Heaven's rogue

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 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 case the shape of her future. At the dawn of a new millennium, Honor awakened a true Renaissance man, but had she found a love to carry her into the next century?