My name is Alina. I am a clinical psychologist. I am a regular citizen who is a loner with very few distant friends. This remains true until one day I find myself in the emergency room after breaking my arm during a regular morning jog. This is a narration of my story. I am childless and divorced to my teenage hood sweetheart who eventually embraced his sexuality as gay. In the process of letting him go, I meet a charming and well articulated soft spoken man who has a lot of skeletons in the closet. But so does my ex husband who unfortunately entangles himself with drug dealers who end up hunting him down. Not only do they want him dead but also my head and his out of wedlock son's whom in unexpected turn of events eventually finds a mother in me. Turn the pages to find out how love comes in the most difficult of places as I struggle between the hands of the only man I have loved all my life and a man who goes through the end of the earth to rescue me from a deep pit of fire.

Livvi Grey is the lowest of the food chain at Port Ramsey High School and the last thing she'd ever want is attention. But when a dashing UK transfer student appears at her English class door, her world comes crashing down to a fierce reality of love, passion, and confidence.

Hamid's life is crumbling, will 16-year-old Neveah be the one to put it back together or will she give up on Hamid as he gives up on himself. Neveah is a regular high school girl, Naïve and crush bound. All that changes when she meets Hamid Salem. A teenage boy with a lot on his plate and little time. Will Hamid fall irrevocably in love with Neveah or will he continue to put everything before Love. Find out in 'The size of our hearts' by Wyanika Okoro.

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.