Friday, April 22, 2016

The Joys of Traveling by Cait Morgan (aided and abetted by Cathy Ace)

Hello again - I know we're still getting to know each other, so I thought I'd tell you a bit more about me. I certainly like my food and drink, but I also like to travel. I’ve been lucky to travel a good deal over the past few years, and – generally speaking – I’ve enjoyed it. All except the dead bodies, that is. Or maybe I should say in spite of them? 

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though Death stalks me. It doesn’t. My life is a not a life of crime. Well, hang on, maybe that last bit’s not quite true.  As a professor of criminal psychology I expect my academic life to focus on criminal matters, and criminals themselves – even though my main interest is in profiling victims rather than perpetrators. That’s not what I mean – what I mean is…well, let me give you some examples.

I suppose you could say it all started in Nice – the Cote d’Azur. All I did was have my arm twisted to attend a dinner party an old boss of mine was giving for his trophy wife, then I ended up being poisoned and suspected of murder! Not my fault. I have to admit it was a pretty tricky situation, and it didn’t turn out too well for...well, that would be telling, right?

Then Bud asked me to go to our local wine-producing region, surrounding beautiful Lake Okanagan in British Columbia, to look into the suicide of a gifted vintner that had taken place a year earlier…and I have to admit, yes, that didn’t go too well for some of the weird folks we met among the wineries and the restaurants. But again, not my fault. Nor Bud’s either.

Of course, when Bud was arrested on suspicion of murder during our supposed vacation at a resort on Mexico’s Pacific coast I knew he hadn’t done it – but I had to work out who did just to be able to get him out of jail. I wasn’t meddling, I was rescuing him. I didn't imagine for one minute they'd suspect me of being mixed up in...well, best I don't say, really.

Then there was the horrific accumulation of corpses when we were subjected to a security lock-down at a private restaurant in Vegas. It only lasted twelve hours, but it felt like a lifetime. Those poor, poor people. And poor Bud too - it was supposed to be a swanky night out to celebrate his birthday. Given the circumstances it's not surprising he's off birthday cake now! I suppose it could have been worse, but, frankly, not much!

Thinking through my recent trips, probably the most significant was when we went to the magical clifftop castle in Wales last year – it was good to spend some time with my sister, who joined us there from her home in Australia, however tragic the start of our visit there might have been. In spite of the dreadful time we had there, there was a silver lining, and it was good to visit my Homeland again after having been away for so long.

And, of course, I’ll never forget our cruise around the Hawai’ian Islands…despite the puzzling death of that poor man on the ship as we sailed for home. Before that, Bud and I had enjoyed our time together a great deal. Indeed, I wouldn't mind another cruise right about now! All those restaurants...yum!

All those trips have been for me, or for us. Now we’re just about to head off to Amsterdam on behalf of someone else - Bud's uncle...the one he never knew he had, and who died recently. I wonder how it’ll all turn out. We’ll see…

You can find out more about Cait Morgan's Mysteries, and Cathy Ace, at where you'll also find easy links to Cathy's Facebook and Twitter connections.

Cathy Ace is also the author of the WISE Enquiries Agency Mysteries, featuring four female private investigators (one is Welsh, one Irish, one Scottish and one English - hence the acronym) who work on cases based around a Welsh stately home.


  1. I also love to travel. Luckily, I have never found a dead body, lol.

    1. Good for you Annette - it's a wonderful way to expand the mind (and sometimes the waistline!). Also good to avoid those corpses along the way ;-)

  2. Your books sound wonderful, and I am definitely going to add them to my TBR collection! My great, great, great grandparents came to the U.S. from Wales (they were from Merthyr Tydfil and Aberdare) ~

    1. I'm so glad you like the sound of them, Celia - and how nice of you to take the time to tell me...must be the Welsh blood in you :-)