Karen’s Killer Book Bench: THE OTHER SHORE, #Multicultural #Interracial #Romance by Tracey A. Ball

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Multicultural Interracial Romance


Sometimes two wrongs are the only way to make it right.

Angela and Mitchell wanted a family. They got torn apart.

Separated by a boating accident that left them for dead, old and new lives collide in a Castaway meets Hope Floats tale of love lost and life recovered. Where doing the right thing is impossible.

Multicultural Interracial Romance


He gave her a tour of his brother’s estate. They raided the refrigerator and hung out in his game room playing table football.

“You’re good at this,” Nolan said after her second straight win.

“Every single group home Deidra and I lived in had at least one.”

From the interviews after the rescue, Nolan knew she had no other relatives, but she hadn’t spoken about it before now. “How many homes did you live in?”

“Six or seven. I don’t remember.” She moved over to Rob’s ping pong table.

He followed her over and served first. “May I ask about your family?”

“You may.” She slammed the ball hard enough to make him stretch. “No clue about our dad, or dads. One day, our mother took us to social service. She sat us in a chair and said she was going to the restroom.” The ball bounced back and forth between them. “Or so we’ve been told. I wasn’t quite a year yet and Deidra was two. We were lucky. They kept us together. We don’t have any hard feelings or psychopathic tendencies I’m aware of. Just one of those unpleasant happenings in life.”

“You seem healthy. Not a psychopathic tendency in sight.” His serve whooshed past her.

She gave a girlish squeal that made him chuckle. “Healthy lungs too.”

“I’ll get you for that!”

The game ended when the last ping pong ball rolled under the sofa. “Do you want to move the couch, or move on to the next game?”

It was a three-piece reclining sectional. “No, thanks.” She laid her paddle down and pointed to the pool table. I have no clue how to play this game, but I’m going to brutalize you.”

“Brutalize me?” The idea wasn’t at all unpleasant to him.

“Oh yeah. I’m dangerous.”

It wasn’t long before he discovered how dangerous. She repeatedly knocked the balls off the table and once lost her grip on the pool stick.

“You’re not dangerous. You’re a menace.”

She laughed, agreeing with his assessment. “Mitch tried to teach me once. You can see how that turned out. That was before we stopped having fun.” She paused. Her wood-brown eyes, glossed over with unshed tears, took on a smoky hue. “I’m sorry. That was ungracious of me.” She laid her pool stick down and turned her back to him. “I shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.”

Likewise, Nolan set his stick aside. He joined Angela on her side of the table, leaning against the rail. “You’re not ungracious. It’s all right to speak the truth.” He touched her shoulder. “Even about the dead.”

Angela glanced at him and then away.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She sighed. “I shouldn’t think negatively about him.”

“You can’t feel guilty about that. He was human and so are you.”

His compelling tone drew her in. “I had a great marriage. That can’t be denied but… but sometimes, it wasn’t good. I don’t remember precisely how I felt at the time, but I…I recall not liking some of it. We had money and jobs and freedom. We bought stuff and did stuff and people were always envious. Mitch loved that. People envying the illusion we created. When I let myself dwell on it, I can see that’s what it was: an illusion. He never forgot my birthday, but he couldn’t remember to stop at the dry cleaners. The big deal things that everyone talked about—no problem. The little things… hanging out in the kitchen while I put away the dishes, teaching me to shoot pool or keeping a dumb promise—that was always missing. Part of me feels stupid and selfish. He did so many great things, why should I care about doing the dishes together? If I wanted one, he’d have gotten me a housekeeper.” She shut up then.

Her rigid stance, the way she hugged herself, and her too-tight control told him she needed to talk. He let her.

“We wanted a baby. I’m not sure why Mitchell did—probably because it fit our success story image. No. I’m being petty. Sorry.”

“Why did you want a baby?”

“Because I love children.”

Nolan sensed there was more. He waited.

“Because a baby would need me and love me for all the little reasons nobody can see. But I’m out of luck there too.” Now, the tears came. A soft trickle, rolling across her cheek. “I have what they call unexplained infertility. There’s no medical reason why I can’t conceive. No one can tell me how to fix it.” She hunched her shoulders. “Mitchell tried to fix it. We redecorated our condo. We bought a new Mercedes. He took me to Cancun. He booked the cruise home to extend our vacation because he was fixing it. But he couldn’t fix me. Half of the time he didn’t recognize me. And now, I can’t recall the few precious moments I did have.” She turned around again, agitated and sad. Very sad.

Nolan digested the information. She was as complicated as she was beautiful. He didn’t have any words of comfort to give her. She wouldn’t receive them anyway. He picked up the pool stick and offered it to her.

She took it on reflex.

Positioning himself behind her, Nolan adjusted the stick properly in her hands. “You put your fingers like this…  Hold the back a little higher.”

“Like this?”

“Yes. You want to slide it through easy. Like this…”

His arms were around her, their fingers entwined as he guided her movements. Her tension ebbed away as she relaxed into him.

This was the comfort she needed.

Meet Author Tracy A. Ball…

Made entirely of rum and snacks—International Bestselling Author, Tracy A. Ball is a native Baltimorean and veteran West Virginian, whose family is a mashup of cultures. She writes real and raw interracial romance with an intensity that burns because she has been busting stereotypes while teaching interracial/generational healing for more than a quarter of a century.

Tracy engages with folks from every twist of fate and all manner of experience. She has hung out with murderers and dined with people who have dined with the Pope, which is why she needs the rum…and a nap.

Interviewing Tracy…

Before we get started talking about your writing, tell us a little about yourself, where you’re from, what you do for a living (if you’re not a full-time writer) what hobbies you have, etc. Whatever you’d like to share to introduce yourself.

I’m a Ninaw! My grandson just turned 5 yrs old and my granddaughter is 5 months old. That’s several full-time jobs. Besides writing and my grandbabies, I love all forms of creativity: Reading, painting, music. My husband is a musician. He’s also a truck driver. He’s also a priest. Which would make him my biggest hobby.

1. What genres (s) do you write in and why?

I write romances and all of its sub-genres.

2. What’s your favorite beverage?

Lemon water or Smoothies with ginger. I could drink one or the other all day long.

3. If you had to listen to one song over and over again for a whole day, what would it be?

Have done; often. Learning to breathe by Switchfoot/ Between the Raindrops by Lifehouse/ and Places You Find Love by Quincy Jones.

4. What is your least favorite part of writing?

Detaching from my characters.

5. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

Where I live now; just outside the city; close enough for activity, but not in my backyard. I have four even seasons, I’m close to the mountains and the ocean. Plus, I love my house. My deck’s amazing. And, I have no ambition to adapt to another lifestyle. (I used to travel a lot when I was younger)

6. Are you an avid reader? When you do read someone else’s writing, what is your favorite genre?

I think if you want to write well, you have to invest time in reading/watching movies and being submerged in stories. My favorites are romance, high fantasy, and suspense.

7. Where do you get the ideas for your stories?

Sometimes I dream of a scene or a conversation. Then it becomes my mission to fit into some tangible context. Other times, I am fictionalizing a real-world experience.

8. Tell me about your ideal reader.

The ones who feel the story so much, they come to me with questions, theories, and/or perspectives that they wish to test. That, to me, is a heavy investment into a writer’s work.

9. If you were to choose one superpower, what would it be?

Telekinesis. (I think about this wayyy too much) Moving things with my mind would make multi-tasking next level.

10. Tell us about your next book & when is it being published?

Next, is Blood Like Rain- my contribution to the Possessed by Passion Boxed Set that was released in March. The paperback releases in October. After that, is Mail Duty, which is part of a multi-author series entitled Crazy Town. Each story is about a member of the world’s most outlandish community. Mystery, romance, paranormal, anything goes in CT.

This one is scheduled for an April 2022 release.


Captain Dustin Reed escaped from an understaffed psychiatric hospital. Three years later, he was Justin Rowe, the Crazy-Town mailman—a lovable, eager to please, nerd. He knew his customers: when their bills were late, when their adult-toys arrived, when they went on vacation, and when their cars were parked at the church, while they were at the bar or motel.

He knew them, but they did not know him.

They didn’t know he was an ex-soldier whose untreated PTSD forced him to relive missions. They didn’t know he broke into their homes, touched their things, and invaded their lives.

Cheyenne Taylor was just getting used to her new life in Crazy-Town and welcomed a visit from her sister, Sage, who needed to get away from a bad relationship. But, someone was stalking them. Yet, every time danger got close, Justin was on hand to save the day. Only, he couldn’t explain how he knew so much about them.

With the town under scrutiny, protecting the girls could get him arrested. Not protecting them wasn’t an option.


Links to Tracy’s website, blog, books, #ad etc.:

Amazon: https://amzn.to/3olzjXc


Special Giveaway: Tracy will give away an ebook copy of THE OTHER SHORE to one lucky reader who comments on her Karen’s Killer Book Bench blog. Happy Reading!


Thanks, Tracy, for sharing your story with us!

Don’t miss the chance to read this book!







11 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Book Bench: THE OTHER SHORE, #Multicultural #Interracial #Romance by Tracey A. Ball”

  1. Good morning, Tracy, and welcome back to Karen’s Killer Book Bench. The Other Shore sounds like an emotional story that will tug my heartstrings. I love seeing how people with real life struggles manage to make a new life for themselves. It makes for such a satisfying story when they succeed. Thanks for sharing your book with us today!

    1. Thank you for hosting me.
      This one is a roller coaster that will have you second guessing your loyalties. lol

  2. So nice to meet you, Tracy.
    Great excerpt and I love the interview answer: “detaching from the characters”. I’ve always thought an author must be really involved in the character life in order to engage the readers so passionately.
    Thanks, Karen and Tracy.

    1. Hi K. A.

      Thank you. It’s one of my favorite scenes.
      I’m nutty like a method actor. I become my characters and they take over my life. lol

    1. You are very welcome. Thank you. If you decide to read it, let m know what you think. It’s definitely different.

  3. Hi Tracy!
    I liked the excerpt. This sounds like a book that I would n😅eed a box of tissues within reach. I love heartfelt stories that draws me in, which this one sounds like it would be. Thank you for sharing!

    Thanks Karen. This is another author I hadn’t heard of!🙂

    1. Thank you so much. The story is unusual but heartfelt and relatable on many levels. I hope you enjoy it.

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