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Zusatztext "Murray has always impressed me with her ability to live the life of her characters and make them come alive with each turning page." --- Indianapolis Recorder Informationen zum Autor Victoria Christopher Murray is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than thirty novels, including Stand Your Ground, a Library Journal Best Book of the Year and NAACP Image Award Winner. Her novel, The Personal Librarian, which she cowrote with Marie Benedict was a Good Morning America Book Club pick. Visit her website at VictoriaChristopherMurray.com. Klappentext Have the sins of the mother come upon the daughter?Jasmine Larson Bush is finally living a drama-free life. She's left her lying, cheating, stealing stripper days behind and is standing by her husband's side as the first lady of one of the largest churches in New York City. The Bushes have been blessed with the best of everything--including two lovely children. But just when Jasmine has committed her life completely to God, her daughter Jacqueline is kidnapped from a mall the day after Thanksgiving. The police and the church community join in the frantic search to find the four-year-old. As the days pass without any sign of her daughter, Jasmine begins to crack under the strain and turns to Brian Lewis, Jacqueline's biological father, for solace. Has Jasmine's past finally caught up to her? Will her daughter be found or will Jasmine pay the ultimate price? Leseprobe Sins of the Mother One N EW Y ORK , N EW Y ORK N OVEMBER 2009 “L OVE M AMA !” Jasmine scooped her toddler into her arms. “You do love your mama, don’t you?” She laughed. Mae Frances rolled her eyes as Jasmine smothered her son’s cheeks with kisses. “Don’t make no kind of sense, Jasmine Larson,” her best friend said. “Teaching that baby to say that.” “What’s wrong with him loving his mama?” But before Mae Frances could answer, Jasmine stood straight up and scanned the crowd that packed the new mall. In just seconds, her gaze locked on her daughter, crouched in front of the pet store window. “Jacqueline!” The girl’s brown curls bounced when she jumped up, startled, and skipped back to Jasmine and Mae Frances. With a firm hand, Jasmine grasped her daughter’s wrist. “I told you to stay where Nama and I could see you.” Jacqueline bowed her head. “But Mama,” she sighed, “I could see you.” “Well, I couldn’t see you, so why don’t you sit down for a moment and cool off,” Jasmine said as she wiped the thin line of perspiration that dampened her daughter’s hairline. “I’m not hot,” Jacqueline protested. It was the look on her mother’s face that made Jacqueline wiggle onto the bench next to Mae Frances. With her eyes on Jasmine, she buried her head on the shoulder of the woman who, years before, had been nothing more than a friend of the family, but was now so close to the Bushes that Jacqueline thought of her as her grandmother. When Mae Frances put her arms around Jacqueline, the girl glared at Jasmine as if she never planned to love her again. Jasmine shook her head, then her eyes widened when her rambunctious daughter rolled her eyes. No, she didn’t. Jacqueline had never done that before, and Jasmine opened her mouth to scold her, then just as quickly changed her mind. When her daughter peeked back at her, Jasmine rolled her eyes. Jacqueline giggled, and Jasmine laughed, too. But when Jacqueline moved to get up again, Jasmine stared her back down. Jacqueline pouted and bounced hard against the back of the bench, but the silent tantrum didn’t faze Jasmine. She planned to let her four-year-old (or ...
