Mind Control Stories

After months of having trouble sleeping, Eric's mother orders sleeping pills from a shady website. The side effects might just be too much for her son to bear!

The Long-Awaited Sequel to THE ADDICTED NATURAL

On a family expedition to Egypt, a bored teen sneaks away from her tour group and finds herself lost in a tunnel. Desperate for rescue she comes across a group of mysterious figures. Her trouble has only begun.

On an exploratory road trip to the east coast I found the perfect home in New Hampshire. Now, if I could buy it I'd be happy...If I could find someone to sell it...If I could find out who owns it...and what about the fine red lines surrounding the house when it's foggy? Why do most of the old men look alike and why are the women young, buxom, blond and beautiful. But, most of all, what casts the shadows on the windows?

A Sorenson’s Family Story
This is a story about siblings going home for Thanksgiving from college. This family has been involved in heavy bdsm for many years, so expect lots of humiliating circumstances and degradation. Personally, I don't recommend anybody read it unless you're seriously into that type of thing. This is the prequel to A Mother's Day Visit.

An Episode in the Great Justice Universe
Doctor Nightmare: mad scientist, works under The Chosen Few. He finally succeeds in implementing his mind control weapon after three years of progressively more spectacular failures. His sponsored adjunct, Wicked Sharp, is set to abandon him, leaving him and his bargain bin henchmen to the mercy of local heroes.

A drunken mistake, I sent that new girl I was just getting to know a dick pic! The one thing I knew she hated! But why is that every woman who sees that picture just needs to get on my dick? What if... What if a dick pic worked?

If you've ever watched an 80s beach movie and thought, "This could use more existential horror, heavier satire, and a lot more bouncing," then congratulations—this book was made for you. Bikini Beach isn't just a parody. It's a celebration of the vapid, sun-drenched, neon-drenched excess of a forgotten era, when movies didn't need a plot as long as they had slow-motion jiggling and a beach party finale