In a breathtaking romance that races from the turbulence of nineteenth-century England to the sweltering penal colonies of the Australian jungle, from glamorous and sophisticated Paris to the wild California gold fields, from dazzling San Francisco to an earth-shattering climax of fierce passion and revenge, a beautiful woman and two determined men are relentlessly driven by the wanton winds of fate.
ADELAIDE DEERING -- the golden-haired, green-eyed vixen whose blazing beauty stirred men's strongest passions and whose bold and reckless charms she snared their very souls.
CRAIG MacDOUGAL -- the dashing outlaw-turned-tital whose savage desire for Addie was matched only by his passion for plunder.
JOHN BLANDINGS -- a man blinded by insane jealousy, whose hunger for Adelaide took him from the outcountry of Australia and propelled him on a violent trek across the globe.
Read: 12/13/24 Page 84 1828 This is a dnf for me. It has a very unlikely and farfetched plot. I didn't like how sexual active the h was. She lost her virginity at 12 or 13 because she wanted to get it over with. So she slept with her best friend's brother. 🤮 I hate when h are too promiscuous in hr. It makes no sense, but the fact that she is so young is just gross. 🤢 It's too much for me, and I can handle a lot of shit in my Bodice-rippers.
It's really a shame because the plot is unique and interesting. The story tales place in Australia and later moves around the world. The H arrives at the penal colony after being sentenced deportation for stealing bread to feed his sister. He's originally from St. Giles and sees this sentence as a second chance./ fresh start. He was an interesting chatacter unfortunately the h is not.
Again, the biggest problem is that both characters are way too young and sexual for me. I feel dirty
Sidenote: I bought this book on paperback years ago, then I checked, and the open library carries the book now. Just my luck!
Okay, I love these old books, but the problem with this one is the same kind of stuff keeps happening over and over again and that's just the first two hundred pages. I don't think I can go on with it. Maybe I'll come back to it when I don't have a huge box of books under my bed taunting me to read them.