Spencer Stephens is a young man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and like many of his mates, he feels like he's got the world on his shoulder. Spencer's father, proud Jamaican-Canadian immigrant and Algonquin College professor Samuel Stephens expects his son to make something of his life. As for Spencer's mother, Croatian-Canadian immigrant and government worker Helena Blazevic, she just wants her son to be happy.
What's a brother to do when caught between school, his sex drive, and the sky-high expectations of his parents? Spencer Stephens is determined to do his own thing. As a young man born to an interracial couple, he knows how the world sees his parents for being unique. Life can be hard for biracial people, especially when their parents come from opposite worlds. Nevertheless, the best way to be is embrace who and what you are, always...
Spencer is about to learn the hard way that no one can please the entire world. No matter who you are, someone will always hate you for the way you look, the way you dress, the way you carry yourself, who you date, what kind of music you like, and your politics. The haters are out there and they are always looking for someone to hate. Spence wants the haters to go fuck themselves and leave him the hell alone...
Determined to make his mark by his own rules, Spencer enrolled at Carleton University, where he studies business management. He wants to work in a fancy office on Bank Street someday, perhaps as a CRA guy, or a NAV-Canada worker. The brother wants to make money, and succeed, but he also wants to have some fun along the way. The story needs a little sexing up at this point...
Spencer was walking around the sunlit quad one fine morning in September when he spotted...her. Ankita Shaji, a five-foot-four, pleasantly plump cutie of South Asian descent. Ankita hails from the Kerala region of India. Spencer became fascinated with Ankita long before he ever saw her lovely round face or her enchanting chestnut eyes. He'd been mesmerized by her derriere...
Now, a lot of folks would say that a young black man who likes Indian ladies is setting himself for failure. While a lot of Indian men have a thing for black women, Indian women seldom venture beyond the racial divide and when they do so, they pursue white males. As it turns out, Spencer was in luck. Ankita Shaji was something of a unicorn, an Indian gal with a mind of her own who returns his affections without fear or shame...
Ankita Shaji had never met anyone like Spencer Stephens, that's for damn sure. Tall, muscular, and handsome, with light brown skin and curly dark hair styled into an Afro, Spencer was simply one of the most beautiful men that Ankita had ever laid eyes on. Ankita felt her heart skip a beat when she looked into Spencer's eyes, and she felt it, that undeniable chemistry which drew them together...
Ankita Shaji, the daughter of proud Indian immigrants, surprised everyone, inclduing herself, by public dating Spencer Stephens, the handsome brother who stole her heart. Now, a lot of South Asian male students on the Carleton University campus were less than thrilled to see a pretty Indian gal like Ankita walking around holding hands with a black guy, but she didn't give a damn.
Spencer Stephens had fallen in love with Ankita Shaji and couldn't be prouder of his beloved. He took her to movie theaters, malls and restaurants. He carried her on his back and sang her a tune...or ten. Ankita loved it when Spencer would pick her up in his strong arms and spin her around before kissing her passionately. In the bedroom, the happy couple's passion sizzled...
