Kevin McGee

Kevin P. McGee has lived a life so chaotic it probably qualifies as its own genre. A retired police officer who fearlessly patrolled the treacherous cul-de-sacs of America’s smallest state, Kevin once took down a multi-state crime spree simply by recognizing the world’s sketchiest truck leaving a Dunkin’. He launched his cruiser over a fallen tree (Dukes of Hazzard style), let a 2004 Red Sox player flip the sirens all the way to Logan Airport, and earned a legendary 30-day reprimand for peeling out of the police station—starting from the Chief’s parking spot.

His proudest moment? Writing tickets to every Yankee fan he ever pulled over and signing them “Bucky ‘Bleeping’ Dent.”

After turning in his badge, Kevin taught high school history, where students learned about the Constitution, the World Wars, and why Tom Brady is not only the GOAT, but possibly the fifth Beatle and a time-traveling Founding Father. These days, he spends his daylight hours untangling global financial crimes—and once prevented a very wealthy lunatic from eating a live bear at a restaurant. (Seriously. Don’t ask. The bear is fine.)

Kevin has three mostly adult children, each living their own gloriously unpredictable adventure. One jumps out of airplanes (well... is technically pushed by fellow members of the 82nd Airborne and screams the whole way down). One is a champion Irish dancer who moonlights at Disney leading Andy’s Toys—her best friend is Slinky Dog, and yes, they do have lunch plans. And the youngest is a brilliant lab scientist slowly climbing the ranks under the questionable supervision of Dr. Doofenshmirtz. He’s incredibly proud of all of them—even if he’s slightly concerned one day they’ll put him in a padded cell.

By night, Kevin becomes a full-time word wizard, conjuring supernatural storms, sarcastic sidekicks, and rainbow-powered kids who take on ancient evil with more bravery than common sense. He lives in South Carolina with his wife Colleen, a 4'10" redhead with the soul of a warrior queen. Small in stature, legendary in presence, she runs the McGee household with equal parts compassion and “don’t test me.” Kevin may have faced down criminals, but he knows better than to leave dishes in the sink when the general’s home. Together, they share their home with four lovable, intellectually challenged canines and three cats who definitely run the house and may or may not be plotting a coup.

The Eternal Storm is his sixth—and most personal—novel yet.

Read it. Gift it. And if a rainbow ever talks to you… listen.