Honey Flava

These are juicy spicy short stories about romance and erotica that crosses color lines with vibrant interracial romances between Asian and African American characters. so rather than give away the plots, how about a few teasers--a series of lines serving as samples:

From The Meaning of Zhuren:

When Dirk asked Jean how to say master in Chinese, the first time they dated, she answered, Zhuren. Little did she know what Zhuren would mean to her in the coming days.

From Pins and Needles:

When she turned around, she was holding onto a thin black vase inscribed with a yellow diamond and a red Kanji character. Sticking out of the top of the vase was a set of acupuncture needles. No, I said, shaking my head. Miki smiled, with a glint in her eye that said she had me right where she wanted me.

From The Dragon's Breath:

He began at the shoulder and wove the rope--over and around, tucked, pulled and then over and around again--until it reached her wrist...His fingers were elegant and swift as he made the loops into a golden crochet pattern over her skin.

From Geisha Girl:

The next few hours were spent dancing with Chika, pouring tea smiling at unsuspecting patrons. None of them knew who she was inside. None of them knew what she wanted.