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Welcome to the blog.

Hi, my name is Carol Ann Ross, and I am an author.

I live on beautiful Topsail Island on the North Carolina Coast. Life is good when you get to do what you love, and I love writing about the people who surround me and this island where I spend most of my time.

Through my writing, you will have the opportunity to explore some of the magic of this amazing place--and it is amazing. As a child it was my "never, never land"--as an adult it still is.

Here on the blog, you will find a variety of topics from beach posts, to writing tips and everything in between.  I invite you to follow along on this fascinating journey of a self-published author

bubbles

By Carol Ann Ross

Our old bridge brings back memories to lots of folks. It reminds those of us who have enjoyed Topsail Island for generations of a different time-a less hectic one for sure. My latest book TOPSAIL ISLAND TANGO, is set during that time, the 1960s, when despite all the chaos going on in the world at that time, Topsail existed in a kind of bubble, safe from all  the hatred filled vitriol of that day. Here’s a little excerpt from the book:  It had been two weeks since the wedding, just long enough for Mim to say goodbye to her friends…

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The 1960s were a blast

By Carol Ann Ross

I’m sure this was 1967 when short shorts were the thing and daughters loved their daddy’s. I sure loved mine. All kinds of things were happening then, riots, the Vietnam War, bra burning, assassinations-lots of hate going around then. But I think that here on the island, we lived in a protective bubble away from all the harshness that was happening in the 60s. Our lives were much simpler.  In the first book in the Blue House Series, Topsail Island Tango, I try to bring back those days, but try as I might I I realized that perhaps things were…

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audio

By Carol Ann Ross

Geez, didn’t we look like a couple of ragamuffins back then. This is around 1957 or ’58. The little camera my older sister is holding is a Brownie. She took care of it and used it for years and years. She may still have it. The building we are standing in front of was our home. It was originally an old WWII barracks  that Daddy made into apartments. I remember riding my tricycle down the long hall before the apartments were completed. Oh, there are so many stories. But I digress, this post is about audio books, something that no…

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Oh, what a beautiful morning

By Carol Ann Ross

This has been one crazy summer-the crowds, the heat, the rain, the crowds, traffic backups, covid. Did I mention the crowds? But this, this sight-this beautiful, peaceful morning sight erases so much blah, blah, BS. When I see this I am in the mood to be nicer, to try harder and to relax into things I love the most. So it’s off to another book, another story. It’s forming in my head and I’m vacillating between a couple of titles, but the time, the era is set- fixed in my head. It’s the 1960s. Wow! What a decade! Think of…

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Fear

By Carol Ann Ross

Amazon assures me that Tickler Chain will be here in a couple of days. I’m very excited about my new baby and hope my readers will enjoy the latest book too. I’ll be at Carolina Decor Wednesday and the South Topsail Market Thursday.  The regular shops on the island will have it soon and I’m available also on Amazon. Tickler Chain is the 7th book in the Murder by the Sea series. Here is a little excerpt: The warmth of familiarity and knowledge of a goal, one she could reach, flooded through her body almost to ecstasy. Then in the…

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Almost here!

By Carol Ann Ross

Amazon says TICKLER CHAIN will be here on July 2, geez I hope they aren’t misleading me. Lately it has been taking so long to get stuff on time-seems to take forever. Anyway, the book is due here in a week or so. I’m thrilled,  my editor is thrilled, and I hope you, my readers, are too. I’ve loved writing the MURDER BY THE SEA series and it’s been hard keeping the series on the shelves of the local stores. Thank you so much! It is always so fulfilling to have return readers who follow the series. As soon as…

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Tickler Chain

By Carol Ann Ross

Tickler Chain is at the editors and I’m busy selecting a proper photo for the cover. This is a maybe.This is another maybe. There is just so many to choose from. The chain you see in the nets is the tickler chain. It bumps along the sandy bottom and encourages the shrimp to jump into the net. Anyone have any preferences? Would love to hear from you.

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Round and round

By Carol Ann Ross

The book is finished-TICKLER CHAIN is complete (except for a final re-write and editing). What comes next? Polishing the image in my head that will be the cover, is what comes next. But I’ve been chewing on that for several months already. What do y’all think of this picture? I like the foot, but is there enough  color? Should I have a net with a tickler chain attached-maybe a few hermit crabs crawling around? Of course the net has to be just so, and do the toes have the right color of polish on them? Is the foot girly enough?…

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Tickle Chain

By Carol Ann Ross

We all love the sight of a shrimp boat with its doors spread wide as it pulls the trawl behind it. Nothing beats that sight in the early morning sun or as twilight rests on the horizon, Ain’t nothing like a good shrimp dinner. Ain’t nothing like appreciating the hard work those guys on the shrimp boats do. But there’s another guy out there too, searching for a lighter haul, and he’s out in the sound all by his lonesome hoping to pull in a little bit to sell or feed himself for a short while. Those shrimp taste just…

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A little excerpt

By Carol Ann Ross

A tickle chain is a metal chain, part of a trawl, that drags along the seabed with the aim of disturbing fish or shrimp and causing them to enter the net. This next book, the 7th in the MURDER BY THE SEA series, is titled Tickle Chain Here’s a little excerpt: It was nearly 2 A.M. when Estelle was dropped at the marina. She wished the driver good luck and offered a thank you for the lift. In the quiet still night she stood listening to the gentle clanking of lines against spars and the timid movement of water against hulls.…

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