The Truth about UFOs, Aliens and All That
People argue whether or not U.F.O.s are real but they can’t even define what real is.
You never know you’re dreaming until you wake up.
Aliens from outer space don't exist and that really pisses them off. But now, the collective consciousness of the human race has given
them awareness, technology and a strange agenda we don't understand. They have everything they need to breach humanity's tenuous veil
of belief separating real from unreal and somebody’s going to get probed.
Cassandra Vega is a workaholic survivor of violence struggling
against severe obsessive compulsive disorder. Her battle against her personal demons becomes ground zero in the battle against little
gray people abducting earthlings. As the attack escalates, a group of oddball characters including a toilet paper salesman, a dominatrix
and an Army General are drawn to the epicenter of the most dangerous threat the earth has ever faced.
The Truth about UFOs, Aliens,
and all that is a surreal novel set in the gray area between sci-fi, comedy and self-parody.
A Jesuit in Belize
This biography of Father William ‘Buck’ Stanton follows the life and times of a Jesuit missionary in turn-of-the century Central America.
It paints a portrait of a gentle priest that traveled the world as an explorer, scientist, teacher and humanitarian. Though recently
updated, the story was originally published in the 1920s and captures the coarse social attitudes of the day.
The reader gets an intimate
look at a good natured explorer fluent in three languages that could kill and eat an alligator on his way through the jungle to teach
children to read and preside over weddings. It is also a snapshot of a turbulent time in world history lost to the memory of recent
generations.
The Lone Star Used Submarine Company
Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Quarterfinalist
The Lone Star Used Submarine Company is the story of down-on-his-luck commercial diver, Buck Davies, whose lifelong passion for the
ocean leads him to a dreary existence of underwater scrap salvage and broken relationships leaving him dreaming of a better life.
He believes that his big break has come when he plans to outfit an old World War II submarine as a tourist charter vessel showing
people the underwater wonders off the coast of Texas.
With a group of friends posing as an international maritime brokerage firm, Buck
enlists eccentric oil billionaire, Allen Jon, to finance the project. The group flies to Cuba to purchase an old submarine only to
find too late that the sale was a multi-million dollar scam by a corrupt Cuban official.
But Allen Jon reveals himself to be much more
than an eccentric as he uses his resources and ingenuity to turn the tables on the fraud and flee in the Cuban submarine. Buck Davies
and his friends unwittingly become the inept crew aboard a rogue submarine struggling to get back home in a comical chase across the
Caribbean. Along the way they encounter colorful characters, pirates and romance as they are pursued from one tropical island to the
next managing to stay one half step ahead of the world’s navies. In the end, Buck Davies finds a love reignited with a childhood sweetheart
and his life turned around in a way he never imagined.
A preview of the upcoming work...
Imagine Somewhere Else
In the panic of fleeing the monkeys, Alden miscalculated and was standing inches directly behind the girl walking down the empty city sidewalk a couple of blocks from Lorenzo's Pizza. His sudden appearance caused her to squeak and jump, whipping around like he had startled a kitten with a tickle from behind. Her blue eyes were wide with surprise but relaxed into a smile as she recognized him from the pizza parlor. "Oh my goodness, you startled me! You must certainly be some kind of ninja or magician or something."
Alden looked down contritely hurt by the fact that the first time he reached out to another person she freaked out. "I'm sorry." He said then realized that he really hadn't thought this plan all the way through and had no idea what to say to her. The flower in his hand prompted him and he perked up and said,. "My name is Alden. I have a flower for you."
He could see her responding to his sheer innocence, smiling as she reached out for the flower. "Awww, why Thank you, Alden! You make lunch for me twice a week and now I finally know your name. My name is Cara." The flower in her hand demanded attention with its ornate colors and swirling petals. "Hey," Cara piped. "This is an Aladactorus Magnala. They only grow in Brazil! How did you get one so fresh? You must really be a magician!"
Her words were only a small part of Alden's experience of her. Her light blonde hair had loose finger size curls that he could imagine touching like delicate wisps of fog. Her eyes sparkled with a slate gray but the longer he looked the more Caribbean blue he found. Her smile was more than a pretty arrangement of shiny white teeth and delicate pink lips. Its real beauty was its happiness, its simple joy shining directly at Alden. He wanted desperately to know what it felt like to smile that way. "Well," he said while fighting to keep shyness from driving his hands into his pockets. "I do know a magic trick." Alden felt a nervous urge to walk away like it was all a mistake but her smile held him like a beacon and he wanted to swim toward to the source of her light.
"Oh, I love magic tricks!" Cara bounced up and down on her toes. She was so bright and happy that he could believe she had never experienced a painful moment in all her life. "Please do a trick for me! Please!" Cara's intoxicating smile washed away any fear Alden had about revealing himself to the world. He didn't care who knew what he could do. Even if the government found out how different his imagination was and dissected his brain, it would be worth the moment.
"Okay," Alden said taking a stance directly in front of her. He imagined he was a half block down the street waving at her then suddenly back, standing a few feet in front of her again.
Cara burst into a giggle like a baby looking up at a mother making funny faces. "Oh my goodness!" she said laughing and clapping in tiny silent applause. "That is amazing! How did you do that? Wait… I know, a good magician never reveals his secrets. You are really good!"
"Thank you," Alden said trying to keep his smile from taking over his entire face like a crazy person. "It's really the only trick I know."
"Well, it's a wonderful trick." Cara said like she was looking past his strange smile at his genuine happiness. "You should not be working for that nasty guy at the pizza shop! You should be performing on TV or doing shows in Las Vegas."
Alden thought about it and realized that no one had said anything encouraging to him on any level since his mother's dementia had robbed her of coherent conversation. In his mental wonderland of flowers and Cara's curly soft hair, the words, 'nasty guy at that pizza shop' echoed in the distance. He remembered Lorenzo and said, "I have to go back to work. Lorenzo might get mad."
"Aww… okay," Cara said with some subtle disappointment as if there should have been more to their meeting. "Oh hey!" she answered the disappointment as an idea seized her, bringing a new life to their moment. "I have a friend, Alexander. He's a professional magician that manages the old magic shop on the east side of the warehouse district. I bet he could help you book a show!" Cara brightened at her idea. "We could visit him after you finish work for the day."
"I would like that," Alden said smiling drunkenly like he had just experienced his first beer all over again. "I would really like that."
"Very well then! It's a date!" Cara said giggling bashfully. He could tell she was giggling at her effect on him. Somehow, he could feel that she saw a simple rapture and was charmed by it. She looked at him like she was marveling at his naiveté’ and gave him one more cute smile before she said, "I'll meet you at Lorenzo's at seven when you get off work." She turned to scamper down the sidewalk like a bunny disappearing down a path not looking back.
Alden couldn't contain himself and started jumping up and down in the middle of the empty sidewalk with his arms gleefully raised over his head. Suddenly, he imagined himself in the middle of a football field in a packed stadium with tens of thousands of people cheering. He was right on the fifty yard line, standing tall with his fists raised in triumph while the crowd cheered madly. Turning a slow three-sixty with a broad smile, soaking in the cheers, chanting and marching band fanfare, he was suddenly faced with a tidal wave of giant, padded, helmeted, football players thundering right at him like stampeding cattle. He imagined he was back at Lorenzo's just as they trampled the spot where he had been standing in a whirlwind of fluttering blades of grass and clumps of sod.