Secrets of a Shy Socialite [NOOK Book]

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Jena was always "the good Piermont twin," preferring nursing others over life in the limelight. Seducing her all-time crush was the bravest and definitely the most outrageous thing she's ever done. What did giving in to her desire bring her? Two adorable baby girls! But the social fallout will be nothing compared to confessing the truth to the unsuspecting father.

And how will he react when Jena reveals her most heartbreaking secret of all?

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Overview


Jena was always "the good Piermont twin," preferring nursing others over life in the limelight. Seducing her all-time crush was the bravest and definitely the most outrageous thing she's ever done. What did giving in to her desire bring her? Two adorable baby girls! But the social fallout will be nothing compared to confessing the truth to the unsuspecting father.

And how will he react when Jena reveals her most heartbreaking secret of all?

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460304457
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 2/1/2013
  • Series: Beyond the Spotlight... , #573
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 192
  • Sales rank: 555,360
  • File size: 203 KB

Meet the Author


Wendy S. Marcus is a registered nurse who writes Medical Romance for Harlequin Mills and Boon. These are not your Aunt Mabel's medical romances. They're hot, sexy and fast-paced! To learn more visit: WendySMarcus.com.

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If there was an easy way to explain why she'd impersonated her identical twin sister, lured a man into bed under semi-false pretenses, then left town without a word to anyone, and not come off sounding like an insincere, inconsiderate, immoral hussy, it required more brain power and finesse than Jena Piermont had at her disposal.

"You've been home for two weeks," Jaci, Jena's twin, said, leaning back on the sofa and lifting her fuzzy-slippered feet onto the coffee table. "I think I've been pretty patient, but it's time for answers."

Past time. Where had she been? Why did she leave? How long would she be staying? And the biggie: whose genetic contribution was partly responsible for her adorable six-week-old twin baby girls? Jaci didn't know enough to ask about the impersonation part of Jena's explanation dilemma. Soon enough.

"I'm almost done." Jena arranged the baked brie and slices of crusty French baguette on two large plates and added them to the tray holding the crudite and pate de foie gras. Never let it be said that Jena Piermont, of the Scarsdale, New York, Piermonts, was not a consummate hostess. Even while hosting her own fall from grace.

Now, to reveal the truth before the other invitees arrived at their little pow-wow. Unfortunately the news she most wanted to share, to discuss with her sister and get her advice on—the real reason she'd returned to town and would be staying for a few weeks—had to remain secret. If everything went as planned, fingers crossed, she could pull it off without Jaci ever finding out.

Jena swallowed then used a napkin to blot the unladylike clamminess from her palms. Grace under pressure. She inhaled a fortifying breath, lifted the tray and carried it to the coffee table. "Move your feet." She arranged the delectable treats beside the sparkling water and bottled beer.

Justin liked his beer.

"Stop," Jaci said. "You always do this when you get nervous. Flit around, straightening up, preparing snacks."

Jena dropped the pillow she'd been in the process of plumping and rearranging on the love-seat.

"Just sit down." Jaci patted the sofa beside her.

"Tell me why you've been so quiet lately. What has you so upset? Before the guys get here."

The guys. Jena considered excusing herself and running to the bathroom to vomit. But that would waste precious time. So she sat. She could do this, would do this. "I love you," she reminded Jaci.

"I love you, too," Jaci said, studying her. "Why do you look like you've got an olive stuck in your throat?"

Because that's how she felt. Okay. No sense putting it off any longer. Tonight was the night. "Justin is the father," Jena blurted out, her gaze fixed on her lap. "Of the twins," she clarified—as if clarification was needed.

Usually talkative Jaci sat mute.

Jena peered over at her. "Say something," she prompted.

"I'm…surprised. That's all." Jaci shifted on the couch to face her. "I knew you had a crush on him in high school."

Not really a crush. More like a fascination-attraction-day/night dreamy type thing for the totally wrong type of boy. A silent plea for rescue from a mundane existence cluttered with more responsibilities than any teenager should be burdened with. An illicit mental visit to the dark side where the expectations and judgment of others meant nothing and Jena could indulge in the forbidden. Break the rules. Go wild. Have imaginary sex.

"And I'd thought maybe you were considering him as a husband candidate to meet the terms of our trust," Jaci went on.

Never. Okay. Maybe once, or a few times during random episodes of pregnancy-induced psychosis when out-of-control hormones caused gross mutations to the brain cells responsible for rational thought. Moments of weakness when Jena had actually entertained the possibility of Justin protecting her from the machinations of her brother, providing a home for her and their daughters, and taking care of the three of them.

But Justin didn't want her, and Jena refused to be any man's second best, which didn't much matter right now, anyway, since getting married no longer occupied the top spot on her list of priorities. Staying alive for her daughters did.

"I had no idea you two were…" Jaci began. "I mean, I haven't seen you together in years. Neither of you mentioned that you…kept in touch."

They didn't, not technically, unless stalking him on social networking sites counted. Some childhood habits—like an unhealthy interest in all things Justin—were hard to break. Jena picked at a chipped fingernail she kept forgetting to file down, preoccupied with caring for the twins and worrying about the future and Jaci being attacked… "It was one night." She couldn't look at her sister. "We met up at Oliver's." A favorite restaurant/bar where Justin and Jaci often hung out. And now for the worst of it. "He thought I was you."

"What?" Jaci screeched. "You did not just say Justin took you to bed thinking you were me."

She couldn't change what'd happened or the outcome. All she could do was own up to it. She looked Jaci in the eye. "It was the anniversary of Mom's death. I'd had a horrible fight with Jerald." Their pompous, older half-brother who'd been aggressively trying to manipulate them into marrying any one of a dozen of his equally pompous business associates. "I had to get out of the house." A.k.a. the Piermont Estate where she and Jerald each had a wing. "We'd spoken earlier and you were still so depressed over Ian returning to Iraq. I decided to surprise you with dinner." And that's how it'd started, with a kind gesture to cheer her sister.

"I ordered a glass of wine while I waited for the takeout and noticed Justin sitting across the bar. Alone. With a couple of empty, upside down shot glasses lined up in front of him." Normally she would have simply blended into the crowd and stared at him from afar, attraction battling better judgment. But, "One of the bartenders noticed me and called out, 'Jaci, take him home before I toss him out of here.'" Boy had Justin perked up at the mention of Jaci's name. "At the time, it didn't seem to matter who he thought I was, as long as I got him home safely."

"You mean to tell me," Jaci crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Jena, "during the ride in the Piermont limo, the walk from the parking lot up to the fifth floor, and while you were stripping off each other's clothes it never crossed your mind that maybe you should clue him in to your real identity?"

Of course it had. But close proximity to Justin had caused an arousal spike that forced it away and relegated it to the spot where she stored all the unwelcome thoughts and memories she'd accumulated through the years, corralled deep in the recesses of her brain. Instead she'd allowed herself to enjoy his company and the freedom that came with pretending to be Jaci who balked at the rules and did and said what she wanted, when she wanted. Just like Justin.

For the first time in her life, Jena didn't over-analyze, didn't weigh the pros and cons or think about what a person of good moral character would do. Instead she'd focused on what she'd wanted, what she'd needed more than anything at that specific moment in time—comfort, a caring touch, a brief sojourn from real life—without a care for the consequences. And look where it'd gotten her. "I'm sorry."

"It makes no sense." Jaci said, pulling a pillow onto her lap and playing with the fringe. "Justin and I don't have that kind of relationship. We're friends. We've never…" She grimaced. "I have to admit I'm a little weirded out by the whole thing."

"If it helps, I made the first move." An orchestrated meeting of their lips. Jena leaned forward to try to catch Jaci's attention. "He tried to stop me." A half-hearted, 'We shouldn't,' milliseconds before he'd yanked her close and kissed her with the unbridled passion of a man releasing years of pent up attraction and lust.

Jaci smiled. "You little tigress. I didn't know you had it in you."

It'd been a quite a shocker to Jena, too.

Someone knocked on the door. Jena jumped.

"Quick," Jaci said. "Why did you take off?"

"The next morning Justin went nuts, carrying on about what a mistake it'd been. Angry at himself for letting it happen, for ruining your friendship. Guilty because you were Ian's girl and he didn't poach." Jena shivered at the memory of Justin in a rage, which was why she'd chosen to tell him about the twins with Jaci close by. "I knew I had to tell him. And I did."

Him sitting on the side of the bed elbows on his thighs, his head in his hands, completely comfortable with his nakedness. Her standing in the doorway to the bedroom, fully dressed. "I said, 'You didn't have sex with Jaci, you had it with me. Jena.' Rather than a whew or a yippee, he'd tilted his miserable face up, oh so slowly, and simply said, 'Oh, God. That's even worse.'"

"Oh, honey. I'm sorry." Jaci reached for her hand and squeezed.

"Wait, it gets better," Jena said. "Then he'd slapped his hand over his mouth and with a muffled, 'I think I'm going to be sick,' he ran past me and threw up in the bathroom." Intimacy with Jena had nauseated him to the point of re-gurgitation.

Another knock. Louder.

"Be right there," Jaci yelled.

"So I left."

"Why didn't you come to me?"

Jena looked away. "I was humiliated and disgusted with myself. How could I face you? I'm so ashamed."

"Hey," Jaci said. "Look at me." When Jena did she asked, "Where did you go?"

Jena saw understanding in Jaci's eyes and felt hope that they'd get past this. "Home." Where she'd given the guard at the gate strict instructions not to let anyone up the drive. As if Justin would have wasted his time coming after her. Within three hours she'd made the necessary arrangements, packed and was being chauffeured to the airport. "South Carolina. Marta's there." Their old nanny. "When Jerald sent her away she'd said she'd always be there for us." And boy had Jena appreciated Marta's calm reassurance when faced with an unexpected pregnancy complicated by yet another painful lump in her right breast, her caring support while dealing with the fear of diagnostic testing adversely affecting her unborn babies through the results of yet another needle biopsy, and her knowledgeable guidance leading up to the birth of the twins through surviving those first few sleep-deprived weeks.

"I'm so glad," Jaci stood, pulled Jena up to her feet and hugged her. "But why didn't you tell me? All this time I'd been so worried you were alone and struggling."

Jena shrugged. "If you knew, there'd have been no keeping you away. You have so many people depending on you. The residents of the Women's Crisis Center." Which Jaci had founded. "Your patients." Through the community health agency where she worked. "I couldn't take you away from all the good you do simply because of the mess I'd made of my life."

"I love you, Jena. And while I'd prefer it if you have sex as yourself and not me, I will always love you." She stepped back and looked into Jena's eyes. "There's nothing you could ever do to change that."

"Thank you." Jena held back tears. Barely.

Another knock and an, "Open the door, Jaci," Ian demanded. "Are you okay?"

Jaci wiped the corner of her eye with a knuckle. "He's such a worrywart." But she smiled when she said it.

"Justin's with him," Jena reminded her. "He doesn't know I'm back." And since she was staying with Jaci, who lived in the same luxury high-rise, she'd rarely left the condo in order to keep it that way. The one time interaction had been unavoidable, at the benefit for the Women's Crisis Center, she'd pretended to be Jaci and he hadn't given her a second look.

Jaci raised her eyebrows and sucked in a breath between her teeth. "Oh, boy."

"You got that right." Girding herself to face the men, well, one of the men, waiting in the hallway, Jena walked to open the door.

And there he stood. Justin Rangore. Magnificent.

Tall. Dark-haired. Broad-shouldered. Muscled in all the right places. The perfectly maintained goatee he'd had since the eleventh grade. She fought off a tremble of delight at the tingly memory of him rubbing it against her neck and nipples and…lower. God help her.

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  • Posted November 14, 2013

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    I am usually not a big romance reader, but I have to say this bo

    I am usually not a big romance reader, but I have to say this book was so enlightening. It is not your typical romance by any means. I loved the strong characters and the equally strong message and lesson this book teaches. I could not put it down and read it straight through. If you like a book with romance, one that will teach you a little something and tackle a really hard subject then this is the book for you.
    I'm new to reading Wendy S. Marcus books this one was my first one, but it will not be the last one. I hope she keeps tackling those hard subjects.

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  • Posted March 12, 2013

    Wendy really knows how to captivate her audience in her stories.

    Wendy really knows how to captivate her audience in her stories. They are heartbreaking, sweet and sexy all at the same time. She does a fantastic job of moving the plot along at a great pace. I was disappointed when the story was over because it seemed to fly by. In Secrets of a Shy Socialite we learn about Jena Piermont, the so-called shy, obdient twin to her sister Jaci, the wild, independent one. Jena has her secrets and boy do we learn she is not all that shy or obedient sometimes.

    Justin is the love of Jena's life. She would do anything for him and needs to share the news about their twin daughters with him, which is one of the reasons she comes back home. The party boy Justin, who never plans to settle down, is quite shocked by the news but is going to do well by his daughters and Jena. We get to watch how Jena and Justin lean on each other for help with new parenting as well as some other, bigger issues that will change their lives. Some of my favorite parts were reading about Justin trying to change the twins' diapers and learning what Jena was like as a teenager.

    The physical chemistry between Justin and Jena was hot. They can't deny the attraction they have for each other, even if they think it will complicate things. I love the way Wendy writes an intimate scene by giving just enough details without going too far. They are very appropriate for the story and the characters. The scenes at the end are so good that I think I shed a tear over how sweet they are!

    I love reading about family in books, especially sisters. Jaci and Jena would do anything for each other and I really admire Jaci for not pushing Jena too far and for just supporting her in the decisions that were made. Reading a book series is always great because you get to continue with characters from previous books. The appearances Jaci and Ian made in Secrets of a Shy Socialite were fun and we get to relive the fact that Ian has his hands full with Jaci. If you are looking for an emotional contemporary medical romance to read that is sweet, sexy, and heartwarming, I highly recommend Secrets of a Shy Socialite.

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    SECRETS OF A SHY SOCIALITE by author Wendy S. Marcus is a Mills

    SECRETS OF A SHY SOCIALITE by author Wendy S. Marcus is a Mills & Boon Medical and Harlequin Medical romance release for January 2012.


    Jena Piermont came back with twin babies, after a brief time away. Yet she wouldn’t say who the babies’ dad was.


    After much soul searching she told the twin’s father that he had fathered her adorable daughters. He was shocked, but why? What had he expected?


    Then he decided to do the right thing. But when Jaci decides to tell him her other secrets, would he still be around for her and her daughters?


    SECRETS OF A SHY SOCIALITE is a heart wrenching romance. Wendy S. Marcus takes us to unexpected depths of human relationship and trust. She brings this powerful story of genetic breast cancer, elective mastectomy and successive recovery from the surgery with realistic imaginary. I cried with Jena and laughed with her. I went off on an emotional roller coaster with her, and when she wrote letters to her daughters expecting to die, I couldn’t help sobbing. This was the most powerfully emotional story I read in a long time. Fast paced and filled with passion and sensuality as well.


    All lovers of medical romance will definitely love this book. Highly recommended.

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