The Promise (Kimani Tru Series)

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Since she broke up with the hottest basketball player in school, seventeen-year-old Courtland Murphy has been the subject of a million rumors. The fallout from her relationship with Allen Benson has made Courtland more sure than ever that waiting to have sex is the right decision. But the drama's not over, especially with her own father acting strangely and Allen out to make her life hell—with his teammates' help. All except Aidan Calhoun, the new star player who's just moved from Atlanta. Aidan supports her ...

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Since she broke up with the hottest basketball player in school, seventeen-year-old Courtland Murphy has been the subject of a million rumors. The fallout from her relationship with Allen Benson has made Courtland more sure than ever that waiting to have sex is the right decision. But the drama's not over, especially with her own father acting strangely and Allen out to make her life hell—with his teammates' help. All except Aidan Calhoun, the new star player who's just moved from Atlanta. Aidan supports her involvement in the Worth-the-Wait club and the upcoming purity ball, and despite vowing to never date another baller, Courtland's falling fast. But can she trust her feelings for someone new when the people she's closest to may not be what they seem?

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373831449
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 4/1/2010
  • Series: Kimani Tru Series
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 327,348
  • Age range: 14 - 17 Years
  • Lexile: 810L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Chandra Sparks Taylor is the author of the young adult novels Spin It Like That and The Pledge. She is also a contributor to the updated Essence bestseller Souls of My Sister anthology and has written for several publications.

She is the owner of Taylor Editorial Service, which specializes in line editing and ghostwriting manuscripts by both aspiring and established authors. Her clients have included bestselling authors E. Lynn Harris, Michael Baisden, Travis Hunter and Gloria Mallette. In addition to serving as editor for the Arabesque romance line, Taylor has also done editing for Kensington Publishing, Random House, Harlequin, Moody Publishers, Kimani Press (formerly known as BET Books) and Hyperion. She also served as an editor for Brides Noir and Weddingpages magazines; a copy editor for Good Housekeeping magazine, Newsday and The Morning Call and a reviewer for Romantic Times magazine and QBR.

Visit her on the Web or email her.

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Squeaking sneakers and the hustle and flow of the basketball players across the gymnasium floor charged me as I waved my arms, signaling I was open so my teammate could pass me the ball.

She bounced it to me, and I snatched it before focusing on the goal and sinking it in for three points. Nothing but net.

It was the final game of the summer basketball league's season, and I was giving it my all. Since deciding at the end of my junior year to give up my spot as cheer-leading cocaptain to play ball, I had thrown myself into each game. I had learned a lot over the summer, both about basketball and myself, and I was looking forward to my senior year, which was only a few weeks away.

Coach Miller called a time-out with only three minutes left in the game, and I jogged off the court, glancing up into the stands when I heard my dad yell, "Go, Courtland."

He had been at all my games along with my mom, my nine-year-old sister Cory, my best friend, Sabrina Davis, and a few members of my purity group, Worth the Wait. Knowing I had so much support had me feeling better than I had in all my seventeen years.

Coach went over our final play, then my teammates and I gathered in a huddle, pumping each other up before we went back to the court and played to win. When it was all over, we'd lost by one point, but I was grinning like we had won the NBA championship.

I guzzled down a cup of Gatorade before going to congratulate the other team. As I was heading to the locker room, one of our opponents stopped me.

"Aren't you that girl who pressed charges against Allen Benson?" she asked, squinting at me from behind a pair of sports goggles.

I groaned inwardly. It had been a couple of days since someone had last asked me about Allen, my ex-boyfriend who was rumored to be joining a pro basketball team at the end of last school year.

Allen was fine and charming. He was my first boyfriend, and I loved him. I thought he loved me, too—until I snuck out to meet him one night. Not only had he tried to force himself on me, but he had also admitted he'd started dating me so he could get me to sleep with him to win a ten-dollar bet that he'd be the one to make me lose my virginity.

He had done a lot of messed-up things while we were together—putting his hands on me, and fooling around with other girls, one of whom was also pressing charges. I'm not sure who the girl was, but it was rumored that she was from a political family.

It wasn't until after my aunt Loretta Danielle Dennis ended up in the hospital that I learned he'd been seeing her, too. She claimed she was pregnant by him, and he'd gotten so mad during their argument that he'd run over her with his car. Allen claimed it was an accident, but I saw the video my sister, Cory, had managed to shoot that night, and I believe it was intentional.

I finally decided to press charges against Allen for what he had done to me after my little sister, Cory, witnessed what he did to Aunt Dani. I felt as though I had to set a good example for Cory and not let Allen get away with what he'd tried to do to me, but I had changed my mind about a month ago. I just wanted to move on with my life.

My charges had been the least of Allen's worries. He was also being investigated by the NBA for accusations he'd accepted gifts from two coaches.

"Well, are you?" the girl repeated, using a forearm to wipe a trail of sweat from her forehead. I briefly wondered why she was sweating so much since she had been riding the bench the whole game.

A couple of her teammates gathered around waiting to hear my answer. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, Daddy rushed over and wrapped me in a bear hug.

"Good job, Courtland. I'm proud of you," he said.

He slung his arm around my shoulders and led me away from the girls, and I smiled. Mostly I was glad he had rescued me, but I also had to admit that it felt good to get a hug from my daddy and hear he was proud. It had been a while since he had done it, but it was starting to happen more often.

"You okay?" he whispered as we walked over to where Momma and Cory were waiting.

"Yes," I said. "Thanks for saving me."

Daddy and I had come a long way in the last few months—our whole family had. Daddy had finally admitted he was an alcoholic, and he was attending AA meetings every week. He was going to church with us, and he and Momma, who had never gotten married, were planning a big wedding for the Saturday of Labor Day weekend, the weekend before school started. Momma was so excited she was getting the wedding of which she had always dreamed, and so was I.

"You hungry?" Momma asked after congratulating me on a good game.

"Yep," I said before turning to my little sister. "Hey, munchkin."

"Hey," she said, frowning at my use of the nickname she now hated. "Can we go to Applebee's?"

"You're reading my mind," I said, already tasting the steak and shrimp parmesan and blondie dessert I was going to order.

"We'll walk over. I snuck out during the game and put our names on the waiting list. They'll probably be calling us soon," Momma said. "You can head over once you get dressed."

Our game was at Fair Park Arena in Birmingham, Alabama, and we'd had a nice turnout. I knew a lot of people were probably going to be headed to Applebee's, which was right across the street, so I was glad Momma had thought ahead.

"Do you want me to wait for you?" Daddy asked, looking worried as he glanced around the almost empty arena.

"I'll be fine," I said. I tried to be casual about looking around to see if the girls who had asked me about Allen were still there, but Momma busted me.

"You sure?" she asked.

"You're treating her like a baby," Cory said, and I smiled my thanks.

They all watched me head toward the locker room to make sure I got there safely, then I watched them walk over to one of Daddy's police-officer friends.

I didn't hear what Daddy was saying, but I was sure he was telling him to keep an eye on me.

I was in and out of the locker room in fifteen minutes. As I headed for the exit, a girl waddling past caught my attention.

"Emily?" I said.

Emily Arrington was a cheerleader for our rivals, the Baldwin Eagles. She had also come to a few Worth the Wait meetings, but that had been months ago. She was a white girl, but she had plenty of booty, and she didn't mind shaking it.

My eyes widened when she turned around. I was pretty sure that wasn't a basketball she was sporting under her shirt.

"Hey, Courtland," she said, sounding tired. She rubbed her stomach, and I found myself feeling sorry for her.

"How are you?" I asked. I thought about saying congratulations, but I wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say to an unwed mother. I glanced at her ring finger to make sure she hadn't gotten married since the last time I saw her, but it was bare, and it looked like there had never been a ring on it.

"Sick all the time," she said. "Every time I turn around I'm throwing up."

I nodded sympathetically. "When are you due?" I asked.

"October 25," she said.

I calculated and realized she was about six months pregnant, which meant she'd been pregnant at the last Worth the Wait meeting she'd attended. She had been talking all this craziness about having a baby before she got married so she'd be able to hold on to the guy forever. I guess she had gotten her wish.

I adjusted my gym bag, trying to think of something else to say.

"How are things with Worth the Wait?" she asked.

"Good." I filled her in on the purity conference, which would end with a ball we were planning for the spring. Fathers and daughters were both going to take an oath, promising to be pure in thought and deed. Our Worth the Wait adviser, Andrea Mitchell, had read about the ball online, and most of our members loved the idea. It would give us a chance to dress up and have some fun.

After I was elected president of our chapter, I had come up with the idea to do an entire conference, hoping we would get some new members.

A cell phone rang, and Emily and I each glanced at ours, which meant we both had Beyoncé's latest hit as our ring tone.

A big smile broke across Emily's face, and she snapped open her phone.

"Hey, baby," she said, sounding like a contented cat. She talked for a few minutes, and I figured it was the perfect chance for me to get away and meet up with my family. I had just put one foot out the door when Emily's words stopped me. "I'll see you later tonight. I love you, Allen."

I couldn't even enjoy my steak and shrimp parmesan at Applebee's because I was so busy thinking about Allen and Emily.

There were a million questions racing through my mind. Was Emily really talking to Allen—my Allen? That raised the question of whether he ever really was mine.

If she was talking to Allen Benson, was she carrying his baby? I thought back to what had happened last school year. It was rumored a girl who had accused Allen of rape was pregnant. Was Emily that girl? If so, why would she start seeing him?

I finally decided to get a to-go box for my food.

"You okay?" Momma asked, looking at me strangely when I turned down dessert.

I nodded and took a sip of my watery soda.

"I didn't get a chance to tell you that someone from the Harbert Center called and said there was a cancellation, so we have it for the reception." Momma looked as though she was about to bounce out of her seat in the booth, she was so excited.

"That's great, Momma," I said, mustering a smile.

She pulled a notebook from her purse and jotted something down. "I'm glad the summer basketball season is over. I'm going to need your help. We only have about a month left before the wedding, and we still haven't picked out your dress."

"We can go tomorrow," I said without really thinking. Cory stopped playing with her Game Boy long enough to kick me under the table. I had promised her I would hang out with her the next day. I had been so busy with practices and games all summer that I really hadn't spent much time with my little sister, which I had been trying to do more of.

I looked at her, silently telling her I was sorry.

"We can make it a girls-only day," Momma said then turned to look at Daddy. "You have to work tomorrow, right, Corwin?"

"Yes," Daddy said, his gaze never leaving ESPN, which was playing on the television in the bar.

"We can be at David's Bridal when it opens," Momma said.

I groaned to myself. That meant that I wouldn't be sleeping late, and since Momma was in total wedding mode, we probably wouldn't get home until late the next evening. So much for a relaxing Saturday.

I didn't sleep well that night, thinking about Allen and Emily. As much as I tried to tell myself not to be bothered by it, I was. I knew he had been cheating on me, but I was still finding it hard to believe he was doing it with people right under my nose. Emily was bad enough, but my aunt Dani was worse. She had told Allen she was pregnant, too, but it turned out she was lying.

I found myself thinking back on all the time Allen and I had spent together. I mean, we were always together, but for him it had all been a joke. I couldn't believe he had been faking his feelings for me, all for a lousy ten dollars.

I woke up the next morning in a bad mood, and the last thing I wanted to do was spend the day looking at bridesmaids' dresses and talking about weddings. I threw on some jeans, a Worth the Wait T-shirt and my Air Force Ones and headed down for breakfast. Momma was in a really good mood and had cooked all Daddy's favorites: sausages, home fries, cheese eggs and pancakes. I helped myself to a little of everything, making a mental note I needed to start cutting back since the basketball season was over. I was planning to try out for the school basketball team, but until then, I really wasn't going to be exercising as much since I had quit the cheerleading squad. The last thing I wanted to do was put back on the twenty pounds I had taken off the summer before freshman year.

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First Chapter

Chapter One
The Big Island of Hawaii
Early December 1885
Chapter One
I have something so exciting to tell you two!” declared Edith Preston as she, Jana, and Akela left school one afternoon the first week in December. “I’ve been dying to tell you.”
“What is it, Kiki?” Jana asked, using her friend’s Hawaiian name. “Do tell. I love secrets.”
“Well, it’s not exactly a secret, but I had to wait until everything was arranged. Bayard is bringing home some friends for the Christmas holidays. Papa says I am to invite you both to come stay over New Year’s. It will be a real house party, the kind Papa and Mama used to have in the old days. Papa says he wants to have the house filled with young people, music. There will be a ball and a rodeo. It will be ever so fun.”
Jana looked at Edith. Even in her school uniform of shirtwaist and khaki skirt, she was strikingly beautiful. The combination of golden hair, tawny skin, and dark-brown eyes revealed her mixed heritage. Her mother had been a Hawaiian princess, and her father was the owner of the largest ranch on the island.
“So you will come, won’t you?” Edith demanded. She halted, her hands on her slim hips, facing her friends.
“I don’t know,” Jana replied uncertainly. She wasn’t at all sure if her parents would allow her to attend such a house party. It might sound too sophisticated.
Bayard Preston, Edith’s half brother, was a student at Yale on the mainland. His classmates, the guests he was bringing home, would all be his age, sophisticated college men. Details of Colonel Preston’slavish parties, which were attended by wealthy friends from Honolulu and as far away as San Francisco, fed the gossip mills of Waimea. The Prestons moved in a social world unknown to the conservative Rutherfords.
Although her parents had never done anything to discourage the girls’ friendship, Jana’s father, Wesley, was the exact opposite of the flamboyant Colonel Preston. She knew that her father disapproved of some of Colonel Preston’s projects. His buying up of land and developing it the way he did was one example. Her father often expressed his concern that the very things that seemed to expand the economy also destroyed some of the old ways, the customs of the Hawaiian people. He believed that as more people went to work at the Preston Ranch and other such enterprises, fewer maintained their own small farms and businesses and remained independent.
Her mother’s objections would be more personal. She regularly cautioned Jana not to be too impressed by what was taken for granted at the ranch. “Money can’t buy happiness, you know.” That statement totally bewildered young Jana. Edith, Bayard, and Colonel Preston seemed perfectly happy to her.
These thoughts passed quickly through Jana’s mind. Edith looked indignant at her hesitation. She stared at Jana wide-eyed. “Of course you’re coming! It’s going to be marvelous. Why ever wouldn’t you come?”
“I’ll have to ask,” Jana hedged.
By this time, they’d reached the hitching post where Edith, who usually rode to school, tethered her horse, Malakini. As Edith swung herself easily up into the saddle and picked up the reins, she said confidently, “Don’t worry. Papa will come and speak to your folks. He can persuade anyone to do anything.”
Jana and Akela exchanged a knowing look. Both the other girls were used to their friend’s self-assured manner. Rarely did Edith Preston fail to get what she wanted. And no wonder. She had everything: money, position, beauty. Edith rode off, and as they continued walking, Jana asked, “Will you go?”
Akela shook her head. “I don’t think so. Our whole family will be celebrating Christmas together in Kona.”
Of course, that was to be expected. Immediately the word ohana came into Jana’s mind. Ohana, the Hawaiian word that symbolized family. A beautiful word, a beautiful reality, which the Kipolas reverenced. But it meant much more. It meant an unbroken circle of relationship that extended beyond the immediate family and included many others. Ohana meant a bond of love that surrounded, protected, the individual so that no one ever needed to feel alone. Jana envied that closeness she’d glimpsed within the ohana. Her own father was an orphan, and her mother’s family lived far away in the southern part of the United States.
“But couldn’t you even come for a few days?” Jana persisted. “Over New Year’s, like Kiki said?”
“Well” Akela blushed slightly as she said, “Pelo’s family will be there, too.”
At the mention of Pelo Kimura, Jana gave her a sharp glance. Were Akela’s feelings for Pelo more than friendship? They had known each other from childhood, been playmates. Just as she and Kimo, Akela’s cousin, were.
They had reached the fork of the road where they turned to go to Akela’s grandmother’s house. No more was said about the Prestons’ house party as they started up the winding hill that led to the home. It stood high on a windswept cliff, overlooking a stretch of white-sand beach and a crescent of blue ocean. Through an arched gate, they passed into a garden lush with color purple, orange, yellow, pink and fragrant with the mingled scents of hibiscus, gardenias, and plumeria.
They sat down on the porch steps to take off their high-topped boots, as it was Hawaiian custom to remove one’s shoes before entering a home.
Unlacing her shoestrings, Jana asked, “What do you want to do when we finish school, Akela?”
Akela looked startled. “Do? I don’t know. I haven’t thought.”
“I want to be an artist.”
“You’re very good. Your paintings of flowers and all.”
“I want to do more than just pretty pictures. I mean really paint. My parents want me to go to teachers college in California. They want me to start sending out applications.” Jana made a face. “Ugh! I don’t want to teach! All I really want to do is stay right here and have my own little studio where I can see the sky and the sea, and paint!”
Akela smiled. “That sounds nice.”
“So when we are finished with school,” Jana persisted, “deep down, what do you want to do?”
Akela’s expression became dreamy. “I suppose something like you stay on the island, be happy.”
Just then they heard Akela’s grandmother’s voice calling, “Is that you, girls? Come in, I’ve poured some guava juice, and there are fresh cookies.”
“Coming, Tutu!” Akela called back.
“It sounds like a sad quilt, a sad memory to keep,” Tutu said mildly.
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  • Posted January 11, 2011

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    A Good Read for Teens

    Courtland Murray is learning to love herself after the bad experiences she had with her ex-boyfriend, Allen Benson. She's looking forward to college but first she has to get through her senior year and Allen and his friends aren't making it easy. The new guy, Aiden Calhoun, has got her back and he also has feelings for her. But Courtland is afraid to love another guy after her last relationship. Aiden shares her beliefs when it comes to waiting until marriage to have sex and he seems to be a better guy than Allen, but can Courtland really trust him or will becoming involved with this fine guy bring more heartache? I'm always keeping an eye out for the next Kimani Tru book. This beautiful cover really got my attention and when I read the words `Worth-the-Wait Club' and `purity ball' in the book's summary I knew this was a story I'd be interested in. I didn't realize The Promise was a sequel until after I purchased it. The author did include a lot of information from the first book and that was helpful because even though I haven't read The Pledge, now I have a pretty good idea what happened in the story. I liked Courtland, but I wasn't happy with her when she disobeyed her parents. I liked Aiden and it was very nice to see a teenage guy who was a virgin and wasn't ashamed to admit it because he knew there was nothing shameful about virginity. Bree had to deal with one difficult situation after the next, poor girl. Nathanial made a decision that was honorable but it was a choice this young man was nowhere near ready to make. And Allen Benson -oh my goodness, I don't know what to say about him. There are only sixteen chapters in this book and they are long chapters - some over twenty pages. A story with thirty some short chapters vs. a story with sixteen long chapters - I'd choose the former any day, but that's just me; books that don't have lengthy chapters seem to move along better. I expected The Promise to focus mainly on Courtland, but her family also plays a big part. For a while there it seemed the story was more about her "Momma and Daddy". They were good people and I think it's always good that parents have a voice in young adult novels, but I was looking forward to reading mostly about Courtland. I wanted to know how she was dealing with abstinence on a daily basis, expecting to see how she resisted temptation when she had feelings for a guy. She was President of the Worth the Wait club, a purity group, and that was great, but club meetings and organizing the purity ball was all I could really see of her commitment. There were parts where I would have liked there to have been more showing and less telling. When Andrea prayed during the morning church service, it would have been nice to hear her words, so I could have been moved the way Courtland said she was. And when Bree experienced all she did, I would have liked to have heard her voice more. That poor girl went through a lot and was even hysterical at one point, but I wasn't really able to feel her pain. More dialogue would have helped me to get a better visual. Despite my personal preferences, this was a good read. The importance of self-love is stressed, along with the importance of education - particularly higher education- and the importance of family (blood relatives or not) and forgiveness.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2012

    Lov it

    It is a good book

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    You all should read this in this neefs a part 2!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2013

    Love it

    Courtlin better keep a promise....Dont have sex till your ready!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2013


    I've read the pledge and this book is even better!

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    Posted January 27, 2013

    I never actually read the book, but i read a sample and it was a

    I never actually read the book, but i read a sample and it was amazing!!

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  • Posted December 29, 2012

    the ending was messed up!

    the ending was messed up!

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