But it all means nothing to me. His arms wrapped around her. They were very obviously attracted to one another, but there wasn't quite enough happening between them to make the reasons readily apparent. He's spent the last five years trying to forget the horrors of war, and had almost given up hope of finding love. It's 1870 and Huiann has come to San Fransisco from China marry a wealthy businessman only to learn that she's been deceived: her wealthy businessman is, in fact, a brothel owner and intends to sell Huiann to the highest bidder. Even though he pretends otherwise, he treats her as less than, just as his other white brethren, because he would never have disrespected a white woman the way he did Huiann -- by taking her virginity and then continuing to sleep with her even though he has no intention of ever marrying her. Though her fate is better than that of other Chinese women forced into the sex trade, she has no intention of waiting for Xie to sell her virginity to the highest bidder.
The blanket fell from his fingers as he gazed at her with the eyes of a hungry dragon. The cup was jerked from her and passed from one thirsty woman to another. But both he and the driver would be on her heels in seconds and she could hardly blend into this crowd of foreigners, especially wearing a white dress that shone like a beacon. Between 1870 and 1883 an average of 12,000 Chinese were arriving in San Francisco each year. Madam Teng faced the same direction, asking what was holding up traffic. Be warned, this is a very rambling and meandering review—more so than usual, that is. I felt for Alan from the get go.
Which tends to be exactly what I want, and need, from authors. At no point, did Huiann think of Alan as gorgeous. I loved the gifts Alan purchased for her, a few small Chinese items he thought might remind her of home and give her some comfort. The author just dropped them and they're forgotten by the end. The plot was fairly tight and the writing as always from Bonnie Dee was well done and flowing.
If the alternative to selling your body for sex and making a decent wage, is to live in abject poverty while sewing clothes, or working three part time jobs in the service industry, why is this not a legitimate choice? Huiann felt the first apprehension but obeyed nonetheless. These Chinese ex-prostitutes, saved by White Saviour Alan, then begin working alongside Huiann as seamstresses. Dee and it was another winner. His entire relationship with Huiann had me side-eyeing the fuck out of him. Alan headed west to start a new life, but his nightmares followed him. Fuhua already beat Huiann to submission; the beating was done by his agent who brought Huiann back from China.
The story develops over several months and you see the two of them learn about each other and fall in love. At first, she sews curtains for the apartment, surprising and pleasing Alan. Huiann's love for and closeness to her family were clear, and I admit to both hoping that she would be able to see them again and dreading the possibility, since, if she went back, it was highly unlike she'd ever be able to see Alan again. Thank you for the advice. Trust me, my margin grows smaller every day. Yeah, romance books are supposed to be romantic, I know, but this one was different. I was hoping for more… perhaps a faster pace? Alan came to San Francisco to escape his past, and the dark memories which haunted him.
I started off liking this book and the characters, but that quickly fell away once I got past the halfway point. Though her fate is better than that of other Chinese women forced into the sex trade, she has no intention of waiting for Xie to sell her vir. Bonnie Dee writes some impressive historical romances, if for no other reason than they are unique. Plus, the cover image is pretty. Huiann felt guilty at her relief in leaving the shrill clamor and the horrid smells behind as she retraced her steps along the dark passage, past the noisy engine room and up the stairs to the middeck.
Huiann took her arms from around her legs and reached up to him. She could've made Huiann's week-long captivity brutal, even without rape, but she didn't. But Xie is determined to recover his property, and love may not be enough to protect Huiann from his vengeance. Eventually, I got past that bit, and then…well, I had other issues. Though her fate is better than that of other Chinese women forced into the sex trade, she has no intention of waiting for Xie to sell her virginity to the highest bidder.
It puzzled me when I read that Alan did not tap the table to signify that he likes the food. In the end, the two of course came together. She could only imagine it would be painful and something to be gotten over with as quickly as possible. Huiann is young, petite and very beautiful. I like this very much, but I have trouble grasping the plot at the beginning of this story. Locks of sandy hair fell over his forehead and he looked up at her with deep indigo eyes.
Why did they start to occur more often? She slept in one of the rooms in the small apartment over the store. His lips parted and the exhalation of his breath floated to her across the quiet room. Her inner phoenix dances in response to his smile, it tempts his dragon, and she feels it soar in response to Alan's generosity. When a beautiful woman takes refuge in his store, Alan's life changes forever. He goes to the roadside shacks, where prostitutes serviced men, living like strays themselves. He spoke in that strange, flat language but she could tell he asked a question from the lift of his eyebrows. It's not only beautiful but it fits the story too! I didn't enjoy reading about it.
Huiann, you might have to scooch over dear! I'd have abandoned the whole thing, except I liked the book enough that I wanted to make sure there was a mention of it on my blog. But Xie is determined to recover his property, and love may not be enough to protect Huiann from his vengeance. A Year Without a Duke, romance adventures outside Regency This was a really lovely romance between two kind, upstanding people who are trying to do right by each other. This was my second read by Ms. The lump in her throat nearly choked her and tears welled in her eyes. Though her fate is better than that of other Chinese women forced into the sex trade, she has no intention of waiting for Xie to sell her virginity to the highest bidder.