The Last Concubine - Ford, Catt
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When Princess Lan'xiu's brother delivers her under duress into General Hüi Wei's harem as a political offering, her only question is how soon her secret will be discovered. She is under no illusions: when the general discovers she is actually a he, death is his only future-though he doesn't plan to make it easy. Lan'xiu has dressed as a woman all his life, but he is no damsel in distress. He can swing a sword with the best of them. General Hüi Wei has everything a man could want: power, wealth, success on the battlefield, and a harem of concubines. At first, he regards Lan'xiu with suspicion,…mehr

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When Princess Lan'xiu's brother delivers her under duress into General Hüi Wei's harem as a political offering, her only question is how soon her secret will be discovered. She is under no illusions: when the general discovers she is actually a he, death is his only future-though he doesn't plan to make it easy. Lan'xiu has dressed as a woman all his life, but he is no damsel in distress. He can swing a sword with the best of them. General Hüi Wei has everything a man could want: power, wealth, success on the battlefield, and a harem of concubines. At first, he regards Lan'xiu with suspicion, but he finds himself strangely drawn to her. When he discovers the beautiful young woman is actually a man, his first reaction is to draw his sword. Rather than waste such beauty, he decides to enjoy the spirited Lan'xiu's submission-and ignites a passion and desire deeper than anything he's felt with other wives. But court intrigue, political ambitions, and the general's doubts may be too much for their love to overcome.
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Catt Ford vit derrière un écran d'ordinateur, dans un monde imaginaire où ses héros gays lui obéissent au doigt et à l'oeil. Elle aime les chats, le chocolat, le swing, dormir, les Monty Python, ses amis australiens, faire la folle, invoquer de nouvelles réalités par le pouvoir des mots, et les bouts de verre polis que l'on trouve au bord de la mer. Elle n'aime pas les chenilles, la fumée de cigarette et les ignorants qui emploient des insultes discriminantes (une tapette est un instrument pour tuer les mouches, merci bien). Perfectionniste devant l'éternel, elle se rassure en se comparant aux tisseurs de tapis perses qui intégraient volontairement une erreur à leur ouvrage pour rompre l'équilibre parfait, car seul Dieu créait des choses parfaites. Elle a choisi d'écrire de la fiction pour satisfaire un besoin de discussion intelligente, ce qui n'est possible que lorsque l'on contrôle les deux côtés du dialogue, et elle a choisi la romance érotique parce qu'elle aime les (presque) happy ends.