This is a collection of three short stories, narrated by college-going and college-educated young men and women, both gifted and flawed, hopeful and hopeless; and connected by one universal theme: love.This is a collection of three short stories, narrated by college-going and college-educated young men and women, both gifted and flawed, hopeful and hopeless; and connected by one universal theme: love.Jeff Roulston, also known as Jeff The Writer, is a social service worker, coach and proud Torontonian. He is a graduate of Oakwood University, an Historically-Black College, where he studied communications, played varsity basketball and edited the Spreading Oak newspaper. His poetry, short stories, essays and articles have appeared in The Huntsville (Ala.) Times, Urbanology, HipHopCanada.com, Sway, OmitLimitation.com, BKNation.org and F-You: The Forgiveness Project. His 2013 poetry chapbook Toronto The Good is also available on Smashwords.

Their desire is real, but it's going on trial...After one unforgettable night with the Domme of his dreams, Freddy knows he wants more. Camille is beautiful, bold, and the right amount of bossy. She also wants more from Freddy, too. But before the pair can reconnect at the club, they find each other in the last place either expect: at the negotiating table of a nasty divorce case, representing opposing clients. Legally bound to put their clients' interests first, Freddy and Camille must resist the temptation of their undeniable chemistry before it derails their careers. Pitted against each other by their very different clients, these two high-powered attorneys will struggle to make it to the end of the divorce with their desire unharmed. Can they navigate the mess they've made, or will the case for more nights at the club get dismissed? Masters of Marquis1. Bondage Buddies2. Master Chef3. Law & Disorder4. Switch Play5....

Lyra's last conscious thought was being trapped under debris in a dam collapse. When her consciousness woke up, things were... different.She was in her sixth decade, but her body was slight and curvy, and she had a lot of blue hair in lieu of her normal mud brown. That was different.She meets the medical team, and they are aliens with pointy ears. Fair enough. She now has pointy ears as well.A briefing lets her know she is an omega. She is the only omega on the entire planet and the first of her kind to wake. What follows is a dizzying culture shock, a lot of firsts, and being the target of a mate-drive run that will see her with partners by the end of it. The first Omega Run since the natural omegas died. What could go wrong?

My name is Madison Altman. Don't think because I've disguised myself as a man and have accepted a job that takes me away from Earth that I'm running away from love. That's not true. I met the love of my life—but he was killed on our wedding day.Chaperoning crazy women traveling to Dakon to become the mail order brides of aliens is just a way to pay the bills. Unfortunately, on this latest assignment, the ship returned to Earth without me! Luckily, Enoki came to my rescue. He might be hot, and sexy as hell with his gravelly voice and throbbing horns, but he believes I'm a man, and we're friends, not lovers. That's how I want it. That's how it has to be. As soon Enoki can get me a flight to Earth, I'm leaving this frozen planet for good.I'm Enoki, leader of Dakon. For the longest time, whispers in the wind told me my Fated mate was coming. Whispers turned to shouts when the recent shipment of females arrived, but none of them were mine. I must accept the Fates were...

The three-person crew of the Halo One had one more assignment to complete before taking their much-needed vacation. Go on a surveillance mission to a small planet in a distant part of the galaxy, observe and report back. All was going according to plan until a solar flare sent their spaceship crashing to the surface. Now, Phate, Kien and Solgre have a new mission until rescue arrives.Find out if Earth females are advanced enough to join the Intergalactic Dating Agency. The Player. Albeit Kien could've gone without the crash landing to Earth but since he's here, he might as well enjoy himself and their new mission: use the humans' idea of a dating app to meet and sample as many human women as possible. This was quickly turning into the best mission—ever. It wasn't until after his neighbor's fiery best friend came along and his easy-going single lifestyle was suddenly in question. Unlike Phate, who was a romantic at heart, Kien prided himself in his...

Short stories and some poems. Some are a bit tense; some are amusing, some border on nonsense. The poems are whatever the reader sees in them.Short stories and some poems. Stories up to 2500 words in length. Some are a bit tense; some are amusing, some border on nonsense. The poems are whatever the reader sees in them.

A small collection of 5 poems by Andrei Voznesensky, one of the most popular Russian poets of the recent times.Andrei Voznesensky (May 12, 1933 – June 1, 2010) was one of the most original and daring poets of the Soviet Era. As a 14-year old, he sent his poems to Boris Pasternak, and soon became his apprentice. He graduated as an architect in 1957, but a fire in the institute, which was symbolic to young Voznesensky, caused him to reconsider his career and he chose instead to focus on his poetry. His first publications in the late 50’s caused a sensation. After successful trips abroad to Europe and US, Voznesensky attracted the attention of such prominent people as president Kennedy and Marylin Monroe. His success abroad led to jealousy at home and he was publicly attacked, humiliated and threatened with exile by the General Secretary of the Communist Party, Nikita Khrushchev. His poetry was so popular in Russia, that he would easily pack stadiums with his readings. He was very active in the theater and wrote a number of songs that became extremely popular with the people. He continued to write poetry until the end of his life. Andrei Voznesensky passed away in Moscow on June 1, 2010 of complications from asthma and heart condition.