Books published by publisher Capital Ideations, LLC

Everyone loves a good joke, but nobody enjoys being subjected to the fun. Pranks are an especially childish form of delight, perhaps because they are the ultimate expression of prurient sadism, which we must disavow as civilized adults.We, the same civilized adults who teach our beloved youth the art of warfare while stockpiling an obscene surplus of thermonuclear weapons. Now, that is funny!So, tease a guilty moment to titillate your secret sadist today. Giggling, it whispers. Of spoiled affluence and nothing better to do; of grotesque victimization that makes monsters from innocent children; of twisted perspectives that render terrible things laughable and of all the bent human beings that make life fun; of deliberate malefactors unknown and ne’er-do-well caretakers on duty; of social misfits tasked by god, and of clever young men directing hidden cameras; such twisted threads weave life’s strange tapestry. Of pranks, here find countless examples, and of pranksters, eight.

Champions come in all shapes and forms. The same is true of cowards. Most of us line up somewhere between these two extremes of potential, but none of us eagerly anticipate having to prove ourselves in a crossfire.In fact, most notable acts of heroism are not the results of well-considered, carefully laid plans. Rather, these are often spontaneous yet deliberate demonstrations of selflessness occasionally on display when normal human beings must confront life-threatening risk.Take a deep, calming breath now, before you dare gaze into the face of death. Trembling, heed its heckling catcalls. Of broken people living broken lives; of ever hopeful children slowly ground into cynical adults beneath crushing realities; of good men trapped in bad places and of bad men working good deeds; of tangible human guilt and scatological human torment; such twisted threads weave life’s strange tapestries. Of redemptions failed or delivered, here find disturbing variations, and of heroes, none.

He's a notorious corporate spy. His last job uncovered a disturbing truth long and deeply buried by the powers-that-be. Though his corporate enemies have kept him imprisoned by flying him endlessly around the world, he is neither forgotten or alone. When a band of anonymous hackers finally locates him within his prison in the sky, they will stop at nothing to free him and expose his discovery.It's a hell of a way to travel!

A thousand years ago, stoic Norsemen built resilient ocean-going longboats from wood and iron. Through four centuries of conquest, in these robust vessels countless Viking adventurers set forth from homelands of ice and snow to claim victory or Valhalla along far western horizons.Cast into a vast, hostile ocean aboard a small longboat, a handful of stoic Norse mercenaries gamble their lives in pursuit of freedom and fortune. All are bound for horizons of history, inevitably destined to find their eternal home among sagas of the never seen

Disinfectants, detergents, insecticides, fungicides, herbicides and homicides – everything a human being needs to clear his or her lot and start fresh in life, clean and pure, and it all waits at the press of a finger. Some of us love a good disaster, but we watch from a safe distance and it always happens to someone else… somewhere else… never here. Never us.Distended bellies and skeletal children are always the misfortune of others. Stop and wonder why. The preferred answer no doubt leaps easily to mind, but the truth is probably quite different, because pestilence comes in all shapes, forms and fashions.Scratch a moment, since you itch, and listen to the incessant rasp of a gathering legion. It twitters. Of gnawing incisors and rapacious fangs; of chitinous exoskeletons and cellophane wings; of mutant monstrosities impossible to kill and of ancient evils never to be purged; of alien leviathans and endangered intellects kept in a multitude; of ravenous lunatics, and of raiding swarms; such twisted threads weave life’s strange tapestry. Of pests, here find a restive horde, and of plagues, ten.

Forty years a soldier. Forty years a spy. Forty years an international trafficker of weapons and drugs. All, the accomplishments of one nameless man, a “spook”. From the frozen highlands of Korea, through the sweltering hinterlands of Vietnam, into the arid wastes of Afghanistan and Iraq, then across the Atlantic to the oppressive deserts of Mexico, his career followed an opium highway through the highlights of modern history. His perspective will change you.With all the powerful innovations of modern technology, no nation on Earth has succeeded in closing its borders to the illegal trade of drugs and weapons. One man can tell you why.

God's second son. Humankind's second sin. His crime, the first crime. Therefore, the greatest. After he murdered his brother, the bloody stone tumbled from his left hand, and he covered his youthful victim with earth. This, a tale told endlessly throughout eons of human existence. Yet, history has always told it wrong, for his is a story without end.A fallen angel or a cursed man, one incarnate immortal soul walks among humankind through endless centuries of history. He is as irredeemable as he is unrepentant.

Every stellar rise deserves a cosmic fall. Inhumanly callous and ruthlessly selfish, he made a fortune in predatory mortgage loans prior to the economic collapse of 2008. In its calamitous aftermath, executive handlers staged him for a corporate patsy and left him to answer alone for their collective crimes. Facing financial ruin and certain incarceration, his reduced prospects force him to move his family into a rat-infested bungalow.In the aftermath of his ruin, one man’s family confronts an epic plague of vermin when they move into a modest country home. They have all the benefits of human civilization in such a contest, but the rats have the numbers.

On Friday, October 13th of 1307, the Knights Templar ceased to exist. Imprisoned, tortured and executed, in a single day, every soldier of that once-powerful order became a capital offender with no hope for reprieve. Fabulously wealthy at the time, the Templars owned vast estates that safeguarded legendary caches of treasure. Though their enemies seized much of their property, rumors of lost hordes echo through history to the present day.Having survived the disastrous purge of 1307, a Templar sergeant and chaplain flee to the relative safety of Portugal, where they learn the fate of the order's most sacred talisman. Not every legend is a lie.

In the limitless expanse of the cosmos, intelligence need not be confined to water-filled flesh. For every form of imagination, there is an embodiment of it out there in the void. On this world in this system, everything may be uniquely alive, from the rocks to the sandstorms. How does one conquer the wind?It is an alien intellect in the shifting sands of a waterless planet. Journey here to die. Or be reborn.

He's tall, lanky, flabby and sloppy, and his taste for women is low and vulgar. Bernie has one thing going for him, however, for he is prodigiously endowed as a man and he has a thing for ugly women. They dote and fawn over him and Bernie wallows in it all, much to the disgust and morbid curiosity of his co-workers, who have labeled his penchant for love's baser side ""Bernie's Thing"". Nobody knows how he does it, but all concede Bernie's success when, once every month, he arrives late at work with a new and noxious female companion hanging from his arm.Many women will say “size doesn't matter”. Bernie knows the truth, as do the countless lonely women he dates in endless rotation. Is quantity superior to quality? What is quality, anyway? All is fair in war and love.

He drives a specially modified Snow Cat, shuttling roughnecks to the wildest gas fields on Earth, which are situated along a frozen peninsula in the far northern wastes of Siberia. For decades, he has simultaneously battled the elements and violent bandits, but he must now confront the most difficult test of his life.After a global catastrophe, he is perhaps one of the last men left alive, but he survives with the hope that somehow his young daughter is waiting for him on the far side of the globe. It's the end of the world, but it's not the end of “Lucky Thirteen” or its tenacious driver.