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The Wild Heart [MultiFormat]
eBook by Gina Rossi
eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Georgina Blake flees a refined life in eighteenth century England to avoid a scandal. Determined to begin a new life, she voyages to the Cape of Good Hope, only to find death and destruction await, endangering those she holds dear. Though she is intrigued by stranger, Anton Villion, trader, adventurer and maverick, his arrival threatens her precarious security. Anton, himself privy to a painful secret, shadowed by heartbreak and seeking peace, is drawn to Georgina despite his hurt and mistrust, and his reservations about her history. In time, their growing love is thwarted by the past - and Louisa Somerville, hell bent on diverting Anton's attentions. Fate has thrown them together but can Anton and Georgina salvage their bond before destiny tears them apart? Together, can they find the strength and courage to embark on a journey to redemption and everlasting love?
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./English Tea Rose, Published: 2012
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2012
 
"It's a beautiful day."
She dropped her hand and looked at Villion, standing on the scratchy grass beside his magnificent black horse. And caught her breath.
He had shaved. The strong features, scraped clean of rough beard, stood out, perfect now, chiselled by the dancing morning light. His eyes, locked on hers, were blue enough to fade the sky. His thick, dark, hair, trimmed to unfashionable shortness by Sara, barely touched his collar. There would be a scant amount on his nape to gather into a velvet ribbon, although the notion of Villion in a ribbon, tight breeches and a velvet jacket, lace frothing at his wrists and throat, was ridiculous. Georgina pressed her lips together.
"Yes." She swallowed the smile that curved her mouth.
"Something amuses you greatly."
"I had imagined you at a soiree in Bath with a lace cravat and your hair tied in a velvet ribbon."
His eyebrows shot up as she blurted the words. He shouted with laughter; a joyful burst of energy. "Is that all I was wearing?"
She coloured as he steadied his blue gaze on her face.
"I jest, madam. It was a ludicrous sight, I am sure."
The laughter died the instant he saw her flush, but the teasing tone of his voice remained, not lost on Georgina. "You are a married woman," he said. "But even so, I fear I have overstepped the mark. My apologies."
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