Too Little, Too Late by Victoria Christopher Murray

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Jasmine Larson Bush returns to her devious ways in this tale of two marriages — each threatened by lies and betrayal.

She took marriage vows to be honest and true, but Jasmine's still hiding secrets to keep her husband, Minister Hosea Bush, by her side. When Hosea's ex-fiancée, Natasia, suddenly appears in New York, Jasmine knows it's not a coincidence. A former manstealer herself, Jasmine is very aware of Natasia's motives — even if Hosea is not.

Complicating Jasmine's life is the secret she's kept from her baby's daddy. Luckily for her, Brian Lewis has problems of his own. His wife, Alexis, is convinced he's cheating on her — but Brian's real betrayal is much worse. Revealing the truth to his wife could lead him back to the biggest mistake of his life...Jasmine.

Two marriages are in desperate jeopardy. Will Jasmine be able to scheme to save her own? Or will she have to choose between protecting her past and compromising her future? Even if Jasmine and Brian find the courage to stop the lies, it may be too little, too late....

Publishers Weekly

Juicy Jasmine Larson Bush returns from Murray's Temptation and A Sin and A Shame a reformed homewrecker. The Manhattan wife and mom has gained a few pounds, and worries about secrets she's been keeping from her husband, Minister Hosea Bush. He already knows her daughter Jacquie is another man's baby, but he doesn't know Jasmine's real age, or about her first marriage. After they renew their wedding vows Hosea heads to Jasmine's former stomping ground, L.A., to take his TV show, Bring It On, on location. After learning Hosea's ex-fiancée, an NBC producer, is coming, too, Jasmine goes along, putting her L.A.-based secrets at risk of accidental discovery. Revelations are forthcoming for all, including Jacquie's unaware birth father, Dr. Brian Lewis. Murray efficiently illustrates the importance of honesty and trust in marriage, and manages to contain Jasmine's outrageousness within the context of Christian faith.
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Reading Group Guide

1. In A Sin and a Shame, Jasmine reached a major turning point in her life when she told Hosea the truth about her affair with Brian -- a point she refers to as the distinction between the Old Jasmine and New Jasmine. In Too Little, Too Late, how does Jasmine's "inner Jezebel" threaten to reemerge?

2. Hosea and Jasmine both are guilty of lying by omission when it comes to past relationships. What reasons do each of them give for never mentioning their former loves? Were you surprised to discover that Hosea had secrets of his own? Why or why not?

3. Why does Jasmine hesitate to travel to Los Angeles with Hosea? How does Natasia's presence turn the tables on her?

4. In what ways do both Jasmine and Brian reconcile their respective "fresh starts" with the secrets they continue to keep? What kind of compartmentalization do they each have to create in order to convince themselves that they are making the right choices?

5. The author splits the novel into parts that exclusively follow each of the two main couples in this story. What effect does this have on your reading experience? In what ways do the two couples' stories parallel each other? Where do they diverge? Explain why you did or did not like this technique.

6. Brian challenges Alexis: "If I had cancer, would you leave me?" Do you think this is "playing fair"? Why or why not? What effect do his words ultimately have on Alexis? Why, in the end, does she leave him anyway?

7. Like Jasmine, Natasia is smart, beautiful, and manipulative almost beyond imagination. How does she set her trap for Hosea, and how does Jasmine play right into it? What lessons doyou think the author is trying to illustrate with this scenario?

8. On page 311, Hosea tells Jasmine, "You'll always be Jasmine Larson." What does he mean by this? Jasmine swears that she's changed -- all because of Hosea. Has she really? Why or why not? What finally makes Jasmine realize the truth?

9. Both couples in this novel perform recommitment ceremonies. As with any ritual, these ceremonies have the power to effect change. What do the characters hope will happen when they renew their vows? What actually does happen?

10. Hosea is named for a prophet to whom God speaks. Identify moments in the novel when God is speaking, either directly or indirectly, to these characters.

11. Reverend Bush counsels Jasmine to stop trying to control her life and to let Jesus take the wheel. How does trying to take control work out for the various characters?

12. In some sense, this novel bears the message that it is never too late to ask for forgiveness. So what relevance does the title, "Too Little, Too Late," have for these characters? 13. At the conclusion of A Sin and a Shame, Jasmine's husband Hosea asked her if there were any more secrets she was keeping from him, and she said no. Too Little, Too Late ends with a similar conversation. How is this ending different?

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Even with the cold metal of the gun's barrel pressed hard against her temple, Jasmine's feet would not move.

"I want you out of my house."

Jasmine wanted to plead for her life. Beg for forgiveness and give him at least one hundred of the good reasons she had for telling her husband all of those lies. But her lips, like her feet, were frozen with fear.

"I said get out of my house."

The venom in his voice turned her fear into fight. And she fought with her words. "Please, Hosea, please forgive me for not telling you the truth before. But I'll tell you now; I'm forty-three, not thirty-eight."

The gun cocked.

She dropped to her knees and cried. "And I didn't tell you that I was married before because -- "

Hosea pushed the metal into her skin.

"Please," she begged more. "Please."

He pulled the trigger.

Jasmine screamed. Shot up straight in bed, her skin dripping with the same sweat that drenched their satin sheets for the many nights that this nightmare invaded her sleep.

"Darlin'?"

She heard the calm of her husband's voice, then felt the warmth of his arms. "Darlin', it's just a dream." The kisses he planted on her forehead were meant to soothe, but that didn't work.

"It's all right, darlin'," Hosea kept saying. "Just another one of those bad dreams."

He's wrong, she thought as she settled back in bed. This was not just adream.

Even as the rhythm of Hosea's sleep breathing returned, Jasmine's eyes stayed wide open. She knew if she surrendered to unconsciousness, Hosea's words would come back. And those words -- far more than the gun -- made fear rise like bile within her.

In her nightmare, Hosea was as cold as the gun he held. As cold as he'd been on the day, about eighteen months ago, when he'd actually told her he'd wanted nothing more to do with her -- right after she revealed that he wasn't the father of their daughter.

For the millionth time Jasmine wished that her lies had ended there. But they didn't. And she knew if her secrets were uncovered her nightmare would turn into reality.

This dream was a sign, a warning -- she was sure. She'd had it two or three times over the past year. But in the last two weeks, the ghost of her deceptive past haunted her with an almost daily vengeance.

She knew the reason why -- it was because in ten days she and Hosea were renewing their vows.

"I want us to stand before God again," Hosea had told her when he first came up with the idea. "I want us to recommit."

Her eyes had widened with surprise. "Baby, don't people wait until their tenth or twentieth anniversary to do that?"

"There're no rules." He'd embraced her. "What's most important is the reason why. And with the way we started..." He'd stopped right there. Jasmine had closed her eyes and remembered the wonder of their first six months of marriage, and then the beautiful birth of their daughter. But when Jacqueline was barely twenty-four hours old, Hosea had walked away -- from both her and the baby. Yet God's grace had found its way to her through Hosea's heart.

"I forgive you" was all Hosea said when he came back to her. He'd held her and Jacqueline and explained that it was God who had put them together, so they were divinely obligated to work through whatever challenges they had.

From that day, he'd loved her, claimed Jacqueline as his own, and together they'd lived in matrimonial bliss. But in the middle of her heaven, she wallowed in hell, terrified that one day the rest of her lies would be revealed.

Now, the fact that Hosea wanted to renew their vows so that they could start afresh made her tremble in terror. How could she stand before God -- again -- and pretend that all was well?

I've got to find a way to tell Hosea.

But even as her spirit longed to stop the lies, she didn't have the faith -- or the guts -- to tell the truth. It was too risky; she could lose Hosea, this time for good. No, she couldn't take that chance. Her secrets would have to stay tucked away in the dark, and she'd just pray that they never came to light.

Copyright © 2008 by Victoria Christopher Murray

The mission: to keep all of her secrets hidden.

And there was only one person Jasmine knew who could make sure that task was accomplished.

"Good to see you, Mrs. Bush." With his thick Lithuanian accent, the doorman greeted Jasmine as if he hadn't just seen her last week.

She waved to Henrikas and scooted into the elevator. Although she, Hosea, and Jacqueline had moved away a year ago, this Park Avenue building still felt like home. A minute later, the apartment door opened before she even had the chance to knock.

"I thought you were coming yesterday." Mae Frances spoke in her signature grumpy tone. But her eyes sparkled.

"Hello to you, too, Nama," Jasmine said, calling Mae Frances by the name that eighteen-month-old Jacqueline had given to the woman who, just three years ago, had been nothing more than the cantankerous old lady who lived across the hall. But now, Mae Frances was part of their family and the only grandmother Jacqueline would ever know.

Jasmine kissed her cheek, then swept into the apartment. She stopped, a déjà vu moment -- back to the first time she'd entered this space. She'd been shocked when she'd walked into this drab apartment that didn't match the woman who was always drenched in diamonds and furs and who was chauffeured through the city in a limousine. She remembered her pain when she discovered that it was all a façade, that Mae Frances was a woman living in poverty with a prideful heart too hard to ask for help. Mae Frances had been an unsaved soul whose eternal doom had already begun right here on earth.

But that was then. Now there was no darkness inside Mae Frances's residence. Today, the sun's rays pressed through the massive windows framed with designer drapes that Jasmine had bought and Hosea had hung. The aged, raggedy furniture was gone, replaced with the chic pieces that had once graced Jasmine's apartment.

"What are you grinning at?" Mae Frances grumbled, standing as erect and elegant as a dancer.

"Your apartment looks good."

"Umph." Mae Frances smoothed the new silk skirt that Jasmine had bought her last week before she settled onto the sofa. "I'm just holding this furniture until you and your husband move. You need to get out of that penthouse and find a home with a yard for my granddaughter." Her eyes scanned the room. "Then I'll give you back all of this fancy stuff -- I don't need it. What's this ugly color, anyway, aqua?"

Jasmine didn't bother to answer. She'd come to learn that this was just Mae Frances's way. Her tone, her words had nothing to do with her heart.

"I'm just doing this as a favor for you." Mae Frances continued her rant. Still, she was stiff, but her smile matched the light in her eyes.

"And we thank you."

They both knew she'd given Mae Frances the furniture. But while the woman Jasmine had come to love like a mother had changed much over the years of their friendship, her pride still remained. So, Jasmine let her keep her dignity and went along with whatever role Mae Frances wanted to play on any given day.

In an instant, Jasmine's smile was gone. "Do you have the information?"

Solemnly, Mae Frances nodded and handed Jasmine a slip of paper.

She took a moment before she glanced at the note: Kenny Larson. And next to her ex-husband's name was a number with a 678 area code.

"How did you get this?"

Mae Frances waved her hands in the air. "One of my connections."

Jasmine shook her head. She'd grown closer to Mae Frances than anyone besides Hosea. But still, her friend was a mystery. She had no idea how Mae Frances always had the hook-up. It was one of her connections who had helped Jasmine almost get away with keeping her daughter's paternity a secret. Dr. Jeremy Edmonds, an Upper East Side ob/gyn, had twisted the truth, making sure that Hosea believed Jasmine's lies -- all for a fee, of course.

Mae Frances stopped Jasmine's memories. "You need to make this call."

"What should I say?"

"Find out his intentions. Make sure he has no plans to mess up your life." Mae Frances tilted her head. "I still can't believe you were married before."

She nodded. "Kenny was my high school sweetheart. I was a cheerleader and he was the star of the football team, on his way to the NFL."

"Hmph. Guess that didn't happen."

Jasmine shook her head. "He got hurt in college. Messed up all our hopes of becoming rich and famous. We never even got close -- he ended up being nothing more than a numbers cruncher."

"So explain to me why you never told Preacher Man?" she asked, referring to the name she'd given Hosea the moment she'd met him.

"I don't know why," Jasmine whined. That was the truth. She had no idea why she'd told that lie. It made no sense now. But back then, when she was determined to become Hosea's wife, she was convinced that the lie was necessary; sure that Hosea -- a minister -- would never consider making a divorced woman his wife. She knew now that she'd been wrong. But what she wasn't so certain of was what Hosea would do if he found out. Even if he could forgive her for the lie, would he forgive how -- and for how long -- she'd hidden the truth?

That's why she had to make this call.

Jasmine's heart pressed hard against her chest as she dialed. She wasn't afraid of her ex -- just of the secret that he unknowingly held.

"Hello."

Jasmine didn't know why a woman's voice surprised her. "May I speak to Kenny?"

"Who's calling?"

None of your business was what Jasmine wanted to say, the Jezebel rising in her. She wondered what other words she could say to make this woman -- whoever she was -- even more insecure. But then, Jasmine remembered; she was no longer the woman who went after another woman's man.

"Tell Kenny it's an old friend."

The pause told her that explanation wasn't good enough. Still a moment later, she heard "This is Kenny," and the rich, familiar tone made her smile.

"This is Jasmine." Then there was nothing, and Jasmine wondered if she was going to have to remind her ex-husband that she was his ex-wife.

"Wow. Jasmine. It's been a long time. How are you?"

"Fine." Jasmine stopped, not knowing what to say next.

There was a time when Jasmine had loved herself some Kenny Larson. But being married to a middle-manager in an insurance company was a hard life for Jasmine to live. An even harder life to accept. Especially when her best friend of thirty-five years -- Kyla Jefferson -- had married a successful doctor, and had a life full of the accoutrements that Jasmine had always known would be hers.

Jasmine sighed. There was no need to travel down that lane of memories. Life was perfect now -- with Hosea. She just had to make sure it stayed that way.

She searched for words to say to her ex. "I've been fine and...I was just...I was thinking...." She stopped again, calmed down. "It's good to hear your voice," she said and meant it.

"Good to hear you, too," he said with a warmth that came from his heart. "So, you still in Los Angeles?"

She said, "No, I left a while ago," and settled into the conversation like she was talking to an old friend. "I'm in New York." Behind her, she heard a deep cough. She glanced up and her eyes widened.

Mae Frances stood at the entry with the extension phone pressed to her ear. She covered the mouthpiece and hissed, "Don't tell him where you live. Don't tell him anything!" Then she motioned for Jasmine to continue.

It took a moment for Jasmine to turn her attention back to Kenny. "So...you're in Atlanta."

"Yeah, I've been here since I got married. Or remarried, I should say."

"You like it down there?"

"Yeah, I have a son."

That made Jasmine smile. Kenny had wanted children. She didn't. Not when he was earning only fifty thousand dollars a year. "Is he playing football yet?"

Kenny laughed. "He's only two, but give me a couple of years, I'll have him out there. What about you? Did you ever change your mind? Decide to have kids?"

"Yeah, I have -- " The loud cough stopped her. Made her only say, "Yeah, I changed my mind."

He said, "So, what are you up to?"

"Not much. I work with my godbrother -- "

The cough came again.

"I'm just living life." She paused and old memories played again in her mind. Of how Kenny had taken care of her when her mother passed away. How he'd tried to rescue her from her agony. How he'd been the only one who could. How even all of that had not been enough to rescue her from the mundane life she'd lived, the glamorous life she craved. "I know you're surprised to hear from me," she said, her voice softer now, filled with the love that she once had for him. "I'd been thinking about you and wondered if you were okay. And happy."

"I'm good. Very happy."

"I'm really glad to hear that."

"I hope you're happy, too," he said.

It didn't even take her a moment. "I am." Another long silence sat between them. "Well, I really didn't want anything more than to say hello."

"Listen, let me get your number."

"No!" she exclaimed. She could imagine that now. Kenny calling. Hosea answering. The ex-husband introducing himself to the present one. She said, "I think we should just leave things right here."

"O...kay," he spoke slowly.

"It's just that even now, hearing your voice, I know that I did a lot of things wrong. There's not a lot I want to remember."

"So you're saying I remind you of all the bad times," he said with no hostility in his tone.

"It wasn't all bad, Kenny. And it wasn't all you."

He chuckled. "There was a time when I would have paid big bucks to hear you say that."

"I'm sorry for all we went through. I know you tried, but I guess I wasn't happy with myself, so I couldn't be happy with you."

"Hey, it wasn't all bad and it wasn't all you."

She smiled as he repeated her words. "I wish you all of God's blessings."

By his pause, Jasmine knew she'd surprised him with those divine good wishes. "You too, Jasmine. Take care."

She held on to the phone a moment longer, remembering. But Mae Frances's cough reminded her that she needed to forget.

Mae Frances growled. "Well, that didn't work."

"Why were you listening?"

"Good thing I was. You were about to give up all the info that you're trying to hide."

"At least now I know."

"Know what?"

"I know where he's living, that he's married, that he has a son. And that he's happy. I don't have to worry about him showing up here in New York. I'm good."

Mae Frances twisted her lips in doubt. "Here's hoping."

Jasmine smiled. For the first time in weeks, she looked forward to snuggling in bed next to Hosea. Her secrets were safe.

She leaned back against the sofa's edge, but Mae Frances slapped her arm, making her sit up straight. "Take your head off my couch," Mae Frances scolded. "With all of that gel in your hair, you're gonna mess up my furniture."

Jasmine rubbed the space where her skin still stung. But she couldn't get mad. There was nothing in life that could change Mae Frances.

"No problem. I don't wanna mess up your furniture." She jumped up. "Gotta go, anyway. Are you okay for dinner? Do you want me to pick up something?"

"No, thank you. I don't need nobody looking after me like that. I'm not an old woman, you know."

"I know, but I will always take care of you." Jasmine kissed her cheek. "We'll pick you up for church in the morning."

"Okay," Mae Frances grumbled. "But I'm only going because of that ridiculous bet. Don't make no sense that someone should blackmail someone else into going to church."

Jasmine chuckled. Mae Frances had been saying those same words every week.

Both of them knew that the bet they'd made -- that Mae Frances would go to church if she and Hosea reunited -- was long ago over. Mae Frances had kept her end. She'd marched into church that first Sunday -- in between Jasmine and Hosea -- with her head high and her lips poked out. And now more than a year later, Mae Frances was still sitting in the pews at City of Lights at Riverside Church every Sunday, that is, when she wasn't in the choir stand draped in her burgundy gown, belting out tunes of old Negro hymns with the Senior Choir.

"See you tomorrow, Nama. Love you," Jasmine yelled over her shoulder. She couldn't wait to get home and start planning their second wedding. She was ready now to renew her vows, commit to Hosea again. Start all over. And this time, there would be no lies.

Copyright © 2008 by Victoria Christopher Murray

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