GENRE: Lesbian Interracial Spicy Romance Box Set
LENGTH: 162 pages
RATING:

Like iced tea, love is a perfect blending of the bitter and sweet to have something worth savoring.

The women in these six stories ignore religious and racial difference to find someone who serves as the perfect balance. They know and prove flavors that are perfect on their own can come together to create something that requires celebrating.

From mixed up place settings at a wedding reception to forgoing an elaborate ceremony for exchanging vows in front of a magistrate after a night of civil disobedience, the women in these stories pursue their passions on their way to wedded bliss, joining in the joy at those crossing that threshold and on the other side of the broom where the savory and the sweet can be so satisfying.

Contains the stories:

Challah and Callaloo: Leah had no way of knowing the informational interview she had with shapely marketing manager Patricia would lead to their planning a same-sex Southern wedding complete with a rabbi and rum cake seven years later. They come from different faiths but their love knows no bounds and, with the permission of the United States Supreme Court, they plan to make their love legal.

Ghosted: Kathleen planned to spend her Halloween doling out candy and reminiscing about an ex-lover. But when a slinky character from her black and white TV-watching past shimmies down her driveway, she realizes the trick of living life after death can be the treat she has been missing. This year’s Halloween proves to be the right occasion to bring Kathleen’s love life back to life.

Heat Wave Southport: An encounter at a Fourth of July food truck brings together two elementary school classmates for an afternoon delight that takes eating cotton candy in a totally different direction. Zora and Sarah spent twenty years on opposite side of the state but reconnecting during the Fourth of July inspires them use their town library in a totally different way that doesn’t require a library card.

Icing on the Cake: Octavia Banfield has a lot on her plate. Still, she is willing to shed all the hats she wears to put on her baker cap to make her lady lover Audra her favorite cake. The sweetest revenge is to enjoy each other and some sweet adult time together. Red velvet cake may be just a mixture of eggs, butter, and milk, but the icing on the cake is the love two Southern women have for each other.

Married to the Struggle: Sedalia and Charlotte meet standing up for what they believe is right. But is their love enough to sustain when Charlotte is arrested for protesting in the early morning hours of their wedding day? Sedalia believes in social justice but will she allow it to prevent her from enjoying her special day?

Sometimes She Gets Lucky: Nona Essex had no idea she'd find the woman to ignite the embers of her heart after a break-up at her sorority sister’s wedding reception. But a chance encounter with a lawyer named after a jazz singer and a late night dinner featuring a Southern staple on whole wheat bread inspires her to reconsider opening herself up to the possibilities.

EXCERPT FROM "Challah and Callaloo"
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

“Ms. Tubman, thank you for coming today. I’m Patricia Goldman. Please follow me,” a smoky voice that seemed straight from a 1940s noir movie requested.

Looking up, Leah encountered a shapely goddess standing by the receptionist desk. Her beauty was old school, when women with a little more weight on their bones ruled. Ample attributes up top, thick thighs below, and the face of a bad girl who knew how and when to be good.

Damn, how good her brownies may taste. This woman is fine, Leah thought.

Gathering up her portfolio, Leah walked toward the woman in the charcoal dress. Her interviewer’s eyes drew Leah’s attention first. They were the color of storm clouds. Instead of giving off a sense of turmoil, they transmitted confidence. Set in a slightly olive face that hinted her family probably didn’t come over on the Mayflower, they drew Leah in and set her at ease. Patricia’s full lips were a contented shade of burgundy, work appropriate and appealing. Leah had never had such an attractive interviewer.

Then this vision turned around and Leah felt her eyebrows rise. The V-neck dress, teasing with a hint of cleavage in the front, paid full homage to a remarkable rump on the other side. Leah liked her women to be a little thick around the hips; Patricia fit that bill and even left a twenty percent tip. Her knit dress clung to her curvy body like a kindergartener leaving his mom on the first day of school. For a minute, Leah almost forgot why she was there.

Walking toward a glassed-in office, Leah felt elevated. It had been so long since a woman struck her fancy. It felt good, like the first rays of sunshine on an early spring day. The pleasure of potential was how she once heard it described. Of course, Ms. Goldman was probably not a member of the girls’ only club, but she was definitely setting some things stirring within Leah that hadn’t budged in a while.

Adding to Leah’s pleasure was the fact Patricia seemed to be on her level -- well, at least, near her same height. Leah knew her stature often put her head and shoulders among other women, but Patricia meet her eye to eye. If Leah had to guess, Patricia had to be close to 5’9” or 5’10”. Then again, maybe it was those heels which made her legs look like highways to seduction.

As Leah settled in the green plush chair across from a faux cherry wood desk, lust retreated into her loins. Her mind shifted into presenting her best professional self. She was very confident in her ability; however, she wanted to put an extra effort for the woman with the welcoming smile, oval burgundy framed glasses, and hair full of amber waves that danced around the bottom of her ears.

“So, Ms. Tubman, how can I help you today?”