The Duplicitous Debutante  -- Becky Lower

The Duplicitous Debutante
Book Six

As the long-anticipated Cotillion Ball approaches, debutante Rosemary Fitzpatrick’s fertile mind is about to land her in all kinds of trouble—with no way out! Rosemary’s debut at the ball is the last thing on her mind—because for the past few years, Rosemary, one of New York society’s beautiful young ladies, has led a double life as that of a dime novel author. In her wild west stories, her handsome hero, Harry Hawk, lives a dangerous life filled with unexpected adventures that her readers believe to be written by a man—F. P. Elliott. The catch is, so does her publisher. 

When Henry Cooper takes over the publishing enterprise in New York from his father, he insists on meeting with each author in person. Rosemary must protect her clandestine career by posing as the enigmatic author’s secretary. But during their meetings, Henry begins to fall in love with Mr. Elliott’s “secretary”, and her duplicity in their dealings begins to be a bigger burden than she ever imagined as she loses her heart to him, as well.

When her deception begins to unravel at the Cotillion Ball, will Henry forgive her—or has deceit cost her the man she loves?

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Five Stars from A Cup of Tea and a Big Book
I greatly enjoyed this book and was intrigued from the moment I made it past page 2.

Five stars from Cryptic Reads
If a clever, witty, and entertaining read is what you're looking for, The Duplicitous Debutante definitely fits the bill!

Five stars from The Reading Café
I adore this series and if you are historical romance lover, you will appreciate that this is set in US as opposed to Europe like most HR books are. I personally find that refreshing!


Harry Hawk and the Tycoon’s Daughter—Book Six in the Harry Hawk Series

Harry Hawk stared down the barrel of his Colt .45. A huge Sioux Indian was in his sights, but was holding the girl in front of him as a shield. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she struggled against the man, and she trembled as she kept her eyes on the end of Harry’s gun.

New York City, March 1859

Rosemary Fitzpatrick laid her fountain pen on the paper, oblivious to the blob of ink that fell from its tip and damaged the page. She picked up the letter she had received earlier in the day.

It was her own gun, and she was staring down the barrel.

The letter informed her that her publisher, Page Books, had been sold, as Mr. Page had retired. The new company, Cooper and Son Publishing, was sending an envoy from Boston to New York to meet with all the authors. And to decide whom to keep.

She read the words between the lines. And whom to cut.

She had never met Mr. Page. All their correspondence had been through the post. So Mr. Page had no idea one of his best-selling dime novel authors was a woman. F.P. Elliott was the name she’d come up with when she was only fourteen and submitted her first story, not once imagining she’d become one of Mr. Page’s most productive and popular authors.

She had only two days in which to find someone to impersonate F.P. Elliott.