Can a mysterious inheritance from an eccentric billionaire right a wrong from generations ago?
When Anne is plunged into the lives of the top one percent she finds herself entangled with a cutthroat family who will do anything to keep the past buried. As she uncovers generations of secrets that stir bitter memories she’s thrust into the crosshairs of a vindictive scheme. The family lawyer is the only one keeping her strong, and Anne is falling for him, but is he genuine or only interested in her new wealth?
Two generations earlier, Rose has newly immigrated to the United States from Taiwan. In an era when Chinese immigrants are not always welcome, Rose knows she must tread lightly in her new home. However, the temptations in the world of the very rich, the freedom of her new western lifestyle, and her teenage naiveté make her throw caution to the wind. Will she have the strength to walk away when the boss’s son turns his attention to her?
Rose’s decision could cause ripples through generations of families. Will Anne be affected so many years later or will she set her own path in a new more modern world?
Nola Li Barr loves books so much that she once shipped ten boxes back from Taiwan because she couldn’t bear to part with them. As an American Born Chinese (ABC) she’s always had one foot in each culture, Chinese and American. Forever a storyteller, Nola finally left the corporate world to write full time and share her whimsical tales. Forbidden Blossom is her first novel. To find out more, visit nolalibarr.com.
What would you do if you inherited a mansion? Would you move in? Invite all your family and friends? Live alone? Anne was thrown a curve ball when she found out, but what she doesn't know is there are more surprises to come. I loved the idea of someone inheriting more than anyone could ever imagine. How would that change their life? What kind of burdens would come with that?
Two hours later we came in on a driveway that seemed never-ending and was lined with trees groomed to perfection. Between the rich creamy leather of the seats, the scent of oranges that filled the car, and the serenity the view provided it was magical and did not feel like someone’s home. The pathway ended in a circular driveway with a big fountain in the middle. Inside the fountain was a lady looking back at a little boy. Their faces were carved with happy lines, and they looked like they were chasing each other through the fountain and enjoying life to the fullest. The lady looked like she had narrow eyes, a flatter nose . . . and then there was the house. I glued my face to the window. It easily spread across a whole block with miles of greenery as far as the eye could see. The beauty of this place was set in its simple, clean design, but the expanse of it was mind-boggling. How did one person own all of this?