Interracial Relationships in Books – the Bane for a Writer

I’m not trying to continue with the same types of blogs but this seems to continue to come up and I have been having more and more conversations with other authors about this very topic. I honestly don’t understand the constant backlash in this country, meaning the United States. I thought once I lived in the greatest country in the world and I’m beginning to question. What, you don’t think there are interracial couples and mixed race babies? Grow up folks. This has been around long before the Civil War I THOUGHT was over. I don’t know. I have heard it’s because we have a black President and times are still touch here and it’s an election year but come on. Get OVER IT. I am sick and tired of hearing about my friends being reported on Facebook for interracial pictures.

I’ve literally gotten into arguments with what I call very narrow minded people about this topic and it’s not pretty in the end. You can have your opinion of course but I refuse to be condemned for my beliefs like others are incensed when their thoughts about same sex relationships or religion are challenged. I’m not some political candidate but as a writer I am forced to walk a fine line with this topic. My mother was from a very old school world and her daddy a Baptist preacher from the Midwest so you can imagine her almost forced beliefs. You know what she taught me right from the start? That people are all the same – no matter what color, sexual preference or religious beliefs. She told me that people SHOULD be judged by what they do in life and in love. Hmmm… What in the world was wrong with her? You know I say that tongue in cheek.

I am proud as hell to have been raised by a mother who not only allowed me to be me but encouraged me to love all kinds of people. Thank God for people like that. Then there’s the rest of the world. I sigh and shake my head every day but I am told my dear and special friends of mine that my viewpoint is kinda out there. What, I don’t see color? That’s wrong? I am sighing again. I will continue to write interracial romance. You don’t like it then don’t purchase it. Color does NOT MATTER. Nope. Nada. Okay so another question.

Does it matter in writing romance novels? Well, the truth is I’ve seen some continued concern but for the most part I do believe it’s embraced with all the passion of writing anything else. After all, who cares about the color of our heroes as long as they have some enduring qualities that remind us why we love to read romances in the first place. I’ve been asked on several occasions why I enjoy writing interracial romances and the truth is I think I’m color blind in all aspects of people including relationships. I don’t care if the men I crave are black, white or purple. Sensuality and desire come in many forms and in truth I love black men. I think they are sassy and sexy and…but then again I have a craving for American Indians and Puerto Ricans too so. Hey – I can’t help myself and it has nothing to do with being an erotic romance author. Is it because of my upbringing and the fact I was taught never to be prejudice?

In truth I think it’s a little bit of both. I enjoy all flavors, sizes and shapes of men. Let’s face it — I simply love men! I also don’t mind sending a message that whether you’re involved with someone from another race or of the same sex, love is love and passion ignites from where your heart takes you. I personally hate discrimination and do everything that I can to educate others in my writing about equality. I’ve been very blessed to have written several interracial romances over the last year or so. Even my very first piece published was about my real life UPS man who happens to be chocolate laced in variety. He’s also simply a wonderful guy and fun to talk to.

For this release I penned a piece that combines three of my enjoyments – interracial, same sex including a polyamory situation and BDSM. What could be better? Throw in aspects of a Knight in Shining armor who has a terrible secret and I’m hooked. What I think endures us probably to the characters in the stories are some flaw they have along with those hidden secrets. We all have lives that hide something or that we’re worried about and sometimes that can be based on certain biases we had to endure during our experiences with love, family, friends and our work relationships. Unleashed is also about some things that hopefully the majority of us will never have to experience including an abusive relationship and the aspects of previous sexual slavery. In truth the interracial aspect in Unleashed really doesn’t come into too much play but it’s there and I am thrilled that it’s doing so well. It’s not new but in truth I thought it deserved taking another look at. I would love to hear what you think about this oh so controversial topic.

UNLEASED

BLURB

Ariana Tempest’s divorce from her abusive husband wasn’t even final but Randi knew that she had to bring her best friend out of her depression. Stealing her diary, Randi learned about her cravings for kinky acts and her lust for three men. Chaz, Shane and Galen had been their friends for years. They were professionals, roommates and secret lovers. Determined to make Ariana’s fantasies come true, she enlisted the help of the men through blackmail. Unfortunately she had no idea how many demons she unleashed.

Galen Patterson hid from the man he used to be, a past so horrendous he was unable to admit the truth. When faced with the game and Ariana’s need to become a submissive, controlled by a Master, he wasn’t certain he could handle returning to his private hell. After being convinced by his lovers that this would help in the healing process they entered into a single night of sexual exploration and a beginning. But was it the beginning of the end?

Ariana allowed herself to explore his most hidden desires, hungering for more. That is until the nefarious game was revealed. Hurt at their betrayal, she raced home only to find her soon to be ex, Nick waiting inside, begging for forgiveness but his beast hid just below the surface. Little did she know that dark secrets threatened all of them in ways that could haunt her for the rest of her life. Would she believe Nick or the man she’d fallen in love with?

EXCERPT

Galen couldn’t believe he’d jerked Ariana over his legs, let alone spanked her in front of the others and yet the feeling of her wet heat on his fingers remained like a glorious beacon of desire. He never anticipated going this fast with his desperate need to dominate her or with the evening. She was too vulnerable. But the moment he felt her melting into him, he knew he’d made the right decision. He was so glad he went to see her earlier. The connection between them was stronger even than he’d realized and yet his heart ached. As she stood staring up at him, her face glistening from crazed desire and a hint of uncertainty, it was as if she was reading into his soul. Her stunning seductress like appearance had driven him to the insane act. God, the woman was beautiful. Breathtaking.

Licking his dry lips he turned his gaze toward Diego’s flushed face. He and Chaz had been completely unsure about their crazy gamble right up until the moment she came into the room like a shimmering naughty vixen. They became mesmerized the moment they saw her. Her beauty and vulnerability was enough to strangle any man. Galen sighed and brushed his hand through his hair buying time. Granted, it was a very dangerous game they were playing indeed. And now, both men wore a look of yearning that he had never seen before. Whatever happened that weekend, their relationships would never be same again. A slice of fear mixed with the unknown but he forced it aside.

There was no time for second-guessing.

“Come, I’ve poured you a glass of wine.” Chaz stood and took her hand.

Ariana inhaled deeply and glanced back at Galen, her hand trembling.

Galen gently caressed her shoulder as he adjusted his cock, feeling a level of agony that left him drained. His blood pulsing, he felt the ragged beats of his heart and while he wanted to say it was from exertion, he knew better. He was experiencing such raw emotions that he hadn’t anticipated feeling. “Chaz, is everything ready for the show and for the shoot?”

She whipped her head around. “The shoot? As in a photo shoot?”

Chaz leaned into her and kissed the side of her neck, allowing a single lick to crest across the edge of her chin. “Why yes love, you are going to dazzle us tonight with your dancing abilities while I take sinful little pictures for my erotic coffee table book I’m putting together. And who knows, perhaps you’ll end up in on the pages of one of the magazines I work for,” he purred, giving her a wicked grin.

“What?” Ariana’s hand fluttered over her mouth. “No…you can’t! I won’t. I mean…are you nuts?” She stole a look at Galen.

Galen smiled as he watched her stunned face. She wanted him to take absolute control and while she was fighting the intense feelings, he could sense her thoughts, her needs. The realization not only surprised him, but it also forced his cock to ache with hunger. He gave her a sultry yet controlling gaze as he walked toward the bar, watching her struggle to maintain some sense of rationality about what was happening to her. So much of her wanted to let go and to experience the darker side of erotic.

Following almost aimlessly she licked her lips as she straightened her outfit, brushing her hands across the supple leather again and again.

Galen fought the hunger that had awakened the beast within him. He could ravage her completely at that moment and feared losing her. She wanted to desperately but the terror from what the asshole had done to her was still buried deeply within her. He took his index finger and lifted her chin. “You will do this kitten, not only for me and because I command it of you, but because you want to do this.”

Ariana batted her eyelashes as a flush of crimson rushed into her cheeks. She shivered uncontrollably and grabbed for the glass of wine, nearly tipping it over. Stealing another quick glance at him she said nothing else, only nibbling on her bottom lip, hiding behind the hefty crystal.

Galen stepped back and took his drink as he watched her actions. They were skittish yes, but by the intense look on her face, she was extremely turned on by the heady turn of events. He glazed his tongue across the edge of his glass. Was she resigned to doing his biddings? He thought about the playroom…his playroom and fought a chuckle. He had read her diary more than once the night before. The three amigos had compared notes and realized that she had so many carnal desires buried in the deepest recesses of her imagination that her words tumbled together. Her burning need for not just domination but to be controlled in every way in the bedroom burned up every page. There was nothing she hadn’t touched on. Voyeurism. Bondage. Discipline. Threaded throughout was raging desire for him, for them and while she didn’t say their names, the penned words had been clear to all of them. He thought about one passage that he’d memorized and sighed as he watched her continue to struggle with the truth and with her own needs.

For so long I’ve craved him taking me to the heights of pleasure and pain. What I’ve hungered for years is to be dominated and the thought terrifies me sometimes. I need to have him show me the ways that I believe his body is wired for, dark and dangerous. He doesn’t know I realize what he wants, what he has to have in his life. Perhaps he could never care for me. It isn’t just that I’m a woman, but that I’m timid and scared to try anything new.  I yearn to have his strong arms keep me safe and to teach me how to pleasure him, to give to him and to them everything they want and to become what they all need. In truth, what I need. I so long to tell him, but I can never. They’ll think badly of me. They’ll think of me as depraved. But I can dream. Oh, how I can dream.

Yep pretty sure I might burn in hell now but so be it…  I hope you enjoyed.

Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

 

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Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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6 Responses to Interracial Relationships in Books – the Bane for a Writer

  1. The thing I hated most when I started to query for my interracial romance was that I was focused on the romance and a publisher said they wouldn’t be interested unless I beefed up the racial tension. Why should I have to placate that way? It’s about a couple learning who they are as people and finding their attraction is to the person’s soul not just their skin. They aren’t whole if they aren’t together and it was never about their skin color and how society saw them. Needless to say I didn’t bow down to the publisher wanting to make it a “controversial” book I kept it what is was. A story about a boy who met a girl and how both felt like the missing part of them was found.

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  2. Jade Baiser says:

    wow, I couldn’t have said it better. I think that whoever you love is your problem, and no one has a say in it. No matter what color, gender or religion. I thought that we were “evoluate” people, but it seems that some of us can’t live in our time. Stoneaged!!

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  3. Alyssandra Foster says:

    Bravo Cassandra! But you know it sucks that you have to keep saying this to people. I have the same conversations with people as well though and it’s sad when even people you consider your friends have small minded views.

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  4. “Yep pretty sure I might burn in hell now but so be it… ” You’ll be in good company!

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  5. tricia says:

    I write YA multicultural fantasy. There are interracial romantic relationships, but that isn’t all that it’s about. When I write, the characters take on a life of their own. I don’t see my characters as black or white, and I hope the readers are able to look past that and see them as I do – people. It’s a pity our society is still so hung up on race. I thought we’d moved past that just a little, but there’s always some ignorant person shooting off their mouth reminding us that prejudice still runs rampant. As authors, all we can do is stay true to ourselves and our characters. Thanks for this wonderful post, Cassandre.

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