It's the 1950s and the government was forced to allow a few colored kids to enter an all white school due to over population, and it doesn't go over well; especially for Normani Kordei who has never seen or heard of "racism".

The year is 1925, The roaring twenties. The music is jumpin' , the ladies are flappin', and racism is more alive then ever. Mr. Pierre Coats, a handsome white man, moves to New York, New York City in order to extend his Cigar Company. Ana Mae, is a young and beautiful African american women finally gets her first job as a maid. Shes young , vibrant, and curious. But when she meets her boss, her colorful world goes from glitz and glam to black and white. Literally.

Meet Charlotte Atkins. She is an independent, headstrong, young woman who knows what she wants. She happens to fall in love with her neighbor who is white. This would be alright if it wasn't the 1960's and also illegal in most southern states. This is a work of historical fiction. All characters and events in this novel are either fictitious or used fictitiously. I've tried to use as much fact as I have used fiction, and this story is currently a work in progress.

When a much younger Irish hitman falls for a seasoned colored lounge singer in 1930's Chicago, trouble is right behind them. Between his obligations to his boss and a jealous ex, can these two lovers find a way or are they doomed to a tragic end?

They were sitting on the bleachers a comfortable distance apart. It was a cold November day and she was wondering why they were outside. "Why are we out here again Charlie?" She asked shivering. She scooted closer to him in search for heat. He glanced at her taking off his blue coat wrapping it around her as he rubbed her shoulders to warm her up. He made sure to slowly bring his hands down to her forearms then her hands. They were both looking into each other's eyes as he continued rubbing her hands, her palms, and her fingers. She looked away as she felt the familiar butterflies again, and the warmness in her cheeks. "You like me," he whispered bringing his hand up to her cheek caressing it gently. "What? No, why would you think that?" His cheeks were rosy and his nose was red, "you like me, admit it." "Charlie stop, your a senior and-" she said shaking her head. "And your holding my hand back Lesley," she couldn't help but stare at his full pink lips. "Charlie stop-" she pleaded weakly. He gently brought her face closer to his as moved his lips softly against hers. All she could think about was how soft his lips were and how good everything felt. Lesley placed her hand on his waist as they both enjoyed the warmth of each others mouths. As they pulled away, her eyes fluttered open to meet his pretty green eyes and rosy cheeks. "You like me..."

[Now free to read!!] When she moves to a new town, all Loren wants is a fresh start. But things get complicated when she falls for Miles, the cute boy who wants to know her secret. ***** When Loren Reed moves to Westbrook all she wants is to put her past behind her. And she has a plan to do it: she'll get back into sewing, make some new friends, and pull her grades up. In short, she'll show her mom that she's not going to be a shut-in anymore, and that she's moved on from the tragic events of four years ago. The only problem? Miles Hanson, the cute football player who wants to know everything about her. As it turns out, Loren and Miles may have more in common with their pasts than they ever realized... [[word count: 90,000 - 100,000]] Trigger warning: This story mentions the death of a parent and sibling

Mercy was an injured traumatized enslaved girl on the run, who had already had a life full of trial when she met Eli Hart on what was to be her last stop on the Underground Railroad. When things take a turn after the Civil War, she is forced to flee her adopted home to make a new life out in the wild west. Her destination? A rumored mixed-race town in Oklahoma. She encounters new challenges and dangers, all while unaware of the pursuits of two men from her old life in the east. One who she'd thought she'd lost forever, and the other she'd thought she'd escaped forever. Get lost in the western epic! MERCY'S HART

"Nothing can intervene a heart that knows what it wants." -quote from the book. Johannesburg, South Africa, 1976 during the darkest period in South African history. Where Race determines your lifestyle : black maids, caretakers and handymen are ill-paid to raise white children and tend to white houses, but from which their services are no longer needed after dark. eighteen-year-old Nolwazi Ndlovu, born in the township, Soweto, finds herself working in the city of gold (Johannesburg) to provide for her family. Just when she thought working for Mr and Mrs Muller had its own challenges, the sudden arrival of their son, Henri, makes for a rollercoaster of emotions and experiences. As Henri and Nolwazi fall deeply inlove, they soon begin to realize that following your heart has its own consequences. And when a Tragic uprising erupts in Nolwazi's hometown, their relationship is truly put to the test of time and loss.

[EDITORS' CHOICE, June 2020][#1 History June 2020] -- Five black students make history as the first to integrate a prestigious school for gifted students in 1950's Vermont. One student, Anita Prescott, is a young girl whose strength and leadership keeps the isolated group together. She finds her wariness tested when she falls for a handsome and thoughtful white student. In a time when loving someone of another race wasn't just frowned upon, but dangerous, a pair of young lovers must find a way to press through, with the help of good friends. **For teens and up, for sexual situations, racist language, and racial violence.**

*SHORT STORY* *ROMANTIC DRAMA* *WARNING: - Language - Violence - Racial Tension/Discrimination *2021-2021 🎥 I strolled down the city streets of the big apple itself: New York City. I come from a small town in Nebraska, and being in a big city like this gives me this level of confidence. Like I belong here. This is where I am supposed to be. My trench coat flapped around my legs as the wind picked up and the heels of my shiny black dress shoes snapping on the sidewalk. I was surrounded by other business/working men and women. Once I turned the corner of a tall and wide building. The sun decided to finally show its face today. That's when I saw her. Her large black ringlets became blown by the breeze and her long skirt rippled against her shapely legs. The dirty apron she wore cinched her womanly waist. The sun rays made her skin glow like the angel she appeared to be. I couldn't help but grin like a fool. But I didn't care. All I knew was that I should like to go and talk to her. I took in a deep breath and gripped my briefcase before quickly ushering over to her. "Pardon me miss?" 🎥