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  Back from the dead, this heiress wants answers...

  But will she find love?

  When CEO Ward Benally finds a beautiful brunette in his office, he assumes she’s a corporate spy. But Brea Steele is the long-lost daughter of the company’s founder, desperate to uncover the truth about her mother’s death. Ward will help, and keep her close—as his pretend love interest. Yet as their fake romance turns real, will the truth shatter their fragile alliance?

  Praise for USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Mann’s Alaskan Oil Barons series

  “The longing and desire between Broderick and Glenna are apparent to readers as they feel the emotions vibrating between them.”

  —Romance Reviews Today on The Baby Claim

  “If you love a strong, sexy hero and equally strong, sexy heroine, a second chance, strong family ties, sweet and steamy romance and a nice touch of mystery, then The Baby Claim is what you want.”

  —Fresh Fiction

  “This is book three in a series that will leave you aching for more.... Ms. Mann has done something twisted. She takes these families and weaves them into the fabric so much so that you can’t leave them. The warning that should come with this book...[is] you will be left starving for more.”

  —Harlequin Junkie, Top Pick, on The Love Child

  “This novel [gives] the readers a great HEA [and] a new twist to the series that will have you begging for the next book.”

  —Harlequin Junkie on The Twin Birthright

  * * *

  The Secret Twin is part of the Alaskan Oil Barons series from USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Mann!

  Dear Reader,

  A year ago, in February 2018, Harlequin Desire published The Baby Claim, the first book in my Alaskan Oil Barons series. Now here we are with the eighth—and last—book in the series, The Secret Twin. Wow, what a ride it’s been! And I’ve enjoyed the opportunity to weave together this sweeping family saga.

  How fitting that we started and completed the series in the month of Valentine’s Day. What a fun time of year to celebrate the Steeles and Mikkelsons going from fierce business rivals to a close-knit family full of people each finding their happily-ever-after.

  If you missed the first seven books in the series, they’re all still available online. You can also find more info about each of them on my website: catherinemann.com.

  Thank you for tuning in for the journey!

  Cheers,

  Catherine Mann

  Catherine Mann

  The Secret Twin

  To Vickie Ostrander Gerlach, a dear friend and amazing beta reader! Thank you for cheering me on during the Alaskan Oil Barons journey.

  USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Mann has won numerous awards for her novels, including both a prestigious RITA® Award and an RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award. After years of moving around the country bringing up four children, Catherine has settled in her home state of South Carolina, where she’s active in animal rescue. For more information, visit her website, catherinemann.com.

  Books by Catherine Mann

  Harlequin Desire

  Alaskan Oil Barons

  The Baby Claim

  The Double Deal

  The Love Child

  The Twin Birthright

  The Second Chance

  The Rancher’s Seduction

  The Billionaire Renegade

  The Secret Twin

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Revenge with Benefits by Cat Schield

  One

  Breanna Steele didn’t have much time to search the CEO’s office at Alaska Oil Barons, Inc. If she got caught, the consequences could be catastrophic.

  But she was out of options.

  Brea needed answers and she didn’t know who to trust. What if she chose wrong?

  There were things far worse than prison.

  She’d made a quick search of paperwork, and now she dropped into the sleekly modern leather chair behind the massive desk. She tried not to think about the times she’d visited this space as a child, when the office had been her father’s. Saturday mornings coming here with her dad and her twin sister after breakfast at Kit’s Kodiak Café. Playing hide-and-seek under the huge desk, or watching cartoons on the big screen at the other end of the office space, sharing a blanket while they fell asleep on the leather sofa.

  Now the space belonged to another man, someone outside of the family. The desk and the corner walls of windows overlooking the frozen bay and distant mountains were the same as she remembered. But the rest of the space was now filled with new furniture—sleeker, minimalist wood and leather pieces. Her father’s office had been packed with family photos. Ward Benally had only one picture on his desk. Him with a little girl, elementary-school-aged, sledding.

  She knew he wasn’t married, but clearly this child meant something to him. And that made him more personable. More than just an arrogant leader of a company that now belonged just as much to her rivals as to her family. Her father’s oil empire had merged with the Mikkelsons’ after his recent marriage.

  Of course, Brea hadn’t really been a part of any of that, since they had believed she’d died as a young teen.

  Brea’s conscience pinched. But her sense of survival dictated that she continue looking for the damning information.

  She pulled a flash drive from her purse and plugged it into the computer. She’d lived off-the-grid for years, and while some thought that meant no computers, no communication with the outside world, she’d actually learned to use the internet without leaving a trail, building on knowledge she’d learned from her dad.

  Learning to hack and code were skills stitched and threaded through much of her young life, before the airplane crash that had taken her from her family. She had shared that with her father. Once her mind was made up, Brea could accomplish anything. Dogged, unrelenting persistence. Also like Jack Steele. Her daddy.

  Her chest went tight.

  She blinked back tears and clicked through the keys, her fingers slick from the thin latex gloves she wore to keep her prints out of the office. Paranoid? Maybe. Maybe not. Bottom line, she couldn’t be too careful.

  Someone connected to this company had played a role in the airplane crash that had killed her mother. The crash that had changed Brea’s life forever, in ways she still struggled to understand.

  She had to have answers before she could put the past behind her, before she could feel safe here. Yes, she wanted to believe her relatives had nothing to do with such horrible treachery. Yet everything she’d learned pointed to someone in the Mikkelson family having been a part of the crash.

  And now her father was married to the Mikkelson matriarch, merging their rival oil companies into Alaska Oil Barons, Inc. How surreal after their years of bitter competition and even outright enmity.

  Almost too surreal. Like there might be a setup.

  Hopefully she could find a clue here. If she didn’t? Well, she didn
’t plan on giving up. She needed closure. But she also needed safety.

  She wanted to reunite with her siblings, but she couldn’t be sure where their loyalties lay. The risk of showing her hand was too high. She would be persistent. And patient.

  Glancing at her watch, she checked the time. Earlier, she’d ferreted information out of the assistant that Ward would be in a conference call for most of the afternoon. But she didn’t want to press that time to the limit.

  A file name caught her attention, one simply titled with the date of the plane crash. She stifled a shiver at memories of the aircraft’s plummet from the sky. The terror. Her mother’s tight grip on her hand.

  The air sucked from her lungs now. The same as it had then. A pull back to that day. The fear was a blood rush dragging her down. She could hear the whine of dying engines and the rustle of rapidly approaching earth.

  Brea relived this moment more often than she cared to admit. Her body time traveling to the day that drew a line in the sand of her life. An eternal before and after.

  A distraction Brea couldn’t afford right now.

  She clicked to copy the file to her flash drive, the urge to read it now overwhelming. Her heart raced, her speeding pulse hammering in her ears.

  “What are you doing in my office?”

  Brea jolted upright, the masculine voice making her heart stop.

  Not only had she been discovered in the act of spying. But she’d been caught by the man himself. Ward Bennally. The new CEO of Alaska Oil Barons, Inc. A sexy dark-haired man wearing an Armani suit, cowboy boots...

  And a heavy scowl.

  * * *

  Ward Benally had expected the first months as CEO of Alaska Oil Barons, Inc., would be challenging. He welcomed that. He lived and breathed his job.

  It was his whole life.

  It was all he had left.

  He’d just finished a brutal board meeting that had almost broken out into a fistfight over disagreements about modifications to the oil pipeline. He’d come to his office to get documents he hoped would satisfy both sides. He’d also looked forward to a few moments alone to quiet his frustration.

  Instead he found his office invaded by the last person he would trust alone with sensitive company data.

  Brea Steele, the long-lost daughter of Jack Steele. The same daughter who’d posed as an employee of Alaska Oil Barons, Inc., not that long ago, to gain access to heaven only knew what kind of encrypted information. She could not be trusted. That should be obvious to everyone. But Jack was so happy to have his presumed-dead daughter back, they all had to put up with her, even though, by all rights, she should be under prosecution.

  Ward eyed her with suspicion as she kept her hands out of sight, her brown eyes guarded as she sat at his desk.

  “Well?” he repeated. “What are you doing in my office?”

  Slowly, she rose from the buttercream leather chair, her hands now tucked in the back pockets of her black jeans. Jeans that clung to her long legs like a second skin. “I was waiting for you.”

  Her voice was cool and composed. Her sleek ponytail swished as she made her way around the desk, the silky glide of dark hair drawing his gaze like a hypnotic pendulum.

  She was a smoke-and-mirrors show.

  And his body reacted to her every time, no matter how often his brain reminded him she was trouble. “Looks to me like you were snooping around.”

  “I’m nosy.” She shrugged, watching him through long dark eyelashes. “What can I say?”

  “You call it nosy?” He strode forward, risking coming close enough to catch a whiff of...mint. “I call it breaking and entering.”

  “Your assistant let me in,” she said neatly.

  That gave him pause. He made a mental note to check her story. Even if it was true, she still should have been seated on the sofa or one of the guest chairs. “Did my assistant give you permission to use my computer?”

  Her shrug called attention to her gentle curves. He snapped his attention back to the facts he knew about her. The woman before him had lied. Pretended to be someone else. Her actions were downright criminal. Brea could not be trusted. No matter how drop-dead sexy she looked in a turtleneck sweater.

  “I just chose the most comfortable place to wait.” She picked up the silver picture frame from his desk, no doubt to distract him. “Who’s the kid? Cute little girl.”

  “Put that back.” His voice was low, brooking no argument. The way he should have spoken to her about sitting at his desk. When she didn’t put the frame down, he took it from her hands.

  Ward had lost everything when his ex-wife left him, taking his stepdaughter with her. Since he wasn’t little Paisley’s biological father, he’d lost all rights to her after the divorce from Melanie. He’d hoped his ex would be open to letting them visit—or at least talk—but that hadn’t been the case. His former wife just wanted to move on with her new life with her new husband.

  Ward had been, for all intents and purposes, Paisley’s dad since he’d started dating Melanie, when her daughter was eight months old. He and Melanie had married a year later. The marriage had lasted for six more years...longer than it would have if there hadn’t been a child involved.

  Ward wasn’t sure he ever would have given up, for Paisley’s sake. But Melanie had cheated, filed for divorce and was married to a guy twenty-five years her senior, wealthy, retired and ready to shower her with his money and time.

  The metal on the frame dug into Ward’s palm.

  “Sorry.” Brea twisted her hands in front of her, nails short, chewed down. “It was right out there for display.”

  “Only if you were behind my desk, in my chair.” He placed the frame facedown so the picture of his stepdaughter wouldn’t distract him. He glanced back up to find Brea’s face showing a rare moment of vulnerability.

  Calculated or legit? Experience with women told him it was more likely the former.

  Her elegant throat moved with a slow swallow. “So, I wanted to see what my father’s office felt like, if it was the same as when I was a child, spinning in the CEO’s chair.”

  He stuffed back images of his child doing the same.

  And yes, he was surprised Brea had gone for the heartstrings. “That was well-played.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You are throwing out that childhood memory to try and garner sympathy...or distract me from where you were sitting.”

  He wasn’t letting her get away with invading his space. Heads would roll over her getting in here. For now, though, he couldn’t afford to let her escape until he had answers.

  “Okay, I sat in my father’s chair because once I thought I would have a right to be there, that I would lead the company.” She nibbled her bottom lip, slick with gloss. “For a moment I wanted to pretend that life had played out the way I’d hoped.”

  Was that another ploy to tug at his emotions and distract him? He wasn’t sure.

  Regardless, his eyes were drawn to her mouth.

  He tamped down a rush of attraction. “You were still in my chair. At my computer.”

  All vulnerability slid from her face. She crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. “Fine. You’re right. I had no business parking myself there. What do you intend to do about it?”

  “I could call security.” Ward’s mouth tightened into a thin line. He met her brown eyes with an unrelenting stare. The kind of stare he’d perfected in long games of poker, after his divorce. The poker table was where he’d regained command and control. Honed his skills for leadership. For impassive demands.

  “You could. And when they find there’s nothing on me and it’s just your word against mine?” Her voice was rich and sultry. Those dark brows arched...playfully?

  “If they find nothing on you.” He watched her face for signs he’d struck a chord.

  Was it his imagin
ation or did her eyes widen with fear? As fast as the look was there, it left.

  “And my father? What will he think?”

  Jack Steele would do anything to keep her here—in town, at the company, in the family—and they both knew it. Still, Ward bluffed. He was good at it. His fast-track career attested to that. “He’s on the board, but that doesn’t mean he can fire me.”

  She ran her fingers along the edge of the desk, the movement slow and intentional as she looked up at him. Fire flashed in those eyes. “He’ll be upset and his opinion still carries a lot of sway with the board and investors.”

  It was rare someone called his bluff. Instincts told him she was a worthy adversary.

  Which made her all the more attractive.

  Damn.

  “You’re right. So, why were you in here when you know it could make things tougher for the two of you to reconcile?”

  “I guess that proves I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” She toyed with the end of her sleek ponytail.

  He chuckled softly, not tricked at all by her little hair twirl. “Are you sure you’re not a lawyer like your twin? Because you sure do have a way with words.”

  “Must be genetics.” She flicked her hair back over her shoulder, drawing his attention to the curve of her breasts, outlined by the formfitting black sweater.

  He cleared his throat and backed up a step, needing air that didn’t carry a minty scent. “Enough flirting.”

  “Flirting?” She smiled slowly. “Were you hoping I was flirting with you?”

  Yeah, actually, he was.

  And that was dangerous.

  But not as dangerous as having her wandering around unchecked, peeking into the everyday operations of Alaska Oil Barons, Inc. It was bad enough she’d gotten away with it once. That was when she was in disguise and no one had an emotional connection to her. Now that the Steele family was emotionally vulnerable over her return after being presumed dead, there was no telling what they would let her do.

  He needed to come up with a plan to keep her in his sights, sooner rather than later.

 
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