Have you ever read an interracial romance? If you think your answer is no, then rethink it.
Take a quick look at my picture. Don’t I look like a black woman? That’s because I am, but delve into my genetics and you’ll find that I’m 12.5% white on my mother’s side thanks to my great grandmother. I have aunts and uncles who are darker than me who possess a whopping 25%.
Any relationship I get into, no matter what his race, will be interracial, just because I am. It makes me wonder how many other people in the world are interracial yet don’t genetically show it.
Even in the 21st century race is still an unnecessarily big damn deal. I can’t truly imagine how things were like in the past. What kinds of hardships couples may have had to go through just to be together. That’s what intrigues me about interracial romance. Relationships are hard to begin with, but when you add fundamental differences that some people don’t agree too, it makes things more difficult.
On the flip side, sometimes even in interracial romances, race doesn’t factor into the romance. The couple has too much other crap to worry about, so petty things like skin color doesn’t even get mentioned except to describe the characters.
In Love Undercover the heroine, Sarita Cerez is Columbian while the hero, Matthew Carter is of mixed race, it’s just that none of the inmates knows precisely races.
His skin reminded her of the caramel in a Twix chocolate bar. The girls had come to a consensus about his African American heritage, but no one could figure out if his light complexion came from being Asian, Latino, or Caucasian. His exotic features made it impossible to tell.
I read interracial romances for the depth it tends to add to a story. Why do you read them?