Amy Pennza Boeken

Is it possible to escape polygamy? Find true love? Well-behaved women don't ask these questions. Not in my world. My name is Elizabeth Hyde. Actually, no. It's Grant. In the real world, I'm Elizabeth Grant. My husband's name is Hyde, and he has three other wives. No one can know that. Obviously. In the strict religious community I was born into, women have clearly defined roles. They're homemakers and caregivers. They rear children. But I don't have any children, which means I have something of a ticket to the outside. Big families need money, and it's time for me to get a job. And I'm loving this job. Being a medical assistant might not sound impressive to most people, but it's a lot more exciting than making dinner for a family of twenty. I have to admit, the job isn't the only thing that excites me. Lately, I've been getting close to Evan Adgate, the doctor who runs the medical center. He's my opposite in every way: funny, smart, wealthy, educated. It's no wonder the man turns heads. Heaven help me, he turns mine. But Evan and I can never be together. We can never be anything. No matter how many talks or dinners we have, my secrets will always be a barrier between us. It's better if we keep things professional. Now I just have to keep telling myself that.