Excerpt: "I hate you! I scream walking backwards. "No you don't mami." he replies smirking and walking towards me. "Don't call me that." I say. Him calling me mami just does somethings to me. As I say this I hit the wall behind me. Crap I think. Trapping me against the wall he asks, "don't call you want mami, mami?" His cool breath fanning my face and that oh so familiar smirk stretches his. Weakly I reply, "I hate you Juan Manuel." "So who do you love then, that little boy from school." he ask kissing my cheek. Thinking it will make him jealous I agree. "Yeah that him. thats who I love. But it doesn't make him jealous, instead it makes him chuckle. "Wrong novio, you love me, just as I love you." With that he slowly grabs me by my waist, pulls me towards him and kisses me deeply and passionately. And not one moment do I fight the kiss or try to correct him. Because the words that escaped his month were nothing but the truth. Love stories in a love story.

Harmony Rodriguez . Is a beautiful young black woman. At the age of 24, she has finished college and started her own bakery. But there is one thing missing. Love. Anthony Jackson. He was an uptight rich white guy, as many had called him. Owning a very successful business in Rhode Island , he was busy quite often. Always trying to date, but never found 'The One. ' Until he went and met the spunky hot black girl Harmony. Can these to get along? Or will others try to tear them apart? Read The Color Of Love to find out. Interracial. This is © Copyrighted