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Forever an Ex

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From the author of The Personal Librarian, three Los Angeles women who’ve helped each other overcome heartbreak are reunited eight years later when their troublesome exes come back into the picture in this follow up to Victoria Christopher Murray’s bestselling novel The Ex Files.

Sheridan, Kendall, and Asia first bonded when they met seven years ago at a church prayer support group and now, their friendship has blossomed into a strong sisterhood. They've helped each other through the tragedies of their breakups and together, they've celebrated their triumphs. But now, their exes are back, wreaking havoc on lives they've work so hard to rebuild.

Sheridan has found love again after her ex-husband left her for a man. But old wounds are reopened when her ex-husband appears with his fiancée—a woman! And all of Sheridan's insecurities and doubts come rushing back. Kendall's former husband is now married to Kendall's sister, Sabrina. And though Kendall has refused to interact with either one in the last seven years, she's forced to reunite with Sabrina when their father is diagnosed with cancer. Asia has done her best to move away from her married boyfriend, a former star with the LA Lakers. But when they share a kiss, old desires are rekindled and Asia decides that it's time for her and Bobby Johnson to get back together again.

With her trademark writing that “has the kind of momentum that prompts you to elbow disbelief aside and flip the pages in horrified enjoyment” (The Washington Post), Forever an Ex is Murray's best novel yet.


Forever An Ex



Whoever said that a kiss was just a kiss had never kissed Bobby Johnson.

He had kissed me again. Seven days ago. On Christmas. And, I’m telling you, I saw stars.

Now, maybe it wasn’t that Bobby was all that great a kisser. Maybe it had more to do with him being the love of my life, at least until 2007 when he’d made the stupid mistake of breaking up with me and going back to his wife.

That Christmas kiss had stayed in my heart and on my mind. When I was awake, I thought about it and every time I closed my eyes, I dreamed about it.

Just like now.

My body was trying to wake up, but I was floating in unconsciousness. You know, that place where your eyes are wide shut—you’re half awake, half asleep. I was holding on to the sleep part because I wanted to keep dreaming about that kiss.

My lips were right up against Bobby’s and it was so deliciously good. So good that I started hearing bells—no, not bells, my ears were ringing.

But then . . . the ringing kept on and on and on, messing up my dream flow.

Dang! That was nothin’ but my cell phone, and I was pissed. Who would call somebody so early on New Year’s Day? Not that I knew the exact time, but if I hadn’t already eaten breakfast, then it was too early for somebody to be hitting me up.

My first thought was to let my cell ring. But my eleven-year-old daughter, Angel, had spent the night with Monet, her best friend, so I had to answer . . . just in case.

So right before the call went to my voice mail, I grabbed my cell from the nightstand. Without even opening my eyes, I mumbled, “This had better be good.”

“What’s up, Asia?”

My eyes popped right open.

“Happy New Year!”

I pushed myself up, tugging the sheet along to cover my nakedness. “Uh . . . good morning. Happy New Year to you, too, Bobby,” I said to my ex, my daughter’s daddy, the Adonis of my dreams.

“I guess I woke you up.”

“No.” I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to look decent, though I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like we were Face-­Timing or anything. “I’m glad you called.”

“Yeah, I remembered that little superstition you had about a man calling your house first on New Year’s.”

He remembered that?

“So, I hope that I was the first.”

“You are. And now I’ll be blessed for the whole year.”

He chuckled. “That’s what I wish for you.”

Then, a moment of silence. I needed something profound to say that would keep Bobby talking. But before I could come up with anything . . . a moan. And not just a regular moan . . . a loud, long, masculine moan that stretched through time and my bedroom . . . and went right through my cell phone, too.

Dang! I thought, looking down at the body next to me.

“Oh,” Bobby said. “You have company. I should’ve known. Last night being New Year’s Eve . . .”

“No, I don’t,” I said as I kicked through the tangled sheets until I was free and away from Rocco. I had on not a stitch of clothing, but I didn’t care. I jumped out of my bed and jogged straight into the hallway. “That was . . . just the TV,” I said. “Yeah, it was the TV. I had it on last night and must’ve fallen asleep.”

“I’d thought you would’ve been out partying the New Year in.”

“Well, uh . . .” I didn’t want to keep all of this attention on my lie, so I said, “I’m really happy you called.” Now, that was the truth. Like I said, I hadn’t stopped thinking about my ex since I’d spent Christmas Day at his house with his wife, and our daughter.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you. Just wanted you to know how much I care for you and how I wish you nothing but God’s best.”

I sighed and smiled and tingled all over.

He finished with, “And, I wanted to wish you . . .”

“Happy New Year,” we said together, then chuckled together, too.

“Thanks again for being my first, I mean, the first . . .”

“I know what you mean.” Then, after a pause, he added, “Asia, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and in a few days I’d like to come over . . . and talk.”

I inhaled.

He said, “After what happened on Christmas . . . we really need to talk.”

“Okay.” My smile was so wide that my cheeks hurt. I’d been wondering how he felt about that, and now I knew. He was in the same place I was. That kiss had brought back all kinds of feelings, all kinds of memories, all kinds of wonder about why we’d ever broken up.

“I’ll call you, okay?”

“Yeah.” What I really wanted to say was, Come over now, but I’d let him lead this dance.

He clicked off and I did the same. That three-minute call was like a shot of caffeine straight into my veins. What a way to begin 2014.

“Baby, what’re you doing out here?”

Before I could even face him, Rocco was on top of me, kissing my neck with his morning breath. I used the heels of my hands to push him off.

“What’s up?” he said, backing away. “I want to start off the New Year right.”

“We did that last night.” As I marched back into my bedroom, I was mad that I’d run out without any clothes on. Because now Rocco was walking right behind my au naturel glory.

Most of the time I liked using my body to turn men on. In fact, if I had to tell the truth, that’s how I made my living. My job was to maintain my size-four figure, be beautiful, and I got paid for keeping rich men company. I mean, not outright paid. It wasn’t like we went out and they gave me money. But after a couple of dates, the gifts started flowing: diamonds, pearls, furs, shopping sprees at Neiman’s, and vacations anywhere there was a beach and a Ritz-Carlton.

As far as Rocco was concerned, my job was done. I hoped Rocco wasn’t turned on because I was so turned off. After hearing Bobby’s voice, I didn’t want Rocco anywhere near me. So when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed his full-blown nature against my butt, I wiggled away.

“What’s up?” He held out his arms, beckoning me to come back. “Why you keep doing that?”

“You have to go,” I said, cutting straight to the chase.

He frowned like he no longer understood English. “Go where?”

Did he really want me to answer that? I mean, it wasn’t like Rocco and I had anything going on. It was just that sometime around Labor Day, I realized I didn’t have a guy for the holidays.

Not that there was any kind of shortage of men in my life. I was still on the circuit and still in circulation. Plenty of athletes had my number locked in their phones. It was just that the calls were fewer. After all, no matter how much I maintained, I was thirty-five, which was ancient in the pro basketball/football/baseball/track groupie arena.

Now, don’t get it twisted—I wasn’t a groupie. I was more of a trophy girlfriend, who was working on becoming the trophy wife. No matter what you called it, though, it was my only ticket out of my ratchet life in Compton all those years ago. I needed to marry a rich athlete.

Once I set my mind to it, I’d met Bobby Johnson, the star of the Los Angeles Lakers. He wasn’t my first choice ’cause he was already married. But he’d wooed me so hard that I’d believed he’d leave his wife.

Clearly, I was wrong. ’Cause six years ago, Bobby decided that he was happy with the wife he had, and didn’t want a new one.

“So, what’re you saying, Asia? You really want me to go?” I turned around, almost forgetting that Rocco was still here. I watched the new center for the Lakers pimp-strut toward me.

Now I had the chance to take in all of his naked glory, and boy, was this dude fine. Forget about being ripped in the right places, Rocco was ripped in every place. Everywhere there was a muscle, it was defined. And then, that face. He was Christopher Williams (that old R&B singer from back in the day) dipped in deep, dark chocolate.

When Rocco wrapped his arms around me, I was tempted to jump right back in bed and let this twenty-four-year-old show me what he could do. But the moment our lips touched, Bobby’s lips came to mind, and again, I pushed Rocco back. “You know I would love to.”

He gave me a goofy grin that said, Of course you would, who wouldn’t?

I started to burst his oversize ego bubble, but instead I said, “But you have to go. Angel will be home soon.”

Everything on that man deflated when I mentioned my daughter’s name. “Oh,” he said.

All the guys knew that I didn’t date in front of my child. This wasn’t the example I wanted to set, and not the life I wanted her to have. But I wasn’t going to be one of those do-as-I-say mothers. Angel never saw me with all these men.

Plus these days I never let grown men around my daughter. No way, too many perverts out there and my eleven-year-old daughter, with her sixteen-year-old body, and a face that her agent at Ford Models called the young face of the new millennium, didn’t need to be around testosterone. I did everything to protect Angel Valentine Johnson, the true love of my life.

“I thought you told me that your daughter wasn’t coming home till later,” Rocco said, squinting as if he was studying me to see if I was lying.

I tilted my head. “Is that what you thought? Hmm . . .” I turned around so that my back was to him. “Nope. She’s coming home about”—I glanced at the clock: 7:48—“about eight. Oh, my God!” I exclaimed as if I was just noticing the time. “You’ve got to go. She’ll be here at any moment.”

“Dang!” he said, dashing to gather his clothes that he’d tossed around my bedroom. “Why she coming home so early?”

“Because . . . it’s New Year’s . . . and . . . we always have breakfast together on New Year’s.”

There was a part of me that was proud that I could come up with a good lie on the fly. But really, was that a character trait or a character flaw?

When Rocco started walking toward the bathroom, I said, “Where’re you going? You’ve got to get outta here.”

“I don’t even have time to take a shower?”

I shook my head.

“Well, do I have time to take a leak? A guy’s gotta take a leak first thing in the morning.”

Those words made my eyes roam down his body. Damn! Maybe I could tell him that I made a mistake. That Angel wouldn’t be home till nine, or ten. Or I could tell him the truth . . . that she wouldn’t be home till sometime tonight.

But then . . . Bobby. I’d feel like I was cheating.

So, I let Rocco take his leak, then dress as slowly as any man ever did.

“Okay.” Rocco slipped his suit jacket over shoulders that looked like he should’ve been playing football instead of basketball. “So,” he said, straightening out his collar, “I’m gonna see you tonight?”

“We’ll see.” I led him down the stairs and at the door gave him one of those long, slow tongue kisses so that he wouldn’t forget me. But as soon as he said, “Bye, call me,” and stepped out of that door, I closed it and forgot him.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I dashed back up to my bedroom, grabbed my cell, and clicked on my best friend’s name. Noon’s phone rang and rang, and when her voice mail picked up, I hung up and called back. I didn’t know where she was, and I didn’t care whose bed she was in; I needed to talk to her.

It took four callbacks before she answered with a growl, “This had better be good.”

I laughed. Hadn’t I just said the same thing? We were like sisters, with a bond thicker than blood.

“This is better than good,” I said.

Noon moaned.

“Wake up, I have to talk to you,” I whined.

“Call me later. I’m sleep.”

“Well, wake up.”

“I can’t.”

“If you hang up, you know I’m gonna call you back.”

“Ugh!” she growled again. “Hold on a second.”

When she said that, that meant she was with her current man, Brett, and was getting out of bed to talk to me privately.

“Okay, what’s up?” Noon asked with an attitude.

That was okay; she’d be all right after I told her this.

“Well, first, Happy New Year!” I said with glee.

There was a pause, and then, “Chiquita, if that’s why you called me, I swear . . .”

I didn’t even hear the rest of her sentence. Did my girl just call me by the cray-cray birth name my mama had given me? My mother, who abandoned me when I was two and left me to be raised by my grandmother, had named me after a banana. I was still pissed about it, but at least I was smart enough to have changed my name legally.

I wanted to insult Noon back, call her by her birth name. But her birth name was Noon . . . Noon Thursday Jones, given to her by her mama who was as cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs as mine.

So since I couldn’t insult her, I got right to the point. “I’m getting back with Bobby.”

“Bobby who?”

“See, you wanna play. Really, I’m getting back with Bobby.”

A beat, and then, “For real?”

If Noon had been sitting in the room with me, her eyes would be all wide, and she’d be on the edge of the chair. ’Cause if there was one thing that Noon knew, it was that I wasn’t overly dramatic. I accepted whatever situation came my way.

Okay, that may be a bit of an exaggeration. But for the most part, once I did all that I could and saw that I couldn’t change a situation, I accepted it.

“So, when did this happen?” Noon said, all awake now.

“Can you meet me?”


“Now. Are you with Brett?”

“Yeah, but I can hook up with you for a few hours. Where we gonna go so early on New Year’s Day?”

That was a good question, but then I said, “The malls are open, so meet me at the Beverly Center. Starbucks. In the food court.”

“The Food Court?” Noon said. “Is that the name of some new restaurant, ’cause you know, I’m not pedestrian like that.”

“Pedestrian?” I laughed. “Heffa, have you forgotten that we grew up on the same street in Compton?”

“Shhh . . .” She lowered her voice and chuckled at the same time. “Brett thinks I’m from Kenya.”

“I’m gonna tell that white boy the truth if you don’t meet me in an hour.”

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” she said.

We laughed before we both clicked off our phones.

Reading Group Guide

This reading group guide for Forever an Ex includes an introduction, discussion questions, ideas for enhancing your book club, and a Q&A with author  Victoria Christopher Murray. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.


Sheridan, Kendall, and Asia first bonded when they met seven years ago at a church prayer support group and since then their friendship has blossomed into a strong sisterhood.

Sheridan has found love again after her ex-husband left her for a man. But old wounds are reopened when her ex-husband appears with his fiancée—a woman! Kendall’s husband is now married to her sister, Sabrina. And though Kendall has avoided them since this ultimate betrayal, she’s forced to reunite with Sabrina when their father is diagnosed with cancer. Asia has done her best to move away from Bobby, her married boyfriend and father of her eleven-year-old daughter. But when they share a kiss, old desires are rekindled.  

Topics & Questions for Discussion 

1. How does Asia reconcile her faith and her relationship with Bobby? Does her faith seem sincere to you?
2. Asia keeps her friend Noon separate from Kendall and Sheridan, yet all three seem equally important to her. How would Asia be different without Noon, or without Kendall and Sheridan?
3. Caroline admits to Asia that she planted the idea of moving to New York in Angel’s mind, yet Asia keeps that information to herself. What would you have done in her situation? Would you have moved to New York or allowed Angel to go?
4. After Angel catches Asia and Bobby together, Asia has trouble understanding why her daughter is upset, asking, “How had I become the villain?” How could she have handled the situation better? Do you think she becomes a better parent by the end of the novel?
5. While Angel, Tori, and Christopher seem to have made it through their parents’ drama without too many problems, how can Bobby, Caroline, and Asia work together better in the future? What about Quentin, Brock, and Sheridan?
6. Sheridan sees her ex-husband, Quentin, with his former lover Jett and informs Harmony, Quentin’s fiancée. What would you have done in her position? Do you agree with Brock that it was none of her business?
7. How would Sheridan and Quentin’s relationship be different if he had left her for another woman?
8. Pastor Ford gives a sermon on keeping secrets and declares that not all secrets are bad. Have you ever kept or told a secret and wished you hadn’t? If you could go back and change the situation, how would you handle it differently?
9. Do you agree with Pastor Ford that Kendall needs to forgive herself, not Sabrina, in order to live a full life? Would Kendall have built a relationship with Sabrina and her daughter, Ciara, had Sabrina had lived? Why or why not?
10. How do you feel about Kendall’s relationship with D’Angelo when they first get together? Do you think she would be better off with someone who is not so connected to Anthony and Sabrina? Or does his knowledge of her past help her overcome it?
11. D’Angelo says all of the roads in his life have led him to God, especially when he has had “a gun in [his] hand.” What do you think he means? As with Asia, consider how his lifestyle conflicts with his faith.
12. Each woman learns her own lesson and moves on from her ex by the end of the novel. What about the men in the novel? What would it take for Quentin, Anthony, and Bobby to learn their own lessons?
13. Each chapter of The Ex Files, which features Sheridan, Kendall, and Asia seven years earlier, shifts between the main characters’ points of view while this novel tells each character’s story before moving on to the next. Why do you think Victoria Christopher Murray changed the format for this novel? Which style do you prefer and why?   

A Conversation with Victoria Christopher Murray  

Why did you wait so long to revisit Sheridan, Kendall, and Asia? Is this a story you had planned to tell from the beginning?  

I never planned on writing this sequel. In fact, I’m not that crazy about sequels. I know that’s hard to believe given all the sequels I’ve written, but my sequels are usually a response to the marketplace rather than what’s in my heart. I wrote Forever an Ex because The Ex Files was optioned to become a movie and I was asked to submit more “material.” So, compared to my other novels, it was tougher for me to write Forever an Ex. In the end, I was really happy that I went back to see what was going on with these ladies—and the men in their lives. And I’m really anxious to see what they’re going to do with the movie.

Do you have any plans to continue writing about these characters? Are the ladies finally over their exes?  

I hope this is the end. I want to discover new people, new characters, and take my readers on new journeys.

If you were to write The Ex Files today, would you change anything?  

No. Absolutely not. Once I’ve written a novel, I put that story to bed. That was the story at that time; that was the best that I could do at that time.

What is the message you want your readers to take away from Forever an Ex? Has that message changed at all from The Ex Files?  

You know, I never write to a message . . . I just write stories. That’s it. I feel so great that readers take away messages, but the messages come at the end. The messages are not part of my writing at the beginning.

The scene when Angel walks in on her parents having “tech sex” was uncomfortable on many levels. Are scenes like this difficult to write? Why did you feel it was important to have the relationship come to a head in that manner?  

That scene wasn’t uncomfortable for me to write at all. I’m just taking dictation for the characters when I write, so that was Asia’s drama, not mine. LOL. Asia lived her life recklessly without regard for other people and I wanted her to have to face her own demons. There is one thing that’s true about Asia: she loves her daughter. I wanted her to contend with losing the true love of her life. Also, in this world that we live in now, all of this technology lends itself to these kinds of situations. While I made up that scene with Asia, I bet it’s happened in real life. More than once. More than a hundred times. I have friends who have sent pictures to their husbands only for their children to find those pictures on their iPads. I hope that scene will encourage adults to be more careful.

Are any of these characters more difficult to write than others? Why?  

No, no characters are more difficult than others for me. I’ve written about terrible people. But those people are not a part of me. They’re the characters I create; they’re not me. So I don’t have the kind of connection that would make it difficult for me to write them. All characters—good and bad—make up a good story.

How does your faith influence your writing? Is Pastor Ford based on any of your spiritual advisers?  

Pastor Ford is completely based on my pastor, Dr. Beverly “Bam” Crawford. From the beginning, she’s been in my novels and she’s there as the voice of reason, the voice of God. When I joined Dr. Crawford’s church in 1995, my relationship with God flourished and it was because of her teachings and her preaching that I wanted to write. She released my gift. My faith will always be part of my writing because my faith is a part of me. I always tell people that regardless of what career I had chosen, everyone would not only know about but they would also see my faith. So the fact that it shows up in my writing is no big deal to me. It’s just who I am. My faith is my center.

You also write novels with ReShonda Tate Billingsley. How is the process of collaboration different from writing alone? Do you prefer one more than the other?  

At this point in my career, I prefer writing with ReShonda. With more than twenty books on the shelves, it’s hard to come up with new, stimulating plotlines. But when I write with ReShonda, though we have to come up with stories together, I am challenged to keep up with her. The way we work is that I write a chapter, then she responds to it, then I respond, and so on. We never know what the other is going to do, so it’s a refreshing way to work. Every chapter is exciting. I love writing with her.

What are you currently reading? Does what you’re reading ever influence your writing? Have any books in particular made an impact?  

I just finished reading what is probably one of the most important fiction books that’s been written in years: Anybody’s Daughter by Pamela Samuels Young. That book is amazing and every woman needs to read it with a young girl. Google it! As far as what I’m reading influencing my writing, I have my own voice so I can read and write at the same time and I do. I don’t have a lot of time to sit down and read, so I read daily on the elliptical machine. (That keeps me exercising!) But reading motivates me, challenges me to get better. I read for entertainment, but I learn from everyone. If I want to be a great writer, then reading is my job.

What is the best part of being on tour and getting to meet your readers?  

I love touring, especially when I tour with ReShonda. Meeting readers inspires me! Readers are always so grateful that we’ve come out to visit them, but they have no idea how happy I am to meet them. Readers have no idea how they encourage us. Touring keeps me on top of my game and I love it. Many publishers and authors say touring doesn’t work, but I don’t know why—it works for me and ReShonda.

You have written both adult and young adult novels. How are they different? Which do you prefer?  

I actually enjoyed writing young adult more than I thought I would and I wish I had the chance to continue. With my YA books, I knew that I was doing something important, something that was more than just entertainment. I did want my YA books to deliver a message. I did want the young girls to see characters who looked like them so that they could learn lessons. But while I love writing YA, my heart will always be with my adult novels.

Enhance Your Book Club

1. Read The Ex Files to see how Asia, Kendall, Sheridan, and Vanessa first became friends. Discuss how each of the characters has—or hasn’t—changed.
2. Take some time at the beginning or at the end of your book club meeting to check in with your fellow readers. Lend an ear and support your friends; you may be surprised to find out what else you have in common.
3. Pastor Ford wants Kendall, Sheridan, and Asia to share their lessons with the world. Think of what you have learned through your relationships and experiences with love and share with the group.
4. In honor of Kendall’s passion for her work, have a spa day! Find a local spa and enjoy some relaxation time with your friends.

About The Author

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Victoria Christopher Murray is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than thirty novels, including Stand Your Ground, a Library Journal Best Book of the Year and NAACP Image Award Winner. Her novel, The Personal Librarian, which she cowrote with Marie Benedict was a Good Morning America Book Club pick.  Visit her website at

Product Details

  • Publisher: Gallery Books (June 17, 2014)
  • Length: 400 pages
  • ISBN13: 9781476748856

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