She's so pretty, you'd think that Jordan Neveah was sewn together from cornflowers and blue bonnets. But she's dangerous at the same time. And to love Jordan is to risk all. Her man discovered that when he went to touch her and she responded like a slack banjo string. For Jordan, the seven year itch came a lot sooner, and it was crawling over her like poison ivy. The smell of smoldering hickory and pork was, likewise, dripping into the ash of her smokehouse. Which meant only one thing: Jordan needed a black man who would work her hole and pass into her body generations of enslaved resentment. Once the fluid plopped and his tongue tasted its consistency, hubby could do what Lincoln couldn't - free Jordan and finally free the black man.