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Monday, February 20, 2012

One woman, two men, a dream holiday in China

Blurb, "Twice the Love"

Cherry McNair gives up her life in America to live with Harry and Lee in China. She has been invited to come and live in Beijing with Song Hao (Harry) and Li Chang (Lee), two of the one hundred million young men for whom there are no brides available in China. Will she regret her decision or find happiness as well as great orgasms?
The men are kind and caring, and at first Cherry is happy, learning to cook for them and settle into her new life. And the sex is fantastic, innovative, fulfilling. But one day she realizes she has no job, no hobbies, and no friends. She knows only a few words of Mandarin and the traffic frightens her. Should she return home or stay?

STORY Excerpt

Cherry McNair shook her shoulder-length dark brown hair off her face and pushed her luggage trolley out of the customs area and into the arrivals hall at the Beijing Capital International Airport, ready to start her new life. Well, sort of ready.
I’m almost thirty years old. All my remaining possessions are in two suitcases. I’ve quit my job, left my country and my friends, and am about to start a whole new life in a new land where I don’t even speak the language, and be the “wife” of two men. Well, it’s what women have been doing for centuries, after all. Although they probably didn’t have two husbands.
Lee and Harry had promised to meet her, and they’d all exchanged plenty of photographs in their emails. But she was still feeling rather dazed after the long flight, and the huge size of the airport, and she worried about recognizing them in such a large crowd. They’re part-American, part-Chinese, but to me they look quite Chinese. Will they look like their photos? Lee’s hair, sort of shaggy and a little bit longer, Harry’s skin a slightly darker brown?
Sheesh. I thought LAX was big, but having to catch a train to get to your luggage? Sheesh.
Nevertheless, the crowd was very well behaved. People were talking and laughing, but they were standing in neat lines, waiting politely for others to pass. There was no pushing or shoving or screaming as there had been back at LAX. I’ve never travelled so far before, through so many time zones. It’s all so very big. But I like it. It’s friendly and welcoming and totally fascinating.
Lots of people were holding up signs with names on them.
And there they were, Lee and Harry, Lee holding a sign saying “Cherry” and Harry holding a bunch of bright yellow sunflowers.
Cherry pushed her trolley down the aisle then into the arrivals hall proper, and stood to the side as Li Chang and Song Hao made their way through the crowds to meet her.
Both men bowed slightly then broke into smiles.
“Welcome to Beijing, Cherry,” said Harry.
“I hope your journey was not too tiring,” added Lee.
“The flight was smooth. I made all my connections without any worries. Everything went well. Thank you for coming to meet me,” replied Cherry, rather disjointedly.
Harry handed her the flowers, bowing slightly again, as Lee took charge of her trolley.
They’re lovely flowers. How sweet of them to have brought them for me. It’s a really special gesture. So welcoming.
“Come this way. I’ll go and get the car while Harry waits with you and the luggage.”
Cherry nodded, trying to pull herself out of her daze as her blue-gray eyes looked around at the spectacular building, filled with light from its high glass walls, with lots of interesting metal shapes in the structure and huge artworks dotted around the floor space. And flowers. Lots of flowers, and plants in planter boxes.
“I can’t believe how big the airport is. I’ve never seen so many flowers inside. And thank you for the sunflowers, too. They’re so pretty.”
“Third largest building in the world by area,” said Lee. “That two-minute train trip to get your luggage took you two kilometers.”
“More than a mile,” nodded Cherry, too tired to do the math accurately.
“One and one quarter miles,” said Lee helpfully.
Lee effortlessly pushed the luggage trolley loaded with her two large suitcases and her wheeled carry-on, up a long slope to the exit. Cherry carried her purse and her flowers. They turned to the right where there were vehicle loading bays and Harry took charge of the trolley as Lee jogged off to retrieve their car.
“Please, sit down,” said Harry, gesturing to one of the benches. “Are you very tired from travelling?”
“I’m fine standing. I’ve been sitting for way too long. It was two hours to LA, twelve to Tokyo then a little over four to here. But it’s the jet lag I think that’s confusing me. My stomach tells me one time, while the clock is saying something quite different.”
“We’re sixteen hours ahead of Los Angeles, so that’s quite a big change.”
“And at home we were ahead of LA, and Tokyo is ahead of here so it’s all very confusing,” sighed Cherry. “But I’m glad to be here. And this is a stunning building. All the amazing shapes in the structure. I’m really looking forward to seeing some of the other places you built for the Olympic Games, like the Bird’s Nest Stadium, too.”
“It’ll be our pleasure to take you to see whatever you wish. And we’ll show you Big Underwear too. That’s what we call the CCTV headquarters building. It is not quite such a visual success as the National Stadium, the world’s largest steel structure,” Harry replied, calling the Bird’s Nest by its official name.
Just then several cars pulled up and people began loading their luggage, and right behind them was Lee in his and Harry’s car.
Cherry sat wide-eyed in the backseat of the car trying to absorb the atmosphere of Beijing, her new home.

Buy Link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/twice-the-love-by-berengaria-brown/

This book was previously named “Changing Cherry”.


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