Susan has asked for your help finding a romance that sounds simply amazing. In the 0_0 sense.
I've been able to correctly identify the vast majority of my former guilty pleasures, but there's one that eludes me, and I remember having SO much fun reading it. On to the description!
In this book, the Heroine is an intrepid young woman in the Victorian era (or one of those eras in which women were expected to sigh, faint, and wear a corset, while lounging around the house, eating bonbons). She accepts a job offer in a place that would send most women screaming for the hills; instead, our Job-Seeker runs in the opposite direction, towards a dark, forbidding house that resides on a cliff near the ocean.
And who resides in that house? Why, the handsome, brooding hero! We'll call him Cliche. Job-seeker has taken on the job of typing Cliche's hand-written papers, because we all know that men's weeny fingers cannot handle the arduous task of pressing buttons repeatedly. That, or writing by hand is more manly.
In any case, Job-seeker must spend odd hours copying tedious manifestos, and taking down dictations for Cliche. There's one teensy, weensy problem, however. Someone is messing with her work, and causing it to either disappear, or is scattering them all over the room. There's also a ghost. A ghost that concerns Job-Seeker greatly, because she is rumored to be a former lover of Cliche, to whom Job-Seeker has become greatly attached. Did he kill her? Did he lock her up in an attic to die (*cough*)? I don't know! That's why I need your help.
I do remember one scene, which was the great romantic scene, where Cliche confronts Job-Seeker in a cave near the beach – you know it's serious business, because his arms were akimbo! Yes. That is what I remember about the romantic scene – not the kiss, not the sexual tension, but the fact that the man's arms were akimbo. Alas, that's all I can offer, save for a description of the cover, which probably won't be helpful at all. It had a woman running from a house, which, during the Mid-Nineties, described fully 99.99993% of all Gothic Fiction covers. I really, really want to read this book again, and I pray that this one wasn't just another construct of my over-imaginative brain. If it is, I promise I'll write it for you guys. (In all seriousness, you guys rock.)
Do you remember this book, with akimbo Cliche in all his glory?