Loving Purity

The Wild Rose Press

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 73,911
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An exquisite beauty...

Tortured nobleman, Winston Daniel Beaumont, is captivated by the uninhibited innocence of the woman who bathes beneath a moonless mid-summer sky. Alas, despite his gentle urging, she will not reveal her true identity.

A woman in hiding...

Forced to flee her home to escape her lecherous step-brother, Evelyn Purittson must mask her identity--even from the handsome stranger who shows her the ways of love and ignites passions deep within her.

A secret that could destroy them all...

As love blossoms, Beau realizes he and Eve share a common enemy--one who holds a knowledge so scandalous it could keep them apart forever.

Discover the power and enchantment that is "Loving Purity."

Loving Purity
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Loving Purity

The Wild Rose Press

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 73,911
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The room suddenly seemed to fill with his appearance.

His stance was commanding yet relaxed. His broad shoulders seemed to stretch from one wall to the other. Strong, well-muscled legs were obvious through his evening attire as was his narrow waist. Eve tried to admire him as inconspicuously as possible. When he turned her way, she inhaled sharply. His eyes were matchless in color: a vibrant, sapphire adorned with long, dark lashes. His hair was a rich brown with lighter streaks framing his face, and when he smiled, Eve noticed a single dimple to the left of his full lips. Taking the whole of him in, she felt her stomach tremble.

Introductions were made around the room; Eve tried to stay relaxed and in control of her composure until Donald escorted him to her side.

“Lord Beaumont, may I introduce you to Elizabeth’s dear friend, Miss Eve Purity. Eve is visiting us from Paris.”

Lord Beaumont bowed slowly. When he straightened, he gently picked up Eve’s hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle.” His eyes flashed with brilliance.

Eve felt tiny jolts of pleasure beginning where his hand touched hers, traveling down her arm and spreading over her body. He didn’t recognize her—her secret was still safe. As she relaxed in that small victory, she was assaulted again with the realization that he was a spectacular specimen of a man.

“A pleasure to meet you as well, Monsieur.” She smiled up into his intense eyes. There she witnessed a combination of warmth and savvy. A man to reckon with, of that she was certain.

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