The first time I laid eyes on Misty Davis I realized just how white I wasn't...
I was fifteen when we first met. A native New Yorker, I was no match for the charms of this southern belle, who was like no other girl I'd ever met before - sure, she was poised and beautiful, but she was also an enigma. A mystery I would willingly spend my life unraveling...little did I know...
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His skin was the color of Kraft caramels, those little squares that they keep in bins at Kroger's. Just looking at him, I could imagine the sweetness on my tongue. His sweetness. And I felt uncomfortable.
Bray Hamilton was like no one I'd ever met back home in Jackson, Mississippi. He was everything. Handsome, smart, and funny, it was no wonder all the girls in our camp wanted him. Yet, I knew my parents wouldn't approve. In our circle, Bray was taboo. But my feelings for him were never in my control...they were never in control at all. And fate had plans for us... if only we knew...

What started as a summer romance when they were just teens was only the beginning as Bray and Misty's lives continue to intersect through adulthood, where navigating the thin lines between love and hate, society and prejudice, can easily blur as they discover that the true color of love can be a win-all/lose-all situation.

This is a stand-alone saga.