ETA:
Okay, couldn't stand losing any more braincells. The romance is more of the chemistry-less insta-lust that romance characters indulge in, and it is cringe-worthy. Characters are sort of thrown in one after another with little development, so I while I might know their role, they are throw-away characters not worth remembering. The writing style of the author is fluffy romance, which doesn't at all convince me when she writes her heroine getting angsty about her harsh, tough, covert-ops, death-dealing past that couldn't possibly happen because, ahem, NO WOMEN in Special Forces. The writing wasn't good enough to get me to suspend my disbelief of that fact. And did I mention the cringe-worthy romance? Yeah. Crying shame, since there are next to no BWAM romances that aren't XXX.
Will not finish.
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What I previously wrote:
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Blasian romance!
So far the writing holds up okay. But there is one initial issue that stretches my incredulity. The heroine is touted as retired from Special Forces, having participated in many covert operations and being friends with all sorts of morally ambiguous military folks who don't mind resorting to murder to solve problems, even when it's stateside.
However, I'm pretty sure women aren't allowed in combat roles in Special Forces. If women were in Special Forces, it'd be in rear-support, far far away from any sort of violent, dangerous, covert mission that the author purports her heroine to have experienced. So strike one for the lean, mean killing machine heroine who teaches elementary school.
Second quibble-- The author does a pretty good job introducing the Chinese businessman to the heroine. However, when the author switches point of view to the Chinese business man when he's with his son, she makes him awfully mooshy. He hugs the kid, gathers him in his arms and strokes his hair, saying sappy nice things such as
"Your mother's life was short but she gave me a gift so that no matter what happens I'll never be without her. That gift is you. I love you more than my own life and your mother loved you even more..."
MUSHY. And you know what? Chinese people don't say 'love'. They also don't hug, or show overt physical signs of affection, unless they've been acclimated out of it by an excess of huggy, American friends, or are young, trendy, and westernized.
Third (minor) quibble: The heroine gets turned on by his faint "sandalwood" scent. That made me laugh, because if I smelled that, I think GRANDMA, not animal attractions. Oh well, the author is trying...
Will update as I read further...