There’s something about twins—or unrelated people who look alike—that captures the imagination, especially in stories. Think of the classic stories—The Prince and the Pauper, The Man In the Iron Mask, A Tale of Two Cities. We could brainstorm a long list.
My first literary encounter with twins was probably “The Bobbsey Twins” series by Laura Lee Hope (actually a pseudonym for a string of writers). Anyone who can remember, Bert and Nan, Freddie and Flossie as well as I do has been around the block a few times.
My new Harlequin Desire story is about twin brothers, but only one is living. Jordan is tormented with guilt over his brother Justin’s death in a plane crash. When he finds out his brother left a son, he is determined to take the little boy in and raise him. But Angie, Justin’s former fiancée, has other ideas. Angie has raised her son with pictures and stories about his father, and Lucas understands that his daddy is in heaven. But she wants nothing to do with Justin’s family, who treated her badly. This excerpt describes what happens when Jordan shows up at Angie’s apartment for the first time.
“You have no right to ask!” She was on guard now, a tigress ready to strike in defense of her cub. “Lucas is my son. My son!”
“And my brother’s son. I have a copy of the birth certificate. You listed Justin as the father. I’m assuming that’s the truth.”
Something crumbled inside her. “I did that for Lucas, so he’d know. But Justin…” She gulped back a surge of emotion. “He never even knew I was pregnant. I was going to tell him when he came home for my birthday.”
“So you were never married. Not even secretly.”
“No. You needn’t worry on that account, Jordan. I have no claim on your family’s precious money, or anything else. So go away and leave us alone.”
She studied his face for some sign that her words had made an impact. But his expression could have been chiseled in basalt.
“You might have told us,” he said. “It would’ve meant a lot to my parents, knowing Justin had left a child.”
“Your parents hated me! How could I expose my innocent baby to those ugly feelings?”
“I want to see the boy.”
No! Angie’s heart slammed. She’d had no warning, no time to prepare Lucas for this.
“I don’t think—” she began. But it was too late. She heard the opening of the bedroom door and the cautious tread of small sneakers. Evidently, Lucas had grown tired of waiting and decided to check things out for himself.
Short of lunging for her son, there was little Angie could do. She watched in mute horror as Lucas emerged from the hallway and caught sight of their visitor.
His brown eyes opened wide. Then his face lit with joyous wonder. “Daddy!” he cried, racing across the room. “Daddy, you came back!”
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Here”s a snippet from a lovely review by Romance Junkies:
“Filled with witty repartee, complex characters, an intriguing plot, family dynamics, secrets, guilt, forgiveness, true love, second chances and a truly
emotional ending, this story is sure to steal your heart. It is one that you will remember long after the last page is read and the book is closed.”
You can learn more and find a purchase link on my web site.
Do you have any twins in your family? What is your favorite “Twin” story?