TWINS

Love, passion, betrayal, and danger amid the glitter of Manhattan . . .

As Melanie gazed into the pond of champagne, her reflection shimmered back at her in honey ripples—her reflection and his.

“Do you know the legend of Narcissus?” he asked.

It was a taunt, a reminder of her vanity, and proof that yesterday's gentle moments in the park were a mirage after all.

“I'm not admiring myself,” she replied.

“Neither was Narcissus. He was a twin. He and his sister looked very much alike. When she died, he spent endless hours gazing at his reflection because it reminded him of her.”

“I always thought . . . wasn’t there something about a wood nymph named Echo?”

Charles smiled. “There are two versions of the myth, and mythologists are divided to this day.”

“Poor Narcissus. What a bad rap. It’s hard enough to be a twin.” Melanie spoke without thinking. Here she was, telling Charles Sinclair the truth again.

“Hard enough,” he agreed.

Brooke and Melanie Chandler are so different it’s hard to believe that they’re sisters, much less twins. One is a serious, brilliant prosecutor; the other, a golden, glamorous supermodel.

The sisters were close once, joined by the wondrous bond of twins, until the realities of life—and of their differences—tore them apart. Brooke and Melanie are women now. Can the once-shared closeness be rediscovered? Or have the jealousies and bitterness of the past irrevocably severed the bond?

The wishes of the twins’ hearts are perilous enough, but there’s true danger, lethal danger . . . an obsessed killer has one of them in his sights.