I don't know Renee Gipson, but I sure as hell hope she never writes a Blasian novel again. The alleged Black-like protagonist is simply a "white" woman dipped in chocolate, milk-milk-milk chocolate.
Amber is half-Mexican and half-Black or rather half-dark and thanks to the gods of whiteashing, she primarily has Mexican features although for some curious reason she has "white" girl hair. Amber's only claim to Blackness is her round ass. She's so Mexican-like her medicine man in training (I won't even go there for fear of blowing a gasket), is only attracted to her non-Black features, especially her HAIR!
The only other woman of color in this crappy piece is half-Black/dark and half-"white." Apparently, this mixture is sufficient enough to make her not only a passer but also the highest grossing whore in town. The only gift she received from her Black father was her slightly brown skin, which made her fairly exotic. Not only did this honey defy her parents and run off with a French guy who abused her, she thought whoring was significantly better than returning home to the ranch her parents owned. Not only that, she willingly bedded the most racists men in town because they paid the most. These were the same men who slaughtered Blacks, Mexicans and Indigenous people for their livestock and other worldly possessions. Some would argue she helped Amber at the end. Right. She admitted to being half-dark and didn't pay nary a consequence. Sure. Whatever.
As you can probably tell, "white"-woman worship was rampant in this tale. The author went through great lengths to actually write a couple of times (in case we didn't get it) that the "white" woman was the "white" man's glory.
The plot also sucked. Amber didn't actually get revenge on anyone because the savage cousin of the medicine man killed her targets instead. Oh, she tricked one guy into killing his stupid brother, but that's neither here nor there. Did I mention that SavageCousin's name was Dark Water? Yes, Dark Water. That's akin to shitty water, isn't it? I guess naming him Roaring Rapids or White Water was out of the question.
Before I forget, Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn were Amber's favorite stories. Okay, on the one hand, I get it. Afro-centric reading material wasn't widely available in those days; however, for Gipson to promote these two stories in this context is offensive.
It gets worse. Even the "white" folks in this piece sucked in characterization. Anyone who has ever experienced even an inkling of prejudice/discrimination/racism should have been able to portray these bad guys better. At the very least, I should have hated them. Instead, every time I read the name Russell Black (**rolls eyes**), I was pulled out of the story.
The last flaw I'll even bother to mention was the throwing around of the word "dark" to represent the word "nigger." I don't play no damned PC games and at the very least historical pieces demand a reasonable level of honesty.
Ladies and gentlemen here at the Blasian Narrative, instead of buying this story, just flush your money down the toilet. Wild Amber does not merit your consideration. Stories like this are detrimental to all we're trying to accomplish here. The recycled fucking scenes were the only redeeming qualities this travesty offered.
After reading this crap, I owe the other authors I complained about an apology. I'll take their characterizations of Black women over Amber and Lillie any day of the century.