Welcome to the “ACE CARROWAY AND THE BLOG MONSTER” Blog Tour! @GuyWorthey #4WillsPub #RRBC

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Greetings one and all, and a hearty thank-you to my kind host, Stephen Geez, and 4 Wills Publishing!
In this fourth blog tour stop, we meet one of Ace’s five associates, the one that goes by the name nickname Gooper. Our normal interviewer, Mr. Bigg Faquir, has been arrested on charges of graft and corruption and is unavailable. I’ll have to ask the questions as a wide gentleman in a tweed coat arrives. He has massive shoulders and very little neck. His uncombed hair and mustache blaze a vivid red, but his pallid skin tones are fish belly white. His smile is friendly, but the chair groans under his weight.
GW: Hello, Gooper.
Gooper: Cheers, mate.
GW: What’s your full name?
Gooper: Me name’s Phileas Locknard, one o’ the Locknards of East London. Of which not a one of us is famous, exceptin’ p’raps Uncle Wobble, ‘oo is locally famous for ‘is appetite. ‘E can eat ‘alf ‘is weight in beef at a sittin’, ‘e can.
GW: Fascinating. How did you come to the nickname Gooper?
Gooper: Ow, that. Well, it was at uni. The rugby team called me Stinky for me interest in biology.
GW: Biology. Right. 
Gooper: But there was a chemist on the team, so ‘e became Stinky, an’ I became Gooper, on account of microorganisms bein’ slimy, an’ amphibians bein’ slimy, ‘an most things biological bein’ slimy on the inside.
GW: It sounds a little insulting to me. Did you resist that name?
Gooper: Naw. Oi got lucky. Team captain was Oinker. We ‘ad a half-back named Dough-head an’ an ‘ooker name o’ Muddy. Short for muddy-pants, meanin’ ‘e couldn’t ‘old ‘is fudge.
GW: I’m not sure I understand. I think I’m a little lost in your accent. It’s quite thick.
Gooper: Too right, guv.
GW: How did you meet Ace Carroway?
Gooper: The Great War broke out an’ I joined the Regular Army. After a few skirmishes, Oi got sent ter Soissons. Met Tombstone there. ‘E’s an American bloke, an’ one o’ Ace’s crew. Bloody battle, Soissons. Tombstone an’ Oi got captured an’ sent to Camp 68, an’ from there to St. Vith, to the airplane factory. Ace rode in the truck wif us, from the prison to the factory.
GW: You were prisoners of war?
Gooper: Aye. But yew can read about all that in ACE CARROWAY AND THE GREAT WAR.
GW: True! So, when you retire, what do you think you’d want to do?
Gooper: Well, maybe Oi’d work at a zoological garden. Oi do love animals.
GW: I understand. Any other part time jobs you might like?
Gooper: P’raps a game warden of some kind. Protect the elephants or somesuch.
GW: Sounds noble.
Gooper: Plus, Oi could break th’ arms an’ legs of some poachers.
GW: The way you smack your fists together is intimidating, sir.
Gooper: Does that mean the arm-wrestling match is off?
GW: What? What arm-wrestling match?
Gooper: Ow, come on, guv! Give it a try. Oi’ll go easy on yeh.
GW: Ack! No!
Because the interview broke off ahead of schedule due to one of the parties fleeing the room, we’ll just run the quotes and the limerick.
On his ‘frenemy,’ Tombstone: “Tombstone? Blimey! Eject the underweight debauchee!”
On a job accomplished well: “Oi! Done! That’s that. Fastidious as a royal nanny.”
On German accents: “Pardon, guv’nor! It’s yer accent. Blinkin’ ’ard ter understand yeh!”
His opinion about not blowing up the fuel depot: “Conserva­tism? Bah! Can’t abide the stuff.”
On finally getting a bath: “Oi almost feel loike an ’omo sapiens again!”
On the biological sciences: “When I was small, me mum took me to a park. She could ’ardly get me ter leave. I was strokin’ the grass and watchin’ bugs crawl. I ’ave loved biological science ever since. That, an’ rugby.”
On life, with a rugby metaphor: “Them blokes are bein’ obtuse ’bout it, but they’re tryin’ ter cheer you on, Ace. Dive inter the ruck and slug it out!”
And a limerick:
Gooper is broad and hirsute
Biology’s his main pursuit
He’s rough in the ruck
He’s built like a truck
But he melts in the presence of ‘cute’

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.

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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.

Twitter:  twitter.com/GuyWorthey


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An update from good friend and compelling author Kim Cox!

Kim's Musings

How are you doing? I hope you’re having a fabulous week!

I’m putting the final touches to my next release, For The Love of Money, and getting it ready to send to my book launch team. This story is very dear to me and dedicated to my brother (and only sibling) who died in a tragic accident when he was only 38 years old.

I’m happy to announce that Haunted Hearts has been narrated for an audiobook and will release soon. It’s thrilling to hear your book read with all the characters being acted out. I can’t wait to get the final product. Coming Soon!

My good friend and author, Maureen McMahon, has two new books in her Stacey Christian & Peter Mansfield series. Book 2, Ghosts of Auld Lang Syne, was released January 28th, and Book 3, ‘Neath Hallowed Halls and Ivied Walls, is up…

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Guest Post by Author Karl J. Morgan, The Sleeping One Blog Tour

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Character Interview- Barbara Conway

Author Karl J. Morgan (KM) interviews character Barbara Conway:

KM: Barbara, how did you meet Carl Prescott?

BC: Just call me Barbie. All my friends do. I’d seen Carl in the dining hall with his friends many times. I always thought he was super cute, but since he’s a couple years younger than me, I passed it off. Weeks later, the school held their annual celebration of the birth of the founder, Bertrand Aloysius Thorndike. I was at the carnival and riding the roller coaster with one of my girlfriends when I noticed the carousel was spinning much too fast. Just then, the frame of the roller coaster buckled. I thought we’d all die for sure. That’s when I noticed Carl rushing over. He pushed the structure back up straight. How could he do that? I mean he’s just a kid.

KM: Do you know his friends, Grace, Aida, and Burt?

BC: Yeah, but I’m not sure I want to talk about those girls. You see, I have this talent called the Succubus.

KM: Like in old mythology?

BC: Sort of. Headmaster Greenleaf of the Masterson Academy told me about it years ago. With that talent, men are instantly attracted to me. Geez, I’m blushing just talking about it. If I smile, wink, or flirt with someone, they can become obsessed with me. Not that I would do that. Greenleaf even said that if I French kiss a man, I can enslave him or block parts of his memory. Isn’t that freaky?

Of course, that’s why I don’t want to talk about Grace or Aida. Honestly, I love to flirt with boys and like the attention. Sometimes, that will really upset the girls who like the same guy. It’s like I have an unfair advantage or something.

You know, now that I think about it, Carl probably has the Incubus talent, which is the same except for a male. I wonder if that’s why I’ve always found him so adorable and kissable.

KM: How many talents are there, and how many do you have?

BC: Do you know about the hidden storeroom in the Gratia Dei Hall?

KM: I can’t say that I do.

BC: Well, Aida Whitehall discovered that room. Inside were lots of bookcases and boxes of stuff from previous faculty and students. I found this book called Gadson’s Talent Checklist. It listed one hundred talents, so I suppose there are that many. Headmaster Dorchester has told me that besides the Succubus thing, I also have the Transformist talent. Carl told me he believes we all have all of the talents. We just haven’t accepted our greatness yet. You know how sweet he is, but I’m not sure I can believe that. He has promised to help teach me, but so far he’s been too busy.

KM: Who is your favorite teacher at Thorndike?

BC: Professor Thorndike, no doubt about it. Did you know the founder is his four times great grandfather? The professor is also Burt’s great grandfather. He’s like a hundred years old, but still spry and funny. His classes are always entertaining, even if he’s teaching something mundane like English literature. It’s like taking a class from your own granddad.

KM: Is there anything else you’d like to tell our audience today, Barbie?

BC: No, but there’s something you can tell me.

KM: What’s that?

BC: I’m a small part of this book.

KM: Small, but invaluable.

BC: Thanks. Will I have a larger role in the next book? I think I can handle it.

KM: I know you can, and yes you do have a large role in Carl Prescott and the Demon Queen. We don’t want the audience to get too many clues though.

BC: I can’t wait.

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With a long career in finance and as author of almost twenty books, I like to say that words and numbers are my life.

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).

With Carl 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.


Book on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07L7HHNB3

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/karlmorganauthor

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Karl-Morgan/e/B00A57RWPO

Website/Blog: http://www.karljmorgan.com

Twitter handle: @karljmorgan


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Guest Post by Harriet Hodgson, Help for Grandparents Raising Grandkids Blog Tour

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Help for Grandparents Raising Grandkids

Blog Tour!






10 Tips for Grandparents Raising Grandkids

By Harriet Hodgson

  • Create a daily routine and stick with it as best you can.
  • Eat healthy, nutritious, colorful meals. (Coffee and chips aren’t a meal.)
  • Put daily physical activity—walking, stretching, yoga—on your calendar.
  • Turn off the television one hour before bedtime.
  • Establish a bedtime routine and try to get seven hours of sleep a night.
  • Join a GRG (grandparents raising grandchildren) or GAP (grandparents as parents) support group.
  • Stay in touch with friends.
  • Have at least one meaningful conversation a day.
  • Make “Me Time” part of each day. You deserve it!
  • Keep a Happiness Jar and read the notes at year’s end.

Copyright © 2019 by Harriet Hodgson     http://www.harriethodgson.com



Harriet Hodgson,

Health and Wellness Author

Rochester, Minnesota resident Harriet Hodgson has been a freelance writer for 38 years, is the author of thousands of articles, and 36 books. She has a BS from Wheelock College in Boston, an MA from the University of Minnesota, and additional graduate training.

Hodgson is a member of the Association of Health Care Journalists and the Alliance of Independent Authors (ALLi). She is a contributing writer for the Open to Hope Foundation, The Grief Toolbox, and The Caregiver Space websites. Visit www.thecaregiverspace.org/authors/hhodgson to read her articles.

Hodgson has appeared on more than 185 talk radio shows, including CBS Radio, dozens of television stations, including CNN, and dozens of blog talk radio programs. A popular guest, she has given presentations at public health, Alzheimer’s, bereavement, and caregiving conferences.

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Guest Post by Author Paul DeBlassie III, Visionary Fiction and the Soul Blog Tour

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Visionary Fiction and the Soul Blog Tour






Goddess of the Wild Thing


The Unholy


Does being a psychotherapist inform your writing of visionary fiction?

In doing depth psychotherapy with patients in emotional and spiritual crisis, I listen to their stories. They are dramatic thrillers in their own right. People go through rough stuff. The wounds and bruises we sustain in life often come out of action-packed encounters with people. We trusted them. We never thought that what happened would happen. We’re wounded and bruised and want to give up. That’s when it’s time to read a story, a terrific story that takes time to get through because it takes thought to get through.

At the end of one patient’s treatment, they related, “You know I didn’t think I’d ever had a chance in life. I was beaten down as a kid. I took refuge in my reading. I guess in a whole lot of ways it’s what helped me to turn within so I could do my therapy. I learned to listen to my dreams. They are their own kind of stories. They told me about myself and gave me hope. And then our work together has been a positive unfolding story. I’m glad I turned within and did therapy. It’s been a good story, and it’s helped me find my way and heal.”

Good stories, like the ones we’ve lived in our own lives, take thought, and reflection. They help us turn within, take stock of our self, our relationships and our lives. And then, if we let their message sink in, they offer us the potential to actually, and possibly profoundly, change our life one story at a time.



Author Bio:  Paul DeBlassie III, Ph.D. is a depth psychologist and award-winning writer living in his native New Mexico. He specializes in treating individuals in emotional and spiritual crisis. His novels, visionary thrillers, delve deep into archetypal realities as they play out dramatically in the lives of everyday people. Memberships include the Author’s Guild, Visionary Fiction Alliance, Depth Psychology Alliance, International Association for Relational Psychoanalysis and Psychotherapy, and the International Transpersonal Psychology Association.







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Guest Blog, Jazz Baby (Beem Weeks) Review by Helen Borel, PhD, Fresh Ink Group Author

Jazz Baby: 

While all of Mississippi bakes in the scorching summer of 1925, sudden orphanhood wraps its icy embrace around Emily Ann “Baby” Teegarten, a pretty young teen.

Taken in by an aunt bent on ridding herself of this unexpected burden, Baby Teegarten plots her escape using the only means at her disposal: a voice that brings church ladies to righteous tears, and makes both angels and devils take notice. “I’m going to New York City to sing jazz,” she brags to anybody who’ll listen. But the Big Apple—well, it’s an awful long way from that dry patch of earth she’d always called home.

So when the smoky stages of New Orleans speakeasies give a whistle, offering all sorts of shortcuts, Emily Ann soon learns it’s the whorehouses and opium dens that can sidetrack a girl and dim a spotlight…and knowing the wrong people can snuff it out.

Jazz Baby just wants to sing—not fight to stay alive.

JAZZ BABY is not only a good read.  It’s a lived experience.  Beem Weeks’s words, paragraphs, chapters pulsate with alive characters, completely felt moments, every page, every sentence.  Not a wasted syllable.  It’s like a tome (sic) poem, long and literary.  The year is 1925.  Poetically moving are Weeks’s wonderfully crafted literary gems like this one: “A warm breeze slipped through open windows and set my hair to dancing.”  More firmly establishing the mood, the storyteller in the persona of Emily Ann “Baby” Teegarten lures you into intimate experiencing.

Vivid.  Immersive.  As though you’re a fly on the wall of the ramshackle habitat and rustic habits of the Teegarten family.  If Emily Ann isn’t sassing Papa outright, her internal monologue is colorfully rich with opinions about her flesh and blood and about outsiders like Eunice Spatch and her husband.

In this delightfully crafted novel, Weeks deftly spirits you to a world a-weary-of-ordinary to an existence a reader gladly escapes into, immersed in one of those great literary Southern American novels.  Add Weeks to that pantheon of greats.

Telling his story from the heroine’s perspective, Weeks situates Emily Ann, mostly in her internal monologue, in a self-created goddess universe.  A genius wordsmith, Weeks is a virtuoso at hard-to-verbalize (even for other accomplished writers) descriptions of scenes, feelings, thoughts throughout this novel.  Here’s a shining example: “Across the pond, a million butterflies rose and fell in unison, courting some grand symphony only they could hear.”

This pre-teen female is both grandly mature for her age and “baby” innocent simultaneously.  All the dialogue, plus the internal monologue of the heroine speaking to the reader, is clever, incisive, poetic.  Like this aside from Emily Ann, after her and Billy’s mutually nude encounter, interrupted by another beau at the waterside: “An awkward still moment passed while Billy finished putting his clothes right. ‘See you around, Teegarten’, he said, taking his grin with him.”

Even an anthropomorphic “shiny black Ford glowered at me from our driveway,” Emily Ann tells herself.  This novel is very tightly written, keeping you enthralled sentence to sentence, as each rapidly evolving scene emerges and surprises yet again.  Soon there’s Tanyon Thibbedeaux, Papa’s best friend, pivotal in getting Jazz Baby Teegarten to sing in a speakeasy.

Riveting.  Once you start it, I’m warnin’ ya, you won’t want to put it down ‘til all read—‘cept to chow down some food between delicious chapters. Because you’ll melt swiftly intoBaby’s nostalgic American South of 1920s Biloxi and New Orleans. Lord a-mercy! What a great piece of literature!  Not a word wasted. Tight storytelling even Ernest Hemingway would envy.  Immediacy.  You’re THERE.  No, you’re IN her every experience, carried along by the easy flow and forward propulsion of superb writing.

Emily Ann is both childlike and mature beyond her years.  You get vortexed into the JAZZ BABY atmosphere by Weeks’s cleverly crafted language his protagonist revels in.  Extremely aggressive for a very young girl, even in her internal self-talk, she fluidly transitions from vague naivety to brashness in various, rapidly occurring, suggestive, then sexually overt encounters.  Reading JAZZ BABY, you’ll understand how she soothes herself with these masterfully expressed internal monologues, wondering if her gorgeous singing will ever carry her to glorious heights.

The core of this novel is like a Freudian feast in the mind of a multi-faceted being. Determined.  Naive.   Risk-prone.  Sexy.  The book’s got everything:  Murder.  Mayhem. Sex.  Innuendo.  Insinnuendo.  It’s got bootleggers. Bootlickers. Miscreants.  And, to paraphrase an old saw, “It ain’t over ’til the young girl sings.”

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