Growing up, I was always fascinated by the idea of an
identical cousin or sister. What would
it be like to see another person walking around with my face? What if she could
pretend to be me? I remember being
astonished when a twin I knew pointed to a picture of her and her sister as
babies and said she had no idea who was who.
I read Lois Duncan’s Stranger With My Face at an impressionable
age. I also read a lot of Sweet Valley
High. I really, really wanted to know
what it would be like if you could pass for someone else—if you could try on
someone else’s life for a while. (This
is what I loved about the recent, sadly-canceled TV show, Ringer.)

This is what happens to my heroine, Becca Whitney, in my
June release, The Replacement Wife
Becca is the illegitimate daughter of a disgraced heiress to
the Whitney Media empire, and she’s grown up with a bit of a chip on her
shoulder about the Whitney family. The
Whitneys threw her mother out when she was pregnant with Becca, and were no
kinder to Becca the one and only time she choked down her pride to a for
hekp—for her younger half-sister. She
wouldn’t care if they all disappeared from the face of the earth.

Becca finds herself masquerading as the cousin she’s always
hated from afar. And smack in the middle
of the very New York High Society that chewed up her poor mother and spit her
out. She has to figure out how to
convince people who know her cousin intimately that she’s the
famous—infamous—Larissa Whitney instead of the poor relation no one’s ever
heard of.
And worst of all, she finds herself entirely too drawn to
Theo…
I hope you’ll enjoy this book, that my editor called “Mr.
Rochester meets Gossip Girl.” I had a
lot of fun writing it and the second book about the Whitney heiresses—Larissa’s
story!—Heiress Behind the Headlines coming out in October.
4 comments:
Actually, my sisters and I look a lot alike.. And in a small town, it's not fun having to always tell people which Smith girl you are..no I'm not the oldest, I the youngest..yes I know we look very similar.. I had teachers who consistently called me by my sister's names..
LOL! We were always referred to as the Dean Girls and even now in our forties and fifties people refer to us sisters as the Dean girls.
We sisters were lookalikes!
Nas Dean
A twin? Not really. When I was young a met two sets of twins. I could never tell them apart, which I thought would be upsetting. My ego was and is too big to be mixed up with someone else.
So sad. That's me.
I would have liked more siblings, but a twin would have been interesting!
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