Returning to my love of historical romance I have a unique story from Beverly Jenkins. Always one to count on for stories that solidly bring the African-American perspective to her characters, this story starts in 1870, a few years after the Civil War, on the west coast. Along with my review there is an excerpt to enjoy, and you can check the tour stops to see what other readers thought of the book. But don’t forget to enter the tour-wide giveaway where you could win a $25.00 eGift Card to Choice Book Seller. But first…
I’ve read a few Civil War and expansionist era historical, but none held the intrigue or interest in perspective that Ms. Jenkins brings to Forbidden. A free black woman, Eddy has dreams and ambition and a determination that never seems to waver for long. She wants to start anew in California with her own restaurant, and make her mark. Denver has lost the luster for her, her sister and she are constantly at odds, and she feels that San Francisco will be where she can shine.
Relying on her wits and her personality, as well as some unexpected skills learned from her teamster father, Eddy’s journey seems to be starting reasonably smoothly until she’s trcked and abandoned in the desert, necessitating a rescue.
Rhine was born the son of a slave and her master, his sharp wits, determination and light complexion allow him to ‘pass’ for white far from those slave roots, and he’s made the most of the new opportunities afforded him. He was a conflicted character who often seemed to be at odds with his own history and genetics, and watching his behavior as he ‘fits in’ seemed to become more wearing on him as the story went on, and his feelings for Eddy deepened.
Secrets and lies work to muffle and hide your true personality, and I thought the prejudice and bigotry were simple to grasp. But Eddy isn’t looking to end up like her sister, reliant on whatever man she can grab onto, and Rhine, as he first appears, is simply NOT for her. But there is no denying their connection, one she finds disturbing and unsettling as it conflicts with her own plans and choices.
This isn’t a read and be done story, you will read and lose track of time, with issues of the 1870’s having a curious (and sad) correlation to issues of today. Eddy will instantly win favor, and while Rhine takes a bit more time to warm up to. Jenkins has managed to weave the romance and the feel of the time into this story, giving us a true sense of both the hardships from the life the characters lived whether from race or the rather difficult lives of the late 1800’s. Most of all, the choice that Rhine has to make between the life he’s struggled and worked to build or the truth to claim the woman he has come to love is an epic one: and one that is presented with flair.
Author: Beverly Jenkins
Genre: Historical Romance
Published by: Avon
Published on: 26 January, 2016
Source: Publisher via Avon Addicts
Audio Length: 9 Hours: 27 minutes
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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 . . .
A copy of this title was provided via Publisher via Avon Addicts for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
The following morning, Eddy gathered her things, took a bittersweet look back at the place she’d called home, and closed the door. After handing Mrs. Hampton the key and being told, “Godspeed,” she set off. Her clothing and the skillet were stuffed in an old carpetbag and the cookstove was balanced on her head. It was a chilly April morning and the city was just coming to life.
Most of the residents of the red- light district were sleeping off last night’s excesses, so the streets were quiet. The seedy area with its cribs, saloons, and bawdy houses looked tired and worn- out under the dawning light of day. Eddy guessed her sister would be asleep, too, and would probably not welcome the early morning visit, but it couldn’t be helped. Setting the cookstove on the ground by her feet, she knocked on the shack’s door.
Her twelve- year- old niece Portia answered the knock and her dark eyes brightened. “Aunt Eddy!”
She threw herself into Eddy’s arms, and Eddy held her tight and kissed her brow. Eddy loved the girls and hated the circumstances they were being raised under. She dearly wanted to offer them a home with her, but going from a destitute mother to a destitute aunt served no one. Although Corinne swore she loved her daughters, Eddy worried about them constantly, especially now that they were growing into young ladies.
Portia’s baby sister, ten- year- old year Regan, appeared and also met Eddy’s appearance with joy. Both girls had inherited their mother’s great beauty. Eddy assumed Corinne knew who their fathers were but had never shared the identities with Eddy.
Regan asked, “Did you come to spend the day with us, Aunt Eddy?”
The hope in her eyes twisted Eddy’s heart. “No, sweetie. I came to talk to your mama. Is she sleeping?”
Regan nodded. “And if we wake her up she’ll whip us. Won’t she, Portia?” Portia didn’t respond verbally but the tense set of her chin affirmed it.
As if cued, the angry Corinne entered the room belt in hand and snapped, “How many times have I told you not to wake me up?” Seeing Eddy, she paused. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”
“My purse was stolen yesterday. My train ticket to California was inside.”
Eddy held onto her patience. “I came to see if I could borrow enough to buy another. I’ll pay you back once I’m settled.”
“Why are you going to California?”
“To look for a job. There’s nothing here for me.”
Portia looked mortified. “You’re leaving Denver, Aunt Eddy?”
Eddy knew she should have told them about California before now, but she and Corinne were like tinder and matches, so she kept putting the visit off. “I’m hoping to,” she said softly. “I’ll come back to see you and Regan as soon as I can. I promise.”
Portia, so stoic for someone her age, raised her chin stiffly. “Okay.”
Corinne said coolly, “Portia, since I’m up, go strip the sheets off my bed, and pump some water so we can start the wash.”
“Yes, Mama.” She hurried from the room and disappeared into the back.
Regan laced her thin arms around Eddy’s waist and pressed herself close. She whispered through her tears. “Please don’t leave Aunt Eddy. Please.” Eddy felt awful.
“Regan, stop that sniveling and go help your sister.”
Eddy caressed her cheek in good- bye and Regan left the room.
“You didn’t have to be so mean, Corinne.”
“Don’t tell me how to raise my children. When you get your own, you can treat them any way you like. And, I don’t have any money for you or your highfalutin dreams. I told you years ago, you’d make more money down here than you’d ever make uptown. You had the bosoms and the looks, but no, you thought you were too good.”
“No, I didn’t want to become a whore, Corinne.”
“Yet here you are begging help from a whore.”
“I’m here begging help from my sister.” Corinne’s legendary allure had faded; too many men, too much whiskey, too much hardship. Now, instead of features that could’ve launched ships like the fabled Helen of Troy, she looked as tired and worn- out as any other women of her profession. Eddy was saddened by that.
“I have nothing for you. Guess you and your dreams will have to walk there.”
“I guess so.” Eddy thought back on how much she once loved her sister, the giggles they’d shared in their bedroom at night, the way they’d played as girls, and the sense of family their parents always tried to instill. Standing before her now in a ratty, faded green wrapper was a woman she didn’t know and it broke Eddy’s heart. “Good- bye, sister. I’ll write when I get settled.”
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