Today I have a super-short interview with Christine Amsden – along with book blurbs and an excerpt from Book One. She’s the author of The Cassie Scot Series that includes paranormal/urban fantasy romantic mystery novels Cassie Scot, Paranormal Detective and Secrets and Lies.
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author Christine Amsden has written stories since she was eight, always with a
touch of the strange or unusual. She became a “serious” writer in 2003, after
attending a boot camp with Orson Scott Card. She finished Touch of Fate shortly
afterward, then penned The Immortality Virus, which won two awards. Expect many
more titles by this up-and-coming author.
– Cassie Scot: Paranormal Detective
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.
– Secrets and Lies
Scot, still stinging from her parents’ betrayal, wants out of the magical
world. But it isn’t letting her go. Her family is falling apart and despite
everything, it looks like she may be the only one who can save them.
To complicate matters, Cassie owes Evan her life, making it difficult for her
to deny him anything he really wants. And he wants her. Sparks fly when they
team up to find two girls missing from summer camp, but long-buried secrets may
ruin their hopes for happiness.
– Cassie Scot: Paranormal Detective:
we went back downstairs, I noticed a door leading to a screened-in back porch
and started to turn the handle when my hand froze on the doorknob. My whole
body stiffened, and my mouth went dry, so it took me several tries to alert
Evan to what I’d seen.
found her,” I finally managed, in barely a whisper.
Hastings, Evan’s sixteen-year-old cousin, lay in a pool of her own blood, eyes
vacant and staring. Her hair had been a rich, luminous brown but was now matted
with blood. It looked as if her throat had been torn out.
The cry tore from his throat and before I had a chance to stop him, Evan was
inside the room and leaning over the body, looking for any sign of life, and
probably destroying any trace evidence the police might have collected. But I
couldn’t blame him. I would have reacted precisely the same way, if it had been
my family. As it was, I had to wipe away tears before I could get to my phone
and call the sheriff. The need for secrecy had passed.
department, this is Jane Conway.”
it’s Cassie. You need to get out to Belinda Hewitt’s house right away. There’s
been a murder.” I hung up before she could ask for more details.
Evan rose to his feet and made his way back into the house with me. He had
smeared the blood and left footprints on the floor, but somehow none of it had
ended up on him. Or if it had, then he had some way of removing it.
police are on their way,” I said, not sure if he would be upset with me for
calling. Probably not. He looked too shocked to care.
He leaned against a wall and closed his eyes.
should call your uncle.”
I borrow your phone?” Evan asked. “Master Wolf doesn’t believe in phones.”
like it was two years ago?
bit. It evolves. My youngest is in kindergarten now which gives me more time
during the day. I’ve used that time to take on freelance editing/mentoring jobs
to help support my writing career. That wasn’t true two years ago.
My imagination led more to story-telling from an early age.
afraid of anything that buzzes, especially if it gets too close. I got stung by
a wasp on a canoe trip when I was a kid, miles upriver from anyplace we could
stop for help. My face swelled up like a balloon and it was probably the most
miserable afternoon of my life.
My limbs remain intact. (Knock on wood.)