A dark, modern fairytale with a touch of burlesque, magic and mischief.

The princess. The liar. The thief. The bully. The wuss. Five troubled teens from all over the globe, plus their inexperienced driver and elderly chaperone, have unexpectedly been stranded in the exotic-bizarre rainforest world of Borneo. It was supposed to be a year-end leadership seminar. It was supposed to help them grow, their minds expanded by the stunning landscape and the exotic wildlife. In reality? Not so much. Lost and separated in an uncaring rain forest with flying snakes, abusive primates, and marauding jungle life, it's an unremarkable little bird-a cuckoo shrike-that seems to be calling all the shots. Each member of the Cuckoo Colloquium is forced to face their own unique challenges, both savage and fantastic ... or die trying. Because as it turns out, the jungle has no intention of letting them go. Debut author Michael A. Greco's The Cuckoo Colloquium is a thrilling story of hope, survival, and pushing past the limits our world draws around us. cover: Tovi King (@toviking) *** All rights Reserved. No part of this book shall be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in whole or in part, in any form, or by any means, either electronic, mechanical, photocopying or recording, without the prior permission in written form from the author, or the copyright holder, or as expressly permitted by law, or by license. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents, either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. ***

Can you fall in love with someone by just reading their letters?

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."