Uncaged: Can you tell readers more about the Cassie Scot series? With 7 books in this world, are you still planning on more?

Cassie Scot began as the only “normal” member of a magical family, desperate to find a place for herself. I was inspired by the wave of strong female heroines with tremendous superpowers, but I wanted to do something a little different. I wanted to show that there is more than one way to be a hero, and that even those of us who don’t have (or more likely, don’t think we have) special skills can make a difference.

There were only going to be 4. The original quartet, in my opinion, tells a complete story. Then Cassie’s two best friends took on a life of their own each demanded a book of her own. As for book 7, it begins with the line:

Apparently, life doesn’t end when you get married.

Cassie kept on talking to me, even after I “finished” writing her story, and basically, I let her talk. I do have two more books planned after this one, a second trilogy that will all tie together. That should be it, but I said the same thing after book 4 so no promises!

Uncaged: What do you have coming up next that you can tell us about?

I have a lot on my plate right now, all in various stages of completion.

1. Metamorphosis is the story of a woman who finds herself pregnant despite not having done anything to get herself that way. I’m calling the genre alien fantasy (urban fantasy with aliens). The tone and the style should remind readers a lot of Cassie Scot, even though the situation and challenges are different. The story is set in a completely new world, and will being a new series. It’s FINISHED but is sitting in limbo while I decide how to publish it.

2. Playing God is, on a very, very superficial level, an Anastasia retelling, but in reality it’s a layered story that is hard to pin down in terms of genre. (I’m sure my publicists will help me do that when the time comes!) Relationships and family dynamics play a huge role in this book, which will appeal to a lot of Cassie Scot fans, but the tone is darker and more serious. This book is drafted but still needs significant revision. I am hoping to have something editable by the end of 2018. This, too, will begin a series.

3. Forgotten Magic is book 8 in the Cassie Scot series. I have a complete rough draft, but it needs revision. I am also hoping to have this finished by the end of 2018. This is likely to be my next published book.

4. The Seer’s Fate is a novella set in the Cassie Scot universe. It’s a short romance between Adam Scot (Cassie’s younger brother) and a young seer. It’s almost done, and it stands alone.

Uncaged: Can you tell people more about what Speculative fiction is? What inspires you to write?

To me, speculative fiction is about real people defining themselves through extraordinary situations. It’s fun, imaginative, and magical, but at the core of every great story is a great character. And for me, real life has sometimes been challenging to write about. Every once in a while I consider telling the story of some defining moment in my life – what it was like to watch the world fade from sharp details to colorful blurs, for instance. (I’m legally blind.) I can’t seem to tell the story of a girl with limited vision in a visual world, but I can, for instance, tell the story of a girl with no magic in a magical world.

Uncaged: Are you nervous, scared or excited (or all three) when you release a new book?

All three, definitely! To tell you the truth, I’m useless during the month of a book release. When I’m thinking ahead, I try to clear my schedule of any creative work, leaving only business and marketing tasks. When those first reviews come in, my heart is somewhere in the region of my stomach and for a minute I’m sure – despite all evidence to the contrary – that this is it. This is the one that’s going to bomb. Everyone’s going to hate it. And then… wow! With Frozen, the first reviews universally claimed that it was my best book yet and suddenly I’m in the clouds. That’s right. I knew it all along. I wasn’t scared. 🙂

Uncaged: Do you read your reviews? What do you take away from them?

I read the good reviews. Basically, anything with a four of five-star rating is fair game. Three stars… depends on my mood. Luckily, I don’t get many bad reviews, but I did learn early on that it doesn’t help to read a bad review. These are usually people who didn’t connect with the material, and that’s going to happen.

That connection is what I’m looking for when I read reviews. Writing is, ultimately, a communication art, and communication goes both ways. I learn a lot from reading reviews because in the end, every book exists in three separate modes: The story in my head, the story on the page, and the story in your (the reader’s) head. The story can look surprisingly different in each of the modes, so seeing that feedback from the reader helps me rediscover the story in a whole new light.

Uncaged: What is one of the nicest things someone has said to you about your books?

I had a fan tell me once that Cassie Scot helped her get through Chemo treatments. Enough said!

Uncaged: What is your favorite parts about being an author? What have you found to be the least favorite?

I love the writing itself most of all, especially on those days when I lose myself to a scene. Not all days are like that, but I take a lot of satisfaction from conquering those challenging scenes too.

I love hearing from fans, whether by e-mail or Facebook or at a con. On those days when I start wondering what it’s all for, reader feedback reminds me that I’ve touched people’s lives.

Marketing is often frustrating for me. I’m not naturally good at it, and sometimes I feel like it’s taking away from what I really want to do, which is write! I have recently hired a new publicity team that I believe will help shoulder some of the burden and leave me to do what I do best.

Uncaged: What do you like to do when you aren’t writing? Where is one of your favorite places on Earth?

I take daily walks and do yoga (almost) every day to keep my emotionally grounded and physically fit.

I love playing games, especially of the board or role-playing variety. I currently own nearly 200 board games.

I recently began practicing martial arts with my family, so you’ll find me at the dojo three times a week. I’m currently a blue belt (low intermediate).

My favorite place on Earth is wherever my family is.

Uncaged: What can you tell us that is very unique about you?

I developed Stargardt Disease around the age of sixteen. Sometimes also called Juvenile Macular Degeneration, this gradually causes a loss of central vision and a corresponding visual acuity of somewhere between 20/200 and 20/400 (legally blind). Since it does not impact peripheral vision, it does not cause total blindness. Still, everything’s blurry and I’m drafting this in 36-point font.

Despite this, I am an author and an editor. By increasing the font size of a manuscript, I am capable of doing both developmental editing and copyediting. I prefer developmental editing, but mostly because it’s more fun.

Uncaged: What would you like to say to fans, and where can they follow you?

Thank you. First, for giving me a chance. I know that picking up a new, untried author is a risk. Second, for telling your friends about me, because it’s always easier to give a new author a chance if someone you know says you should.

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.

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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Cassie Scot
Christine Amsden
New Adult/Paranormal/Fantasy

She was born into magic, but she has none of her own…

Cassie Scot is the normal daughter of powerful sorcerers, born between worlds but belonging to neither. She strives to find a place for herself, but living in the shadow of her family’s reputation isn’t easy. All she wants is a nice, normal job, but her dreams of independence from magic are threatened when she stumbles upon the gruesome body of sixteen-year-old Nancy Hastings.

Cassie is plunged into a paranormal investigation which gets her tangled up with the victim’s powerful family, the Blackwoods. Dark, dangerous, and handsome Evan Blackwood tempts Cassie deeper into a world she seeks to escape. Yet Evan – and magic itself – may not be ready to let her go.

Excerpt

My parents think the longer the name, the more powerful the sorcerer, so they named me Cassandra Morgan Ursula Margaret Scot. You can call me Cassie.
I’ve been called a lot of things in my life: normal, ordinary, and even a disappointment. After the Harry Potter books came out, a couple of people called me a squib. Since I haven’t read them, I have to assume it’s a compliment.
Personally, I prefer normal, which is why the sign on my office door reads: Cassie Scot, Normal Detective.
You have to understand that around here, when your last name is Scot, people are easily confused. Not only are my parents powerful practitioners, but I have six talented brothers and sisters. Plus, my family hasn’t always been known for its subtlety. When weird stuff happens around here, the people who are willing to believe in magic are prone to suspect the Scots.
The day I opened for business I got a call from an old woman who swore her cat was possessed by the devil. She also swore she’d read my web site, which clearly stated the types of work I did and did not do. Exorcisms were on the No list, and while I hadn’t specified pet exorcisms, I would have thought it was implicit.
After that auspicious beginning, things went downhill. It seemed people weren’t entirely convinced an associates’ degree and six months as a deputy with the local sheriff’s department was quite enough to fly solo. I did receive three calls from people asking me to cast spells to look for lost items, two from people in search of love potions, and two from a pair of neighbors who each wanted me to curse the other. I thought I’d hit bottom, when a ten-year-old boy wandered into my office one afternoon and asked me to help him summon Cthulhu.
It was a near thing, but I managed to rein in my sarcasm long enough to explain the difference between the real world and horror worlds created by early 20th century authors. He seemed more or less convinced until my brother, Nicolas, came in and started juggling fireballs. Kind of walked all over my point there. He’s a terrible showoff; thinks it helps him with women. For some reason, it does.
Sheriff David Adams, my old boss, stopped by once every couple of weeks to “check in on me” and offer me my old job back, but I always turned him down. It’s not that I disliked working for him. In fact, he was a great boss and a good person, albeit in a little over his head. Eagle Rock, Missouri and the surrounding areas have more than their fair share of strange and unexplained cases. I would even say that I took the job hoping to use my better-than-average knowledge of the paranormal to help protect the innocent, but in the end, those cases only served to remind me that despite my magical connections, I, too, was in over my head.
So I quit. I got my private license, rented an office, and installed a frosted-glass door like in the old movies, then I furnished it with the sort of busted up furniture that costs an arm and a leg to make look just right. The old wooden filing cabinets behind the desk and the office chairs in front came from estate sales, but I finished the desk myself. It was a beautiful piece of lacquered mahogany before my hammer and screwdriver got through with it. I did that just after the cat exorcism call. It was rather therapeutic.
By the door stood an old wooden hat and coat rack, while a nearby table held a coffee maker, compliments of my father. I don’t actually drink coffee, but Dad told me to have some for my customers, so I brewed a pot every morning while I waited for my tea to steep.
It was June seventh, a Monday. I’d spent six months in that office, going in to work at eight o’clock, breaking for lunch at noon, then going home at five. That day started like all the others. I updated my Facebook page to say that I was at work and feeling happy, though that last was a lie. I checked a few of my favorite blogs, posted a couple of comments that I’m sure were witty and insightful (though I suspect no one read them), and twittered that I’d just posted the comments to the blogs. After that, I picked up my kindle and buried myself in some mystery novel I’d already solved by page thirty seven.
When the door opened, I was sure it would be Sheriff Adams, in for his bi-weekly chat. As the months wore on with no sign of a client, it was becoming harder to politely turn him away. In recent weeks, my replies had become more blunt, bordering on rude. I’d really hoped he wouldn’t come around that day, on my half year anniversary, but just in case he did, I had come up with a story about a statewide convention I was sure would help me find work. The convention part was true–the certainty less so.
All I can say is, it was a good thing my parents were rich.
I lowered my kindle and raised my eyes to the door. The words, “Hi, Sheriff,” started to spill from my mouth when I realized it wasn’t the sheriff at all. It was Frank Lloyd, from Lloyd and Lyons, a man I knew more by name and reputation than anything else. My boyfriend had a summer internship with his firm, and a good friend of mine worked there as a receptionist. Lloyd and Lyons specialized in family law, especially divorces, and the gist of the reputation was that if your marriage was over, you’d better get to Frank Lloyd before your soon-to-be-ex did.
He looked impressive. His head nearly touched the top of the door frame, while his broad shoulders aimed for the sides. He wore an expensive dark gray suit that had been tailored to fit his athletic frame. His face was long and handsome, featuring deep, dark eyes and a wide, curving mouth that formed into a friendly smile. It was the sort of face that commanded trust.
Lightning flashed outside, brightening the room for the space of a few seconds, and I couldn’t help but smile. All the best stories started in a thunderstorm, didn’t they? I had no idea what the day would bring, but one thing was for certain–Frank Lloyd was not there to ask me to exorcise his cat.
He laid a long, black umbrella carefully against the wall near my coat rack, and strode confidently inside. “Hello, Ms. Scot.”
“Cassie, please.” I wound my way out from behind my desk and offered him my hand. He took it, his grip firm and self-assured.
“Cassie, I’m Frank Lloyd.” He released my hand but held my gaze as if he could take the measure of me by looking through them to my soul. Some practitioners can do that, actually, but I’ve never met one.
“Yes, I know.” I did not lower my eyes. Something told me that would be a sign of weakness. “What can I do for you?”
“I’ve got a small job for you, if you have the time.” It was very diplomatic of him to say it like that, since I’m sure he knew I had plenty of time.
“What’s the job?”
“Serving a subpoena,”
Ok, so it wasn’t sexy, but it was a job, and it had nothing whatsoever to do with magic–or so I thought. In any case, at that precise moment, I couldn’t have been more excited if he’d dropped some line out of a movie about someone trying to kill him.
“I can do that,” I said in a calm, measured tone. “Who am I serving?”
Frank broke eye contact and stepped around me to the desk, where he laid his black briefcase down and opened it. On top of a large sheaf of papers lay a plain white envelope with the name, “Belinda Hewitt” written on it in a long, slanted handwriting.
Hewitt was another name that many people in town associated with magic, though few were diplomatic where the Hewitts were concerned. Even my mom called them witches, and she normally wouldn’t call a woman a sorceress. (She thinks it’s sexist.)
Belinda was a gifted herbalist and an expert potion maker. A gift is, well, it’s a special power tied to the soul in such a way that it can be performed almost without thought, and it has a strong influence over the bearer’s personality. Most sorcerers possess a gift, as well some seemingly ordinary people, though in the latter case you can usually find magic in their family tree. Belinda’s gift was growing things, but to say she had a green thumb would be like saying a diva could sing. Belinda could grow things, anything, anywhere, and under conditions that would starve farmers out of business.
She sold a lot of her plants and herbs to local practitioners, though my parents refused to buy from her because of the other thing she liked to do–brew potions, especially love potions. At any given time, she would have two or three men under the influence of powerful love potions that made them hopelessly devoted to her. She would play with them for a few months or a few years, depending upon how interesting they were, and then cast them aside. She’d torn families apart.
It was mind magic. My dad liked to say that magic itself is never black; only the uses to which it is put, but mind magic is already tinted a deep, dark gray.
As far as I knew, though, Belinda had never been married, so I wasn’t sure what Frank Lloyd would want with her.
“Belinda Hewitt?” I raised an eyebrow at Frank in question.
“My firm is filing a class action lawsuit against her on behalf of a number of men who feel her love potions have caused them irreparable harm.”
“Gutsy move.” I approved. I whole-heartedly approved, but going head to head against a practitioner could be dangerous, to say the least. For the most part, they did what they wanted to do and suffered no interference, not from other practitioners and certainly not from the law.
I wasn’t entirely sure what Belinda would do to me if I showed up on her doorstep with a subpoena. Probably, nothing, since she’d have to answer to my parents for anything she did to me. That may even have been why Frank chose me, but I wasn’t too proud to take advantage of my connections when it suited me, as long as the job itself was normal.
“Belinda is going to curse you for this,” I said as I took the envelope from Frank.
He just smiled. “I appreciate your concern, but it’s about time the sorcerers living in our community learn they are not above the law.”
What a beautiful sentiment. I used to think that way, back when I’d first dreamed of becoming a cop. Fat chance, though. The sorcerers in our community owned this town, whatever most of the regular folks thought. Everyone else was tolerated, and that included me.
For a minute, I wondered if I should try to talk him out of it. As much as I loved the idea of putting an evil witch in her place, Belinda wasn’t someone to mess with. That either meant he didn’t believe in magic, didn’t understand it, or he had an ace up his sleeve.
I lifted my eyes to his and saw the confident, calculating expression there. He was still sizing me up, and in that moment I took the measure of him as well. He wasn’t insanely successful because he walked into anything blindly.
“You have an ace,” I said. It wasn’t a question.
Frank just smiled.
“I’ll run this over to Belinda’s this morning,” I said. “I’ll give you a call when it’s done.”
Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “If this works out, we may have some more work for you.”
I took the card from him, letting a genuine smile touch my lips. Lightning struck again and thunder rumbled. “Thank you.”
He packed up his briefcase and left without another word.

Uncaged Review

This book starts a tad slow, but it’s well written and interesting all the way through. Cassie is from a magic family, but she doesn’t have any of her own, a magical “dud” if you will. But with her above average knowledge of the paranormal world, she opens her own detective agency, even though she doesn’t get much work. Cassie is under the protection of her family, so she’s relatively safe from magic users.

When she gets a job serving a subpoena to a woman who uses love potions on men, the suspense begins, especially when a different woman is found dead at the scene. And when her old childhood friend turned bad-boy powerful sorcerer, Evan shows up – the book starts to pick up speed. Evan’s powerful reputation and the feud between the two families heats up this book well. Even though Cassie has a boyfriend, you don’t meet him until you are into mid book. There isn’t any way to really bond with him.

When Cassie and Evan decide to work together on a case, Cassie will need to use everything at her disposal to take down a rogue vampire. I wanted the Cassie/Evan romance to move forward more than it did, but it seems like it’s one of those series that is going to keep the reader hanging for a bit longer.

I enjoyed this story, and will definitely be picking up the next in the series. Reviewed by Cyrene

4 Stars