Writing, Music (performing and listening to), Skiing (snow and water), motorcycles, golf, sailing, home brewing, drinking
Music
All types of Blues. All the original rock groups of the 60's British invasion.
Folk, Folk Rock from the Byrds to Steeleye Span.
Bluegrass and Country. Classical, Opera - in fact almost any kind of music except rap.
Movies
Sin City, Pulp Fiction. Old B&W 30's & 40's classic Movies.
Film Noir - especially Bogey's !
Television
History Chanel, Discovery chanel, Science chanel, Military chanel and PBS
Books
Mysteries and Historical Fiction
Heroes
Anyone with the guts to stand up for what they truely believe in.
About me: Writer, musician, reformed biker, downhill and x-country skiier, ex-waterskiier, home brewer (and cosumer of)and working hard to bring my golf score under 85.>>>>>>>>>>
Background Information:
(Please excuse the lack of spaces and paragraphs. Apparently I haven't sent up the right offerings to the gods of the internet so they keep mashing them all together. Oh well - I hope you find it interesting)>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
From Ric Wasley - A McCarthy Family Mystery … The Scrimshaw !
Break free. Read wild.
www.wildchildpublishing.com
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From the author that brought you Shadow
of Innocence and Acid Test comes The
Scrimshaw. Ex-Army sergeant Michael Prescott
McCarthy, or “Mick”, rolls into town with his lover
and fellow musician Bridget Connolly. Ready for
some R&R, little do they suspect what lies in wait
for them at the innocent-looking inn.
Equal parts mystery, paranormal, and romance,
The Scrimshaw takes you on a hair-raising, rollercoaster
ride guaranteed to leave you wanting
more.
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Mystery/Romance/Paranormal
ISBN: 978-1-935013-38-9
Pages:
Trade Paperback
Size: 6 x 9
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http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=ric+wasley&x=9&y=21
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Follow Mick and Bridget, a pair of
musicians and lovers, as they
unwittingly ride smack dab into the
middle of a 110 year old mystery, or is
it a…curse?
Mystery or curse, there’s something
that’s been waiting in a peaceful looking
white-painted, primrose-covered, Cape
Cod inn.
It’s been waiting for a long time – 110
years.
But now, the wait is over…
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Ric Wasley grew up in the Boston area.
As a college student he played music and
was involved in the vibrant world of social
change that was Harvard Square in the
late sixties.
This later became the inspiration for his
“McCarthy Family” series.
Ric has been writing for over 30 years. He has been
published in several literary magazines in L.A. and
San Francisco while living in California. He currently
lives outside of Boston with his wife and three children,
works for a major media company, and retains his love
of music and writing.
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And from reviews for The Scrimshaw
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Cocktail Reviews
Print and Ebook Reviews
The Scrimshaw: Wild Child Publishing
October 24, 2008 >>>>>>>>>>
SCORE: 5 Stars
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Author: Ric Wasley
Publisher: Wild Child Publishing
REVIEW:>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Events in 1858 bring forth repercussions in later years. Jeptha Dawes is instructed by his captain to take a chest and bury it on land. The chest must never see the light of day, and no one must know where it is buried or that it even exists. If knowledge of the chest gets to the wrong people, all hell will break loose.
In 1968, lovers Mick and Bridget head to Cape Cod for a vacation. They opt to stay at a quaint inn in a quaint town. Except they aren’t so quaint, and neither are some of the townsfolk. Quickly embroiled in an accusation of murder, Mick must seek answers to help him out of his dilemma within seven days. Mick and Bridget follow a trail of mystery and suspense that takes them back in time to 1858.
The Scrimshaw is told in scenes from 1858 and 1968. As a reader, I got to know all parties involved, and each section from those years ended in a way that I wanted to quickly read on to see what happened next. Ric Wasley has penned a web of intrigue that ensnared me to read The Scrimshaw in one sitting. A wonderful tale of suspense and intricate sub-plots that at times had me on the edge of my seat.
I honestly enjoyed this so much. Except my fingernails are that little bit shorter now.
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Other recent Books by Ric Wasley:
Shadow of Innocence
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As a one review put it. "The Newport Folk Festival provides a cool backdrop for this fun and exciting mystery set in the music and drug soaked sixties. You’re sure to enjoy this appealing mystery featuring a pair of musician partners in love and danger. Don't miss Shadow of Innocence!"
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And here's a chapter excerpt from Shadow of Innocence
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Bridget strained against her bonds, every nerve fiber screaming to let her sink her fingernails into that fat, mocking face. The movement attracted the attention of the figure sitting in the half light at the head of the table. He stopped stroking the blond head of the girl by his side. He slowly got up and moved down the table until he stood next to Bridget. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
She stopped struggling and looked up into the bottomless eyes. It was like looking into a deep black well.
Fear began to chip away at her rage. The memories of the night before came rushing back. She felt her stomach constrict as he reached out one of his scarred muscular hands and stroked her cheek, just above the gauze covered wound underneath her black turtleneck. >>>>>>>>>>>>>
“You’re right, Cataldo. I did give her something to remember me by last night, but where is it? It should be right here.” His finger traced a line down her cheek. “Yes, it should be right here, but it’s not.” He took Bridget’s heart shaped face between his massive thumb and forefinger and looked into her frightened eyes.>>>>>>
“Didn’t you appreciate my gift? Whether you realize or not, it really was a gift you know. It would have saved you from becoming a soulless, heartless bitch, whose only purpose was to seduce men with those perfect eyes and lips and—face.” The steel-like fingers pressed into her jaw.
“But you rejected my gift. You’ve kept that beautiful face which can only cause you and everyone around you, pain and tears and regret.” His voice was getting louder. >>>>>>>>
“Where is your mark, little girl? I know I struck your skin. I heard you scream. I smelled burnt flesh. Where is it?”>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Bridget pushed back into the moldering chair but his fingers rolled down her face, gripped the collar of the black turtleneck and pulled.>>>>>>>>>>>>>
There was a sound of tearing fabric and a satisfied, “Ah, there.”>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Tears of rage, pain and humiliation rolled down her cheeks and he caressed them with his fingertips. He put one tear wet finger between his lips and licked it.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Do you know what it tastes like, little girl?” Bridget bit her lip beneath the gag to keep from crying but it was no use.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“I’m afraid that it still tastes like… beauty.” His eyes burned. “I thought I had saved you last night and likewise saved everyone who would look at that beautiful face and be poisoned, imprisoned and emasculated. But somehow you avoided my healing brand or twisted away. I failed. I apologize.”>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Bridget writhed and tried to pull away from his hands. He smiled. “But I promise you, I won’t fail again.”>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
He took a gold engraved cigarette lighter out of his pocket. “Shall we complete what we started?”
Bridget’s nostrils flared as she tried to scream underneath her gag.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Oh, forgive me.” He reached down and ripped the taped gag from her mouth. “You’ll want to scream, won’t you?”
He flicked the wheel over the lighter’s flint and a bright blue flame sprang from its tip. He grabbed Bridget’s jaw in a vise-like grip.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“It was such a pretty face, wasn’t it? But now it going to be better. So much better for all concerned.”>>>>>>>>
He moved the lighter to her face. Bridget gritted her teeth as the uncontrollable tears ran down her cheeks. Don’t cry. Don’t scream. You are a Connolly girl! she screamed in her mind. Remember the beatings your father’s taken, your grandfather. You are a Connolly, damn you. Don’t cry! But the tears didn’t listen; they kept on dripping onto the stone floor.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
He looked at her with something that far back in his dim past might have been a feeling close to compassion. He bent down and kissed her cheek. “This will be the last kiss that this beautiful face will ever receive.”
>>>>>>He pushed the red-hot lighter toward Bridget’s milk-white cheek.>>>>>>>>>
She screamed.
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PERSONAL BACKGROUND INFO
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I've always believed that it's more convincing to write about things you know and have experienced. I was lucky enough to have spent (or rather I should say, "misspent") a large part of my younger days crisscrossing the country on a motorcycle with a guitar and an occasional lady friend for company. I often quite literally 'sang for my supper'and quickly learned why honkey-tonk bars put chicken wire in front of the stage! Years later, I used these experiences as background for the adventures of Mick and Bridget in my McCarthy Family Mysteries. In fact here's an excerpt from a recent interview that I did with Book Lovers Haven that pretty well tells the story.
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BLH: You began as a musician. Were you writing while you organized and played in your own band? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
RW: Yes. I actually started in a high-school basic rock band, but I had the good fortune to live just 15 miles from Harvard Sq. in Cambridge. And in the 60's all of the greats of folk music - Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Ian & Sylvia; came to play in Harvard Sq. clubs such as the original Club 47 (later known as Passim's). One night I had the opportunity to play at the 47 on the same stage and was really blown away by Dylan's ability to combine poetry, prose and music into something incredibly powerful. From then on I was hooked on both music and writing. One interesting side note is that both of my sons also play in rock bands and they have both put out what I, as their obliviously 'proud papa', think are some really dynamite words and music! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
BLH: Which do you prefer most, song or book writing? Why?>>>>>>>>>>>
RW: When I was about sixteen, I read Jack Keroac. And while his 'stream of consciousness' prose leaves you kind of panting for breath, I was drawn to his self discovery, on-the-road, stories. As a result, I started keeping a kind of a journal of my own 'adventures on the road' traveling around on my motorcycle, playing as a single folk act, and later in a VW Mini-bus touring with my rock band. Equally fortunate, I kept these journals which many years later became much of the source material for the adventures of Mick and Bridget, my two main characters in my McCarthy Family Mystery series. The series. equal parts mystery, Paranormal and Romance, is set in 1968. And, in addition to helping out his dad with his detective agency, Mick and his girlfriend, Bridget... (guess what?). Often go 'under-cover' when working on a case, and travel around as musicians and somehow mange to keep jumping from one frying pan straight into the next fire! But I can promise the reader lots of excitement along the way! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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Ric Wasley
Author/Musician
The Scrimshaw - December 2008
Shadow of Innocence - 2007
Acid Test - 2004
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http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Ric_Wasley
http://www.kunati.com/shadow-of-innocence-hip-myster/
http://www.mccarthyfamilymysteries.com
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From BLH: >>>>>>>>>>
"Ric Wasley has spent almost forty years wandering through corporate board - rooms and honky-tonk bars. >>>>>>> Ric is the author of four Mystery, Romance and Paranormal novels – And The McCarthy Family Mysteries: The Scrimshaw, Shadow of Innocence, Newport Blues & Acid Test
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He is also the author of two short stories and a novella. At my Window with a Broken Wing, Embers and The Night...
>>>>>>>>>> And he now divides his time between writing and observing the really ‘juicy parts’ of the human condition." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Who I'd like to meet: George McDonald Fraser, Edgar Allen Poe, Mick Jagger, Stevie Nicks
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