She was long and lovely from ‘way down south, she had blood on her hands, blood on her mouth. She’d got voodoo spells and incantations. She lived on one of those big plantations. Had she done something bad? Well, I don’t know. She went by the name of Marie Laveau.
She had golden skin and curly black hair,
down near the bayou you could find her there,
with her big old snake wrapped ’round and ’round,
it was party time when the sun went down.
Cauldron would bubble and naked they’d dance,
potions concocted, ’round the fire she’d prance.
She had a mojo hand, a black cat bone —
wouldn’t want her to catch you all alone.
There were stories told of the men she’d hexed;
husband Jacques unaware that he’d be next,
he just disappeared, he never returned —
just ashes left and the incense she burned.
It is with great pleasure I introduce to you Author, Guy Worthey, and his series of Ace Carroway books!
Greetings one and all, and a hearty thank-you to my kind host
and 4 Wills Publishing!
In this fifth blog tour stop we meet the second of Ace’s five
associates. Our fictitious interviewer, Mr. Bigg Faquir, is unable to make
bail, and so he will not be joining us. As I watch my guest coming in, I must
say it’s quite a sight. He removed his Stetson and ducked his head to get
through the doorway. I hope his boots and spurs don’t mark my floor up. His
checkered shirt and leather vest are cheery enough. He has dark hair, beard
stubble and he’s borderline emaciated. His walk is a rolling amble, made
necessary by a genuine case of bowleggedness.
GW: Greetings, Tombstone.
Tombstone: Howdy, pardner. Nice digs ya got.
GW: Thank you. Tell me, what’s your full name?
Tombstone: Ah’m Gregory Jamison, born an’ raised in th’
vicinity of El Paso, Texas.
GW: I would have guessed Tombstone, Arizona.
Tombstone: Because o’ the nick? Ah picked it up on the French
front durin’ the Great War. Tell ya what, to them Limeys, it’s all the same. El
Paso an’ Austin an’ Tulsa an’ Tombstone might as well be the same town instead
o’ hundreds o’ miles from each other.
GW: Mostly true, I suppose. On the other hand, can you put
Devonshire or Stratford on a map?
Tombstone: Nope! Good point, pardner.
GW: What was your role in the war?
Tombstone: Communications engineer. Meanin’ radio
communications, o’ course. Radio’s quite the amazin’ thing, y’know. Ah got a
feelin’ we’ve only scratched the surface o’ what radio can do.
GW: What year is it?
Tombstone: You feelin’ all right, there, son? It’s 1921.
GW: I’d say we’ve only scratched the surface of what radio
can do. What do you think of Gooper?
Tombstone: That overstuffed egocentric top-heavy ginger
walrus? Oh, he’s a nice feller. Mostly nice. Well, nice after ya get used t’
GW: Heh. So, what about the rest of the associates?
Tombstone: Tell you what. Sam’s the one you’d buddy up to
after hours, but they’re all good workin’ pardners. Diff’rent strengths an’
weaknesses, you know. I got somethin’ else to say, too. Ev’ry one of ‘em, even
that lard butt Gooper, would take a bullet meant fer you. I mean me. I mean any
one of us. Heck, you, too, ya four-eyed li’l squirt.
GW: I’m honored. I think. What is your relationship to Ace?
Tombstone: She’s the glue, son. She’s the gas in the engine,
an’ the oil, too. She brung five headstrong varmints goin’ five diff’rent ways
and made ‘em into a team.
GW: And what’s the goal of the team?
Tombstone: Ah ain’t gonna answer that straight. We got a
detective agency an’ we take cases. Let’s let it ride right there.
GW: Now I want to know more.
Tombstone: Ask somebody else. I’ve got t’ ride.
GW: You mean, you have to go?
Tombstone: I mean I got t’ go, and I got t’ ride. Ride away
on mah horse, Sparky. Good luck, there, pardner.
GW: Good luck to you, too, Tombstone. Happy trails.
Here are some choice quotes from Tombstone, taken from the
Ace Carroway books.
Gooper abuse 1: “Oh, who invited you, Gooper? Ding-nab it!
Out o’ th’ fryin’ pan and into th’ fire! I ain’t sure I kin stand bein’ cooped
up with this here blubbery Brit!”
Gooper abuse 3: “Aww, keep your
hat on. You’re not bulletproof, you knuckleheaded Limey.”
An expression of surprise: “Well, rope my ankles and call me
Soothing the resident genius: “Don’
get a burr under yer saddle, Ace! You’re a cyclone an’ ain’t none of us Pecos
Bill enough to lasso you!”
On hunter-gatherer society: “Shewt. We think we got it tough.
Jes’ think about them cave people. Even if they hunted a critter, next thing
you know they’d be fightin’ t’ keep it against sabretooth cats or giant bears!”
When a plan is hatched: “Ma’am? Let me offer a translation on
behalf o’ my cohorts. All of that means: We’re in, and when do we start?”
I have two limericks today because they’re both awful, and
I’m hoping that, somehow, by presenting twice as many, it will be their meager
virtues that double, not their considerable demerits.
Tombstone’s a tall drink of water.
He’s six feet from boot toes to
He can’t play the harp.
With a rifle, he’s sharp.
With ‘lectrical gear? Slick as an
Tombstone’s a tall drink of water.
He charts AM waves on a plotter
Transceiver or Stetson
He’s ready to fetch some
Varmints for Carroway’s daughter
Join Ace Carroway and her motley gang of associates as they
travel the world, solving mysteries and fighting crime.
In ACE CARROWAY and the GREAT WAR, sixteen-year-old Cecilia Carroway lies about her age and joins the war effort as a pilot. She earns her Ace nickname over France, but is forced down behind enemy lines. Escape plans are imperiled when Ace catches the attention of imperial minister Darko Dor.
Three years later, in ACE CARROWAY AROUND THE WORLD, Ace’s father dies in a hail of bullets in quiet Hyannis, Cape Cod. Lieutenant Drew Lucy is on the case, but it’s Ace Carroway at the top of his list of suspects.
In ACE CARROWAY and the HANDSOME DEVIL, Ace barely survives an assassination attempt at the hands of her old nemesis Darko Dor. Figuring the best defense is offense, she starts a detective agency in New York. Before the paint on the door dries, a new web of deception ensnares the rookie sleuths. Sudden romantic attention from a pair of handsome strangers is good, right?
The Adventures of Ace Carroway are available at many fine
stores around the world.
Wyoming native Guy Worthey traded spurs and lassos for telescopes and computers when he decided on astrophysics for a day job. Whenever he temporarily escapes the gravitational pull of stars and galaxies, he writes fiction. He lives in Washington state with his violinist wife Diane. He likes cats and dogs and plays keyboards and bass guitar. His favorite food is called creamed eggs on toast, but once in a while, he heeds the siren song of chocolate.
To follow along with the rest of the tour, please visit the author’s tour page on the 4WillsPublishing site. If you’d like to book your own blog tour and have your book promoted in similar grand fashion, please click HERE.
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Myself and another Buddy staffer attended the event, at first thinking we were getting Press Passes, then finding out we only had general admission tickets. Considering the cost of those, it was still a good deal.
I had taken my book, “The Convict and the Rose” to gift to Willie. But, it became obvious, there was going to be no personal contact with him.
Why that book in particular? Because the artwork on the cover was done by Rick Sikes in the late seventies, commissioned by Willie for an album he wanted to release by the same title. But, as fate will sometimes do, around the time they were getting to release the project, IRS started looking at Willie and his attorneys advised him against having any contact with a convict. Therefore, the project was shelved.
In 2004, Rick and Willie reunited and Rick gave him all the original artwork.
Since Willie never used the artwork, when I wrote “The Convict and the Rose,” I decided to utilize it. And that is why I wanted to get the book into his hands last night.
After lots of dead ends, I reached out by text to Willie’s ex-wife, Connie. At her suggestion, I found Willie’s bus driver, known simply as Gates.
What a kind and sweet gentleman he turned out to be. When I told him Connie had told me to ask for him and he would get me what I needed he just grinned.
“So, what is it that you want to give Willie?”
I reached into my purse and pulled out the book. He took it and while I stood and watched, he went directly onto the bus and came back out empty-handed. He gave me a thumbs-up and a grin.
So, in a round-about way, a copy of “The Convict and the Rose” is now on Willie Nelson’s bus! Whether he’ll pick it up and read it is another story, but at least I accomplished what I set out to.
The show was sold-out. No surprise there. The Bomb Factory, which holds just under 5,000 people, had removed all tables and chairs and people were packed in elbow-to-elbow like sardines.
Willie played for 70 minutes. He did most of his classics and never faltered.
I am in amazement that at 84, soon to be 85, he is still going strong.
The lighting was terrible, so these pictures are very poor quality, but I was there and had a wonderful time!
And the best part…Willie now has a copy of my book! It was worth the cold misting rain and aching feet to accomplish it.
If The Truth Will Set You Free is made into a film, who would I like
to play the lead?
Normally, the casting is in the producers’ hands. I do not have a say in who should play me. If I’m given a choice, I would recommend a young Korean actor/singer by the name of Teaceyon. He looks like me when I was a teenager.
…After a series of invigorating dances with the party twins, I was ready to call it a night, but under Dorothy’s insistence, I stayed. Nobody at the party knew of my sexual inclinations except me. During a slow dance, Dorothy leaned her head against my chest. Although this intimate way of dancing was not new to me, I had no intention of leading my friend on. I tried to keep a polite distance. Dot thought me shy and continued her aggressive approach. I had little choice but to go with the flow since she held me tight with no intention of letting me leave anytime soon. The moment arrived when her lips almost touched mine. She looked into my “eyes wide shut,” and expected romance to sparkle between us. I did not back away, even though I did not feel the same as Dot. Since it was Valentine’s Day, I did not wish to upset her. I play-acted, as much as I could. In my mind, it was the correct thing to do. After all, I will be back to London in a week and would not be seeing my Malaysian friends for another year. To me, this was merely a moment in time to make my female friend feel good about herself.
Author Bio: Young alias Bernard Foong is, first and foremost, a sensitivist. He finds nuance in everything. To experience the world he inhabits is an adventure which is mystical, childlike and refreshing. He has a rare ability to create beauty in a unique fashion. His palettes have been material, paint, words and human experiences.
By Christine Maynard (screenwriter and novelist).
Foong just published A Harem Boy’s Saga – V – Metanoia; a memoir by Young – the final volume of his autobiographic five-book series of Mr. Foong’s young life:
A Harem Boy’s Saga: A Memoir by Young.
This provocative story spanning
4 decades and 3 continents is about a boy who was sent to a very exclusive
English boarding school in the 1960s where he was initiated into a clandestine
sexual society and then spirited away to serve in wealthy and elite Middle
Eastern harems .”
Ranked Internationally Best-Selling Author on amazon.com
Boy’s Saga – Book I – Initiation (a memoir by Young)
Boy’s Saga – Book II – Unbridled (sequel)
Boy’s Saga – Book III – Debauchery (3rd volume in the series))
Boy’s Saga – Book IV – Turpitude (4th volume in the series)
A Harem Boy’s Saga series is published by Solstice Publishing and
is available in print and E-books internationally.
A Harem Boy’s Saga (series) – Film Option Agreement signed with a
U.K. Film Production Company.
Book I – Initiation is currently in film production.
“Once the girls were tucked into bed, Luke and Darlina lay on their own bed snuggling close.
“Darlina,” Luke began.
Now, regretting her earlier
insistence that he tell her everything, she put her fingers on his lips. “Sh.
Let’s not talk anymore tonight. We need to rest.”
“But, I have so much to tell you.”
“Then tell me tomorrow. I just want
to lie here beside you and pretend everything is like it was a month ago before
all of this started.”
Luke gathered her closer. “I love
A stray tear escaped and she buried
her face in the covers. “I love you too, Luke Stone. Never forget that.”
Long after Luke’s breathing
steadied into an easy rhythm, Darlina lay awake with thousands of thoughts
racing through her head.
How was she going to hold all of this together and be everything for everyone who needed her? She couldn’t allow emotions to get the best of her. She had to keep up a happy positive front for Luke and for the children.
But, what if he didn’t survive the
surgery? A gasp caught in her throat. She must not have these thoughts. Surely,
he would be okay and they would have many more years together.
She looked over at him in the darkness and branded to memory the familiar silhouette of his face.”
“Darlina stood quietly by as nurses helped him into a hospital gown, inserted an IV, then shaved his left leg and chest.
Her eyes misted as she watched him joke, and make light of the situation. Every time he looked at her, she forced a smile, but it was almost more than she could do.
She watched the clock and as each
minute ticked away, her heart pounded so loud she wondered if others could hear
it. She wanted to yank that clock off the wall and stop the hands that measured
her time with Luke.
Finally, the nurses finished and
left the two of them alone.
“Come here.” Luke patted the bed.
Darlina climbed up and stretched
out beside him. He stroked her hair and she struggled to hold back the fountain
of tears that clogged her throat.
Words were unnecessary. They’d all
been said. They held each other tightly, dreading the sound of squeaky
All too soon, the curtain parted
and the anesthesiologist strode in. Darlina got off the bed, wiped her eyes and
watched while he put medicine into the IV that would put Luke to sleep.
She leaned over, kissed him on the forehead and whispered. “I’ll see you soon, my love.””
The good news was that Rick (Luke) did survive the heart surgery and lived another twenty years. Of course, I wouldn’t want to spoil the book for everyone who hasn’t read it. 🙂
In honor of that special day in 1989, I have reduced the price of the “Home At Last” Kindle version starting tomorrow. I hope you’ll pick up a copy if you haven’t already.
It is a great honor to hold the “Book of the Month” seat at RWISA for February!
So, I’m going to do a little more shameless self-promotion.
In a recent podcast, I was asked what kind of man Luke Stone (aka Rick Sikes) was.
He stood 6’2″ and had a larger-than-life persona. In the opening chapter of “Flowers and Stone,” this is shown by the way the owner of the night club reacted to him coming through the door with his band.
Here’s a short excerpt:
Just as her dance performance came to an end, she(Darlina) heard a commotion. Turning, she saw Marketa personally escorting a group of customers to the best table in the club. It was totally out of character for this spitfire of a woman to make a fuss over anyone. Marketa flitted around with her long elegant ivory cigarette holder in her hand.
Amidst enthusiastic applause, the bright
spotlight now off her, Darlina hurried to talk to Sherry.
“Who is that?”
Sherry rolled her eyes. “That’s Luke Stone
and the Rebel Rousers. I can’t believe you don’t know that.”
“How would I know? You forget I don’t get
out much other than here.”
“They are only the hottest band in the
whole State of Texas.”
“Do you know them?”
“Hell yes, I know ‘em. Had a one-night
stand with the drummer a year or so ago.”
With overwhelming curiosity, Darlina
proposed, “Let me wait their table.”
Sherry shrugged her shoulders, “Suits me.”
Darlina hurried to the table carrying menus.
“Evening folks, I’m Darlina, and I’ll be
taking care of you tonight.”
Luke Stone, an assuming man over six feet
tall with a swagger and crooked grin promptly replied, “Honey, are you sure
A hot flush spread across her cheeks at his
implication. “Let me re-phrase that. I’ll be taking your order tonight. What
can I get you to drink?”
“Well, seein’ as how you don’t serve whiskey here, guess I’ll be havin’ a cup of coffee,” Luke said, leaning back in his chair and lighting a King Edward cigar.
Yes, that’s Rick (Luke) on the far right.
I’d be thrilled if you’d pick up a copy of “Flowers and Stone” today! And if you do, PLEASE leave a review once you’ve read it.
RRBC sponsors an online Writers’ Conference and Book Expo each year. The dates for 2019 are August 12-18. Registration is NOW open. This is a conference you DO NOT want to miss. And, you can attend from your living room in your pajamas. 🙂
Studies have shown that having a dedicated writing space makes for a more productive writer. There is no hard and fast rule as to what that space consists of or looks like. It can be as simple as a laptop at your local library or maybe just a clean desktop where your computer lives. Or maybe not a clean desktop at all. Maybe you write better surrounded by research materials or newspapers or yesterday’s mail. Whatever your space looks like, one thing that is consistent across the board is that every writer needs a dedicated writing space.
Rather than bore you with ramblings about the importance of a dedicated writing space, I want to share with you a product I purchased from Amazon that has literally transformed my writing space into a healthier and more productive atmosphere.
This is an adjustable ergonomic desktop work station that raises or lowers with a hydraulic handle. So, I can either stand to work or lower it down and sit to work. It has made a huge difference. Before I bought this, I sat for up to five or six hours at a time and that is not good for the body.
Now, I find that I can get more work done with the flexibility of standing or sitting. The picture above is raised. The picture below is lowered.
And the cost was less than $125. I have to say, I am thrilled with it and don’t know why I waited so long to purchase it. I have scoliosis (the double S curve) in my back and the pain level is greatly reduced by alternating between standing and sitting.
So, now my dedicated workspace is more flexible and conducive to my needs with one simple purchase.
Since I am talking about workspace, I’ll show some of the things that are important to me besides my new adjustable desktop.
I hope you’ve enjoyed the tour. If you’ve ever wondered about the adjustable desktop, wonder no more. It’s fabulous!
Whatever makes for more productive days is a good thing.
Three Fun Facts About The Outlaw’s
Mail Order Bride
By Linda Broday
I’m so excited about this new release and launch of a new
four-book series called Outlaw Mail Order Brides. I’ve always wanted to write
stories about outlaws. I believe there were good ones (those who killed because
they had little choice) and bad ones (who killed for sport and because they
liked it.) There’s a clear difference.
The American Frontier was comprised with millions upon
millions of acres of land with only a few hundred lawmen to keep order which
led to men finding what justice they could for themselves. The result was
usually who had the fastest gun.
The lines were often blurred between lawmen and outlaws with
men switching back and forth to suit the situation. There are plenty of
examples in history such as Wild Bill Hickok, Wyatt Earp, Bat Masterson, Pat
Garrett, to name a few who were both. It just depended on the job that needed
That’s where Clay Colby and this town of outlaws find
themselves. They’ve killed but always because they had little choice except now
they want to marry and settle down, raise a family. To do that, they needed
wives so Clay begins writing Tally Shannon, a woman who escaped a lunatic
asylum after her stepmother put her in there to get rid of her.
This series is a bleed-over from my Men of Legend with the Legend brothers making guest appearances. Luke Legenc gets the most time since he starts a private bride service for men and women living in the shadows. They send him their letters and he hand-delivers them.
Here are some fun facts about this story:
1. Tattoo removal is possible. It’s thought to have begun in
ancient Egypt when slaves either bought their freedom or were given it. Medicine
men developed a way to remove their tattoo with chemicals. It’s not without
pain though and it did leave a scar. The smaller ones worked best. Tally
Shannon has a small diamond-shaped tattoo on her cheek, put there to identify
her as a patient in the Creedmore Lunatic Asylum, and the town doctor is
successful at removing it. She’ll do anything to reclaim herself. No one owns
2. Prior to World War II, there was little oversight of
mental asylums and families with money could pay to have them take a member
that was unruly, uncooperative, or just plain too much trouble. Here are a few
actual reasons for admission from 1864 to 1889: Immoral Life, Laziness,
Deranged Masturbation, Novel Reading, Bad Habits and Political Excitement,
Greediness, Business Nerves. Anything could be used for an excuse. Tally’s
stepmother claimed that she preyed upon children and handed the supervisor a bag
of money, telling him to make Tally’s life a living hell. That’s exactly what
3. Children were also put in the asylum and one was a little
blind girl named Violet. When she arrives unexpectedly with Tally, Clay is
shocked at first then deeply touched and starts teaching her how to get around
without help. He and the men rig up walking trails with ropes that take her
from one part of town to the other. He had also once seen a blind man walking
with a long piece of wood in front of him, tapping for obstructions in his path
so Clay makes Violet one and teaches her how to use it. The girl finds a
measure of independence which sometimes leads to trouble. He just wants her to
have a good life and he loves her as though she was his own child. She becomes the
darling of the town with everyone watching out for her safety.
Back Cover Copy
When the West was wild
And man’s law favored the
These extraordinary women
could be found…in the heart of an outlaw.
outlaw Clay Colby is abuzz with his mail order bride’s expected arrival. He’s
fought long and hard to drag Devil’s Crossing out of lawlessness…so when his
homestead is set ablaze by a bitter rival, he’s heartbroken. There’s no woman
in the world who’d stand by him now.
Tally Shannon is no ordinary woman.
After escaping the psychiatric hospital in which she was wrongfully detained, Tally only wants someone to protect her and the little girl under her care. She doesn’t mind that Clay’s home is dang near burned to the ground—not when he makes her feel so safe. So cherished. But it’s only a matter of time before the ghosts of her past come calling…and her loving cowboy must defend his new bride—and the family they built together—to his very last breath.
Book #2 of this series comes out in three months (April 30) –SAVING THE MAIL ORDER BRIDE. It’s about Clay’s friend Jack Bowdre and Nora Kane and is quite an exciting adventure. I hope you’re not scared of snakes!
I’m a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty historical western romance books and short stories. I’m a Texas girl through and through and reside in the panhandle on ancient land that carries the voices of those who lived and died on the wind. If I close my eyes and get still I can often hear them whispering in my ear.
My love of history and the Old West was born from watching TV westerns and visiting museums and libraries. I’ve always been an avid reader and books opened up entirely new exciting worlds that seemed limited only by my imagination.
Cowboys have always fascinated me so it’s no wonder that I love to write about them, their ladies, and the struggles they endure in trying to carve out a small place to call home. Western romance is my passion and I feel truly blessed. Humble roots and the love of family have become focal points in my stories. I sincerely hope readers enjoy what I strive to bring to life on the printed page.
I’m a mother, grandmother, and now a great grandmother. In my family, I’m the storyteller and the one who records our history. I come from a long line of poor but prideful people. That’s okay. I’m happy with that. This is my legacy.
It is my pleasure today to introduce you to an author who has just released a brand new book, Karl J. Morgan. I’ll let him tell you about it in his own words as he interviews one of his characters.
Character Interview- Aida Whitehall
KM: Aida is an interesting name. Tell us a
little about your background.
AW: Well, there’s not a lot to tell
actually. I have no recollection of my birth mother or father. I was told that
I was abandoned as a baby. Of course, I was put into foster care. When I was
three, the dean of students at Thorndike adopted me and brought me to the
school. Her name is Clarisse Whitehall. Since then, this place has been my home
and life. Once I was old enough for school, I started my education here. I’m
sixteen now. Sometimes I wonder what I’ll do when I finish my education here.
KM: How did you meet Carl Prescott?
AW: The Thorndike Academic Institution is
an old and large school where the students live in dormitories. Since the students
are so far from home and family, the headmaster assigns older students to look
after the new arrivals and make certain they get settled into the routines.
Headmaster Dorchester assigned me to watch over Grace, Burt, and Carl. Most of
the dorms are broken into two-bedroom suites, so Carl and Burt are in the room
across the hall from Grace and me.
KM: Thorndike is all about the students
special talents. How are your talents doing?
AW: That is a sore subject for me, I’m
KM: Would you prefer to discuss something
AW: No, that’s okay. Mom always says it’s
better to say how you feel than to hold it inside. Frankly, Mom has never
really supported my abilities. She says my talents are middling at best.
Perhaps she’s right, but it still is a mean thing to say. The only talent I
know I have is the Succubus Talent.
KM: What exactly is that?
AW: The name comes from the mythological
creatures known as an incubus or succubus. An incubus is male and a succubus is
female. In those myths, the creature has sex with a person while they think
they’re sleeping. The talent is a bit different though. It’s more like a love
potion. With just a wink, smile, or touch, men become attracted to me. Whew!
Perhaps you should ask Barbie about this. I’m a bit uncomfortable talking about
it. I’m pretty shy, so I try not to use it. It is said that an expert succubus
can enslave a man with a sensual kiss and even block parts of their memory.
Let’s change the subject. I’m blushing already.
KM: Have you ever thought about finding your
AW: I can’t say a whole lot about that
because it is a key element of the book. One thing I did learn at the beginning
of the story is that Burt Jackson is my brother by birth, and Professor
Thorndike VII is my great grandfather.
KM: Interesting. What about that other
AW: Eight? He’s a real jerk. He’s mean,
arrogant, violent, and disrespectful. I don’t know if that was from his
upbringing or because he’s just a bad seed.
KM: I think we might learn more about that
in book three.
AW: Good, but don’t spoil it for our
readers. There’s also the ongoing animosity between the two schools, you know,
Thorndike and Masterson. Did you know some of the teachers think the two
schools are training us to fight the ultimate battle between good and evil?
KM: Do you mean like Armageddon?
AW: That’s what I hear. I hope it isn’t
true, especially since my talents are so mediocre.
KM: I agree one hundred percent. Barbie
told me you found that hidden storage room in the Gratia Dei Hall.
AW: Yes I did. Until Carl, Burt, and Grace
showed up, I didn’t have a lot of friends. Also, as dean of students, Mom is
always working or teaching. That leaves me a lot of free time. Maybe it’s
another talent, but I could just sense there was something on the opposite side
of that wall. It took me a long time to figure out how to get inside. Sometimes
when I’m alone or feeling vulnerable, I go there to be by myself. There are
some amazing things in that room. I can tell you that!
KM: Would you like to offer any specifics?
AW: I’d love to, but that’s another big
part of the plot.
KM: Thank you for your time, Aida.
AW: You’re quite welcome. What can you
tell me about books two and three?
KM: Carl Prescott and the Demon Queen is out for editing. I can say that is one of my favorite stories yet. It really exposes my view of reality and faith. Carl Prescott and the False Universe is still in rewrite mode. I have just started a fourth book, but it’s too early to know if I’ll finish it and what the title will be. Thank you for asking.
Karl Morgan Bio
With a long career in finance and as
author of almost twenty books, I like to say that words and numbers are my
I have had a lifelong fascination with
stories in the science fiction and fantasy genres, whether it was the Tom Swift
novels by Victor Appleton I read as a young boy, or television like Lost in
Space and Star Trek. More recently, I have devoured film series like Star Wars,
Harry Potter, and Lord of the Rings. That fascination is combined with a keen
interest in cosmology, astrophysics, quantum physics, and spirituality.
That quirky combination along with the
fantasy genre allows me to craft stories that reinforce the importance of
family, friendship, and love. The protagonists must overcome incredible danger
and challenges to survive their journeys, but eventually end up on top. It goes
without saying that as a finance guy, my life has been less action-packed than
my characters (thank goodness).
Prescott and The Sleeping One, I ventured back to comfortable territory.
Many of my stories reinforce our direct connection to the Divine. While that is
an element of this story, the sequels feature that relationship to a much
greater extent. That element in my stories is an homage to what I believe
really matters in this life.
I am the son of an Air Force pilot and as
such, I have lived in many places, never for more than four years at a time.
Thankfully, as an adult, I have lived in Chula Vista, CA for the past
thirty-seven years. I met and married Aida, the love of my life, thirty years
ago. Our grown children have made us grandparents four times over. It is a
blessing to be around such wonderful parents and children.
My new goal is life is my stories. I hope you can follow me on this new adventure.
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