The Day I Traded My Slippers for Space Boots The prequel to the entire Sir William & Mac Life Without Slippers Series explains how William becomes a "Sir", who he is before he meets Mac, and how he realizes that he is more than a space barge pilot. Coming soon
William's meeting with the mysterious Circle of Eight: “So, if I agree to whatever you’re wanting me to agree to, and I slip up, spill the beans, you would agree to my death?” He nodded. I sat on the table. “Will other people want to kill me if I don’t tell them?” “Oh, my, yes,” Sonya said, moving away from a tree trunk in her chameleon sort of way. “But, if I don’t agree…” “You can stay here,” Kitz said, spinning around in a graceful dance. “It’s lovely. We’ll get you a little cabin, bring you food once in a while. Perhaps a pet. It would be very peaceful. Here. Forever.” She smiled. “Forever. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Read the first pages here:
Terror Birds What does an alien who is a space trash barge pilot have to do with saving Mac's dad from getting eaten by a not-so-extinct terror bird? Could Mac's life get any more bizarre? His mother has just died. His idiot father is somewhere in South America chasing an extinct, monstrous, flesh-ripping bird so that he can take a picture of it. Mac has to live at his Aunt Maddy's with his annoying, twirling seven year old cousin, Misha. The only thing good in his world is the beautiful and kind Rani. With all of this insanity why would he want to meet one more weird, useless adult? Because it is Sir William. From the planet Fidea. Who has steampunk goggles that teleport. And he's here to save Mac's father. And Mac. William has taken off his slippers, pulled on his boots, and is ready. Read more here. Now available ebook and audio on Amazon,
Pirates, and Dragons, and Ice, Oh, My! These are the methods of death that present themselves in the second book of the Sir William & Mac Life Without Slippers Series.
William suddenly appears in Mac's bedroom, telling him that they have to save a girl named Lolly:
William had put the goggles on, and the room filled with a brilliant, blinding, prism of light. The next thing I knew we were standing in the lobby of a hotel with palm trees outside and the sound of the ocean all around us. “Where are we?” Dizzy, a little shaky, I held onto a large potted fern, trying not be noticed that my knees occasionally buckled and I was swaying, just a bit. “Bali. We have to find Scott. He’s in cabana sixteen.” “Scott. Who is Scott?” “Lolly’s big brother, try to keep up. We need to hurry. She doesn’t have much time.”