Wild Sweet Love

From Publishers Weekly Taking two minor players from earlier novels ( Something Like Love and A Chance at Love ), Jenkins pulls together a clever story of crime, class, race and redemption in late 19th-century America. After Black Seminole Teresa July's bank robbing career is cut short by a three-year prison sentence, Teresa is released to the probationary care of the wealthy Molly Nance, a compassionate Philadelphia woman charged with turning the young, tempestuous bandit into a respectable 19th-century lady. For Teresa, forsaking her beloved leathers and pistols for dresses and manners is a small challenge compared to dealing with Molly's son, Madison. Heart-stoppingly handsome, this polished gambler-turned-banker regularly ignites Teresa's fiery temper with his arrogance. As Molly realizes how well suited the two are for each other, she conspires to keep throwing them together until they realize their own hearts. As the fish-out-of-water hijinks come to their apex, Jenkins turns the tables on her characters, throwing Molly and Madison in with Teresa's boisterous frontier clan just in time for a threat from Teresa's past to resurface. Jenkins's sassy heroines, well-drawn secondary characters and seamless incorporation of black history result in a fresh, winning historical. (May) Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved. From Booklist Teresa July once ran free as a train robber but was eventually caught and sent to prison. Given a second chance for good behavior, she's paroled at the home of Molly Nance, much to the chagrin of her son, Madison. Madison appreciates his mother's desire to help others, but she's been hurt once by a parolee, and he won't let Teresa do the same. But Teresa surprises him in more ways than one, and Madison begins to hope she'll stick around. Pairing up two secondary characters from prior works ( Something like Love, 2005; A Chance at Love , 2002), Jenkins delivers a tale much like her heroine: sassy, brassy, and bold. Watching starchy Madison and free-thinking Teresa spar is pure delight, and their passion lights up the pages like, well, July fireworks. Jenkins even offers well-conveyed history, delving into the culture of Black Seminoles and African American life in late-nineteenth-century Philadelphia. Nina Davis Copyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved Beverly Jenkins is the recipient of the 2018 Michigan Author Award by the Michigan Library Association, the 2017 Romance Writers of America Lifetime Achievement Award, as well as the 2016 Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award for historical romance. She has been nominated for the NAACP Image Award in Literature, was featured in both the documentary Love Between the Covers and on CBS Sunday Morning . Since the publication of Night Song in 1994, she has been leading the charge for inclusive romance, and has been a constant darling of reviewers, fans, and her peers alike, garnering accolades for her work from the likes of The Wall Street Journal , People Magazine , and NPR. To read more about Beverly, visit her at www.BeverlyJenkins.net. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Wild Sweet Love By Beverly Jenkins HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. Copyright © 2007 Beverly JenkinsAll right reserved. ISBN: 9780061161308 Chapter One Summer 1895Outside Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Scrubbing sheets on an iron washboard, Teresa thought about her capture. Although it had taken place three years ago, the memory felt like both yesterday and a lifetime. She wondered how Cloud was faring up in Kansas with her brother Neil and her sister-in-law Olivia. Did the stallion miss her as much as she missed him? Because musing on the past brought on a sadness she refused to acknowledge, she turned her attention back to the sheets she was supposed to be washing and stuck her red raw hands down into the hot lye-laced water. The sheets piled on the ground beside her were waiting their turn on the washboard, and it would be dark before they were all done. But being a Black Seminole, she didn't mind the work; the necessity of living a hard life was in her blood. What she did mind was that she was in prison in Pennsylvania. Because she'd chosen to stay on the wrong side of the law instead of turning herself in, as her brother had, Hanging Judge Parker wanted to teach her a lesson. He'd sentenced her not to a prison in her beloved West, but here, up North, where she'd had to suffer through cold, mean winters, was too far away for family to visit her, and where she knew no one. Teresa wiped the sweat from her brow and looked out at the other women in the yard. There were about fifty of them, and they too were hanging laundry and standing over wooden barrels. They'd been sent here for everything from stabbing their husbands to picking pockets. All were dressed in the same faded and worn blue sacks that passed for gowns, and prisoners wearing shoes outnumbered those without. Teresa transferred the wet clean sheets to the female prisoner operating one of the many ringers, then returned to her own vat to start on the next sheet. Today's batch of linens had come from one of the area's hospitals. Tomorrow's would be from the fancy Philadelphia hotels. Washing and hanging sheet after sheet, day after day, was mindless, backbreaking work, but at least they were outside. In the winter the prisoners were forced to stay indoors, which bred fights, petty thievery, and sometimes madness. By late afternoon she was tired, as they all were, and there was nothing to look forward to when the day ended but a plate of beans and salt pork that would be, and had always been, dinner. As a result, most of the women were thin and listless. Teresa doubted she'd ever again fit the leathers she'd worn here. Her once vibrant midnight skin was gray, her chopped-off hair matted and as full of lice as everyone else's. "July!" Teresa turned. It was Mrs. Cassidy, a burly brown-skinned matron whose sour expression had never changed in the three years Teresa had been in residence. "Warden wants to see you." Being summoned could be related to anything from a death in the family to punishments for infractions, real and imagined. Teresa wordlessly dried her hands and followed the matron across the field to the buildings a few feet away. The warden was a White man named Burns. He rarely ventured out of his office. Teresa had only seen him twice before. He looked up at her, but his face gave nothing away as to what this grand summoning might be about. "You're probably wondering why you're here." "Yes, sir." "It's about that fight last month." The fight had been between a surly prisoner named Ethel and the only matron in the place who seemed to care at all about the inmates, a woman named Doreen. When Ethel had jumped Doreen, Teresa jumped Ethel. "I submitted a request to the prison board," Burns said. Ethel had been sent to another facility, and Teresa was certain they were about to do the same to her. She waited, steeling herself for the blow to come. "The board has decided to give you credit for your time served as a way of rewarding you for coming to the aid of the matron." Teresa blinked and her legs wobbled for an instant. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then met the man's emotionless blue eyes. "This means that in two hours you will be free to leave here in the company of a charity representative who helps women like you readjust to the outside. You will be her ward for the next year. Any infractions and you will be returned here to serve out the rest of your five-year time. Is that understood?" Teresa was so moved she couldn't speak, so she nodded. "Is that a yes, July?" "Yes, sir." "Mrs. Cassidy will help you get prepared. Good luck, July." "Thank you, sir, and thank you to the board." "Don't make me regret this decision." "I won't. I promise." Two hours later she walked out of prison and over to a wagon waiting by the side of the road. An elderly Black man held the reins. "You Miss July?" She nodded. "I'm Mr. Boswell, I'm here to take you to Mrs. Nance. Crawl in the back." Teresa complied and made herself as comfortable as she could amidst the straw and farming implements in the wagon bed. "We got about an hour worth of traveling." She didn't care if the journey took six hours. She was free! "Mind if I sleep?" "Not a bit." A weary but happy Teresa closed her eyes, and before he even pulled away from the prison walls, she was asleep. Teresa didn't realize she'd slept through the entire ride until she was jostled awake. Her slumber had been so sound that it took her a few moments to shake off the bleariness and focus on the stern brown face of the woman who was gently shaking her shoulder. "Come," the woman said. "Mr. Boswell needs to get back to town." Continues... Excerpted from Wild Sweet Love by Beverly Jenkins Copyright © 2007 by Beverly Jenkins. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. Read more