The Angel of Soriano — Stella Marie Alden

Aurelia Nardini's heart raced when a boot squeaked behind her on the church floor. Using the taper's flame as a weapon, she turned and backed away slowly. "Stop right there or I scream."

"A sure way into Borgia's bed." With a voice soft and firm, the son of Signore Carvajal gazed dark eyes into hers, then clamped strong fingers around her wrist. She dropped the candle and the blaze went out.

What was his name? Bertoni? Bartholomew? Madonna. So raptured by his Spanish good looks, her mind had gone blank during the introductions. Even now as she struggled to get free, his firm leg muscles caused her to have the most unchaste thoughts.

The Angel of Soriano will melt your heart and ignite your passion. Prepare to be mesmerized way past midnight, unable to put down this spellbinding tale. HEA guaranteed.