Release date: 26 May 2014
When Garner Holt, a small-town attorney badly in need of an assistant to sort out his cluttered office, tries to hire a secretary from a résumé he receives in the mail, he doesn’t expect a super-secretary like Miss Angelina Brownwood, who has just moved to Arkansas from California. But she clearly understands computer technology and has no problem with applying a little elbow grease to marshal his dusty den of an office into order. He wonders what her real agenda is—especially when he suspects that she has never been a secretary before in her life.
Still, he finds himself enchanted by her joyful approach to life and sets himself to get rid of the dark circles beneath her eyes by showing her how to jog and eat a healthy diet. He takes her to a party where he discovers she has a knack for making friends and hauls her home when she manages to drink too much. He decides to do an online search and discovers he is right: Angie Brownwood has never been a secretary.
In fact, Garner is stunned to learn that she taught herself secretarial work from books. She had been a high-powered software executive until her father, who owned the company, went berserk and fired her. To his further amazement, he realizes she considers herself liberated from a life of drudgery and that she loves being a secretary. Powerfully attracted to her outlook, he wants to make her his, but her father needs help, and Angie is not going to welcome his interference in the wonderful new life she has built for herself.
by Kathryn Brocato
Sensuality Level: Behind Closed Doors
Kathryn Brocato is a lifelong reader and writer of romance who lives with her husband, dogs, and chickens in Southeast Texas. Find Kathryn Brocato at www.kathrynbrocato.com and on Facebook.
An excerpt from Bride by the Book:
Garner heard the door open and close.
“Come in,” he said, and rose swiftly. He had to stand so he could see over the stacks.
Before he could do more than think, At last, Miss Angelina Brownwood turned fully toward him.
Garner couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d prayed for a secretary, and God had delivered him a super-secretary, at least judging from her appearance.
Angelina Brownwood wore a white linen suit with a pale blue silk blouse, along with high-heeled brown pumps and a jewel-toned scarf knotted at her throat. Her pale blond hair was pinned in a precise French twist at the back of her head. Her face was exquisitely but delicately made-up, and her short nails were painted a pale, unobtrusive pink. The crowning touch to her appearance was a pair of thin-rimmed, tortoise-shell glasses that added to the impression of elegant, businesslike efficiency.
She was perfect, Garner realized in stunned silence. Too perfect. She was so beautifully precise, she took his breath away. He could tell by looking at her that he probably couldn’t afford the salary she’d request, and a woman like her would never consent to do something about his piles of books and folders. She’d tell him to hire a maid.
She was here though. Garner supposed he might as well interview her. He cleared his throat.
“Mr. Holt?” Angie asked, lifting delicate brows.
Her heart fluttered. Why didn’t he say something? After all the time and effort she’d put into choosing clothing that projected the image of a top-flight executive secretary, she couldn’t imagine why he looked so stunned.
Maybe he recognized her. Angie’s breathing went shallow. Her palms felt clammy. Her heartbeat probably showed through the discreet blue silk of her blouse.
He reached for a chair near his desk. Angie breathed easier. He wasn’t going to throw her out. She thanked the impulse that had guided her to add a pair of glasses to her secretarial outfit.
“Come on in and sit down, Miss Brownwood.”
He smiled, and the brooding look she was beginning to think was his habitual expression vanished, replaced by a formidable charm. It was as if the sun had come out and chased off the clouds.
Respect your employer. The professional secretary does not allow a warmer attraction to develop.
Angie tried not to stare. Her ten well-studied secretarial manuals had been clear on the point of romances between secretaries and bosses, but recalling quotes on the subject of romantic feelings wasn’t much help in getting her careening thoughts back under rigid control.