Dovan's Island is a great summer read, and a riveting adventure any time of the year. Max Velius, our protagonist takes his family away for a relaxing summer vacation on Dovan's Island, or so he thinks. Max practically grew up on Dovan's Island. His family spent every summer of his youth at their summer home on the island. The house, which had been built by his grandfather, was a majestic Victorian-style home that sat on the bluffs which overlooked the Atlantic Ocean. When he was young, Max spent endless hours in the turret, or crows nest as he called it, staring out at the ocean and dreaming of swashbuckling adventures and fair maidens. He hoped that this summer would be a healing salve to his malaise, but Max was about have the most adventurous summer of his life. Between an old flame, whom he hadn't seen in years but was still as beautiful as the last time he saw her, and an old friend he thought he'd lost, Max's plans for a tranquil summer were about to be torpedoed as he is swept up in a world of international intrigue and espionage.
Daniel came into this world on a cold and bitter December night in 1963, on the banks of the Ohio River. After spending the first eleven years of his life in Northern Kentucky, Daniel began a nomadic journey that continues to this day. Oklahoma, the land of tornadoes and endless horizons, was the first stop, followed by New Jersey. After high school and some college and a couple of odd jobs, Daniel enlisted in the Air Force as an air traffic controller. His training and assignments took him to San Antonio, TX; Biloxi, MS; and Altus AFB, Altus, OK (of course you've never heard of Altus). Upon completion of his enlistment, he spent a year in Longmont, CO. Daniel enjoyed the soaring peaks and champagne powder of Colorado's Rocky Mountains. Daniel moved on to Georgia, where he experienced several more diverse career fields designed to color his experience to develop his writing style (facetiousness intended). Although Daniel was raised in a Christian home, he strayed from his faith during his teen years. He came back to that faith his twenties: a faith that would be integral to his successful battle with terminal cancer. In 1996, Daniel met his lovely wife Linda. They married later that year and lived in her hometown, Andalusia, AL for as long as Daniel could stand it (almost a whole month). After a year and a half, Daniel and Linda moved to Jacksonville, FL. During their 4 1/2 year stay there, Daniel II was born, and a year later Daniel (senior) was diagnosed with cancer. Following a harrowing experience during which Daniel (senior) almost died, the Neffs packed up and headed to Maine to pursue their calling to work with troubled teenagers. They spent four years in the beautiful Pine Tree state, unwinding from the stress of dealing with agitated adolescents by taking in the rocky coast and scenic mountains and driving around looking for moose (mooses, meese, meeses?). Daniel and Linda retired from working with kids in trouble (or so they thought) and moved from Maine to Kentucky, specifically Lexington, the heart of Bluegrass Country. Horse farms everywhere you turn and rolling hills of waving fields of blue grass. Unable to secure meaningful, long-term employment in Kentucky, In the fall of 2008 they took a job as houseparents at a group home in North Carolina, the FINAL episode in their tenure in that industry. Daniel currently lives in western North Carolina with his wife Linda, their son Daniel, and their Golden Retriever Johnny Bud.