FORBIDDEN
Beverly Jenkins
Releasing on January 26, 2016
Avon
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This is a must read book. I was given this book to read and
want to say thanks for this wonderful book. I loved the entire
book and could not put it down. Rhine is passable as white
and has built quite them empire. He thinks he has all he
needs till he meets a spunky woman named Eddy when
he rescues her. Then he has to question if passing as white
is truly a good thing or risk it all for Eddy and embrace his
heritage. Eddy starts out ready to go then her ticket and
money is stolen. When she asks her sitter for help she gets
no help form her . I felt so bad for Eddy's nieces. But applaud
eddy for rinsing above stereo types and aspires to be a cook
and not make her way as a Whore. I love the fierce chemistry between Rhine and Eddy now they just have to
find a way to each other. Now
before I ruin this for you I will
leave off here. I hope you enjoy this book as much
as I did.
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USA Today bestselling author Beverly Jenkins returns
with the first book in a breathtaking new series
set in the Old West
Rhine Fontaine is building the successful life he's always
dreamed of—one that depends upon him passing for White.
But for the first time in years, he wishes he could step out
from behind the façade. The reason: Eddy Carmichael, the
young woman he rescued in the desert. Outspoken, defiant,
and beautiful, Eddy tempts Rhine in ways that could cost
him everything . . . and the price seems worth paying.
Eddy owes her life to Rhine, but she won't risk her heart
for him. As soon as she's saved enough money from her
cooking, she'll leave this Nevada town and move to
California. No matter how handsome he is, no matter how
fiery the heat between them, Rhine will never be hers.
Giving in for just one night might quench this longing.
Or it might ignite an affair as reckless and irresistible
as it is forbidden . . .
Denver
Spring 1870
“Stop him!” Eddy Carmichael
screamed, scrambling to her feet from the mud. The man who’d snatched her purse
and shoved her down was now running away down the dark Denver street. Taking
off in pursuit, she called for help, but there were no policemen about and the
few people on the walks nearby gave her no more than a passing glance. Up
ahead, the thief turned a corner. Not wanting to lose him, she ran faster, but
by the time she reached the spot, he’d disappeared. Frantically casting about
for clues as to his whereabouts, she saw nothing. Anger turned to frustration
and then to despair. Inside the purse had been her paltry month’s pay and the
train ticket to California she’d purchased less than an hour ago. She’d been
saving for the passage for months in hopes of starting a new life in San
Francisco.
Now, penniless, angry, her skirts and cloak covered with mud, she set out for home.
Now, penniless, angry, her skirts and cloak covered with mud, she set out for home.
Eddy dreamed of owning her own
restaurant. It was a common belief that women like her, the descendant of
slaves, had no right to dream. Yet, she knew from the articles she’d read in
the newspapers that members of the race were pursuing theirs in spite of the
disenfranchisement being ignored by Congress and the bloody lawlessness of
Redemption ravaging the South. Colleges were being built, land was being
purchased, and across the nation Black owned businesses were springing up like
columbines in the spring. At the age of twenty- seven and unmarried, Eddy saw
no such opportunities for herself in Denver, and now thanks to the thief those
dreams were in peril.
Her home was a room she rented above
a laundry owned by her landlady, Mrs. Lucretia Hampton. Eddy had been so sure
of leaving town, she’d already given the woman notice and the new tenant was
due to move in tomorrow afternoon. Although Mrs. Hampton would show concern
over Eddy being robbed, the laundress was first and foremost a businesswoman
and would likely not alter the agreement.
Putting her key into the door lock
of her room, Eddy stepped into the darkness. As always, the acrid scent of lye
wafting up from the laundry below filled the air. The room was so tiny even a
mouse would have difficulty turning around, but on her meager salary it was all
she could afford. Having worn the mantle of poverty since the death of her
parents twelve years ago, she was grateful to have it. Making her way through
the shadows over to the pallet that served as her bed, she struck a match and
set the flame against the stub of candle in the old tin saucer that sat atop a
battered wooden crate. While the wavering light filled the room, she removed
her mud- stained cloak. Rather than attempt to clean it with the small bit of
water in her basin, she hung it on the nail protruding from the back of the
door with the hope that once the mud dried it would be easier to remove. She
put her last pieces of kindling into the hearth. The resulting heat would be
minimal but at least the flames held beauty, another element her life lacked.
Warming her hands, she thought about her plight. She supposed she could remain
in Denver and start saving again. Choosing that route meant finding another
room to rent and a new job, because she’d given her employer notice, too. Six
months ago, the hotel where she’d worked for the past three years as a cook had
been purchased by a new owner whose first act had been to remove Eddy and every
other person of color from the kitchen. He offered her a new job scrubbing
floors for less money. The demotion was both infuriating and humiliating, but
knowing how blessed she was to still have employment, she’d swallowed her anger
and scrubbed the floors until they shone. Even then, he constantly found fault
with her work and routinely docked her pay for what he termed inferior effort.
She knew for a fact he’d never offer her the job back, and there was no way
she’d be able to rent another room without one.
She ran her hands over her eyes and
sighed. She didn’t want to stay in Denver, not even for another day. Her future
lay elsewhere and she knew that as sure as she knew her name, but how could she
could get the money for another ticket? Mrs. Hampton didn’t give loans. The
Colored community was small and most were as pinched by poverty as she. Those
who weren’t certainly wouldn’t loan her money even if she had the gall to ask.
Her only relative in the city was her younger sister Corinne, and asking her for
money made about as much as sense as asking the new owner of the hotel. After
the deaths of their mother Constance and teamster father Ben in a blizzard,
Eddy did everything she could to provide for herself and sister; she took in
laundry, cooked for the wealthy, looked after their children, and swept their
floors. But her beautiful baby sister chose to fall back on her looks and
figure and took up with a pimp in the city’s red- light district. Although the
pimp was long gone, Corinne still resided there along with her two young
daughters. Eddy knew her sister would laugh in her face for having the audacity
to ask for money. Corinne had nothing but derision for Eddy’s desire to better
her life, but Corinne was her last resort. It was too late to pay her a visit
at the moment, but she’d planned to stop by on her way to the station in the
morning to say good- bye to her nieces anyway. Now, her visit would be about
something different entirely.
“At
least I won’t have much to pack,” she said softly. She’d sold what little
possessions she’d had in order to help pay her rent and purchase the train
ticket. What remained was her mother’s locket, a cast iron skillet, her small
cookstove brazier, and a few meager changes of clothing. She had nothing else.
Were she not so accustomed to having to claw her way through life, she might
have collapsed and wept, but being made of sterner stuff, she’d learned long
ago that weeping changed nothing.
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~*~*~ Beverly Jenkins ~*~*~
Ms. Jenkins is the nation's premier writer of African
American historical romance fiction and specializes in 19th
century African American life.
She has over thirty published novels to date.
American historical romance fiction and specializes in 19th
century African American life.
She has over thirty published novels to date.
She has received numerous awards, including: five
Waldenbooks/Borders Group Best Sellers Awards; two
Career Achievement Awards and a Pioneer Award from
Romantic Times Magazine; a Golden Pen Award from the
Black Writer's Guild, and in 1999 was named one of the Top
Fifty Favorite African-American writers of the 20th Century
by AABLC, the nation's largest on-line African-American book club.
Waldenbooks/Borders Group Best Sellers Awards; two
Career Achievement Awards and a Pioneer Award from
Romantic Times Magazine; a Golden Pen Award from the
Black Writer's Guild, and in 1999 was named one of the Top
Fifty Favorite African-American writers of the 20th Century
by AABLC, the nation's largest on-line African-American book club.
She has also been featured in many national publications,
including the Wall Street Journal, People Magazine, Dallas
Morning News and Vibe Magazine. She has lectured and
given talks at such prestigious universities as Oberlin
University, the University of Illinois, and Princeton. She
speaks widely on both romance and 19th century African-
American history and was the 2014 featured speaker for the
W.W. Law Lecture Series sponsored by the Savannah Black
Heritage Festival.
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