USA Today Bestselling Historical Romance


The Knickerbocker Club Book #1

  • A Publishers Weekly BEST BOOK OF 2016
  • A Washington Post TOP ROMANCE OF 2016
  • A Kobo BEST ROMANCE OF 2016
  • A Library Journal Cool Summer Read of 2016
  • Winner! RT Book Reviews May 2016 Seal of Excellence Award
  • Winner! 2016 NJRW Golden Leaf Award for Best Historical Romance

New York City’s Gilded Age shimmers with unimaginable wealth and glittering power. The men of the Knickerbocker Club know this more than anyone else. But for one millionaire, the business of love is not what he expected…

Born in the slums of Five Points, Emmett Cavanaugh climbed his way to the top of a booming steel empire and now holds court in an opulent Fifth Avenue mansion. His rise in stations, however, has done little to elevate his taste in women. He loathes the city’s “high society” types, but a rebellious and beautiful blue-blood just might change all that.

Elizabeth Sloane’s mind is filled with more than the latest parlor room gossip. Lizzie can play the Stock Exchange as deftly as New York’s most accomplished brokers—but she needs a man to put her skills to use. Emmett reluctantly agrees when the stunning socialite asks him to back her trades and split the profits. But love and business make strange bedfellows, and as their fragile partnership begins to crack, they’ll discover a passion more frenzied than the trading room floor…

Praise for MAGNATE

“A sexually charged, intense, poignant and powerfully written love story.”
— RT Book Reviews, Top Pick!

“This original and captivating historical romance splendidly portrays two protagonists with complex and layered personalities.”
— Publishers Weekly (STARRED REVIEW!)

“A determined heroine ahead of her time and a daring, sometimes ruthless entrepreneur who clawed his way to the top find validation in an engaging romance that successfully launches a trilogy highlighting New York’s opulent Gilded Age.”
— Library Journal (STARRED REVIEW!)

“Shupe delivers a tremendously entertaining romance — sexy and clever — set in an era the genre has been waiting for.”
— New York Times Bestselling Author Sarah MacLean

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Delmonico’s, New York City

The waiter arrived with yet more food, this time a baked salmon with dill sauce. Emmett pretended to attend to his plate while his thoughts churned. Elizabeth Sloane thoroughly confused him. She should be uncomfortable dining with him, especially at such a high profile location. At the very least, he’d expected her to take stock of the room in an effort to anticipate who would likely spread gossip tomorrow. But she hadn’t assessed their fellow diners once that he’d seen. Instead, she’d stared at his lips and peppered him with questions on his past. What the hell was happening here?

He never misjudged people. The ability to read others, to know what they were thinking, had made him a millionaire many, many times over. He knew what investors needed to hear in order to hand over their money. What workers needed to hear to avoid labor strikes. So why couldn’t he figure out one blue-blooded princess?

He searched for an impersonal topic. “Would you care to discuss your progress on our wager? I’m curious as to how you’re doing after a few days.”

“I haven’t actually invested your money yet. I have been working on a plan.”

“Stocks take time to mature, so that must mean you’re hoping to capitalize on a one-day swing.” He whistled. “You are either very confident or very foolish.”

“Time will tell.” She threw him an enigmatic smile and picked up a bite of salmon. He watched, mesmerized, as she slipped it in her mouth, her pink tongue emerging to clean the creamy sauce from the corner of her lips. His groin became heavy, his trousers growing tight. Jesus Mary and Joseph. Did she have any idea the eroticism of such a gesture?

“What’s the most amount of money you’ve made on the Exchange in one day?” she asked, thankfully distracting him.

“Almost five hundred thousand. But that was in the panic of ’73.”

Her eyes grew wide. “That’s impressive. You must know quite a bit about stocks.”

“I do.”

She studied him thoughtfully, intensely, as if he were a breed of animal she’d never encountered before. An oddity in Barnum’s old museum. He fought the urge to shift in his seat, refusing to give any hint he might feel uncomfortable.

“What was the injury?”

Emmett felt himself frown. “Pardon?”

“The injury in the mill, the one that prompted your settlement. What was it?”

“So curious,” he murmured. “Are you certain you aren’t aspiring to be another Nellie Bly?”

She gave him a chagrined smile. “I suppose that’s a polite way of telling me it’s none of my business.”

Better she find out now, to erase any misconceptions she had about him. He propped his elbows on the chair rest, steepled his fingers. “I was burned. The chains holding a steel pipe overhead broke because the pipe hadn’t been given time to properly cool. When it fell, the pipe landed on my back.”

Her eyes rounded, filled with sympathy. Before she could say anything, he leaned in. “You see, I was rushing the other men. My shift was nearly over and there was a brothel less than a mile from the mill. I was eager to get back to the girl I’d had a few nights before. So I convinced the other men that the chains would hold, to hurry up and move the pipe. And when the chains broke, two men died.”

She stiffened, the sympathy in her expression a memory, yet he had no intention of stopping. He lifted his glass and swirled the contents. “The union, assuming the company’s equipment to blame, fought to get me a small settlement. I took that money. I took it and never said a word about how the accident came to be, that it was my fault, because I wanted out of that steel mill more than I wanted my next breath.”

He could still feel it sometimes, the sweat. Woke up at night drenched in it. No, he had absolutely no regrets about getting out of the mill—or the things he’d done since.

After downing the rest of his champagne, he placed his glass on the table with a thump. “Do not try and make me into something I’m not, Miss Sloane.”

Her throat worked before she croaked, “And what would that be, Mr. Cavanaugh? What exactly am I making you out to be?”

He leaned in and held her startled gaze. “Nice.”


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