AT THE TURN OF THE CENTURY,
ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN
His was timeless perfection, molded by a genius. He stood
magnificently tensed for action, noble, confident, and
invincible. His firm hips cradled superior masculinity.
His body reflected the heroic ideal of an age; once every
thousand years such a flawless man existed. And Honoria
Psyche Fitzhugh recognized in him the soulmate she'd always
pined for and the champion she sorely needed. Too bad he
was a stone-cold statue....
...A statue on which Honor had staked her career as a
museum curator. As Honor examined his awesome grace, she
could not help reaching out to trace the outline of his
taut muscles. But when the white marble turned to warm
flesh under her fingertips, Honor knew she would risk more
than her future in the art world for the man she had
liberated with her touch.
His sculpted legs, poised for whatever challenges lay
ahead, stepped off his pedestal, and his chiseled arms,
sharply defined with strength, wrapped around her, and
Honor knew he had the power to cast the shape of her future.
At the dawn of a new millennium, Honor had awakened a true
Renaissance man, but had she found a love to carry her into
the next century?