by Karen Booth
Their sizzling chemistry
could burn them both!
What clashes in the boardroom
combusts in the bedroom!
Working at her late ex-husband’s company, socialite Astrid Sterling finds new purpose. If only star architect Clay Morgan would give her a chance instead of the cold shoulder. But a truce that explodes into blinding passion leaves Astrid breathless—and torn. The single dad already has trust issues—and Astrid has a secret that could shatter everything they’ve built...
“I just want to understand.”
“Understand what? Me?” He nearly started laughing. As far as he was concerned, he was an easy case. If he was left alone to live his life, he’d be just fine.
“Yes, you.” Astrid gripped his elbow and her warmth traveled through his body at warp speed. “I want to be able to work with you. I want to learn from you, and collaborate, and try to soak up at least a little of your brilliance.”
He stood, paralyzed. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say to that. She was so earnest, so unrelenting in her pursuit of a compromise. As far as he was concerned, that only made her more dangerous.
“Why do you hate me, Clay? I’m struggling to understand what I did.”
“I don’t hate you.” It’s that I can’t stop thinking about you.
* * *
High Society Secrets by Karen Booth is part of
The Sterling Wives series.
Dear Reader,
Thanks for picking up book two in The Sterling Wives trilogy, High Society Secrets!
If you’re jumping into the series, it started when a wealthy, enigmatic man died unexpectedly, leaving controlling interest of his company to his current wife, along with his two ex-wives. The three women are thrust into a partnership, but none of them are sure they can trust the others.
High Society Secrets revolves around Astrid, the second wife, who is unlike any heroine I’ve ever written. She’s a former model and accustomed to men fawning over her, but inside, she’s a tough but sensitive woman who is deeply passionate. She’s paired with Clay, the brother of the third wife in the series. (If you’re sensing some drama, you’d be right!) Clay is intense and fiercely protective. I loved writing about the dynamic between these two fiery characters.
I hope you enjoy High Society Secrets, and stay tuned for the final book in the trilogy. In the meantime, drop me a line any time at [email protected]. I love hearing from readers!
Karen
Karen Booth
High Society Secrets
Karen Booth is a Midwestern girl transplanted in the South, raised on ’80s music and repeated readings of Forever by Judy Blume. When she takes a break from the art of romance, she’s listening to music with her college-aged kids or sweet-talking her husband into making her a cocktail. Learn more about Karen at karenbooth.net.
Books by Karen Booth
Harlequin Desire
The Eden Empire
A Christmas Temptation
A Cinderella Seduction
A Bet with Benefits
A Christmas Rendezvous
Dynasties: Seven Sins
Forbidden Lust
The Sterling Wives
Once Forbidden, Twice Tempted
High Society Secrets
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This book is for all women who make a point
of supporting and lifting up other women.
You make the world a better place.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Excerpt from The Devil’s Bargain by Kira Sinclair
Excerpt from Scandalous Secrets by Synithia Williams
One
Clay Morgan was too much—a skyscraper of a man with stormy blue-gray eyes and a mop of nearly black hair that begged for Astrid Sterling’s touch. She watched him from across the room at the bustling cocktail party as he stood apart from the crowd, observing. Taking it all in. An architect, he possessed a brilliant mind, a brain that could create something out of nothing. It was a marvel to see in action, a luxury Astrid had every workday. But Clay also had a stern heart, possibly chiseled out of ice. Or at least that was all Astrid could surmise, judging by the disposition he saved for her.
She’d done nothing to deserve it. Not a thing. And it was slowly driving her mad.
Grant Singleton was hosting this evening, at his showpiece of a home in La Jolla, California. Grant was CEO of the company Astrid worked for, Sterling Enterprises, a real estate development firm started by Astrid’s now-deceased ex-husband. Astrid also owned seventeen percent of the company, so she wasn’t your average employee. Although Clay, who worked with her on the Seaport Promenade team, treated her as though she was.
She plucked a glass of champagne from a tray when one of the party’s servers offered. “Thank you,” she said to the young man.
“Beautiful night,” he answered, by way of small talk.
Astrid looked over her shoulder. Outside the wall of windows rimming Grant’s modern home, tall palms bent in the swift ocean breeze. The fronds chaotically ruffled in the wind, set against an inky, moonlit sky. The scene was like Clay—shadowy and mysterious—but calling to her all the same. She wished she could be out there with him right now, so they could be alone, away from the office, and she could try to shake free some of what was pent up in his head. She was desperate for answers. Why was he so cold and closed off? Why did he treat her with such utter disdain?
“Absolutely gorgeous.” The server’s voice got her attention.
Astrid turned back, catching him as he stole an eyeful of her. She smiled and ignored the way it made her feel like an object. She was more than used to it by now, and had learned not to acknowledge it or question it or even care. It happened dozens of times a day. Funnily enough, when she’d been a gangly and awkward teen, she would have done anything for that sort of male attention. When she finally grew into her frame and her sharp edges began to round out, her whole world changed—a modeling career, a one-way ticket out of her home country of Norway, and ultimately, a boulder of a diamond from Johnathon Sterling. The marriage didn’t last, but she’d had a few years of his love. She was grateful for what it had given her. She certainly wouldn’t be standing in this room right now if it hadn’t been for him.
“Thank you again,” she said to the server, impatient to return her focus to Clay. This was one of the rare times she got to see him away from work, and she wanted to study his interactions with others, particularly his sister, Miranda, who had just arrived. Astrid’s connection to Miranda was improbable—Miranda had been married to Astrid’s ex-husband, Johnathon, when he died two months ago. Astrid also, quite unfortunately, had learned a terrible secret about the start of Miranda’s marriage to Johnathon. Astrid was desperate to keep it buried forever, but it was eating at her nonetheless. Astrid liked Miranda quite a bit. Plus, she knew what it was like to have once been wed to a man who took whatever he wanted.
“Let me know if you need anything,” the server said before departing.
&n
bsp; What I really need is a map of Clay Morgan, or at the very least, a set of instructions.
On the other side of the room, Grant gently tapped a spoon against his champagne glass, begging for everyone’s attention. Tara, the first of Johnathon Sterling’s wives, joined him. Together, Tara, Miranda, and Astrid had controlling interest of Sterling Enterprises. The announcement Grant was about to make likely impacted them all, greatly.
“I first want to thank you all for coming this evening. I have several exciting announcements to make.” Grant’s warm brown eyes lit up with anticipation. He loved his job and was an able company leader.
Clay, for his part, stuffed his hands into his pants pockets and leaned against a nearby column. Astrid couldn’t help but admire the long plane of his body—the defined chest currently wrapped up in a well-made black dress shirt, the dip of his trim waist, and the legs that seemed to stretch on for eternity. She marveled at his ability to convey power and brilliance in the most casual of ways, all while he remained oblivious to the effect he had on her and quite possibly, other women.
“As many of you know,” Grant continued, “About two weeks ago, on September 7, Sterling Enterprises passed the first round for the Seaport Promenade project with the city. We couldn’t have done it without the dedication of the entire team, including Clay Morgan, Astrid Sterling, and of course, Tara.” Grant reached for Tara’s hand, and Astrid saw the moment when their fingers hooked and their connection became palpable. They’d fallen in love, despite the fact that Tara had sworn there was nothing going on between them. “Which leads me to my next announcement. Tara and I are not only planning to operate the company as co-CEOs from this day forward, we’re engaged to be married.”
There was a gasp from the throng of guests, followed quickly by a roar of applause and guests hurrying to offer their congratulations. Astrid hung back, and she couldn’t ignore the fact that Clay was doing the same. Astrid had her own reasons for being reticent about the purported happy news. She, Tara, and Miranda had a deal. They were supposed to be a coalition within Sterling, and the whole thing had been Tara’s idea, a plan hatched after Johnathon divided his majority interest in the company between his three wives. Tara’s engagement to the current CEO would at best divide her loyalties, and at worst, tear them away for Miranda and Astrid.
Astrid wound her way through the crowd until she reached Miranda, who was standing not far from Tara and Grant, apparently waiting for the moment when she could congratulate them.
“Did you know about this?” Astrid asked.
Miranda shook her head. “I had my suspicions. It makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? They’ve known each other for years, and the few times I’ve been around them both, I definitely sensed a spark.”
“But co-CEOs?” Astrid asked the question as quietly as possible. “Between that and the engagement, it seems that Tara has fully aligned herself with Grant, when she was supposed to be doing that with us.”
Miranda nodded, focusing on Astrid. She was one of the few people who took Astrid seriously. “Let’s talk to her, then. See where we stand.”
They approached Tara, who seemed totally swept up by the moment. “Can we talk with you?” Astrid was already leading them into a corner of the room for privacy.
“Yes. Of course. What’s up?” Tara asked.
“First off, congratulations,” Miranda said.
Astrid was more than a little annoyed that she had to be the one solely focused on business right now. “Yes, congratulations. I’m very happy for you both.” She scanned Tara’s face, which was relaxed and confident. “But I also have a question.”
“Let me guess,” Tara said. “You’re concerned that I’m in too deep with Grant.”
“You’re getting married and you’re co-CEOs. I don’t think it’s possible for you to be in any deeper,” Astrid answered.
“Don’t you have to consult with us before you assume the position of co-CEO?” Miranda asked.
“Technically, yes. And of course, you two are able to register your objections, if you have any. But this is good for the three of us. I’m no longer merely floating around the company with an ambiguous role. I have the title and all of the power that affords me. That’s good for us. If anything, it protects our interest in the company.”
Astrid wished she could be so sure. “As long as you’re still dedicated to the Seaport Promenade project.” As far as Astrid was concerned, this was the perfect time for her to be selfish and push her own agenda. That project, a large undertaking for the city that involved what would eventually be a vast public space, kept her working with Clay. She very much wanted the chance. If he truly didn’t like her, she at least had to figure out why.
“Yes. I need some assurances that it will happen,” Miranda added. She had her own reasons for caring deeply about the Seaport. It had been Johnathon’s pet project before his untimely death more than two months ago. “Any progress on naming the park after Johnathon?”
“I’m still working on that,” Tara said.
Just then, Grant waved Tara over. Clay had joined him, and the two were quickly deep in discussion.
“I hope you can excuse me for one minute,” Tara said, not waiting for an answer and marching over to the two men.
“What are those three talking about?” Astrid asked.
“I have a feeling I know,” Miranda said. “I think there’s big news for my brother.”
“One last announcement, everyone,” Grant called out before Astrid had a chance to inquire more. “I want to congratulate the firm’s star architect, Clay Morgan, on being a finalist for the state Architect of the Year.”
Miranda began to furiously clap, and so did Astrid, but her heart was also breaking a little as she watched Clay’s reaction. He offered the obligatory smile, but it was so glaringly obvious, at least to her, that he was not enjoying this moment in the spotlight. How sad was that? This was a big accomplishment. What was it about him that he seemed to take no joy in anything?
Astrid felt an urgent need to at least fix that look on his face, and she rushed over to him in Miranda’s wake. She watched as Miranda and Clay embraced. There was an obvious warmth between them as brother and sister, a bond that seemed strong and loving. So he wasn’t made of pure ice, or at least not when it came to family. Miranda stepped back and Clay’s sights flew to Astrid. For a moment, it felt as though her heart was being squeezed like a stress ball as their gazes connected and she tried to decipher what must be going through his head. In that split-second, she reached no conclusion, other than that she wanted to hug him, too, but she was certain he would recoil.
Instead, she did the only thing she could think to do. She offered a handshake. “Congratulations, Clay. It’s so exciting. I’m honored to be working with you on the Seaport project. I can’t wait for us to start on the next phase together.”
Clay looked down at her hand. “Thanks. But I’m going to ask to be taken off the project.”
Astrid’s heart dropped so low it was currently residing near her feet. “But why?”
“I’m not sure you and I work well together.”
* * *
It hurt like hell to say that to Astrid, and the devastated look on her stunning face was making it that much more difficult. But it was the truth. They didn’t work together well. He was endlessly distracted by her. He made mistakes when they worked together and he prided himself on not doing that. He’d made a gaffe on the Seaport Promenade several weeks ago and it could have cost them the entire project. Luckily, Tara had discovered his mistake before the first presentation. The Architect of the Year definitely did not suffer such lapses, and he wanted that award more than anything. Aside from his young daughter and his sister, Miranda, Clay had nothing else in the world to pin any happiness to. His job was a crucial part of his life. It helped to define him.
Astrid—with her willowy legs, sweet personality, and
beguiling honey-gold hair—was standing between him and the very function of his brain. They’d been working together for well over a month and things weren’t getting better. In fact, they might be getting worse. When she was around, he was all thumbs. He found himself searching for words, and he was a man with a large vocabulary—surely there had to be some verbiage that was easily accessible. But no. Not when Astrid was close.
He instead found himself concentrating on the curve of her full lips, enchanted by her wide cocoa-brown eyes. He couldn’t afford to fall for another beautiful face. It had ruined his entire life the other time he’d shown such weakness, for the woman who became his wife, only to leave him and his precious daughter behind.
He would not take a single step toward that mistake again. His daughter and career were too important. But he wasn’t about to throw Astrid under the bus. She was a capable partner in her work, leaving him with no choice but to remove himself from the equation. It was a sacrifice he had to make to save his own skin.
“You can’t be serious,” Astrid said in reply to his assertion that they didn’t make a good team. “We work together so well. We made it through the first round on the Seaport project and don’t forget, that was on a very tight timeline.”
“What was that I heard about Seaport? Are you two talking shop?” Grant turned and stepped into the middle of their conversation.
Clay had planned on speaking to Grant about this in a private meeting on Monday morning, not launching into it in front of anyone else, especially not Astrid. “We were, actually. I’m wondering if I can be taken off the project, so I can shift to some of the more pressing jobs we have ahead.”
A deep crease formed between Grant’s eyes. “I thought you were enjoying it. And it’s such a high profile assignment. I would think that with the Architect of the Year nomination, this is your time to step into the spotlight, not out of it.”
Tara had apparently overheard and excused herself from the person she’d been chatting with. Clay wanted to disappear into himself. He never should have allowed this to be discussed in the middle of a cocktail party. It was stupid and foolish and entirely too public. Clay was a deeply private person. He’d always been that way.