Charity Varney is rescued from the brutal, rapacious scoundrel who has illegally bought her, by aristocratic young Christopher Leach, who will take her back to England with him, where he must report to King George III on conditions in the Colonies.
Charity adapts quickly once in London, and becomes a darling of the royal court. Many men want her and, out of loyalty to Christopher she gives herself freely to those who can help him. But her own hungers are never satisfied - until she meets Sean McDougal, the handsome, footloose Irish rogue whose burning kisses - whose very touch - can carry her to undreamed heights of ecstasy.
Charity's passions are in constant conflict, until she is caught in a maelstrom of degradation and uncontrolled lust that violates her body but can never enslave her soul.
Paula Fairman was a pseudonym for author Paul W. Fairman. However, he only wrote a couple of romances--to great success--before passing away in 1977 while in the middle of writing a third book.
After Fairman's death, his publishers at Pinnacle wanted to keep the name alive, so they used a ghostwriter, Western author Robert Vaughan to continue writing books as Paula Fairman. He went on to write about a dozen under that name.
DNF because I love myself and I don't wanna be tortured. Life is too short for sucky books and this kinda sucked.
I took this one to the park with me hoping to spend an afternoon reading through it, however it was just too dull and drab to hold my attention. The plot never really went anywhere, the characters weren't interesting and I honestly couldn't have cared less. Historical accuracy is always welcome in a historical romance, but the history really didn't tie in with the plot and it became a pain to read.
I read to page 130 and flipped through to the end, with all the best intentions of going back and reading what I'd missed. But nothing changed or got better, the plot never really advanced or compelled me to give this a thorough read. This made me glad that I hadn't made myself slog through 400 more pages of nothing. I ended up leaving this on a park bench to bore someone else.