I was born and raised in California, but my dad was from Georgia. When my sisters and I were college bound, he packed up and said, “Well, ya’ll are big enough. I’m going home.” Some years later I realized that I’d been married, had children and divorced, yet neither my children or I had ever been to the South. So in 1997 I moved my family to the South – Augusta, Georgia to be precise. I commuted to Columbia, South Carolina, for work everyday.
In 1997, thirty years AFTER the Supreme Court deemed it unconstitutional to prohibit marriage between races, South Carolina still had that law on the books. In fact, the year we moved there was the year they finally removed it after the people of the state addressed the issue via ballot.
I thought it was…odd. Why? Because I was raised in a place that is amazingly diverse? No, not really. Sure, San Francisco is a big mix of people from all over the globe, but you still find neighborhoods with a majority of a certain race. So being born in a diverse place wasn’t enough. What shaped me was my parents–parents who, regardless of the fact they’d literally fled the South in the Sixties, taught me not to give a rat’s rearend about race.
After I started dating in high school, I brought guys home to meet my parents. I never gave their skin a second look. To me they were simply people. I dated black guys, Jewish guys, white guys, a gorgeous hunk-of-awesome from Puerto Rico, and even a dude from Guam. What did they all have in common other than their humanity? Not much! They were from different upbringings, different countries, different religious beliefs, and so on.
There were plenty of other things to learn about each other and plenty of other hurdles to hop over besides…I pause here because I don’t really want to use the word “race”. If you think on it, we’re all ONE race. We’re all the same species. For example, lions look different from tigers, look different from cheetahs, look different from your typical garden variety house cat. Yet they’re all called cats, they’re all felines. Their anatomy is pretty much the same.
So what’s the difference with humans? Our skins may have different shades, our eyes may have different shapes, but we all have the same number of kidneys, lungs and stuff, right? We all reproduce the same way…unless there’s something someone forgot to tell me!
So, in my novels, I don’t make race an issue between the characters. What’s more important to them is that they catch the bad guys and gals that are wreaking havoc in their worlds. And sometimes my characters bring their own drama to the party by clashing as all couples do, over communication, money, age. Hell, sometimes it’s something as silly as shoes!
Do I describe their looks? Of course. I make it very clear who is who and what they look like, whether they have brown skin, golden tan skin or creamy white skin. And then I go on to tell one hell of a story that’s packed full of action, HAWT lovin’ (or lubbins, if you’re so inclined ), solid families and relationships. They’re stories of hot alphas and the women who can handle them *hubba hubba*
So jump on in! Close your eyes…and slip into your fantasy. I guarantee, you won’t regret it!
I’m giving away a e-copy (Nook or Kindle only) of my brand new release, Niah’s Pride. This book just released last week and it’s unheard of to give away a new book, but here we are breaking tradition *yeehaw*
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