Bitchin' Blog Posts
This book is a little older, probably 10-15 years, as I remember reading it in high school. It was your garden variety Victorian (or possibly Regency) romance: well-bred miss marries redeemable rake. It may even have been a marriage of convenience struck between the two, but none of that matters. The only pertinent detail I remember is the hero’s business ambitions. A Birds of Paradise brothel (yay! theme whore houses!). Hubby’s plans are not without some contention on the part of the heroine, but he goes ahead with them up to the very last minute. While auditioning the first chick, a canary doing a tap dance on his man-parts, he realizes that plumed hookers are not nearly as entertaining as one would originally assume. Unfortunately, as soon as he has the opening-a-whore-house-might-not-endear-me-to-my-wife and-please-get-your-foot-off-my-manhood epiphany, none other than well-bred miss walks in the door. And that’s it. All I remember.
I tried Googling Birds of Paradise brothel, but upon reflection, it was probably not the best search phrase. So I know it’s only one scene, but you have to admit, it’s kind of unique and I’m hoping it stuck in someone’s memory better than mine. Help! Please!
Anyone else find this one absolutely hilarious? “Google the Birds of Paradise Brothel?” Best. Euphemism. Ever.