gun jammed.

The thug tried again.

Again, nothing happened.

“Bitch!” The acne-faced thug hurled the gun at her and charged.

Tensing, Skye glanced at the display case of sunglasses and watched it tilt and crash in front of him. 

Unable to slow his momentum, he stumbled over the case. Plastic cracked. Metal twisted and bent. Hands outstretched, he fell, slamming his head and stomach into the case. Then he landed on the floor with a groan.

He didn't get up.

A gun blast ripped through the store. A bag of chips exploded by her head. Skye ducked. These guys weren't giving up. She scrambled wildly across the floor and glanced over her shoulder. As the bald robber fired at her and missed again, the clerk behind the counter bent down and came back up with a baseball bat.

The clerk swung. The metal bat smacked against the side of the bald robber's head with a sickening whack. The thug dropped to his knees and dove forward until his face slapped against the floor. He stayed down.

Skye gulped in a lungful of air, peered down the aisle to the security mirror and found Tyler still crouched behind the coffee bar. Thank God, he'd stayed hidden and hadn't tried to save her or the situation.

The clerk rubbed his palms against his shirt and glanced at the short robber sprawled on the floor by Skye’s feet before meeting her gaze. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah. Their guns.” Skye nodded in the direction where she'd seen the stocky man toss his. She wasn’t going to put her prints on anything. “You might want to get them before either one comes to.”

Not about to wait around for the police to arrive, Skye hurried to the counter where she'd seen Tyler in the surveillance mirror. With his arms wrapped around his drawn up knees, he huddled there on the floor. 
He wore a pair of beige shorts and a white t-shirt, neither of which showed signs of blood or tears.

Her baby was going to be okay. They both were.

A tide of relief washed over her, and with it, her legs started to shake beneath her weight. She caught the counter with one hand and took in a breath, forcing herself to calm down and focus. She couldn’t afford to react now. Maybe later when she was alone with her son safely asleep for the night.

Fear glittered in his large, brown eyes. “Are they—are they gone?”

She offered her hand and whispered, “They're unconscious, but we need to get out of here now. They might wake up at any second.”

Tyler jumped up and grabbed her hand. Silently, she guided him along the perimeter of the store and to the front entrance, avoiding both unconscious men.

“This security system's a piece of crap,” the clerk said into a phone as she and her son reached the door. 

“I hit the button ages ago and still no cop. I could be dead for all anyone cares.”

While the cashier, his attention focused on the two men sprawled across the floor, had his back to them, Skye eased open the front door with a shoulder and guided her son outside.

A hot July sun burned from above. Used to Boston's milder weather, Skye found the intense heat of Vegas daunting as she urged Tyler to hurry across the sidewalk.

Skye and her son made it to her truck. Once inside with the doors locked and her son buckled in his seat, Skye backed out and guided the truck onto the street. The air-conditioner blasted cold air against her bare arms as they headed west and away from the robbery, but she didn’t relax. The howl of a siren penetrated the truck's interior. The sound swelled, then slowly, surely, as Skye continued to put distance between themselves and the store, the siren’s wail dimmed and melded with the other city noises.

She glanced over at Tyler, who wiped a tear from his cheek with a forearm and exhaled in one, loud, ragged breath.

Guilt caught at her heart and twisted as she reached over and squeezed his arm. “We'll be okay.”

“You always say that.”

“Things will be different. You'll see.”

She knew couldn't blame Tyler for not believing her. Why would he? Nothing had changed these last two years. They were still not okay. Still moving from city to city with no stability or security.

Now this latest trauma.

Somehow Tyler had kept his head and known when to keep quiet. But then, he’d had experience on his side. Few adults—never mind nine-year-old kids—had to deal with what he’d been handed these last couple of years. Thank God they’d gotten out of there alive. She didn’t know what she would have done if Tyler—

No. She couldn't think that way. Instead, she’d focus on what she needed to do later in the week. Find the nerve to meet David Bishop and make that meeting look like a chance encounter. Thoughts about Bishop didn't make her feel better. The man was an enigma and could prove more dangerous than the thugs with a gun.

“I’m hungry,” Tyler complained.

“Then how about we get that hotdog I promised you?”

“I don’t want a hotdog anymore.”

Skye nodded in complete understanding. “I've got a better idea. Why don't we get something to eat at the Sphinx? Jamie will probably be working and we can say 'hi'. Sound good?”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll have a hotdog another time.”

But Skye didn’t think they'd want a hotdog any time soon. She’d always known they were unhealthy, but until today, she’d never thought of them as downright lethal.

Twenty-minutes later, Skye turned down Las Vegas Boulevard toward The Pharaoh, one of the larger, more prestigious casinos along the Las Vegas strip. Over a month now, she'd stayed there in a room with 
Tyler and watched one of the hotel's star attractions, David Bishop. Not the most ideal living conditions, but it beat the street.

After parking, they entered the casino and headed for the Sphinx on the second floor. They arrived before the dinner rush and the hostess immediately led them to a booth in Jamie's section. Tyler liked the place because two huge, but fake sarcophaguses stood on either side of the entrance and hieroglyphics filled the metallic gold walls. And of course, Jamie worked there.

“Well, who do we have here?” Jamie, tanned, bleached blonde, sleek and sexy in black pants and a low cut white blouse, grinned down at them. She leaned over and tweaked Tyler's chin with a knuckle. “Hey, sweet cheeks. I see you're looking as cute as ever.”

“Hi.” Tyler rolled his eyes and flushed before he ducked behind his menu.

Skye hid a smile. On some things, her son acted very normal.

 She opened her menu, looked at the items with little interest, then glanced up at Jamie. “How are your college classes going?”

“So far, so good.”

“Getting all As then?”

Jamie shrugged a shoulder, her gray eyes darkening. “It's expensive and harder than I thought. Then I made the stupid mistake of taking summer school, which is worse when it comes to cramming in homework, exams...”

Skye gave Jamie's an encouraging smile. “It'll get easier. Just give yourself more time, and you'll see. It's tough going back to school while raising a boy. I remember. At least for the most part, I wasn't doing it alone as a single mother.”

“But you are raising a child on your own now.”

“Yes, well, so I am.” Shifting in her seat, Skye cleared her throat and stared at her menu. “I guess we'll 
have pizza and ice water. Sound good to you, Ty?”

Above the menu, the top of Tyler's head nodded.

“Then pizza it is.” Jamie flapped her order pad at them before moving to a couple down the aisle.

After their pizza arrived, Skye took a bite, chewed and forced herself to swallow. Tyler's appetite looked as dismal as her own, the way he picked the pepperoni off his slice and piled them into a short tower on one side of his plate.

“I know how frightened you must have been at the store.”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Fine.” But Skye remembered other moments in their past when she hadn't been able to stop him from talking. My God, those days seemed more of a figment of someone else’s life.

Several minutes later, Jamie came over and placed the bill on the table by Skye. “I see the pizza wasn't much of a hit. Want me to box it up?”

Skye thought of the small refrigerator in their hotel room, but then she eyed the pizza's congealed cheese. “Maybe next time.”

“Can I pay the bill?”

Skye met Tyler's eager brown eyes, and then glanced around the restaurant with its open floor plan. The cash register, visible from their table, rested to the left of the restrooms, while the diners, tourists and little else, populated only a few tables. At least no one looked like some crazed wacko out to get them.

“Sure.” Amazing how confident she sounded. “Just don't wander off.”

Tyler rolled his eyes and scrambled from the table.

With a crease between her finely drawn brows, Jamie slipped into his vacant seat. “Hey, are you okay? I wanted to ask earlier, but Tyler was around.”

“I'm fine.” Skye didn't want to get into any detailed explanations. Yeah, she might look like the Grim Reaper from ducking a couple of bullets, but no one else needed to know it. She wanted her life to stay private—one of the reasons why she'd slipped from the store before the police arrived.

“Well, you don't look good. You couldn't get much whiter when you first walked in, and right now your color isn't much better.” Jamie tapped a manicured nail against the table. “You know, if you're worried about being low on cash, that offer still stands. With your looks, Roger'll hire you on the spot. You could bring in some decent money. The tips are real good here, even better when the customers have had a couple of drinks.”

“No thanks. I'm fine right now.”

“Hey, if I could make a living off gambling, I'd be doing the same. I've met a few pros in my time, but they always seemed to have a cigar in one hand and a drink in the other.”

“I've never liked cigars.”

Jamie winked. “Oh, it depends on where you put them.”

Skye lifted a brow.

Jamie laughed, a loud, full-bodied sound Skye suspected turned many a male head if her figure and face didn't do it on the first look.

When Jamie started to rise, Skye said, “Oh, while I've got you here, I wanted to ask you for a favor.”

Jamie sank back down. “Shoot.”

Skye tensed. 'Shoot' wasn't exactly a word she appreciated at the moment. “Can you watch Tyler later this week? I forget which night you're off.”

“Crap, I have a hard enough time remembering myself with the way Roger changes the schedule all over the place. But if my mind hasn't completely gone down the toilet, I've got Thursday off.” She stood and brushed the creases from her pants. “You know, I'm always happy to have Tyler come over. He's like my very own babysitter. With him around, I don't have to constantly entertain Houston and keep him away from the video games.”

“Thanks. It means a lot.” Far more than Skye was willing to admit aloud. When it came to having her son in a safe, secure environment, she'd lucked out at finding Jamie, a woman who dripped ‘normal’ in every aspect of her life—something Skye envied, craved and hoped to somehow achieve.

“You betcha,” Jamie said and walked away to take care of a customer.

Skye sighed. Thursday might turn out to be the night she finally faced David Bishop—something she dreaded, yet desperately needed. The evening would also bring in some cash—just in time to pay for their room and keep Tyler and herself off the street for another month.

But she was too exhausted to think about that now, and because Tyler was equally exhausted, they went up to their room on the eighth floor and stayed there for the remainder of the evening. After she finished taking a quick shower, she stepped from the bathroom and into the adjoining room to find Tyler on her bed in a position much like a mummy inside one of the sarcophaguses he found so fascinating. The blue-white tint of the television cast an eerie glow across the room and Tyler's inscrutable features.

She frowned. “Is everything okay?”

“Can I sleep with you, tonight?”

She glanced at the two queen-sized beds. Merely feet separated the two. Then memories, violent and vivid, flooded Skye's mind. The gunshots, the anger and rage from both robbers, the possibility of dying—all traumatic for an adult, never mind a nine-year-old boy.

“Of course.”

“And can we keep the TV on?”

“I don't have a problem with that.” She put her dirty clothes in a bag inside the hotel's bureau. “I wanted to tell you how proud I was of you and how you reacted.”

“I didn't do anything.”

“I know, but you were—”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

Skye nodded abruptly, unable to shake off the savage prongs of guilt. Too many times she’d thrust Tyler into situations he had no business being a participant in, no matter how coincidental. “But you do know 
I'm here if—”

“I said—”

“Okay. Okay. I'll drop the subject.” But one of these days, she wasn't going to be dismissed.

Skye slipped under the covers beside Tyler. With tentative fingers, she clasped his hand. Suddenly, he rolled toward her and wrapped his arms around her in a fierce hug. Skye cupped his head against her shoulder and held on. Beneath the television's blue-white glow, she lay silent, still, too afraid to move for fear he would turn away.

Skye's throat thickened and a band of emotion tightened around her chest as she inhaled his distinct scent of soap and vanilla. The baby powder days were long gone. Even the hugs and kisses seemed to be fading.

After a while, his hold slackened and his breathing slowed. When she feathered his bangs from his brow, his nose twitched and he snuggled deeper against her side. Knowing this closeness would disappear with tomorrow's dawn, she cherished the touch of his breath on her neck, the weight and warmth of his head against the crook of her shoulder. As her limbs grew languid with exhaustion, Skye realized what life was all about.

Love.

But at twenty-nine, she'd also learned love came with a price.

Review:

            Interesting story.  The tension between the two leads was fabulous.  I really enjoyed the story.

I give this book 4 out of 5 clouds.


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Friday, July 12, 2013

Book Review of Cassie Scot: ParaNormal Detective (Book 1)



Book Review of Cassie Scot:
ParaNormal Detective (Book 1)
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Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: Twilight Times Books
Release Date: May 15, 2013


Blurb : 

 

 Cassie Scot is the ungifted daughter of powerful sorcerers, born between worlds but belonging to neither. At 21, all she wants is to find a place for herself, but earning a living as a private investigator in the shadow of her family’s reputation isn’t easy. When she is pulled into a paranormal investigation, and tempted by a powerful and handsome sorcerer, she will have to decide where she truly belongs.



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Christine Amsden has been writing science fiction and fantasy for as long as she can remember. She loves to write and it is her dream that others will be inspired by this love and by her stories. Speculative fiction is fun, magical, and imaginative but great speculative fiction is about real people defining themselves through extraordinary situations. Christine writes primarily about people and it is in this way that she strives to make science fiction and fantasy meaningful for everyone.

At the age of 16, Christine was diagnosed with Stargardt’s Disease, a condition that effects the retina and causes a loss of central vision. She is now legally blind, but has not let this slow her down or get in the way of her dreams. (You can learn more here.)
In addition to writing, Christine teaches workshops on writing at Savvy Authors. She also does some freelance editing work.

Christine currently lives in the Kansas City area with her husband, Austin, who has been her biggest fan and the key to her success. They have two beautiful children, Drake and Celeste.

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Excerpt:

Cassie Scot Blogs

#1

Cassie Scot: Normal Detective
Mini-Story

Last night, I was just about to close up and go home for the day when an old woman walked into my office with a cat carrier. Inside the carrier, a black cat hissed and yowled. I suppose I would have felt that way too, if someone had locked me inside a little cage. I felt instant sympathy for the cat. Not so much for the old lady.

“Cassandra Scot?” she asked.

“Cassie,” I corrected automatically. Only my parents called me Cassandra.

“I knew your grandparents.”

I tried not to groan. My grandparents had been highly respected sorcerers until they died in a lab explosion a few years back. I never knew what they had been working on, but since that day there has been a swirling vortex in the lab.

Don't ask – I really have no idea.

“Have we met?” I asked.

“Miranda Cleaver. Mrs. Cleaver.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Cleaver.”

If she heard my sarcastic emphasis on the honorific, she didn't mention it.

“Your grandparents used to set wards in my house to keep the demons out,” Mrs. Cleaver said. “Since they've died, the wards have failed. There are now demons running amuck in my house, and Sylvie – my poor cat – has been possessed by the devil.”

“I... see.” What was I supposed to say? She had just walked past a sign proclaiming, “Cassie Scot: Normal Detective.”

“I read your web site,” Mrs. Cleaver said.

“Really? Did you see my list of services and exemptions?”

“Of course.”

“So what do you need?”

“An exorcism. I told you, Sylvie is possessed by the devil.”

I glanced again at the hissing cat, whose yellow eyes shone with very typical feline anger. “I don't do exorcisms. It was listed under exemptions.”

“But you're Cassandra Scot, aren't you?”

“Cassie.”

“Your parents are Edward ans Sheila Scot?”

“Yes.” I felt my face burning. Just because I had powerful sorcerers for parents, didn't mean I was one as well. Okay, so it wasn't just my parents – it was my grandparents, aunt, uncles, cousins, brothers, and sisters. Still, there had to be a second cousin out there somewhere without any magic at all.

Why couldn't people just read the sign?

“Well, then.” She sounded as if the whole matter were settled. She plunked the carrier on my desk and took a vacant chair in front. “I went to your father first. Your grandparents always told me to go to him if I needed anything after they were gone. Your father said you were ideally suited for this sort of work.”

“He did?” My dad wasn't above a practical joke, but this sounded more like something my brother would do. My brother, who looked more like Dad's twin that his son, thanks to Dad's egregious use of youthening potions.

“Nicolas,” I muttered under my breath. “This is war.”

“What's that, dear?”

“Why don't I take a quick look at the cat?”

“Of course, dear.” Mrs. Cleaver clearly had not expected any other result.

I opened the door to the cage, but carefully did not reach my hand inside. The cat stopped hissing. After a moment or two, it poked its nose outside the cage, sniffing the air. Then it stepped outside.

That's when I noticed how very pregnant Sylvie was.

“She needs to see a vet,” I said. “She's going to have kittens.”

“I know. Little demons. It never used to happen when your grandparents were alive.”

“I... see.” I seemed to be saying that a lot. “You know what? I think I'll need to keep her for a few days. I'll call you when she's free of the... demon.”

“You will?” Mrs. Cleaver's eyes shone with relief. Crazy or not, I knew I'd said the right thing. “How much will it cost? I don't have a lot of money.”

“Don't worry about it.”

“I really must pay you.” She dug through her beaded handbag, closing her fist around a bill, which she handed to me with the air of someone bestowing a treat on a young child. “Thank you so much.”

I watched in bemusement as she walked out the door, leaving me to deal with the pregnant cat. I figured I'd take Sylvie home to my sister, Juliana, a gifted healer. She had been begging our parents for a cat lately, anyway.

As soon as the door closed behind the old lady, I glanced at the bill she had pressed into my hands. A single dollar. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.

At least my parents are rich.

“This is the last paranormal case I'm taking though,” I said to whoever might be listening.

Sylvie meowed. I think she new I was kidding myself.
#2
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A couple of years ago, when I was attending a local junior college, I had a friend named Jen who loved to read fantasy novels. Despite her best efforts, she never got me to read them, but she loved to tell me all about the adventures of sword and sorcery and, to a lesser extent, tales of modern fantasy.

I told her stories about my family, too. On more than one occasion she would burst out laughing and tell me I ought to write my ideas down.

I guess she never actually believed that I come from a long line of sorcerers. Considering how normal I turned out, I suppose I can't blame her.

One day, as we were chatting after class, my mom sent me a text message asking if I could pick up a couple dozen eggs on the way home from school. I mentioned the message to Jen, who got an oddly pensive look on her face. Then she said, “If your mom's a sorcerer, why's she texting you?”

I drew a blank. “Because she's out of eggs?”

“No,” Jen said, “I mean, doesn't magic cause modern things to break or something?”

“Why would it do that?” I suspected that whatever she was on about had something to do with the books she liked to read. Though I'd never been interested in those types of stories myself, I was truly intrigued by the idea that magic and modern technology might not work well together.

“Well, because magical energy and things like electricity might interfere with one another.”

“You are aware that our bodies send out lots of electrical impulses, right? I mean, it's just a force of nature, like heat or sound.” I was picturing someone having a heart attack every time they managed to cast a spell.

Jen frowned. “I hadn't thought of that. I guess it's not electricity, then, just modern gadgets.”

“So what, anything invented after 1353?”

“All right, all right, I get it,” Jen said. “But why would a sorcerer use a text message when she'd have magical alternatives?”

“You mean, like a journey book, where she writes a message on her end and it shows up on mine?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Well,” I said, drawing out the answer for effect, “I guess it's because a journey book requires human blood and the cell phone company just wants a two year contract and a monthly service fee.”

#3
How I Met Cassie

Cassie came to me, I didn’t go to her. 

I finished The Immortality Virus late in the fall of 2008, and though I took pride in my second novel, I felt worn out (creatively). When the new year came, bringing with it the opportunity for all kinds of writerly resolutions, I decided I needed to take the year off. I would read, blog, journal, but otherwise give my muse time to heal.

I didn’t make it a year. It turns out, I really am a writer. Writers write. We can’t not write. Taking the pressure off my muse did turn out to have been a great idea, but putting a time frame on it was a bit naive. 

Cassie came to me in mid-February, as I played on the floor with me (then) 9-month-old daughter. I won’t go so far as to say she popped into my head fully formed, but it was close. I sat bolt upright, my eyes probably doing that cartoon bulge, as a light bulb appeared over my head. 

What if… What if the hero of a fantasy story was the only one in it without magic? 

I wrote the first line of the story as soon as my daughter went down for a nap. It read: “My parents think the longer the name, the more powerful the sorcerer, so they named me Nicolas Merlin Apollonius Roger Scot. You can call me Nick.”

Okay, so it needed work. It didn’t take me long to realize I wanted a female heroine. Nicolas (who does not go by Nick and might set you on fire if you tried) became the oldest of Cassie’s siblings.

After that, Cassie told me new things about herself every day. I had a rough draft by the end of June.

#4
Evan Blackwood Character Interview

My name is Christine Amsden, author of the new urban fantasy novel Cassie Scot: ParaNormal Detective. This first volume in a (completed) four-part series introduces us to Cassie, the ungifted daughter of powerful sorcerers. Amidst mystery, romance, and family feuds, this "new adult" series shows us that there are many types of strength, and many ways to be a hero.

With me today is a more traditional hero from the novel. It is my great pleasure to welcome Evan Blackwood, a young sorcerer with a great deal of talent and potential. Plus, he's really good looking, even if I did create him myself! :)

The 21-year-old Evan hails from Eagle Rock, MO, where the existence of magic is accepted, if not exactly understood. Evan, like most sorcerers in the area, is tight-lipped when it comes to what he can do and how powerful he is, but he graciously agreed to talk to me as long as I don't try to pry into his family secrets.

Christine: Evan, thank you for being here. I understand you've known our heroine, Cassie, for a long time. How did you two meet?

Evan: Cassie and I met in the first grade. I had never been to school or spent much time around other kids, and I made a fool of myself. She helped me out. Took me on as a project, you could say. That's sort of her style.

Christine: Did you know at the time that your fathers were enemies?

Evan: No. I was six, and I don't think I was that aware of what my father did unless it had something to do with me. He told me later in the year, but by then it was way too late.

Christine: So you and Cassie have remained friends this whole time?

Evan: Sort of. Things got a little awkward after I accidentally sent  Paul Ellerson to the hospital. She never said so, but I think she was a little afraid of me after that. She was hardly alone. She got over it, but between that and some rumors that started flying around about me, we weren't quite as close in high school as we were before.

Christine: Are you talking about the rumors that you cast love spells?

Evan: (Glares) Yes. Those rumors.

Christine: Sorry. Sore spot. I assume they weren't true?

Evan: Do you have any other question?

Christine: Where have you been for the past three years? After high school, you kind of fell off the map.

Evan: Magical apprenticeship. Henry Wolf took me on.

Christine: Henry Wolf? Isn't he a little crazy? Lives in a cabin in the woods with no running water or electricity?

Evan: He's brilliant. He just thinks modern gizmos interfere with magic.

Christine: Is that true?

Evan: The first thing I'm going to do when I finish my apprenticeship is buy a cell phone. Then watch movies, starting with the Star Wars trilogy. The original trilogy, not the prequels.

Christine: Why do you like Star Wars so much?

Evan: It's a great fantasy. Good on one side. Evil on the other. I wish the real world was so easy to figure out.

Christine: Is there anything in particular you're trying to figure out?

Evan: Lost of things. But mostly, I worry because of the way my father and Cassie's father hate one another. They both think they're right and the other is wrong. I suppose I should side with my family and I do, but I wish I didn't have to pick a side at all.

Christine: Because you're in love with Cassie?

Evan: I didn't say that.

Christine: No, of course not. So, what are your future plans? After you watch Star Wars, that is?

Evan: I want to do some good in the world. I've got a few ideas, but nothing concrete yet. There are a few things I need to work out first.

Christine: And those few things are...?

Evan: Private.

Christine: I see. And I will leave you to that privacy, but first I have one last question. Is there any advice you would be willing to give us about how to deal with sorcerers?

Evan: Don't.

Christine: What if we can't avoid it?

Evan: (Pauses) Ivy. Plant some ivy to protect your home. And don't leave any blood lying around.

Christine: Those sound like good tips. Thank you for sharing your secrets.

Evan: They aren't secrets. You can learn some basic magical self-protection on the Internet. Although there's a lot of crazy stuff, too.

Christine: Any way to know the difference?

Evan: For the average person? Not really. But the average person probably isn't going to be in danger. It's far worse if you have a tiny bit of talent you don't know what to do with.

Christine: That sounds like something we should talk about when the next book comes out. I hope we'll see you back then.

Evan: Wait. What happens in the next book?

Christine: Don't worry about it. You've got to survive the first book first.

Evan: My grandmother is a seer, you know.

Christine: I know. I created her, too. But there are so many possible futures, I don't know how much she'll be able to help you. I did rewrite the series several times, after all.

Evan: (Glares again) I got to go. Master Wolf is calling me.

Christine: Well then, you'd better go. Thank you so much for being here with me today.

Evan: You aren't going to hurt Cassie, are you?

Christine: Henry Wolf is calling you.

Evan: All right, but for the record, we're not done.

Christine: Absolutely not.
#5
Cassie Scot: Looking Forward

When I talk about Cassie Scot I'm usually not talking about the book, Cassie Scot: ParaNormal Detective. I'm usually talking about the entire series. This is my third book, but my first series, so it has been an interesting adjustment for me. In my mind, Cassie's story is complete, even though for the reader it has barely begun.

In fact, Cassie's story is complete. There are four volumes in the series, all written, all under contract, and all pending release within the next year or so. Each of the volumes is framed by a self-contained mystery, which should give the reader some sense of closure at the end. Personal, romantic, and familial problems remain, however, and these issues are what I think of as Cassie's story. The first book is about Cassie solving a murder/missing person mystery. The series is about Cassie discovering who she is and what she wants. I suppose that part doesn't play as well in a teaser, but I think it's relevant. To some extent, we all strive to figure out who we are and how to accept ourselves. This is never more true than when faced with the disapproval or disappointment of parents – something Cassie knows all-too well.

Cassie isn't the only one going through a period of self-discovery. To a lesser extent Evan Blackwood is trying to figure out who he is and what he wants. Well, he's sure about one thing – and if you've read the epilogue to book one you know what that is. He's confused about much of the rest. In stark contrast to Cassie, Evan has a lot of magical power and he doesn't want to be like his father – using that power for his own wealth/comfort and little else. At the same time, Evan is used to getting his way and he has the power to take most of what he wants. On the surface this may seem like a good thing, but in Secrets and Lies, book two in the Cassie Scot series, he will learn differently. It was a challenge to show him going through this sort of transformation from Cassie's point of view, but I hope the reader sees it.

When I look at the series as a whole, one of the choices I have often found myself questioning is the use of vampires in the first book. This may seem like an odd thing to say. I mean, it's urban fantasy. Of course it has vampires! Well...

I didn't plan to write the first book right away. In those early weeks, I thought I would write a long short story or novella as a sort of proof of concept. There were a lot of important details popping around in my mind – Cassie character, her family, the town, the rules of magic, the love interest – somewhere in the middle of all that I decided to test the waters with vampires because it's simple. Everyone knows them. They don't require a lot of thought. I don't know when they became permanent, but somewhere along the line I knew I was writing a whole novel instead of a short story, and by then the plot had stuck.

Vampires are not at all important to the overall story. It's not the last you'll see of them, but they don't have a huge part to play. If you're a vampire fan, sorry, but hopefully you love Cassie enough to stick with her. Those who are sick of vampires in fantasy, bear with me. And know that these vampires are Stoker-esque (and not even a little bit sparkly :) ).

“There is nothing so evil in the world as what humans can do to one another.” – Edward Scot (Cassie's father). This may have almost seemed like a throwaway comment in book one, but it wasn't. It definitely becomes important later on, and it's something I firmly believe. I've never thought fantasy novels needed literal demons to fight. Give a human being power, and let's see what he decides to do with it. History has shown us that it isn't always pretty.

The last time I revised the first book in this series, I had completed the final volume. This means that I had my plan fully formed and implemented. There are a couple of little things in the first book that you probably won't even think about unless you go back and reread it sometime after you finish the series. Then you'll think, “Oh, she did have a plan!”

I love it when authors do that. I hope I've pulled it off to your satisfaction as well.

Book Two Teasers:

1. Cassie is going to learn something very important about her mother that she never knew.
2. Kaitlin and Madison will take on bigger roles, and each will develop a problem of her own.
3. Edward Scot (Cassie's dad) and Victor Blackwood (Evan's dad) will come face to face. Their mutual enmity will not be in doubt.
4. The reader will learn one more of the reasons why Edward hates Victor.
5. The mystery will be the search for two teenage girls who went missing from a summer camp.
6. The life debt Cassie owes Evan will be a big deal.
#6
Judging a Book by its Cover:
Reflections on the Cassie Scot Cover

Whether they should be or not, books are judged by their covers. Cover artwork is the first and most prominent representation of a book and as we all know, a picture is worth a thousand words. (It's a cliché for a reason!) As an avid reader I understand the reality. As an author I confess that it feels weird to have my art (the story itself) judged by someone else's art (a cover picture).

Let me start by saying that I don't create my own covers. Most authors don't. Most of us have little control over them, although I'm happy to say that my publisher gives me more input than usual.

The cover art for Cassie Scot was painted by Ural Akyuz. Wait, painted? Yes, that's right. If this cover strikes you as a bit different from other urban fantasy novels then that's probably because the popular trend these days is for photo manipulation. This style does create striking, vivid, even beautiful images, but I confess that I've got a soft spot for handcrafted art. Photographs are almost too perfect. Paintings leave me with a sense of the abstract. This seems particularly fitting since the title, with the “para” in “paranormal” struck through, is also abstract.

I really like the cover for this book. I didn't care for the cover for my last book, The Immortality Virus, so this is something of a relief! It has also been something of a relief that the response to the cover artwork from the public has been generally positive. I've seen one naysayer (that doesn't mean there aren't more) who thought the cover looks dull compared to others in the same genre. Well, like I said, we didn't do the photo manipulation for this project. If you're in love with that style, this may seem a little dull. I prefer to think of it as different, but to each his own. :)

In case the picture isn't giving you a thousand words, here are a few hundred more to help fill in the details for you:

The woman on the cover is Cassie, more or less as I envisioned her when I wrote her. I even provided the artist with a link to a picture of the outfit she is wearing, though he adjusted the color to better suit the background. She’s looking off into the distance, thinking of… well, any number of things. This series is written in the first person, and a lot of it takes place inside Cassie’s head. There is a mystery, some romance, and even a bit of action, but her own desire to be something more than she is drives the story. It will drive the entire series, actually, only resolving in the final volume.

There is a glow coming from the lake, one the crescent moon can’t fully account for. This is an abstract, a representation of a source of magic that Cassie can’t see and is therefore not looking at, though she knows it’s there somewhere. It is intentionally subtle, and I don’t expect readers to pick up on it. It’s enough that I know it’s there, and if you care to buy into it, then so do you.

Mostly though what I asked for, and what I got, was lovely cover art. There is some darkness in this story, but it is full of light, life, and hope. The leaves are green, the plants are in bloom, and Cassie has a snapdragon tucked behind her ear.

The body of water in the background is Table Rock Lake, a man-made lake that stretches for many miles through southern Missouri and Northern Arkansas. The story takes place in a fictionalized town called Eagle Rock, MO, a tourist town on Table Rock Lake in the Ozark Mountains.

There is a real Eagle Rock, by the way. An old friend of my grandfather’s used to live there years ago, and my family visited him when I was a child. He would take us out on the lake on his motor boat. I can’t remember exactly what made me think to use the town’s name and location for this story, but I assure you, it is fictionalized. The real Eagle Rock has a population of 1 or 2 dozen people, and if you blink driving through, you’ll miss it. It was a beautiful area, though, and going with the advice “write what you know,” I decided it would suit this story nicely.

Ural Akyutz should be available to do the artwork for the rest of the series, which will give the books a consistent look and feel. I was nervous while waiting for the cover artwork for this book – more anxious nervous than excited nervous because of the experience I'd had with The Immortality Virus. Now as I anticipate the cover artwork for Secrets and Lies, the second book in the Cassie Scot series, I am excited anxious.

It still feels weird to have my story judged by Ural's artwork, but I stand behind it. I've used the cover artwork on facebook, twitter, google+, and have it printed on the bookmarks I hand out to readers I meet in person.


Review:

This book was fabulous.  I loved it. Imagine being the only person in your family who couldn’t do magic…when magic was what your family did… in a big way.  Cassie deals with it by being sarcastic, irascible, irritating, and totally loveable.

I totally loved these characters and the scrapes they got into.

I give this book 5 out of 5 clouds and look forward to more books.


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