After being jilted by her fiancé, Autumn Maguire uses her nonrefundablehoneymoon tickets to explore Paris on her own. Eager to experience thetrue bohemian lifestyle, she answers an ad for an artist's model. When sheexchanges her clothes for the artist's lush red cloak, something strangehappens—a feeling of intense sensual reawakening overcomes her. Suddenlylightning strikes and through the power of black magic she's thrust back into—
—the nineteenth century where the scandalous painter Paul Borquet is insistingshe become his Titian-haired muse. Between everyone's strange clothing, theclaustrophobic Parisian streets and the overpowering pull of sexual desire,Autumn can't process—just where the heck is she and how did she get here?And frankly, with Paul's expert caresses imprinted on her body, does she reallycare about going back to present day?
Me animé con esta novela xq me gustan las aventuras a través del tiempo y había leído “El perfume de Cleopatra” q sin ser espectacular me gustó mucho. Pero lastimosamente no se repitió el gusto con éste. Ya desde las primeras páginas te das cuenta q el tema es bastante inverosímil. Se entiende q estes con el corazón destrozado y todo y obviamente París se supone q tendría q levantarte el ánimo pero de ahí a entrar en cualquier lugar y empezar a sacarte la ropa, de buenas a primeras, xq te lo dice un tipo q disque pintor, hay un rato largo. Hay algunas escenas q la verdad no pasan de absurdas e innecesarias xq no llevan la historia a ningún lado; los personajes secundarios, en lugar de ayudar a sostener la trama realmente no pintan gran cosa y lo digo como gran fan de los secundarios bien moldeados. Y la verdad que toda la historia me ha parecida bastante chabacana. Y el final…REALLYYYYY???? Le doy una Estrella x calificar algo pero en realidad no creo q se merezca ni eso. TO BAD… SO SAD!!!
I hated this story. It became more and more of a nightmare to read than something enjoyable. Autumn, the main character travels back in time to the 19th century to find the artist of a self-portrait she finds herself lusting over in the present day. She finds the artist (Paul), but she also continues to encounter other sleazy characters who want to own her, rape her or kill her just because she has the body of a 19-year-old. The author makes any sex in the back streets of Paris--other than with her artist lover--sounds absolutely distasteful and not the least bit erotic. The author wants to fashion the book after Nicole Kidman playing in "Moulin Rouge", but without even acknowledging it, the author also incorporates a scene that is more similar to one of Nicole Kidman's other movies: "Eyes Wide Shut." The author then tries to finish the finish the book with the stereotypical "happy ending" for the romantic lovers, but by the end I'm so disgusted with the book that I would have preferred the tragic ending, more similar to that of "Moulin Rouge."