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Floretta Coleman-Mercer is young, Colored, and gifted. The nineteen-year-old graduate of Madame C.J. Walker’s Lelia College of Beauty Culture is now in pursuit of a business degree from Oberlin College. Her long-held dreams of traveling the world are within reach until one telephone call shatters everything. Her mother, Iva Rae Coleman, is dead.
Devastated, Floretta returns to the small, all-Black town founded by her enslaved ancestors to lay her mother to rest only to have her dreams snatched away by family obligation. Her younger brothers need her. So does her thrice-widowed great Aunt Sis, now homeless courtesy of a fire caused by Floretta’s forgetful grandfather.
Choosing family over her immediate future, Floretta makes peace with her decision only to be caught in the vortex of her parents’ unorthodox relationship. Add to that head-spinning, the magnetic chemistry shared with horse rancher and Seminole Indian, Packer Sims. Join Floretta’s journey to claim and create a life that’s forever beautiful and fully hers.
Excerpt from Forever Beautiful by Suzette D. Harrison
“Floretta Eve, one day when the world is safe for young Colored women to travel loosey goosey and fancy free you can.” Granddad patted my arm in an involuntary fashion. “Until then remember this town was created as a refuge and haven.” He patted me again. “There’s no need for us to live as vagabonds. We have Colemanville. And you’re a descendant of Profit.”
As Daddy escorted them out I closed my eyes and counted to ten to keep from screaming.
Men will not control me!
Not Granddad. Not Daddy.
Everett Mercer might be The King of Colemanville, but he ain’t the king of me.
My referring to my father by a title others sometimes used occurred only when I was frustrated with him, which seemed to be increasing lately. His owning prime acreage and being the note holder on business loans for many in our community had earned him that moniker. But inwardly I knew he wasn’t a despot who paraded himself like a white god.
Still, I was vexed, and determined to find a way out of this mess. But right then I was beyond exhausted and wanted nothing but to crawl into bed and sleep away the nightmare of my mother’s death.
I stood intent on heading to my room after checking to make sure my brothers were still sleeping as peacefully as possible.
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