I just received the cover for my new novel, DOUBLE DECEPTION-- ebook available October 4th, paperback later in the month, from AMBER QUILL PRESS.
I think I like it. It captures the idea of twins, doubles, and mystery. It's interesting how the people who've seen the picture interpret it differently. One friend saw the faces as cracked like ancient statues. Another saw spider webs. I see the delicate pattern covering the faces as lace, suggestive of the hats women used to wear with a veil, creating an aura of mystery.
The following is a scene from the book when the sisters (identical twins) raised apart, unaware of the other's existence, confront one another for the first time:
“Oh,
you’re awake!” The woman’s voice seemed eerily familiar, and when she
approached, Fallon blinked. It seemed at first a mirage, a hallucination—a
woman with her own face, her own figure loomed above her in the dim light. She
realized, with a start, her identical twin was staring down at her.
——
Still
lightheaded, Fallon struggled to a sitting position, feeling as if she were
gazing into a slightly distorted mirror. Charlotte stared back with the same
intensity, their eyes locked on one another. Charlotte spoke first. “Who are
you? Where did you come from?”
Since
learning of her twin’s existence, Fallon had been obsessed with finding her,
yet the reality was overwhelming. Her reaction was visceral—blood pulsing at
her temples, a rush of adrenaline. Despite the pain in her head and the vertigo
that made the room spin, she reached a hand toward the figure. She tried and
failed to say her name.
Charlotte’s
face, at once strange and familiar, swam before her—pale, paler than her own. A
slight crease between her eyebrows and a certain tightness about the mouth
hinted at stress. She was slimmer, too. Her sister was staring at her,
demanding to know who she was.
Fallon
finally managed a croak. “Oh my God! Charlotte! Charlotte, you’re alive!”
“Who
are you?” Charlotte repeated. “How do you know my name? Why do you look like
me?”
Fighting
the fog in her brain, Fallon tried to explain. “I’m your twin. Your sister,
Fallon Jamison.”
“You’re
my twin? My twin?” Charlotte drew in a deep breath. “This is crazy!”
“I
only found out a few days ago.” It was still difficult to get the words out. “I
saw your picture in the park on a poster—”
“My
picture?” Charlotte’s voice faltered. “They’re looking for me?”
“You
didn’t know?”
“I don’t know anything. I don’t know what’s
going on, where I am, why I’m here. Then you show up. I thought I was losing my
mind!
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