Twintuition

A heady tale of a single mom who, after discovering she has a twin that was adopted into a wealthy family, doubles as her twin and is catapulted into danger that neither twin anticipated. Olivia Gale could have pursued career dreams and avoided nine years of financial struggle had she gotten an abortion, as David’s father assumed she would, but then, she would not have David. When Olivia inherits her mother’s home, she discovers that she has an identical twin sister, Vivian, whom her mother had given up for adoption to a wealthy family. Olivia sets out immediately to contact her sister. Vivian’s life has been horrorstricken by a plane crash that killed her adoptive parents and her brother. When the twins reunite, Vivian asks Olivia to sit in as her double so she can disappear temporarily to have a delicate surgery. Olivia Gale longs to begin the masquerade; to step into a world of carefree luxury and leave behind the stress of poverty. However, once Liv is embedded into her new, pampered life she realizes that even with all the struggles of being a single mom, she desperately wants to go home to David. Neither twin is aware that someone is trying to murder Vivian. Joan Bannan has crafted a literary family relationship tale that allures readers into a story of romance and adventure and shines light on what’s truly important in life. A Taste of Twintution: The next picture caused my heart to jump and my stomach to tighten. I deliberately blinked twice to make sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me. In the dreary front yard of the duplex stood two little girls, about two or three years old. They each had an arm around the other and they were smiling at the camera. Their dresses had fluffy skirts with three rows of ruffles. Identical twins!  I gasped just as David walked into my room. It was some time before I noticed that David was talking. I think he had asked the same questions several times. “Mom! What’s the matter? Is that a picture of a ghost?” “Maybe, I …” I shook my head. I stared at the picture trying to remember the scene. I flipped it to see the back. Blank. I remembered those dresses and I remembered my twin sister. I looked up to David’s curious face, “. . . I, David, I . . . this picture, one of these girls, I didn’t know . . . but, I did know, David, I’m one of these girls!”