Friday Feature: Pure of Heart by Auria Jourdain
A ghost child left to die in a French forest, Contesse Blanchefort seeks her long-buried past after her adoptive father dies at the Bastille. Embarking on a quest across England with a pagan woman and a rogue Gypsy, Contesse falls ill in London, and her companions are forced to seek help. With overwhelming compassion, physician’s apprentice Eric McEwan nurses Contesse back to health, but discovers that her exotic accent and pale features set his heart ablaze…her mere touch brands his soul. Passion blooms as the two discover their love for one another—with disastrous consequences.
Upon his expulsion from Cambridge, Eric must battle his domineering grandfather’s wrath. When family tragedy strikes, he must return to his provincial home and confront his abusive past. Carrying on with her quest, Contesse struggles to free herself from her childhood as sinister details are revealed. Without Eric, she’s lost. But love is strong…can they conquer their demons to find one another again?
Eric wished the Earth would swallow him whole. He’d spent his entire life under the control of his father, and when he moved to London, he set out to finally be his own man. But here he was…still living under someone else’s reign, always a disappointment and never able to please. His grandfather had the money and power to sabotage his entire future. And what did I do…a grown man? I stood there and let him berate me! Eric hated his grandfather—but most of all, he despised himself.
Ripping the cravat from his neck, he jerked his overcoat and vest from his person and threw them to the hay-covered floor. Bellowing in fury, he picked up a stray horseshoe from the dirty straw, hurling it through a window with savage force. He sank to the floor and buried his head in his hands, anguish piercing his heart.
A few moments later, Contesse opened the barn door. Eric looked up at her, staring at her intently. Tears whispered at her lashes, and he chastised himself. Here he was, sitting on the dirty ground, feeling sorry for himself. She didn’t deserve a man as cowardly as him. Realizing he said the words out loud, he scowled.
With her head held high, Contesse padded over to him in her bare stockings and sat on her haunches, grabbing his hands. “You are more than worthy of me, Eric. Edouard Blanchefort would be proud I’ve chosen a good man with a pure heart.”
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History buff, Francophile, and hopeless romantic that demands an HEA—it’s the perfect mixture for writing romance! With fond childhood memories of reading on quiet afternoons, I loved the “happily ever after” sweet teen romances, but I quickly plunged into the world of historical romance—my get-away-from-real-life transporter. Add in a degree in Political Studies with six years of French, and twenty years later, I’m living my dream. With three published novels, 7 finished, and several more in my head, I have years of work ahead of me!
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