New Book Release!

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***NEW RELEASE ALERT***

LaRue “Church Mouse” Simmons is a feisty pain in my ass. I knew I loved her when we met in that biker bar two years ago. She blew me off then, but now she’s back and needs my help. I will do anything to show her she belongs with me. Even help her avenge her father’s death. If I can only get her to curb that attitude and listen, we’ll get along just fine. But, who said love was easy? She’s stubborn, independent and thinks she knows everything. I’m a surly bastard who enjoys the game more than she knows. It’s going to be fun taming LaRue.

***This is Book 2 in The Predator MC Series. Book 1 in this series is a prequel, and is only available to the author’s newsletter subscribers. Click HERE to subscribe

However, The Taming of LaRue can be enjoyed as a Standalone novel.***

A BWWM LoveRotica Tale

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The Opposite of Hew – New Release

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Hi Lovies,

opposite of hew coverJust a quick note to let you all know about my latest project. I have written an Interracial Romance Novella entitled The Opposite of Hew! The book will be released on July 27th and is currently on pre-order on Amazon.

Here’s the Deetz:

Kay McQueen is a woman who goes against the grain. She wants no part of love or romance. When her beloved aunt passes away, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery. She meets Heath Novack and discovers they have more in common than either of them think. However, when she learns the truth about who he really is, can she forgive his deception or will she realize she has known the truth all along?

This is not your typical romance. Happily Ever After isn’t always what it seems.
A BWWM Romance

Pre-order your copy today by clicking here! This will be the first time I am using Kindle Unlimited, so if you have a subscription, you can read it for FREE after the release date.

 

50 Years of Loving Guest Blog – Lisa W. Tetting

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Love, Lies and Bowling

by Lisa W. Tetting

I am usually private about my marriage. That’s just how I’m built. It is rare that I tell the complete story of how I met my husband Doug, but the 50th Anniversary of Loving vs Virginia seems like a good time to spill the tea.

Picture it – Sicily 1995… Alright so my name is not Sophia and it wasn’t in Sicily it was Raleigh, but it was 1995. I was working in a grocery store when a strange blonde lady approached me as if we were old friends. Since I was at work, I was pleasant and polite, but in the back of my mind I was thinking this woman is crazy! She just approached a stranger and asked her to go out with one of her friends. Who does that?

“I have a friend who really likes you and he wants to go out with you,” she cooed, smiling like she just asked me what time it was.

Normally, I would have told her about herself and went about my business, but like I said, I was at work so I held my tongue. The lady introduced herself and continued talking to her new BFF – me…

“My name is Karen and I come in here all of the time. I see you a lot and you have rented videos to me.”

It was true that I rented hundreds of videos to people every week, but I didn’t recall this woman. I would have remembered her NY accent. I made it a point to get to know my loyal customers so I could suggest movies to them. Oh, for those too young to remember, this was when grocery stores were one stop shops. You could bank, shop for groceries, pick up your prescription, rent a video, buy perfume or grab some flowers. And if that wasn’t enough, you could send an receive money via Western Union.

I digress, so even tough this lady was a little weird, something in my spirit told me to hear her out.

“My friend has seen you in the store and he thinks you’re cute. I told him I knew you and volunteered to talk to you.”

Wait what? Yeah, this woman lied to her friend and now she wanted me to go along with her lie. She definitely didn’t know me. I was a little put off by her, but it wasn’t his fault his friend was a liar.

“Not to be rude, but I don’t recall meeting you before. If your friend wants to meet me, why didn’t he come over here instead of sending you?”

She didn’t miss a beat. “He’s shy. What do you say we go on a double date – you and my friend Doug along with me and my boyfriend?”

I looked at the woman like she had lost her mind. “I’m not going anywhere with anyone I don’t know. At the very least I need to meet him first, before I agree to any date. I don’t even know what he looks like.”

“Oh that’s cool. My friend is really nice. He’s a little taller than you. He’s white with black hair that has spikes in it.”

punkI almost lost my lunch when she said spikes in his hair. I have a vivid imagination and all I could see running through my mind was a punk rocker with 3 foot spikes, wearing eye makeup and leather studs. There’s nothing wrong with that, but I couldn’t see myself with a guy like that.

“SPIKES!?” I questioned.

“Oh, not like that. He has short hair that he styles with hair gel. It kind of stands up like spikes. He’s really cute. Listen, I will go get him and we’ll come back later so you can meet him.”

I shook my head and watched as the cuckoo bird walked out of the store. I really didn’t expect her to return. Maybe she was off her meds or something. Trying to forget about the lady, I went back to work processing a supply order. About an hour or so went by and low and behold Karen and her friend arrived.

At first glance I determined he was indeed cute and he had a nice smile. He was an inch or two taller than me, but he was much too skinny for my tastes. I am not a small woman, even back then I had some size to me so I need a man that can handle all my assets so to speak. Regardless, I felt a good vibe from him and I was intrigued by his shyness. Karen didn’t lie about that. There was no doubt about it, he was shy. So much so that he began stuttering when he tried to answer my question about his visible tattoo.

“I see you like tattoos. How many do you have?”

He moved to cover his ink, as if I was judging him. I found the move very cute. He wanted to impress me.

“Iiiiii onlllly have the one,” he replied as if I was chastising him.

“Oh really? I was actually thinking about getting one.” I smiled to let him know I was not one of those uptight girls who don’t like guys with tats. Relief washed over his face and his beautiful eyes lit up.

I have to admit, the man had some nice eyes. They seemed to change colors varying from a light shade of blue to green and settling on grey. I was a little mesmerized by them and I knew I was going to go out with him.

alex-martinez-62348I felt a connection to this man, who was not someone I would have normally gone out with, but felt like I should have been with him all along. It was a weird feeling, but I liked it. I didn’t care that he stuttered, in fact I was flattered that he was so nervous in my presence that it caused him to stutter.

Well you guessed it, I said yes to the date, where we went midnight bowling – a first for me. Apparently he was a gifted bowler and had no trouble teaching me. It was indeed a double date with Karen and her boyfriend Billy, who happened to be black.

Anyone who saw the four of us would think I was with Billy and Karen was with Doug. As a matter of fact, a guy I grew up with was in the bowling alley with his family and came over to say hi. I hadn’t see him in years so I was excited to see him and gave him a hug. I’m a hugger!

I immediately noticed Doug’s body language change. He stiffened and looked a little sad. Since we had been having such a great date, I didn’t want things to be ruined. Before I had a chance to say anything, my high school friend introduced himself to Billy, shaking his hand like he was with me. I looked at the exchange between the two men and turned up my face. First let me say, Billy was the kind of dude I would never in a million years date! He wasn’t bad looking, but he was lazy, a heavy drinker and rude as hell. Oh yeah, I failed to mention Billy had come into the store where I worked quite often, always buying beer, and always hit on me. He was a hound and I would never have agreed to go on a double date if I knew he was going to be there. Ok so after my friend shook his hand I turned him to face Doug and introduced them. There was a weird exchange and then it was as if the light bulb went off. “Oh she’s with the white guy.”

I found the reaction quite comical and after he left Doug and I continued our date. It was the best date I had ever been on. We really vibed. It was as if Doug and I had known each other for years. Gone was the nervous, man from the store and in his place was a man who was laughing, joking and finishing my sentences and vice versa.

Well, let me tell you, we have been inseparable ever since. That shy young man is now

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the best friend I have ever had. We will celebrate 17 years of wedded bliss later this month and a total of 22 years together. I thank God every day for allowing me to be open to dating outside of my race. If I had been a closed minded person, I would have missed the best thing that has ever happened to me.

So that’s the story of how I met my one true love! Thank you Mildred and Richard Loving for having the courage to break down the barriers so that I could legally marry my soul mate.

 

50 Years of Loving Guest Blog – Cara Pearson

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LARK & CAROLINE:  A Forbidden Love

 by Cara Pearson

 

“The worst feeling in the world is when you know that you both love each other but still you can’t be together.” This quote perfectly describes the relationship of Lark and Caroline.

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Their story begins just after the end of the civil war in the turbulent south.  Lark was a mulatto (bi-racial) farm hand who began working for Caroline’s family – who were white.  Against all odds, the mid twenty-something pair became mutually attracted to each other.  Due to race relations, it was taboo to date someone of another race and most importantly, against the law to marry.  So, it was very dangerous for a man of color and a white woman to be seen together as a couple in South Carolina.  In order to camouflage their outings, Caroline would ride behind Lark in their buggy, so that it appeared that he was her servant, instead of appearing as a couple.  Despite their love, Lark and Caroline were unable to legally marry.

In 1870, they had their first child – a boy named after Caroline’s brother, George, who

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died during the war.  When Caroline’s family discovered that she was pregnant with baby George, Lark’s life was threatened and he left the area for a short period of time, but eventually returned to Caroline.  Two years later, they welcomed a daughter, named Annie.  Caroline’s mother, Emeline, was emotionally distant from her two grandchildren, George and Annie.  She requested that the children enter through her back door during their visits to her home.  These type of issues with family and local residents plagued the relationship of the couple.  Because of the continuing threats to his life (i.e. lynching), Lark escaped to North Carolina which forced the couple to permanently split up.

One hundred years after Lark and Caroline, the case of Loving vs. Virginia outlawed bans on interracial marriage.  During the Supreme Court’s unanimous decision, Chief Justice Earl Warren wrote, “Marriage is one of the ‘basic civil rights of man,’ fundamental to our very existence and survival.”  In addition he wrote, “Under our Constitution, the freedom to marry, or not marry, a person of another race resides with the individual and cannot be infringed by the State.”  That decision changed how America defined love and marriage for all future generations.

The story of Lark and Caroline is not fiction, but the story of my great-great-great grandparents.  They risked their lives for love, but unfortunately, the society norms prevailed.  Regardless, I am thankful for their union – because of them, I am here.

 

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Cara Pearson began her career as a Claims Adjuster in Charlotte, NC.  She later moved to Atlanta, GA where she honed skills as a Corporate Risk Manager.

After returning to Charlotte and much deliberations, Pearson incorporated her interests of media, technology and public affairs to form Cara Live!  Currently, Pearson maintains a dual career in Washington, DC in the field of Risk Management and Cara Live!

50 Years of Loving Guest Blog – Doug Tetting

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No Regrets

by Doug Tetting

Interracial relationships, I was asked by my wife to speak on the subject. Where to begin?

I am currently and have previously been in IR’s and have never had any regrets. In fact, I am very happily married and have been for almost 17 years. I know this is not what random people see when they look at us. Strangers and even family have met us with stares, glares, and sometimes whispers when they see us together. This does not bother me in the least. As a matter of fact, I expect it! It’s sad really, but what else can you expect when racial division is instilled in our society by the media? It’s everywhere.

I was raised not to follow what others do or say. My parent taught me to make my own decisions about people by interacting with them. I have taken that advice literally and have no bias towards strangers. I do not judge people by stereotypes. I choose to observe how they present themselves. Each person is judged by his or her own merits. It doesn’t matter if they are tall or short, fat or skinny, southern or northern, east coast or west coast. If you treat me with respect I will do the same.

People are too preoccupied by what others might think of them if they date someone outside of their race. In doing this, they may miss out on their true love and settle for less than what they deserve. They are putting their own happiness in jeopardy because of insecurities. Instead of following their hearts, they let what others believe rule them. That’s no way to live. social-justice-issues

To me, the angst about interracial relationships is more about social and psychological issues than the people who indulge. It is time for people to stop worrying about being judged and live their own lives with whomever they please.

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Doug Tetting lives in South Carolina with his wife – ME! He is not a writer, but he is a great husband who indulged his wife’s request to write this post. You won’t find him on social media because he hates it. I nominate him for husband of the year, every year!

 

 

 

 

Thank you baby! I appreciate you appeasing me by writing this blog. I know it was outside of your comfort zone. Guys, please come back at 5 PM and read Cara Pearson’s blog. It is awesome!

 

 

50 Years of Loving Guest Blog – Tasha L. Harrison

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by Tasha L. Harrison

I was twelve years old and living in a tiny town called Plattsburgh in upstate New York and I had a crush on a boy named Jay. My middle school was mostly white, and when I say mostly, I mean all but me, a girl named Jeanne (who was biracial), a guy named Mike and another kid named Haven. Everyone thought it would be a grand idea for me and Haven to hook up because Mike was gay and who else was the one black girl with her hair braided up like Da Brat supposed to go to the Friday night dance with? But Haven had no interest in me and like I said…
I had a crush on Jay.
Jay was a family friend of my best friend Piper. He had an older brother…can’t remember his name now, but whenever he would come over to see Piper, Jay would tag along. And thusly, Jay and I were thrown together.
He had blue eyes and sandy blond hair that was just curly enough to look adorable and tousled.
Oh.
And…
Jay was white.
The first time we kissed it felt like we were doing something wrong. Not in the we-didn’t-want-our-parents-to know kind of way (though that factored in as well), but we also didn’t tell our friends. It wasn’t something we said out loud. It was just this unspoken thing. We would meet each other on a bridge behind the high school that crossed over Saranac River and kiss until both of our lips were chapped. It lasted until Winter Break, but by the time school started back up in the New Year, something had changed. No more secret meetings on the bridge. No more kissing. Jay had a girlfriend and it was like none of it ever happened.
Later my friend Piper asked if the rumors were true and I lied. She then told me she didn’t believe any of it anyway. “He totally denied it, too. You and Jay are just friends, right?”
Right.
It was as if he held some secret shame about what we had done. I guess there was a bit of shame on my part, too, because this is the first time I’ve ever told this story.
In 1998 I met Robert whom I called Bobby because it just sounded more fun. Plus, his last name started with a B as well, and who doesn’t love a little alliteration?
I was 20 years old and had just joined the Army. My training was at Redstone Arsenal in Huntsville, Alabama, and other than a brief stint in Louisiana when I was between the ages of four and five, this was the furthest south I’d ever been. Bobby and I were in the same cycle and we hate-flirted almost from the moment we met. What’s hate-flirting? I guess it’s when you pretend that you can’t stand each other when deep down both of you know what’s really good.
Bobby was short and stocky which I was beginning to recognize as my “type.” He had brown eyes that squinted when he smiled and dark brown hair that was so thick and straight that when it was cut in a high and tight it stood straight up.
He also had a beautiful mouth with these lush ass lips. That’s also kind of my thing. I have a penchant for writing about boys with filthy mouths. Heh.
For the first few weeks of training we were restricted to the base, but whenever any of us would venture over to the PX or the Burger King (literally the only fast food place on post. Thank G-OH-D for delivery) we always seemed to find ourselves together. One night right before our first weekend of freedom, Bobby found me outside by the picnic table where I was shining my boots and asked if he could take me out to dinner–
Wait.
Now that I think about it, this is the first and only time anyone has asked me out on anmulta-media-265978 actual date. Not to kick it or ride with them some place. An actual factual date. Huh. Interesting.
Anyway…
I think I may have asked him if he was sure he wanted to go on a date with me no less than ten times and probably more than twenty. Even though we’d been hate-flirting, I was certain that he wasn’t really into me. Maybe that was some of that shame and a little wariness from what happened with Jay? I don’t know. I don’t remember giving it much thought then.
By the weekend he had managed to convince me that he wanted to actually go on a date with me and of course, that changed everything. I was nervous and wearing a dress from the juniors section in the PX that barely managed to cover my newly muscular ass and thighs. We went to Olive Garden. He pulled out my chair and looked right at me the whole time we were talking.
It was intense.
We had a curfew that night and when we stood outside he held my hand while we waited for the cab that would take us back base.
Training only lasted about six weeks, and Bobby and I were pretty much inseparable all the way up until the end. Dating a white guy in Alabama was tense at times. He was challenged often and guys would come onto me while he was standing right next to me. That is only a tiny bit of the memories I hold from our time together though. Mostly I remember Bobby making me feel like I was the only girl in the room.
The day we left, we didn’t make any promises. He was in the reserves so he was heading back home to Illinois and I had orders to go back home for a few weeks for Hometown Recruiting. We might have talked on the phone a handful of times, but I’ll always have fond memories of Bobby.
On the 26th of June, it will have been 50 years since The State of Virginia struck down their anti-miscegenation laws, making it legal for the Mildred and Richard to do what they’d always done–love each other. I didn’t marry either of these guys, but I guess this trip down memory lane was meant to remind me of a time when I walked down the street in Huntsville, Alabama holding hands with a guy I liked without worrying if we were breaking a law.
Maybe just a couple of hearts.
Often accused of navigating life without a filter, Tasha L. Harrison has branded herself as the author who writes what she likes to call, filthy women’s fiction that make you feel all the feels. Her Black and interracial erotica and erotic romance has brazen heroines and heroes that struggle to tolerate all of their back sassing while trying to get them in the sack.
Tasha L. Harrison

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Tasha lives in South Carolina with her not so smallish men and a super needy boxer dog. When she’s not writing filth she’s pretending to be a photographer or riding around with the top down on her Jeep Wrangler.

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What a great story Tasha. Thanks for sharing. Come back at 4 PM and check out Doug Tetting’s post.