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Lady Jasmine

Lady Jasmine

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by Victoria Christopher Murray

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The beloved—and hated—Jasmine larson bush returns to battle her own past in a compelling new novel of love, faith, and shame from the Essence bestselling novelist. In Temptation, A Sin and a Shame, and most recently, Too Little, Too Late, Jasmine Larson Bush—a scheming, manipulative, man-stealing diva who was “saved” just in time to


The beloved—and hated—Jasmine larson bush returns to battle her own past in a compelling new novel of love, faith, and shame from the Essence bestselling novelist. In Temptation, A Sin and a Shame, and most recently, Too Little, Too Late, Jasmine Larson Bush—a scheming, manipulative, man-stealing diva who was “saved” just in time to become a preacher’s wife—entertained fans with her conniving ways and acts of redemption. In Lady Jasmine, a desperate time from Jasmine’s past threatens the family and the future she worked so hard to build. In order to save her marriage with Reverend Hosea Bush, Jasmine was forced to reveal every secret that remained in her past to him—her real age, her real weight, her real shoe size. She thought she had told Hosea everything. But when Jasmine is blackmailed about a terrible truth from her past that she “forgot” to tell Hosea, more than just her marriage is in jeopardy. Determined to keep the life she fought so hard to save, Jasmine is willing to commit any sin, even murder, to leave her past behind her. No one can know the truth about the First Lady of City of Lights Riverside Church. No one can know that, beneath Jasmine’s veneer of a redeemed Christian wife, there lies a sinner—especially her trusting husband.

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Jasmine Bush returns (after Temptation, A Sin and a Shame, and Too Little, Too Late) when her father-in-law, Reverend Bush of the City of Lights at Riverside Church, is found shot and comatose. Jasmine's husband steps up to the pulpit to take his father's place, and Jasmine is in her glory. But a blackmailer with information from her past may cost Jasmine the reputation she has fought so hard to regain. Jasmine has a secret that she doesn't even want her beloved husband to discover, and she will go to any lengths to keep that secret. VERDICT Realistic characters and a likable heroine make this title a winner for Murray's strong following.

—Tamara Butler

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March 2007


Death was on her mind, but Jasmine wasn't thinking of her own demise. Her hands still trembled as she looked down at the letter she held.

Would the charge be first degree murder or would it be more like manslaughter? Either way, she would go to jail for both before she allowed anyone to reveal this secret.

Jasmine read the words that she'd already memorized: Get your husband to step down from the pulpit or else everyone will know what you did in the summer of 1983.

Hours had passed since she'd first read the letter last night, and she still trembled. Until a few weeks ago, those days had been totally forgotten; expunged from her mind many years before. The summer of '83 was just a small blip on her life's radar. A mistake. A secret.

But it was a big secret that she'd kept from everyone — including her husband, Pastor Hosea Bush.

Jasmine closed her eyes and remembered the question Hosea had asked her just five months before when they were in Los Angeles.

"Are there any other secrets, Jasmine? Any other lies?"

She'd told him then every truth she could remember, revealed every lie that she'd ever told — how she was forty-three and not thirty-eight. How she'd been married before. She'd even told him how much weight she'd really gained since she'd had her baby. She'd told her husband everything she could think of.

But she hadn't told him this.

"I have to talk to Hosea," she whispered, remembering the commitment they'd both made never again to keep secrets.

She could tell him — convince him — that this was something she'd simply forgotten. But even as she had that thought, she knew that would never happen. There was nothing that would ever make her tell this truth. If Hosea found out about this, she'd lose more than her husband: Hosea might even try to take their daughter, Jacqueline, away from her. This was an unforgiveable sin; at least it would be in Hosea's eyes.

No, she would commit murder before she allowed this to come out. No one could ever know that she'd spent the summer of '83 hanging high and swinging low from a pole.

No one could ever know that Jasmine Cox Larson Bush, the first lady of New York's City of Lights at Riverside Church, used to be a stripper!

Copyright © 2009 by Victoria Christopher Murray

A Few Weeks Before


The shocking shrill pierced the black quiet of midnight, but Jasmine had no intention of answering the telephone.

"Don't stop, baby," Jasmine panted when Hosea lifted his head from beneath the sheet.

"Gotta get that," he gasped. "Might be important."

Jasmine glanced at the clock: 12:17. She rolled over, closed her eyes, and, in her mind, returned to the place where she and Hosea were before the telephone rang.

Hosea still knew how to take her straight to heaven. And it was even better now, since he'd stopped thinking about their having a baby. Once conception was taken out of the equation, only pure pleasure remained.

Like tonight. He'd had her singing praises in seventeen languages. And she still had a few native tongues she wanted to test, so whoever was calling, whatever the reason, it had better be worth interrupting some of the best —

"What!" Hosea shouted and clicked on the lamp. "I'm on my way!"

Jasmine sat up straight. "What's wrong?"

"Pops! He's been shot!"

Tossing aside the satin duvet, Jasmine ignored the shock of the cool air as it wrapped around her nakedness. "Shot?" She stood stiff as Hosea leapt from the bed and dashed into his closet.

"That's all Brother Hill said," Hosea yelled back. "He's at Harlem Hospital with Pops now."

The shock finally released her, and Jasmine ran into her own closet. Her mind swirled with questions as she stuffed herself into a pair of jeans, then grabbed a sweatshirt. Shot? By whom? Where? When? By the time Hosea stepped from his closet, Jasmine was ready.

He said, "You don't have to go. I'll call you."

"I'm going with you." Her tone said there would be no further discussion. "I'll check on Jacquie and wake up Mrs. Sloss." She took two steps, then turned back and held Hosea in her arms. "He's going to be okay," she whispered.

His eyes shined with fright, but he nodded like he agreed.

Taking charge, she said, "Instead of driving, let's take a cab. I'll meet you downstairs." She dashed from their bedroom across to the other side of the apartment and tiptoed into their daughter's room.

For her second birthday last month, Jasmine had transformed Jacqueline's bedroom into a princess's pink haven. She peeked into the four-poster toddler cot and straightened the comforter that was bunched around Jacqueline's feet. She kissed her cheek, then knocked on the adjacent door.

"Ms. Jasmine," Mrs. Sloss, their live-in nanny, began the moment she opened the door, "something wrong with Jacquie?" Her voice was filled with sleep, but her eyes were wide.

"No." Jasmine was already rushing toward the living room. "Hosea's godfather just called. Someone shot Reverend Bush."

"Oh, no!" The nanny followed behind her. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Just take care of my baby."

As she waited for the elevator, Jasmine paced and tried to think. But even by the time she ascended to the lobby, she couldn't make sense out of this news.

"Mr. Bush is waiting for you," the doorman said, as he held the door for her. Jasmine stepped outside and paused to say a quick prayer. Then she jumped into the waiting cab and they sped off into the midnight quiet of the February night.

Their steps echoed like rapid fire through the hospital's hallway. Jasmine squeezed Hosea's hand right before they stepped to the nurses' station.

"I'm here to see — "


When Brother Hill ran up behind them, Jasmine's eyebrows raised a little at the sight of the man in a jogging suit. She'd never seen the church deacon without a tie.

"Where's Pops?" Hosea asked right after he embraced his godfather.

"He's in the Trauma Unit." With his hand on his shoulder, Brother Hill led Hosea toward a room as if his godson had come alone.

Jasmine took a deep breath and followed the two men. It took everything within her not to be upset with the way Brother Hill ignored her. She had to remember that this wasn't about her — this was about Reverend Bush, a man she'd grown to love.

But the truth: it was hard not to go off. Taking insults from Brother Hill and his band of bandits — the decades-long friends of Reverend Bush who didn't think she was good enough to be Hosea's wife — had become part of her life. These old-timers who'd known Hosea since his childhood were still holding on to her past; they'd never forgotten how Hosea had fallen in love with her while she was secretly sleeping with (and becoming pregnant by) another man. And they certainly hadn't forgiven her for tricking Hosea into believing he was the father of her unborn child.

What was their problem? If God had forgiven her, and Hosea had forgiven her, and Reverend Bush had forgiven her, who were these people to treat her as if she was some kind of sinner?

The sound of her husband's voice brought Jasmine back. "So tell me, what happened?"

Brother Hill started shaking his head before he even began to speak. "We walked out to the parking lot — we'd been at the church late reviewing the fiscal report and he was still working on his sermon for tomorrow. But when I got to my car, I realized I'd left my keys. I went back inside, and that's when I heard the gunshots. By the time I got back to Samuel — " He stopped. "The doctors gave us this room so that we could have privacy."

When they stepped inside, Mrs. Whittingham, Reverend Bush's assistant and one of Brother Hill's bandits, stood and hugged Hosea. The woman hesitated, then gave Jasmine a loose embrace. Turning back to Hosea, Mrs. Whittingham asked, "How you holding up, baby?"

Hosea's eyes blinked rapidly. "This doesn't make any sense. Why would anyone shoot Pops?"

Mrs. Whittingham said, "Detective Foxx was one of the first policemen there," she said, referring to one of the City of Lights members. "He thinks Samuel got caught in the middle of some gang fire."

"How bad is he?" Jasmine asked.

Brother Hill shrugged. "The doctors haven't told us anything. We've been waiting for — here's one of the doctors now."

Jasmine's eyebrows rose slightly as the African American woman clothed in surgical scrubs approached.

Brother Hill made the introductions. "Doctor McCollors, this is Reverend Bush's son, Hosea."

Shaking hands, Hosea asked the doctor, "How's my father?"

"Well, he was shot twice — once in his shoulder. But it's the shot that he took to his head that's the serious problem."

"Oh, my God!" Jasmine whispered the words that were spoken by all of them.

The doctor continued, "It's caused a lot of swelling and bleeding. We're going in to remove some of the pressure."

"I want to see him," Hosea demanded.

"We're taking him into surgery now. It'll be a couple of hours."

"Doctor McCollors?" A policeman, standing outside the room, motioned to the doctor.

"Excuse me," she said, before leaving the foursome standing in stunned silence.

Seconds later, the quiet was broken by, "Hosea!"

The high-pitched woman's voice made Jasmine frown before she swiveled around. She watched Pastor Wyatt, the associate pastor at City of Lights enter the room with a slight woman. The mousy-looking female, whose hair was upturned in a sixties-style flip, handed the tray of drinks she held to the pastor before she rushed to Hosea and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I'm so sorry," the woman squeaked over and over . "Ivy!" Hosea pulled back and, for the first time since they'd received the call, he smiled a little. "What're you doing here?"

"I'm visiting Sarai," she said, turning to Mrs. Whittingham. "I hadn't been home in a while and decided to take a sabbatical this semester. I'm so sorry about your dad, but I'm glad that I'm here so that I can help take care of you."

Jasmine cleared her throat and crossed her arms.

"Oh, Ivy, you haven't had a chance to meet my wife. This is Jasmine."

The woman smiled, revealing teeth that were far too big for her mouth.

"Jasmine, this is Ivy, Mrs. Whittingham's sister. Ivy and I grew up together."

"It's so nice to meet you finally," Ivy said, reaching for Jasmine's hand. "Sarai told me all about you."

With a quick glance over her shoulder, Jasmine looked at Mrs. Whittingham. If she'd been talking about her, surely nothing good had been said.

Turning back to Ivy, Jasmine said, "I didn't know Mrs. Whittingham had any family." She kept to herself the thoughts being hatched about the woman. "You're her...sister?" That was hard to believe — Mrs. Whittingham looked like she was twenty, maybe even thirty years older than Ivy.

Ivy gave a light chuckle. "People always say that, but she is my sister." Then she faced Hosea. "Any news about your dad?"

Pastor Wyatt tapped Jasmine's shoulder. "Would you like one of these?" he whispered, holding the coffee tray in the air.

"No, thank you."

She tried to turn back to Hosea, but Pastor Wyatt held her arm. "You sure?" His voice was still low, like he didn't want anyone else to hear. "It's going to be a long night."

Jasmine looked down to where he gripped her arm, then slowly inched her glance back to his face. "I said" — she wiggled away from him — "no, thank you."

He chuckled as he strutted away, taking the tray to Mrs. Whittingham and Brother Hill.

Jasmine frowned, wondering again about the pastor. It was never what Pastor Wyatt said, it was his flirtatious tone — he talked as if neither he nor she were married.

"So are you sure you don't want to share some of this java with me?" The pastor was back; he raised the coffee cup to his mouth and grazed the edge of it with his tongue.

Jasmine hated herself when she sighed, but how was she supposed to help it? The man was six feet four inches of pure sex, dangerously tempting with his Terrence Howard looks, his Barry White voice, and his legs that she could imagine...

She snapped out of it, hissed, "How many times do I have to tell you I don't want any of your coffee?"

He squinted and shrugged as if he had no idea what had brought on her attitude.

"Darlin'," Hosea called to her, "do you want to sit down?"

Jasmine took her husband's hand, then sat next to him. On the other side, Ivy planted herself in the chair and chatted away as if Hosea was interested in all the details of her life.

Across from them, Mrs. Whittingham and Brother Hill were in a whispered conversation. And there was Pastor Wyatt — right across from her. When he grinned, the deep dimple in his left cheek winked at her.

Twisting so that he was not in her direct view, Jasmine leaned her head on Hosea's shoulder and closed her eyes.

Like Pastor Wyatt had said, this was going to be a long night.

Copyright © 2009 by Victoria Christopher Murray

Meet the Author

Victoria Christopher Murray is the bestselling author of five novels, including Too Little, Too Late and A Sin and a Shame. She lives in Los Angeles and Washington, D.C.

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Lady Jasmine 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
mandersj More than 1 year ago
It's hard to categorize "Lady Jasmine." I thought maybe it was a religious book, being that Jasmine Bush is the wife of Pastor Hosea Bush, whose father is Reverend Bush. Then I thought it might be romance when the semi-graphic sex scenes started rolling in. Rather than classify the genre, I'll just appreciate it for what it is. Jasmine is torn when her father-in-law is gunned down in the City of Lights parking lot one night. Reverend Bush ends up in a coma with an undetermined amount of damage to his brain. This means the Reverend's son, Jasmine's husband Hosea, will take over as Senior Pastor of one of the biggest churches in the area. Which means, Jasmine will become First Lady, a spotlight role Jasmine has always aspired to, although not necessarily if it meant her father-in-law paid the price. The only problem is that Jasmine has quite a past. One that includes tricking her husband into thinking he's the father of Jasmine's daughter, sleeping with married men, stripping and prostitution. In a previous novel, Jasmine thought she had told Hosea all her secrets, however in this installment, a blackmailer turns up threatening to compromise Jasmine's First Lady status with some forgotten sins of her past. I cannot understand how Jasmine and Hosea ended up together, and maybe that's because I missed the previous novel. Jasmine is a manipulative, greedy, slutty woman who doesn't seem to want to spend any time with her young daughter, and would in fact rather dig up dirt on the other members of their church just in case one of them is her blackmailer. It was gratifying to eventually learn exactly how mortifying Jasmine's past sins were, since in the beginning we were only doled out the information that she was worried about Hosea finding out she was a stripper. In fact she did much worse things than that. The story seems pretty contrived, however, and it felt like the author started making things up as she went along, never revising earlier parts of the story that pertained to the outcome. By the way the book ends I'm betting the author wants us to like Jasmine, however she does not paint Jasmine as a very likeable person no matter how much Christian faith she proclaims to have.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing! The prlouge really hooks me! I am excited to read the fist chapter!
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This brings out fun and interesting features the author as done it again
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Forgiveness at its best!
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Shay Hobbs More than 1 year ago
Victoria Chistopher Murray nevee stops. she keeps you wanting more
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OOSABookClub More than 1 year ago
Jasmine is back and still married to her husband, Hosea, with her daughter, Jacquie. Of course, the only difference is that she is the First Lady of City of Lights at Riverside Church and Hosea is now Reverend Hosea Bush. Readers many have thought that Jasmine did change and was ready to put her devious past behind her and move forward. But then there is always that thing called...karma. With her back against the wall, will she reveal all the lies and drama to Hosea about her past? Will Hosea stay this time? "Lady Jasmine" by Victoria Christopher Murray is an absolutely fantastic read for everyone! I did not realize I was reading a Christian novel because it contained so much drama that made it impossible to put the book down. This novel really made a detour down "Drama Street!" I enjoyed every page. Victoria, you have done it again! Job well done. I recommend "Lady Jasmine" to others as a "wake up" call. I will continue to look for more of Victoria Christopher Murray's books in the future. Reviewed by: Tekisha
jasmbea More than 1 year ago
quick read, great for a rainy day!
BABBookClub More than 1 year ago
Lady Jasmine is my introductory read into the writings of Victoria Christopher Murray. Boy, what a way to start! This is one book I could not put down. The story just got better and better. And who does not know on sight the antics of "church folks" and the plots they can cook up. A bit of backstabbing, a little gossiping add a blackmailing and the game is on for Mrs. Bush. Lady Jasmine's higher purpose through all of the twists and turns in her life is to hold her family together. Her methods are only clear and reasonable to her. You have to wonder if the costs of the results she desire is to high. This was a truly fabulous read. I strongly recommend that you add this book to your library. I know you will enjoy it as much as I have. Review: 4.5 Beignets Reviewed by: Melinda Books and Beignets (BAB) Book Club
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Jenniece More than 1 year ago
I wasn't sure how Victoria was going to pull off one more book surrounding Jasmine, but she did and she did a great job. The book opened up the possibility of a series for two other characters and I hope that is the direction she goes. A very good book but I expect nothing less from Ms. Christopher-Murray.
harstan More than 1 year ago
A plotter all her life in order to gain positions of wealth and respect, Jasmine Larson Bush knows she is fortunate that her beloved spouse Reverend Hosea Bush forgave her lies and plots. A lesser man would have kicked her to the curb for her Jezebel transgressions (see TOO LITTLE TO LATE and TEMPTATION. She has vowed to God (and her husband) to always tell the truth and to stop her Machiavellian machinations and tells both her lies in a massive confession. When his father is shot in an accident, Hosea is named temporary pastor of the City of Lights Riverside Church though he has doubts and so does several selection board members. Jasmine relishes the glory and respect she and their daughter will receive as the wife and child of the pastor. However, the one transgression that she hid from her beloved Hosea surfaces when a blackmailer demands money. Jasmine used to fighting the opposition goes after the blackmailer with plans to counter blackmail by threatening double exposure and those board members who loudly objected to her husband as the interim pastor. As she charges into the frays she wonders if God and Hosea will forgive her this time. LADY JASMINE is a terrific inspirational contemporary tale that is filled with church intrigue, a light mystery, humor and pathos. Fans will appreciate LADY JASMINE as she falls back into her scheming ways though her cause is not quite as ugly as in the past, her method is as she considers the end justifies the means but also learns once again how merciful the Lord is towards those who trip up. Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book! I love to read about all of Jasmine's antics! This is a great book for the summer and I promise you will not be able to put this book down. Victoria Christopher Murray nevers disappoints her readers! I have read all of her books and they are all great page turners!! This book was worth every single dime! You will laugh out loud and scream out in anger, but mostly you will not want this book to end!