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Find yourself leaving the Hawaiian island of Lana'i with Agent Boudreaux as he tries to retire but finds... it's too big of an adventure to pass up!

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FREE on Kindle ~ "A Paradise of One"

An elderly man is left in a Honolulu city park, abandoned by his caregivers, his family and his past.

In a bid to defend a young woman he finds himself befriended by a unique group of homeless people helping those in a difficult situation: where the beauty inherent in their tropical surroundings encourages empathy, and hope.

From Waikiki to Waimanalo beach his adventures help him discover the magic inherent in people who help. Eventually, he discovers a beauty of a deeper source. Just in time.

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Review:
Peacock takes us on another deeply insightful and in-depth view of life in Hawaii. An elderly man, with an adventurous past, and an increasing dose of dementia, is abandoned at a city park in Waikiki. Coming to the aid of a prostitute being attacked, they enter an unusual alliance of trust and survival on the streets of Honolulu, and the beaches of Waimanalo. Eventually, they settle into their final states of being, shaped by the tropical wonder around them, and each other. This is a story you won't soon forget.

Excerpt:
"Oh my god!" the young woman says loudly. Then she says it again, very softly. She looks up at me, still sitting on her recently kicked butt. "Is he dead?"
"No way," I say, looking down at the growing pool of red that is making its way toward the storm drain. "Well," I re-evaluate. "Maybe."
The young woman stands up and grabs my hand. "Well, if he's not, he's gonna kill me. And, if he is, we're both in trouble." 
I pull back against her hand, more in habit than anything else. She holds tight. Her strength reminds me of the nurses at the dying place. "I've got to wait on Aunt whats-her-name. She's coming before dark."
"Old man, it's already way past dark. Your ride isn't coming." She pulls me back around to the side of the restroom, as some of the park people began moving slowly over to where the blood is spilling into the storm drain. I can hear it splashing.
She pushes me up against the restroom wall, and I can see buses and taxi cabs moving along the street behind her. Her perfume is overwhelming. I look down at her and am suddenly horrified.
"No! No thank you," I say feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "I don't have any money."
She takes a step back and laughs gently. I feel like she is being polite, trying not to mock my fear.
"Silly boy, I'm not here for that." She smiles in perhaps the most beautiful way I can remember ever seeing anyone smile. She was, at least for that moment in the shadows, angelic. "What's your name, cowboy?"
I felt too embarrassed about my earlier embarrassment to answer. 
"I'm Rainbow," she says proudly, holding her hand out to me.
I am at a loss for words, for several reasons. But, she has called me cowboy, so I go with that.
"Cowboy," I say and take her hand. It is so warm I don't want to let go. 
Rainbow shakes my hand and then peels hers away. "Let's go, Cowboy. This is now a crime scene, and I'm on probation." 
I watch her sprint for the street. She turns for me when I don't follow, runs back to grab my arm and leads us both out of the park, onto the sidewalk. She confidently steps out onto Kuhio avenue and pulls up her skirt along one leg which has a strange magnetic effect on two taxis. 
She pulls me into the first one, reaches over my lap to pull the door closed, brushing her young breasts against what used to be my dangerous parts. 
"Waikiki!" she tells the driver. She leans back into her seat and lets her head rest, closing her eyes, apparently content we have escaped something.
I watch out the dirty window as we leave the crime scene, then sadly look into my non-responsive lap and see another one.

AGENT BOUDREAUX series is LIVE!

 Paperback and Kindle eBooks Now Available

Book 1:  Leaving Lana'i
“I should be dead.  Again...”
...and so this new SERIES begins, on the Hawaiian islands of Lana'i and Maui.  A billionaire private island owner, an escaped DNA-altered scientist and at every corner
a challenge...

Meet Agent James Boudreaux, an officer with an
undisclosed affiliation to an American intelligence service.

He's a little rough around the edges, funny,
super-observant, and sometimes wrong.



Book 2:  the Slovakian
"And, again, I leap into the fray..."

Enter, the Slovakian, perhaps the real mastermind behind whatever it is going on in Prince Talbert's underground lair, on the island of Lana'i. 

Their early experiments have Boudreaux unable to resist.
"I try not to stare, but that's never stopped me before"


Book 3:  A Perfect Analogy
"God set us loose here, why not do what we want?"

The ambitions of Talbert and the Slovakian are far broader than Boudreaux or his Langley handlers could ever imagine.

books 4, 5 and 6 due out in early 2019

Excerpt from Book 3: Agent Boudreaux - A Perfect Analogy

a chapter from Book 3 in the Agent Boudreaux series as he flies in on a small commuter plane from Maui...on his way to Lana'ififty-five
~~~Honolulu from the air, reflecting an afternoon sun, glows majestic in its march from the mountains to the sea. The little plane bounces around on the air stirred mischiefly by that rear guard. If their destination is indeed the big blue below I, for one, would not fault the idea.As we approach for landing, the details quash the mystical with concrete and cars, but I've already been kissed. It's a familiar love, one from my early days when adventure was composed of only youth and the living of it.Different worlds, on the same planet.We taxi up to a small commuter terminal, spend an hour sorting out who goes where, fueling, changing crews and aircraft. The small dogs all parade just in front of their owners, apparently knowing where to go.I find the first water fountain I can, which is difficult these days, as they have gone the way of the pay phone. I don't want it from a bottle, but from this island, the aquifer below those mountains. I need to taste her again, if only in passing.Leaving again, I sit in the front row, with a nice view through the open cockpit ahead. Taxiing out to the reef runway, we line up with Diamond Head, and an ascending full moon.Rising up, I wonder why I ever left this place.

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Signalling in Plain Site

Namesake, Uncle James "Spitball" Boudreaux of the 1920s Chicago Cubs, was often accused of doctoring the balls he pitched (especially to the NY Yankees). However, recently declassified FBI documents prove what Aunt Tarilla knew all along - he was signalling his FBI handler behind home plate. [this particular signal: don't order the pepperoni pizza from Luigi's on 4th] * Future pictures will focus on the exotic methods of signalling embedded in advertisements, sports maneuvers and disco dancing! #AgentBoudreaux #spy #thriller

Agent Boudreaux's Cousin and the NUTS...

winner of the "Clever Award" 1947, Praquea successful application of a crazy idea: Cousin Alexander's "Navigationally Universal Transmission Service" or NUTS proved quite useful to the Cold War western alliances attempting to eavesdrop on their Soviet counterparts - at first. Unfortunately, it was difficult (no, actually impossible) to approach a suspected spy den without invoking espionage-stopping laughter from said Soviets. Thus, the award. He did a great service for the cause through comedic distraction.

another inventive relative...

another inventive relative...

* great-great-grandfather Horris, having lost all 10 toes while attempting to summit Strawberry Hill in the dead of winter refused to live the remaining eighty years of his life as an invalid. His "roller coasters" easily propelled him from one circus venue to another but also generated enough electricity to power the encrypted radio transmitter hidden just under his stylish hat. He was subsequently awarded the good Queen's Medal of Awesomeness.
#AgentBoudreaux #spy #thriller