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The Forbidden Heart
The Forbidden Heart
The Forbidden Heart
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The Forbidden Heart

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The Forbidden series continues in this thrilling e-novella, as Emmie must reinvent herself in Paris after her older sister, a high-priced escort, suddenly disappears.

Emmie risked everything to track down her long-lost older sister, only to be left behind in Paris after Roxy finds love and escapes from her life as a high-class escort. Now in the care of her uncle, Emmie is wise beyond her years but adrift without her sister. When she meets a charming and seductive young French man, she must remember all of Roxy’s lessons on love and sex to make sure she doesn’t go too far too soon…
LanguageEnglish
PublisherPocket Star
Release dateAug 12, 2013
ISBN9781476755854
The Forbidden Heart
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V.C. Andrews

One of the most popular authors of all time, V.C. Andrews has been a bestselling phenomenon since the publication of Flowers in the Attic, first in the renowned Dollanganger family series, which includes Petals on the Wind, If There Be Thorns, Seeds of Yesterday, and Garden of Shadows. The family saga continues with Christopher’s Diary: Secrets of Foxworth, Christopher’s Diary: Echoes of Dollanganger, and Secret Brother, as well as Beneath the Attic, Out of the Attic, and Shadows of Foxworth as part of the fortieth anniversary celebration. There are more than ninety V.C. Andrews novels, which have sold over 107 million copies worldwide and have been translated into more than twenty-five foreign languages. Andrews’s life story is told in The Woman Beyond the Attic. Join the conversation about the world of V.C. Andrews at Facebook.com/OfficialVCAndrews.

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    I don’t want to sum up my time in Paris in a sentence, a paragraph, a page, or even a book. It’s impossible to reduce any of it. Every delicious detail will remain in my memory for as long as I can remember anything about that time in my life when the whole world seemed to go inside out and back, leaving me older, wiser, and less vulnerable.

    We all have a natural resistance to growing up. We are reluctant about surrendering our childhood faiths, the comfort of make-believe, and, most of all, the irresponsibility that comes from knowing that there are always adults loving and caring for us. It’s their job to protect us while we take foolish risks, ignore rules, and challenge fate.

    When you think about it, what adult wouldn’t trade everything he or she had for an opportunity to be that lackadaisical youth who never thought about illness and age more than momentarily, that youth who lived for birthday parties and sweets, fun-park rides and scary movies, screaming happily at the top of her voice and then curling up at night in her soft, scented bed, vaguely recognizing that her mother was wiping errant strands from her forehead, kissing her cheeks, and wishing her sweet dreams?

    Take me back. Dazzle me with magic, and tell me that all that has happened to me and my family was someone else’s nightmare. Come, sunshine. Bring me a new and wonderful day.

    No, Emmie, the haunting voice in the darkness replied. That can’t be. That will never be.

    I awoke instead to another day in Paris, where I now lived with my uncle Alain and his partner, Maurice, a well-known chef in a famous Saint-Germain restaurant. My sister had brought me here on what was supposedly her holiday but was really a well-thought-out plan for me and for herself. Someone she had loved was now able to consummate their affair, and, more important, she was able to escape her life as a high-priced New York escort. She had practically sold herself into indentured servitude after our father had thrown her out of our home and family. I was too young at the time to remember the details, but I had gotten to know her, and she had taken me in after our parents had both died.

    For a while after Roxy had left me, I thought I wasn’t going to be able to do this, start a new life living with my uncle in France. I feared I would disappoint everyone, but my uncle and his partner opened themselves to me with such warmth and love it wasn’t possible to fail. Fate had insisted I grow up faster than most girls my age, and certainly most boys. Despite how much Uncle Alain and Maurice did for me, however, I still had to find a deeper and stronger sense of independence. One of my father’s favorite expressions haunted me: You either sink or swim in this world. I had visions of his father, General Wilcox, tossing him into the pool when he was just three and watching him struggle to keep afloat, his mother on the sidelines screaming, his father holding her back and then, finally satisfied with my father’s desperate effort, permitting her to scoop him up and into her arms.

    I couldn’t help but feel I had been tossed into raging waters when my parents died and my sister, after the renewal of our relationship and the close bond we had formed, left me behind to keep me from being part of the escape to her own happiness that she had to achieve. Of course, I was grateful I had my uncle and his partner there to scoop me up and embrace me, but that didn’t stop the tears and the fear. Who could blame me for wondering what would become of me? Where did I really belong? How would I find my identity? I dreaded the nights to come, the tossing and turning I would do in the darkness, listening to the sounds from the Paris streets, the voices, the music, and the laughter, but listening mostly for Roxy’s returning footsteps, dreaming of the bedroom door being thrown open and her standing there, smiling because we could be sisters again.

    Finally, sleep came rushing in, pushing hope back into the shadows. Whether I liked it or not, I was here. This was my now. Adjust, suck back the tears, firm up your spine, find ways to smile and laugh again, I told myself. Self-pity will eat away at your very soul and leave you standing idle and empty in some corner to be ignored, invisible and forgotten.

    Before I could catch my breath and try to make some sense of it all, Maurice had me working beside him in the restaurant. One morning, he simply insisted I come along for the day. I’ll teach you how to be a sous chef, he said.

    From the look on Uncle Alain’s face, I could see that he and Maurice had discussed it, probably struggling to find ways to amuse me until I started at the American School of Paris. Uncle Alain had already taken me to see the campus and go through the admissions procedures. I would go by Metro every morning. It was a very pretty campus. I was excited about it. For me, it was like starting college.

    Work with you in the kitchen?

    "Pourquoi pas? Who knows? he said. Perhaps you have the instincts to become a Cordon Bleu chef someday. You must explore yourself, Emmie. You Americans are too uptight about what’s around the corner. Think c’est la vie, and move on to something else if you have to. Who cares, eh?"

    I looked at Uncle Alain. He nodded and smiled. Then he put on a fake grouchy face and said, If you can work beside this madman, you’re a better man than most.

    You’re blind, Alain. This girl will never resemble a man, good or bad, Maurice said, and they both laughed.

    "Mais oui." Uncle Alain paused and looked at me in a different way. It was as if he finally had realized I was more a grown woman than the young girl he had known in America and who had come over with her sophisticated, strong-willed sister, someone who could throw a protective bubble over me and keep me safe. Suddenly now, he was cast in a role he had never expected to play, as a father figure. Where I went, with whom I went, and what I did with my free time were of greater concern. That realization in his face was accompanied

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