Carol Amorosi

Author-Amateur Historian-Traveler-Celtic Enthusiast

A little bit about Carol

“It will be an adventure” seems to be the theme of Carol’s life. Despite her family’s love of roller coasters, their exploits rarely involve life threatening activities. These adventures include her love of travel, history, and the outdoors. Her daughter and son refer to her excursions affectionately (she hopes) as ABC tours… Another Bloody Castle/Cathedral.

Today, Carol and her husband, Dave, call Germany home, and she spends her time practicing German on their two cats and Widgit, the History Hound, who joins them on their escapades.

Over the years, she has put her passion for history to good use as an interpreter spanning time periods from the Romans to the Middle Ages to the American Revolution. Most recently as a member of the 7th Virginia Regiment. During their tenure in Italy, Carol took part in the Pompeii Food & Drink Project, exploring the eating and drinking habits of the residents of that city. While living on the Eastern Shore of Virginia, Carol volunteered as a docent conducting tours at Ker Place, a colonial home constructed in 1799. She eagerly looks forward to exploring the Romans again in Malta in the summer of 2022.

Carol enjoys gardening when she is not writing, especially learning about plants from the past and their culinary and medicinal uses. She started Nana’s Dinosaur-of-the-Month to
keep in touch with her grandson while living overseas.

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Books

Death on the Line

Set against a backdrop of historical events and figures from the past, Death on the Line is a murder mystery in the style of a classic cozy with an amateur sleuth. It is Book One of the Mackay Mystery series providing entertainment with a puzzle to solve.

Book 2 in the MacKay Mysteries

The Saga Continues. Coming in 2022

After five years in the colonies, Angus returns to his uncle’s home in London. But it is not home to Angus. Arriving with expectations of finding employment after their groundbreaking survey, his hopes are dashed on arrival. Would returning to Scotland be the answer? Or is the saying true you can never go home again?