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ROMANCE IN COLOR
AFRICAN AMERICAN INTERRACIAL MULTICULTURAL
AVAILABLE ON KINDLE VELLA
When the energetic, eight-year-old, Destiny Whitfield, moves next door, it is hate at first sight for ten-year-old Aiden Lawson. The loud-mouth, know-it-all, is a walking disaster and the bane of his existence.
Destiny can't stand the annoying boy who lives in the big, fancy house on the other side of the clearing. Their rivalry is one for the record books until one day the unthinkable happens, leaving Destiny lost and alone. Aiden, the boy she swore to hate, is the only one who truly understands her pain. They call a truce, forging an unlikely friendship tested by the awkwardness of puberty and angst of high school drama.
As adulthood beckons, Destiny pursues new experiences in college, while Aiden joins the military after the 9-11 attacks. Despite their divergent paths, the seed of true love is planted. Aiden returns from Afghanistan, a man determined to claim his Destiny.
The road to destiny is full of twist and turns, and steep hills to climb. But will Aiden have what it takes to win back the woman he left behind?
The ROAD TO DESINY is a coming of age, emotional journey that will pull at your heartstrings.
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In the Summer of 1988, tragedy hits home for Charlene Jacobson and her father when her younger brother is killed playing a game of basketball in their Detroit neighborhood. She soon finds herself living in the small, rural town of Millersville, Georgia, with her estranged grandmother.
Millersville is a place where time stands still and the racial divide is as prevalent as the 1950s. Secrets, lies, and betrayal lurk in every corner. Yet, through it all, Charlene finds solace in the arms of Ryan Quinn, a white senior track star and the son of the town Sherriff.
When the color lines are drawn, Ryan will risk it all to cross them for her... but will Charlene do the same for him?
"I…I don't normally do this kind of thing," she whispered, wishing her voice sounded just a little firmer, a little stronger.
The hungry look he gave her made her stomach flutter.
"Do what?" He asked, his head tilted slightly as he leaned in closer.
She swallowed; his lips, his eyes, the feel of his hands running down the side of her neck, and the smell of his warm minty breathe on her face silencing her.
Understanding flickered in his blue eyes. "You don't normally kiss white guys, is that it?"
She nodded slowly. "A…as a general rule, I don't." She looked away, embarrassed by the admission.
He inched closer and their breaths mingled, becoming one. Both his hands were flat against the door again, boxing her in. Her instincts told her to push him away, but at the same time, she wanted to grab the front of his coveralls and pull him even closer.
"Well, that's too bad," he said, his warm breath puffing against her lips. "I happen to think you're amazingly good at it."
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