I'm addicted to words. I admit it. I know it would take an extensive twelve-step program to get me off words. But I was beginning to tire of dystopian plot lines and racy romance novels that tried to insert sensuality into the nineteenth century, a time well known for its propriety. So when I found Edenbrooke, by Julianne Donaldson, I felt as if I had hit the clean romance jack pot. And I know you'll be sold too, once you read her writing. And did I mention she's already written a second clean romance novel? I promise that you'll be amazed by these two very different but equally sublime proper romances.