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What an Earl Wants

By: Shirley Karr | Other books by Shirley Karr
Published By: HarperCollins e-books
Published: May 01, 2009
ISBN # 9780060742300
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Categories: Romance>Historical Other Fiction

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A delightful Regency­era tale of an earl who always gets his way and the woman who is determined to resist his charms...by an exciting debut author!

The Earl of Sinclair is fit to be tied! His servants have been pairing up and eloping, leaving the rest of his household staff referring to him as the matchmaking earl. His newest hire is his secretary Quincy.

It isn't long before his insolent employee wraps the household staff around his finger, which Sinclair is willing to overlook, especially when he realises that the backside he finds himself constantly staring at is not that of a boy, but of a full­grown woman! Quincy never actually lied; she simply never said she wasn't a he.

Desperate for employment, she dressed as any secretary would and let her employer make his own assumptions. Now if only she can keep her mind on her work instead of Sinclair's devilish charm, she just may stop herself from falling in love with him.

 
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Excerpt:
LondonMarch 1816

"It ain't my job," cried a feminine voice out in the hall." 'T'ain't mine, neither," a male voice replied.More voices joined in the squabble, and the volume rose.

Benjamin, Earl of Sinclair, leaned forward in his leatherchair and wondered what else would go wrong today. Hestared at the young applicant seated across the desk fromhim, who stared calmly back, unfazed by the shoutingmatch. Just as Sinclair was about to rise to quiet down theservants, the group moved on. Silence reigned at last.

"Why should I hire you, Mr. Quincy?" Sinclair sank backinto the chair cushion.

Blast. Now he couldn't see over the ledgers and paperspiled on his desk. He sat forward again, studying the youngman seated opposite. "I've already interviewed five othersecretaries this morning, each with more experience thanyou. I doubt you even shave yet."

Quincy adjusted one clean but frayed cuff, his gazenever leaving Sinclair's. "Is shaving a requirement for theposition?"

Sinclair blinked in surprise. He propped his boot heelson one corner of the desk, sending a pile of folios sliding tothe floor. They disappeared amongst other piles already litteringthe carpet. He stared at Quincy from around a remaining,quivering stack. "I haven't decided yet."

Another commotion in the hall made them both glance atthe door. Voices rose and fell, then faded away altogether,and Sinclair returned to the task at hand. He picked up asheet of foolscap from a pile still balanced on his desk."Since you've only had one previous employer, and you say Baron—" he glanced at the signature at the bottom of thesheet "—Bradwell recently died, I can't even verify thisreference. How do I know it's not a fake?"

"You don't." Quincy pushed his spectacles farther up onthe bridge of his nose, concealing the expression in his grayeyes. Or were they green?

Sinclair studied the lad. Though wearing a threadbarecoat, the set of his shoulders spoke of confidence, and theset of his chin suggested a stubborn streak. Quincy mightdesperately need this job, but he wasn't begging for it. Another,still louder commotion in the hall interrupted Sinclair'sperusal.

It was beyond Sinclair how being short by just one maidcould cause such chaos. Why weren't the upper servantshandling this? Sinclair slid his heels off the desk, stalked tothe door, and yanked it open. Half his household staff stoodclustered in the hall, abruptly silent at his appearance. "Doyou mind?"

The servants scattered amid a chorus of "Beg pardon,milord" and "Won't 'appen again, milord."

By Juno, he'd had more peace and quiet when theycamped a mile from Boney's forces. Sinclair returned to hischair with a sigh and propped his feet once more on thedesk. "Give me one good reason why I should hire you,Quincy. Just one."

Quincy gestured toward the door. "I could get your businessaffairs in order, so you would be free to get your householdaffairs in order."

Sinclair shook his head. "Any of the men I interviewed this morning could do that. Why should I hire you?"

Quincy pushed his spectacles up again. "I can forge yoursignature."

Sinclair's feet slammed to the floor, all annoyance gone."The devil you say."

The young man continued as though discussing theweather. "As my employer, you could supervise my activities.Make certain they were in your best interest."

Sinclair raised one eyebrow. "I could have you thrown inNewgate."

"You could, but that would be a waste, wouldn't it, mylord?" Quincy pointed at the mountain of mail teetering betweenthem on the desk. "If I were in prison, I wouldn't beable to save you from all that dull paperwork. You should beout tending your properties or attending balls and such, nothere signing every little thing...

What an Earl Wants

By: Shirley Karr
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