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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Black Rose

A Jove Book / published by arrangement with the author

All rights reserved.

Copyright 2005 by Nora Roberts

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Electronic edition: June, 2005

Contents
P ROLOGUE

Memphis, Tennessee
December 1892

S HE DRESSED CAREFULLY , attending to the details of her appearance as she hadnt done for months. Her personal maid had run off weeks before, and she had neither the wit nor the will to hire another. So she spent an hour with the curling rods herselfas she had in the years before shed been kept so lavishlymeticulously coiling and arranging her freshly rinsed hair.

It had lost its bright gold luster over the long, bleary autumn, but she knew what lotions and potions would bring back its shine, what pots of paint to select to put false color in her cheeks, on her lips.

She knew all the tricks of the trade. How else could she have caught the eye of a man like Reginald Harper? How else had she seduced him into making her his mistress?

She would use them again, all of them, Amelia thought, to seduce him once more, and to urge him to do everything that must be done.

He hadnt come, in all this time, in all these months, he hadnt come to her. So shed been forced to send notes to his businesses, begging him to come, only to be ignored.

Ignored after all she had done, all she had been, all she had lost.

What choice had she had but to send more notes, and to his home? To the grand Harper House where his pale wife reigned. Where a mistress could never walk.

Hadnt she given him all he could ask, all he could want? Shed traded her body for the comfort of this house, the convenience of servants, for the baubles, like the pearl drops she fixed on her ears now.

Small prices to pay for a man of his stature and wealth, and such had been the limits of her ambitions once. A man only, and what he could give her. But hed given her more than either of them had bargained for. The loss of it was more than she could bear.

Why had he not come to comfort her? To grieve with her?

Had she complained, ever? Had she ever turned him from her bed? Or mentioned even once the other women he kept?

She had given him her youth, and her beauty. And, it seemed, her health.

And he would desert her now? Turn away from her now?

They said the baby had been dead at birth. Stillborn, they said. A stillborn girl child that had perished inside her.

But... but...

Hadnt she felt it move? Felt it kick, and grow vital under her heart? In her heart. This child she hadnt wanted who had become her world. Her life. The son she grew inside her.

The son, the son, she thought now as her fingers plucked at the buttons of her gown, as her painted lips formed the words over and over.

Shed heard him cry. Yes, yes, she was sure of it. Sometimes she heard him cry still, in the night, crying for her to come and soothe him.

But when she went to the nursery, looked in the crib, it was empty. Like her womb was empty.

They said she was mad. Oh, she heard what servants she had left whispering, she saw the way they looked at her. But she wasnt mad.

Wasnt mad, wasnt mad, she told herself as she paced the bedroom shed once treated like a palace of sensuality.

Now the linens were rarely changed, and the drapes always drawn tight to block out the city. And things went missing. Her servants were thieves. Oh, she knew they were thieves and scoundrels. And spies.

They watched her, and they whispered.

One night they would kill her in her bed. One night.

She couldnt sleep for the fear of it. Couldnt sleep for the cries of her son inside her head. Calling her. Calling her.

But shed gone to the voodoo queen, she reminded herself. Gone to her for protection, and knowledge. Shed paid for both with the ruby bracelet Reginald had once given her. The stones shaped like bloody hearts against the icy glitter of diamonds.

Shed paid for the gris-gris she kept under her pillow, and in a silk bag over her heart. Shed paid, and dearly, for the raising spell. A spell that had failed.

Because her child lived. This was the knowledge the voodoo queen had given her, and it was worth more than ten thousand rubies.

Her child lived, he lived, and now he must be found. He must be brought back to her, where he belonged.

Reginald must find him, must pay whatever needed to be paid.

Careful, careful, she warned herself as she felt the scream beating at her throat. He would only believe her if she remained calm. He would only heed her if she were beautiful.

Beauty seduced men. With beauty and charm, a woman could have whatever she wanted.

She turned to the mirror and saw what she needed to see. Beauty, charm, grace. She didnt see that the red gown sagged at the breasts, bagged at the hips, and turned her pale skin a sallow yellow. The mirror reflected the tumbling tangle of curls, the overbright eyes, and the harshly rouged cheeks, but her eyes, Amelias eyes, saw what she had once been.

Young and beautiful, desirable and sly.

So she went downstairs to wait for her lover, and under her breath, she sang.

Lavenders blue, dilly, dilly. Lavenders green.

In the parlor a fire was burning, and the gaslight was lit. So the servants would be careful, too, she thought with a tight smile. They knew the master was expected, and the master held the purse strings.

No matter, she would tell Reginald they needed to go, all of them, and be replaced.

And she wanted a nursemaid hired for her son, for James, when he was returned to her. An Irish girl, she thought. They were cheerful around babies, she believed. She wanted a cheerful nursery for her James.

Though she eyed the whiskey on the sideboard, she poured a small glass of wine instead. And settled down to wait.

Her nerves began to fray as the hour grew late. She had a second glass of wine, then a third. And when she saw through the window his carriage pull up, she forgot to be careful and calm and flew to the door herself.

Reginald. Reginald. Her grief and despair sprang out of her like snakes, hissing and coiling. She threw herself at him.

Control yourself, Amelia. His hands closed over her bony shoulders, nudged her back. What will the neighbors say?

He shut the door quickly, then with one steely look had a hovering servant rushing forward to take his hat and walking stick.

I dont care! Oh, why havent you come sooner? Ive needed you so. Did you get my letters? The servants, the servants lie. They didnt post them. Im a prisoner here.

Dont be ridiculous. A momentary disgust flickered over his face as he evaded her next attempt at an embrace. We agreed youd never attempt to contact me at my home, Amelia.

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