Books by Don Webb

ENDLESS HONEYMOON by Don Webb
MYSTERY THRILLER
Released: Jan. 1, 2001

"Okay, so two wrongs don't really make a right. But two endless honeymooners pursued by two obsessive Feds, a passel of pranks, and an out-of-control computer genius make the latest from Webb (The Double, 1999, etc.) a hilarious joyride into cosmic chaos. "
Mama always said that two wrongs don't make a right. So why does Roy Chadwick think he can make the world a better place by killing off those mean-spirited individuals whose inveterate meddling poisons the lives of everyone around them? Sure, his Program, a probabalistic computer model, predicts with uncanny accuracy which folks will find their happiness trashed by the "psychic vampires"—as Roy calls them—whose "innocent" remarks and "helpful" hints breed dissension between lovers, spouses, and friends. What it doesn't predict is the mayhem touched off when computer upstart Willis Spencer hijacks the Program for his and his wife Virginia's private amusement. Setting off on a regional spree, the happy couple pull outrageous but nonlethal pranks on nasties throughout the great state of Texas, punctuated by conjugal romps in a string of no-tell motels. But the Spencers, less experienced than Roy, are easily tracked by FBI agent William Mondragon and ex-FBI agent Abel Salazar—both a few beans short of a burrito—whose single-minded pursuit of Chadwick leads them to a collision course with the Spencers and with each other. Blackmail, kidnapping, and a zillion double-crosses bring the lovebirds to the brink of computer-generated disaster when Chadwick uses their pranks as a tool to escape the seductive power of his own invention. Read full book review >
THE DOUBLE by Don Webb
MYSTERY THRILLER
Released: Oct. 16, 1998

Ever have one of those days when you knew right from the start that things weren't going to go well? When freelance computer game text writer John Reynman comes down to pick up his mail, he finds a corpse in his living room, a tall man with gray eyes and bronze hair, black-rimmed glasses and two tattoos, a black rose over his heart, a logo for a rock group called the Electric Luddites on his left forearm. The man is a stranger, but what especially disturbs John (as if the smell weren't enough) is that the dead man is a dead ringer for him. In less time than it takes to fall into bed with Michelle Galen, the nubile lawyer he needs to get him out of the awkward situation his dead double has landed him in, sober-sided John is up to his pocket protector in suspicious cops, occultists, stray bullets, and members of the legendary Brotherhood of Something or Other (BOSO). Despite breaks for frequent bouts of athletically intellectual sex (—His dick was harder than advanced calculus,— etc.), none of the subsequent whimsy ever comes close to fulfilling the promise of that arresting opening tableau. Rolling-stone Webb's (Uncle Ovid's Exercise Book, 1988) first essay in the form starts bizarrely, then gets increasingly illogical and uncompelling—like The Crying of Lot 49 in reverse. Read full book review >