Good morning and thanks for joining me today. As you probably know, I’m the third in the Triad of muses, Rawiya. The one who writes sweet and sensual, real erotica for real people is my tagline. That still holds true but you might’ve noticed that I only write IR romances, interracial, multicultural, black/white male couplings at the moment and my first MMF is two white men with a black female. Why you ask? Two reasons: I love it and the world is full of people from different walks of life and of different race. Why shouldn’t there be more books about people from different backgrounds getting together?
Love is truly LOVE!
I recall when I first started reading m/m in particular and didn’t see a whole lot out there. I did a blog on it at Its Raining Men some time ago and received many responses. Some recommending reads and others from authors telling me they weren’t comfortable doing them for fear of getting it wrong. My response was, people are people and unfortunately, some have stereotypical views of how they think certain people should act. No such thing as getting it wrong unless you write historicals but when you do a contemporary, you’re still penning everyday characters. Regardless of their color, focus on them as a person and not how the so called mainstream views them.
Now that I’ve put a couple out there on my own, I’ve read a ton more of interracial manlove romances and have thoroughly enjoyed what I found. In most of them, they didn’t focus on the stereotypes rather, on the personalities of the characters themselves. That’s what I try to do as well and let me add, I love bringing out the cultural points from ones background. Whether it be the music, the food they eat, their language even if it’s slang, it might be a part of them. To me, that’s part of the world I create around them and brings the two of them together. It makes it real.
So again, why do I love writing IR romances? I enjoy bringing together two people from two different backgrounds and focusing on the positives in their relationship. Oh and did I mention it’s hotter? *laughs*
To me it just is.
IR is my niche and I intend to do it for the rest of my writing career. I hope that lasts for quite a while and hope you’ll check me out along the way. Thank to 50 Shades of Gay for having me!
Naughty Nights Press is proud to announce that Smooth Like Latte, an interracial gay male romance, is available to purchase from and
SMOOTH LIKE LATTE by Rawiya.
Brendan Walsh is an uptight business executive working for his father and missing out on real life due to his relentless drive for success. Fearing his homophobic father’s wrath - and the potential to destroy his financial future - Brendan hides is true orientation and lives a life of boring celibacy.
Upon meeting Davori Jenkins when the hunky barista serves him a latte just the way he likes it, Brendan takes a chance, leaving his number with the tip in the hopes of changing his future love life.
Will Brendan be able to come clean with his father - risking his fortune - or will he take a chance at losing a man who he wants as his future?
Warning: This is an m/m interracial romance. Real romance. Some sappiness is ahead with two very good looking men who are searching for that happy ever after ending.
“Brendan, you must uphold the family name. Nothing is more important than the Walsh name! Nothing!”
The words of Brendan Walsh’s father, Alexander, rang true, like a menacing alarm in his head every single day. Why did he have to be the son Alexander depended upon most? Could it be because the other Walsh brother was completely useless?
In his father’s eyes, Brendan’s older sibling Brian was a disappointment, all because he didn’t want any part of the Walsh family business. Instead of living off his trust fund and becoming the successive CEO to the Walsh Financial Corporation, he’d opted to follow his dream and become a rock musician. That made Alexander extremely unhappy and because of this, the elder Walsh made changes to his will which took away his portion of the family fortune. Brian didn’t care, though; he said no amount of money could bring him true happiness.
Brendan, on the other hand, did like money and security, but the constant meetings, the traveling, and all the responsibilities of being the boss had started to wear thin. He attended college and went straight to graduate school afterward. Then he became top partner at Walsh. It was a lot of responsibility, but Brendan had been well groomed by his dad, who was adamant about not wanting his younger son to become a “useless fuckup.”
“Ugh…” Brendan restlessly turned over. Opening one eye, he glanced at the clock. Six a.m. Time to get up and head in to the office to make more money for the Walsh Empire. Not wanting to move, he groaned, running his fingers through his short, wavy, brown locks. He’d just gotten his hair cut, and it still felt funny. He’d allowed it to grow past his shoulders, but that had only prompted Alexander’s comment that he should “stop looking like a fag.”
“Damn.” If Alexander only knew. Maybe that was just what the old man needed. To see his son for exactly what he was – a man in the closet who desperately wanted to come out.
Yeah, that’ll be the day.
Pulling up the shades, he squinted his eyes into the daylight; the few stragglers out on the street were probably either coming home from or on their way to work. Or were they returning from Valentine’s Day parties in the city? A part of Brendan wished he were doing just that, especially since he’d spent this particular V Day in his Lake Shore Drive condo, reading and comparing sales figures from the year before. That wasn’t his job: it was someone else’s, but he’d opted to do it himself because that employee had someone to go home to and he didn’t. Truthfully, numbers remained his first love, and he’d never known any other.
While he tried to read over the latest figures the night prior, his father called to get him out of his high-rise condo. “Brendan, I’m at the country club with a bunch of friends. You should come by.”
The last thing Brendan wanted was to be around his father on the most romantic day of the year. “No thanks Dad, I’m real busy.”
“Oh c’mon, son,” Alex slurred his words and cut him off. “There’s some pretty ladies here and lots of Scotch. You could walk outta here with the next Misses Walsh. Besides, you need to give me a grandchild.”
Completely annoyed, Brendan rolled his eyes and sighed. “No thanks, Dad.” He promptly hung up the phone.
Oh, he’ll get me for that later.
Too bad I can’t be that bold all the time.
“Pfft.” Dejected, he shook his head and stretched his arms while he strolled slowly to the bathroom. Flicking on the lights, he winced. The coffee-colored marble floor was cold on his bare feet. He rubbed his eyes, thinking how nice it would be to crawl back under the covers and blow off work, but he knew Alexander would bitch if he didn’t show up.
A hot shower was what he needed to warm him up and get him into his daily routine. Turning the small silver knobs, he took off his boxers and stepped in, allowing the hot water to cascade down his body. He ducked his head under the hot spray and exhaled, feeling the warm drops hit his scalp. Several ran down his face, both soothing him and waking him up, as he wanted. In minutes, the sound of whiny saxophones and soft piano melodies filled the bathroom. Like an alarm, he’d set smooth jazz music to play while he showered because he loved hearing it when he woke up.
Brendan wished there was someone to share these morning moments with him. “Maybe someday, I’ll get up the nerve.” He rubbed his newly cut hair and leaned against the marble wall. “When Brendan, fucking when?”
RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya's first sole author book, Time to Make the Donuts released in Feb and her first MMF Living in the Now released in April from NNP. The third book, Smooth Like Latte is out now. She has several shorts in anthologies, the latest, That Thing in the STARbooks collection, Tall Dark and Delicious. A lot of her shorts are also on Every Night Erotica. She blogs regularly at Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiyas blog on Wordpress.