What
inspired you to become an author?
I have always been a supernatural geek but I found that
diversity was lacking in the stories that were published. The Chausiku
story has been in my head for years so I decided to put the saga on paper.
Do
you have a specific writing style?
Not really. I
actually have to switch my writing style from day to night. I’m a transactional lawyer so I draft legal
documents all day. It took me a while to
learn that the writing style of a novel is completely different from legal writing. I remember one reviewer on Book One said that
I included too many minute details such as spelling out Department of Motor
Vehicles instead of DMV. In legal
writing a lawyer would never use an acronym before spelling it out then putting
the acronym in parenthesis. This is
necessary in a novel.
Do
you write in different genres?
Not yet.
How
did you come up with the title for your latest book?
I’ve always loved the African name, Chausiku. The rest of the title just fit for the third
book in the series.
Do
you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?
I wait until after it’s complete.
Is
there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Yes. There
are many different races, nationalities and cultures but they all have good
people, bad people, confused people and people that are in the middle. The six secret clans in the series are from
Africa, Asia, Europe, Australia, South America and North America but each clan
has its good side and its bad side. No
clan is totally one or the other.
What
books/authors have influenced your life?
Honestly, I haven’t been influenced by books. The people in my life have influenced me the
most, especially my mother.
What
book are you reading now?
I finally caved in and started reading Fifty Shades.
What
is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?
Chausiku Book Four!
Who
designed the cover of your latest book?
Christine Cartwright.
Chausiku
The Blood of the Clans
Book Three
Pamela E. Cash
Genre: Science Fiction, Teens and Young Adults
Date of Publication: January 10, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-9886164-4-8
ASIN: B00S39GIFQ
Number of pages: 273
Word Count: 67,000
Cover Artist: Christine Cartwright
Book Description:
The Amaru clan has attacked the Qiao clan. The Sakombi clan has a traitor in its midst and John is torn between his mother's clan and his father's clan.
Is it all about Chausiku or is there a new threat? One that she may not see coming.
Available at
Excerpt:
Chassie punched
in the code on the keypad lock, pushed the gate open and walked through
it. John closed the gate then turned
around and smacked into her. She had
abruptly halted.
“What’s wrong?”
he said leaning forward so that he could whisper into her ear. His body intuitively tensed for an attack and
he engaged his abilities to fight.
“Someone is
watching us,” she whispered automatically engaging her own powers. “I can feel it.”
He turned
around, opened the gate and ran out to the sidewalk with her close on his
heels. “Where is he?” he said peering up
and down the street. He didn’t see
anyone in the darkness.
“There!” she
exclaimed pointing to the trees on her right.
Suddenly a man
walked from behind a tree and stared directly at them. The shadow from the tree continued to obscure
his body so that they couldn’t see his face.
Chassie gasped
putting her hand to her throat. She was
startled by his sudden appearance even though she had instinctively known that
someone was watching her. Her feet froze
in place for a second and the man took off running down the street.
“Hey!” John
shouted running after the man.
“Stop! Come back here!”
The man already
had a good head start and as he approached the end of the block, he turned his
head to look at them over his shoulder then disappeared around the corner. John was a half block behind the man but was
gaining ground. He had just reached the
corner and turned when he suddenly felt nauseous.
“Ugh!” he said
doubling over and clutching at his stomach.
He slowed to a jog then stopped and put his hands on his knees. The nausea became so intense that he could no
longer stand so he sank to his knees and put his hands on the ground for
balance.
“John, what is
it? What’s wrong?” shouted Chassie
catching up to him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her eyes darted down the street and she could
see that the man was quickly fading from sight but she didn’t care. She tried to help John stand but he couldn’t
move.
“I feel so
sick,” he said. “Ugh! I think I have to throw up.” He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly hoping
that it would help the nausea subside.
He hung his head down and beads of sweat trickled down his
forehead. Chassie dropped to her knees
beside him, reached into her purse and pulled out a tissue.
“You’re burning
up!” she said wiping his forehead. “I
don’t understand how you got so sick so fast.
We need to get you to the house so that you can lie down.”
“No, wait,” he
said tilting his head to the side to look at her and taking a few more deep
breaths. “I think the nausea is going
away.”
“Do you think
that you can stand?”
He nodded and
planted one foot on the ground and paused a moment. She reached out her hand to help him up but
his eyes met hers as one corner of his mouth turned up into a sheepish
smile. He was slightly embarrassed that
he had become so weak. He stood straight
up without her help and took the tissue out of her other hand. He wiped the back of his neck and said,
“Yeah, I’m fine now...that was strange.”
Her eyes
narrowed as she looked at him skeptically.
She put the palm of her hand on his forehead.
“That was very
strange,” she said. “Your head feels
cool again too.”
He grabbed her
wrist to remove her hand from his head and said, “Come on, let see if we can
still catch that guy.”
“Wait, John,”
she said as he took a couple of steps down the street dragging her behind
him. He turned around looking
frustrated.
“Chaz, he’s
getting away.”
“He’s already
gone, let it go…we’ll never catch up to him.”
She raised her eyebrows as a thought suddenly occurred to her. “Although…you’re a Gale. Why didn’t you engage that ability?”
His eyes widened
in surprise. It hadn’t occurred to him
either. He had completely forgotten his
other ability. “I—I don’t know…I guess I
haven’t mastered controlling two abilities yet.” He frowned and dropped her wrist. Then he crouched down low in a runner’s
stance, concentrated and said, “Stay here.
I’m going to see if I can find him.”
She grabbed his
arm before he took off. “Let it go,
John. You don’t know where to start
looking.”
He hesitated,
not quite ready to give up the chase.
The he stood up and peered down the street in the direction the man had
run. He saw nothing but houses and
trees.
“Yeah, I guess
you’re right,” he said shrugging his shoulders.
“He’s long gone by now. Did you
get a good look at the guy? Did you
recognize him?”
“I didn’t
recognize him but I did get a good look at him.
He was tall...had black hair that came down to his shoulders...” She paused unable to describe the man
further.
“Is that all you
can remember?” he said sarcastically.
“That’s not much help.”
“You know I’m
not great at giving detailed descriptions,” she snapped putting her hands on
her hips and frowning. She didn’t
appreciate his attitude! “But I would
know his face if I saw it again.”
“I’m sorry,” he
said sliding his arm around her shoulders.
“I’m just pissed that the guy got away.”
Her face
softened at his touch. She knew that he
didn’t mean for her to take it personally.
“I know,” she said with a small smile,
slipping her arm around his waist.
“Don’t worry...I’ll know when he comes back. I’ll feel him.”
She gave him a
hug then turned away and headed back to her house. “Come on, let’s go inside. I need to tell my grandmother about
this.” He didn’t immediately follow
her. He was still contemplating going
after the man. She looked over her
shoulder at him as she walked and continued, “Do you need help walking? I can float you into the house using my
telekinesis–”
“No! Really…I’m fine now,” he said shaking his
head sharply. He still didn’t like her
moving him around like a rag doll. He
jogged a few steps to catch up with her and said, “Let’s go.”
When they
reached the gate, Chassie entered the code again then John pushed it open and
held it for her to walk through. As she
passed him, he tilted his head to look around her shoulder and took one more
futile glance down the street...even though he knew that the man would be
nowhere in sight.
“John...” said
Chassie without turning to look at him.
He shrugged and
followed her to the house.
About the Author:
Pamela E. Cash lives in Chicago with her family. Her daughter inspired her to write the Chausiku Series.
2 comments:
Thank you for hosting!
A very interesting cover & excerpt thank you.
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