Buy Book One, Legends of Arenia: Arrival, here!

The Sullivans are a normal family. But after being transported to the magical world of Arenia, normal isn’t a luxury they can afford.

It’s just another Thanksgiving for the Sullivans—until the walls disappear and they discover they are being transported to Arenia, a place where game rules are real and their Earthen ability to reincarnate grants them unlimited potential.

Or it would, if the celestial administrator in charge of their case hadn’t mixed up longitude and latitude and sent the wrong family. Oops. Too bad he already faked their deaths.

Now scattered throughout the Arenian wilderness and armed only with their Tomes—books containing all of their skills, accomplishments, and quests—the family members must discover a strength they didn’t know they had if they are going to survive long enough to find each other.

Note: Contains some profanity and a turkey, but not a profane turkey. Personally, I’m fine with profane turkeys, but if that’s where you draw the line, you should know that there are none in this book. In fact, I’m going to promise you no profane turkeys for the entire series. That’s my gift to you.

Buy Book Two, Legends of Arenia: Discovery, here!

Palmyre. A city of questions and a family short on answers. And foremost on everyone’s mind is the question that matters most: Where is Grandpa Jack?

After a long and arduous journey, the Sullivan family has made it to Palmyre. The initial joy over their reunion soon fades, however, when Grandpa Jack fails to arrive. With no way of seeking him out, they turn their attention to surviving in a town far different from anything they have experienced before. For some, it is a matter of learning who they are. For others, it is about learning what they are becoming. And for Grandpa Jack, well, he would have gotten to that damn town ages ago if there weren’t so many damn creatures, monsters, and gods in the way.

As for Turkaletta…does anyone think of the turkey? Nooo. It’s all, “Where’s Grandpa Jack?” Couldn’t just one person say, “What about our turkey?”

Sigh. Looks like she’ll have to do it her way.