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The Anonymous Amanuensis
by Judith B. Glad
Category: Romance/Historical Fiction
Description: When Eve Dixon decides to make her own way in a man's world, she doesn't count on having to do it disguised as a young man. When James Quinton, misogynistic entrepreneur, hires a secretary, he doesn't expect to be attracted to him--her. Once employed, Eve finds herself discovering that her taciturn, solemn employer is a charming, likable fellow, one she could easily fall in love with--if she were a woman. To further complicate her life, Quinton's younger sister develops a tendre for her brother's handsome secretary. Now Eve is caught in a tangle of her own devising. When her deception is revealed, Quinton is outraged--and intrigued. The outrage wins, and Eve's future extends barren before her, with only memories of love in her heart. Will Quinton, who sees her as one more treacherous woman in his life, find forgiveness possible?
eBook Publisher: Uncial Press, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: September 2007
 
16 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [294 KB]
Words: 68286
Reading time: 195-273 min.
"Plenty of Regency era background turns this fast-paced book into an enjoyable vacation to the past. The believable story of two hearts coming out of hiding and embracing love makes THE ANONYMOUS AMANUENSIS a romantic escape of the best kind."--Romance Reviews Today
"Regency fans are sure to enjoy the tale of Eve Dixon, a daring high-spirited young woman who falls in love with her stubborn woman-hating employer. 4 Angels!"--Naomi, Fallen Angels Reviews"...a delightful Regency romance, which offers us a spirited heroine who must defy the conventions of her time to make her way in the world ... a fresh and appealing story of hidden identity, peopled with strong, resourceful characters."--Maureen Mackey, author of Rosalinda's Revenge
"Eve, I will not lose you because my silly chit of a sister fancies herself in love with you. I could never find another secretary who ... plea ... who suited me as you do." He gave her a small shake and then released her. "No. You will stay and I will speak to Penny." Eve was mute, so great her relief at his words. The tears she had held back thus far now coursed down her cheeks, unstoppable. She blinked rapidly, ashamed. "Here, you young idiot." Quinton handed her his handkerchief. "Do you then like your position so much that it brings tears to your eyes?" He patted her back. "Ah, Eve, you are still such a lad. I am constantly amazed that one so young as you could be so competent." "I am sorry, sir." Eve dried her tears and blew her nose. "You must think me a witless ninny to give in to tears. They are so unmanly." She raised her chin and straightened her shoulders. Looking him firmly in the eye, she said, "I assure you, Mr. Quinton, that I am not in the habit of weeping like a child. It will not happen again, sir." Quinton's mouth twitched, then he broke into the first full voice laugh that Eve had ever heard from him. She stared at him, astonished. "Witless ninny!" Quinton gasped out between shouts of laughter. "Unmanly!" He gave her a resounding clout on the shoulder, knocking her askew in her chair. "You woolly headed young jackanapes! Here you are, barely out of short coats, and you worry about being unmanly! Come, drink up. I want to propose a toast." He continued to chuckle as he refilled their glasses. "To Mr. Evelyn Dixon, the most exemplary of secretaries and the oldest man of eight and ten that ever was!" He raised his glass to Eve.
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