"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less pathetic. And also, I spice it up with dirty poetry, in good ol' me style, so I don't ruin the esthetics.

Love in the shape of poems. Pain in the shape of words.

"Guns and sex... that's what you are." • • • Rya Wilkins is a top trained agent, working under the orders of the president of USA. Her job involves brutal interrogations, dangerous undercover CIA work, and killing people who pose a threat to their nation. - And a threat like that just so happens to come in the form of a lethal and dangerously handsome Italian agent, who managed to break into the CIA and steal confidential information. It is now Rya's job to retrieve that information and stop the goddamn mischievous, sexy, son of a-I'm-going-to-make-your-body-explode-in-more-ways-than-one agent and bring him into custody. But there's a thin line between hatred and love - and that line turns out to be Rya's thong.

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

"You want me to be a genius or do you want me to fuck you?" • • • The Alexandrettia is the finest school in the state, known for producing the smartest, and most talented kids in America. 21 year old keen painter Mia Hanson managed to get a spot. She worked her whole life to get inside, to see the hallowed halls her biggest idols once walked through. But those very same halls gets vandalized one wild night, and the person responsible gets sentenced to do community service, working as a janitor to clean up his mess. With his brooding eyes, filthy mouth and body covered up in ink, Eli the type of guy you run away from; The type who only lives for the trouble; The type you just know packs a brain the size of a peanut. But when one of Fermat's biggest unsolved mathematical problems gets solved by an unknown source, rumors start as to who and where this genius might be... Well: Three guesses who?

SEQUEL to 'Waiting For Mr. Left' **This is Book Two of the Fighting Temptation Series.** Bruce and Alexis are taking a break...or are they...you'll have to read to find out. Bruce "Alexis...you know what...whatever...I'm done." I hang up the phone. Tossing it on my desk. "She wants out... F*** her!" I stand to my feet, straighten out my blazer, and reposition my tie just as my assistant Deidre walks in. Alexis I throw the covers off of my bed, and get out of bed. I walk to my walk in closet with a purpose. I slam the doors open. "He still has my heart. So what, he can keep it. I don't need it. That muthaf***** is going to regret the day he met me."

**This is Book One of the Fighting Temptation Series.** Mr. Right...shouldn't it be Mr. Left? Since on your right hand is where the engagement ring goes, and the left ,the wedding ring. I don't just want to get engaged, I want to be married to my "perfect for me" Mr. Left. Handsome and intelligent, fun and spontaneous, adventurous and ambitious, humble and loyal, pampers me and loves me for me, and finally GREAT IN BED!! Hallelujah praise be to God! Being a 29 year old virgin waiting for Mr. Left is not easy. Especially with all the fine specimens of men roaming the earth, and all your girlfriends taking about who rocked their boat the night before. I'd be happy if someone would even glanced at the dock. It's not that I'm judging them for having sex before marriage, it's just that I want my husband to be the only man in all the world to have me. I know, I'm old fashioned. People tell me all the time that I'm a romantic. I want to be courted, and not in some bar or a club. I want him to be sure that it is me he wants and I want to be sure that he's the one for me. This is my story to finding Mr. Left, as told by a near 30 year old virgin...Lord Help Me. I feel sorry for everyone reading this, ya'll are not prepared what goes through my mind on a daily basis.

**This is Book One of the Challenges of the Heart Series** She's innocent, he's not. What happens when naive meets heartbreaker? What happens when a deliciously handsome and determined foreigner falls for the same woman? Will her heart get torn to pieces as it is pulled in two directions? Read on and find out. And of course vote, comment, and share.