There's little to mark The Virgin's Secret out from any of the other books of the genre out there. It has the requisite cover with woman in a passionate embrace, it's the usual length for this kind of book, the curly font and overblown language on the back cover are what one would expect, etc., etc. The story within is fairly formulaic as well; it felt very familiar to me. However, if that's what you want from a book, this one will not disappoint.

Nathanial Harrington is an adventurer surprised to discover Gabriella Montini, a woman he just met at a ball, breaking into his house. In rather a departure from probability, he and his family invite Gabriella to live with them once they hear her tale of woe. Her late brother found a special ancient artifact but discovered it had been stolen just before his death. Nathanial and his brother, Quinton, are suspects in the theft, as are two other gentlemen.

Gabriella isn't telling the entire truth, of course; she carries secrets from her past, and she doesn't trust Nathanial immediately. As they work together to try to find out who stole the artifact, though, they begin to learn to trust each other. Will they get to the bottom of the story? And will they realize that they are made for each other.

The irritating historical inaccuracy overall feels as if the author hasn't tried very hard for verisimilitude. People called each other by their first names on casual acquaintance; societies of scholars and antiquarians are arranged just like a modern American museum might be. I wasn't really convinced by much of this story and found it fairly uninteresting at times. Its run-of-the-mill nature isn't enough to lift it above the vast quantities of other books of this genre out there.