Category: Mystery/Suspense Publisher: Greenleaf Book Group LLC (September 1, 2010)
ISBN-10: 1934572489
Type: Fiction
Pages: 457
Copyright: September 1, 2010
ISBN-13: 9781934572481
Price: $4.99 (eBook)
A baby girl is stolen, and tightly woven webs of deception encase her and two families for eight traumatic years.
The stunningly beautiful and elegant Ashleigh Taylor gives birth to twin daughters while she’s in Long Beach visiting her father figure, Charles Stuart, the founder of Bentley’s Royale. Hours later, a parent’s worst nightmare occurs: Cassie is kidnapped.Twisted Websunravels the mystery of the abduction of Callie’s identical twin, and why. With the same drama, tension, and high style that hooked readers ofWebs of Power, the author invites loyal fans and readers new to the series to step into this provocative sequel set in the 1990s. There is plenty going on to keep them turning pages all the way to the end.
Darlene Quinn probes with candor and sensitivity the shock and despair, the anger and frustration of parents suddenly missing a child and the long-term effects on a family wrestling with these emotions. Each of the novel’s complementary storylines ties to the redemptive theme of motherhood.
Readers crisscross the USA, from LA to New York, as vivid scenes of luxury, envy, retail empire power plays, backstabbing, lust, haute couture, and manipulation play out among the supporting cast of spirited, talented, and oftentimes snarky personalities—some of whom are familiar, others new.
Suspense electrifies the pages of each short, fast-paced chapter—at the close of which Quinn has crafted a knockout ending.
Excerpt
PROLOGUE
Long Beach, California
August 18, 1990
Mario Christonelli pulled his silver Taurus into the only remaining parking spot behind St. Joseph’s Church, his trembling hands damp and cold. Between jagged breaths he wiped his palms on his trousers, then leaned over to check the large canvas bag on the passenger seat beside him. Inside, the tiny baby still slept soundly in the soft cradle he’d crafted for her. Suddenly he crushed both hands to his chest, as if to slow the thundering beat of his heart. What have I done? What in the hell have I done? God forgive me.
Mario’s eye shifted to the digital clock on the dashboard. It read 6:55. In the glow of the illuminated church, he sat stiffly. Time stood still.
His thoughts shot back to Erica, and his guilt shifted to unspeakable regret over what he’d done. Regret over what had driven him to commit this sin against God. Regret that his actions would bring so much pain to innocent people. But what choice did he have? Deep in his heart, Mario knew that if it were possible to turn back the clock, he still would not alter the course he had taken.
Moments later, parishioners began to pour out of the church’s open doors. Mario watched Father O’Reilly bid his final farewells in the vestibule and then turn toward the corridor leading to his small office. Mario gently scooped up the baby, snugly wrapped in a pink receiving blanket. No, not “the baby,” he corrected himself.Our daughter. He flung open the car door and headed toward the church steps, calling out, “Father. I need a few minutes of your time.”
Father O’Reilly smiled in recognition. “Mario. Of course.” He paused, his empathy transparent. “How is Erica?”
The priest had been privy to Mario and Erica’s despair. Well into her ninth month, Erica’s appendix had burst, infection dashing their hopes of ever having a child of their own.
“No better, I’m afraid.” Mario saw the questioning look in Father O’Reilly’s eyes as the priest’s gaze drifted down to the small bundle held awkwardly in his arms. Not caring to elaborate, Mario plunged on. “I’ve something … something I must confess.”
Father O’Reilly nodded and said, “Well, my son, then you must come to confession tomorrow morning, before our next mass.”
“But … I …” Mario paused, groping for the right words. They didn’t come. A moment passed, and then he blurted, “Forgive me, Father. What I have to tell you cannot wait. You must hear my confession now.”
CHAPTER 1
Ashleigh Taylor stared straight ahead, oblivious to the silver-haired nurse behind her wheelchair, oblivious to the hum of voices that echoed off the walls of Long Beach Memorial Hospital’s enormous lobby. Oblivious to anything but her tiny daughter.
From the moment this nightmare began, her room on the maternity floor had been flooded with people—hospital staff, members of the hospital administration, police, and plainclothes detectives. She’d talked to scores of individuals, so many that their faces and words were no more than an unfocused kaleidoscope.
As Ashleigh gazed down at her baby, her vision blurred. She blinked back tears.Who did this? Who could have taken her twin? And … why? Oh my God, why did this happen? She prayed once more for strength.
Ashleigh’s only relief was that she would finally be leaving the upheaval on the maternity floor and the endless litany of questions she could not begin to answer. Neither the nurse who pushed the wheelchair nor the two uniformed officers accompanying them had spoken directly to her since leaving the fourth floor. What was there to say?
The instant the automatic doors hissed open, Conrad rushed to her side, his dark hair slightly disheveled, a light stubble shadowing his jaw. He took her hand in his, then tenderly ran his index finger along their daughter’s soft cheek.
Ashleigh sat up as straight as she could, trying to show her husband that she could be—she would be—strong. Her gaze drifted from Conrad to the black-and-white police cars, one directly in front of their rented Lincoln Continental, the other nearly touching the back bumper. Behind the rear police car was a black sedan. The driver’s door swung open, and a tall man in a dark suit headed in their direction—perhaps one of the plainclothes detectives? Ashleigh felt her resolve begin to waver.
Conrad followed her eyes toward the tall man beside the black Crown Victoria. The man was well over six feet, with thick salt-and-pepper hair and a serious expression on his thin face. “Be right with you,” Conrad called out. Turning back to her, he said tenderly, “We’re going to get through this.”
“I know.” Ashleigh squeezed Callie lightly and then raised her to meet her father’s outstretched arms. Before either he or the nurse could utter a single word in protest, she rose from her wheelchair. “I rode in this thing only because I was given no choice,” she said in a strained voice. “I don’t need to be pampered. I need to be strong.”
“Ashleigh!”
“I’m sorry, love. I know I must sound like a petulant child. But I can’t allow myself to be weak or fall into any kind of self-pity. We both have to be strong. Callie needs us, and I pray that whoever has taken Cassie will …” Tears filled her eyes again, this time spilling down her cheeks before she could stop them.
Conrad pulled her close with his free arm.
“I’d like to sit in the backseat, beside Callie,” she said, knowing her husband would understand.
“Of course,” he said, pulling open the rear car door.
Ashleigh slid into the backseat, then froze. A single infant car seat had been secured to the beige leather seat. Conrad must have dashed out to purchase it that morning. There was no sign of the one they had bought in anticipation of the twins—the double one that had been strapped to the seat the day before. The day their life had been torn apart. The day Ashleigh had reached into Cassie’s bassinet beside her own bed and scooped up a rubber baby doll, swaddled in a pink hospital receiving blanket and staring up at her with bright blue, plastic eyes. The day her heart had come to a full stop.
Taking a steadying breath, Ashleigh looked up at Conrad and wordlessly held out her arms for Callie. He held her eye silently. There was no need for words. He gently placed their daughter in her arms and then strode toward the officer.
Callie whimpered, and Ashleigh’s thoughts temporarily shifted from her own loss. She held her infant daughter for a moment or so, rocking her back and forth until she quieted, then carefully maneuvered her into the car seat. Fumbling with the unfamiliar latches, Ashleigh had to smile at her own awkwardness. But Callie immediately settled down and appeared to be taking in her surroundings.
Ashleigh thought of the mysterious bond between identical twins—she’d read that it could be powerful. From the moment she’d learned that she was carrying twins, she had devoured every relevant book and article she could get her hands on. Did that bond develop in the womb? Could Callie, even now, sense the loss of her sister? Oh, let it be temporary! Callie would not be missing her twin for long. Whoever had taken Cassie would be found, and she would be returned to them. Their family would be whole again soon.
Ashleigh willed herself to believe it.
Professional Reviews
Unforgetable Characters with Very Admirable Traits
There couldn’t be a better title for this book. There were a whole lot of twists and turns in the story and it held my attention from first page to last. I don’t know of many people with the wisdom of Ashleigh, particularly when faced with decisions about the future of her kidnapped, then found, twin daughter. Her inclusion of Erica’s family into her own is enviable. We will miss Charles, just as we look forward to what kind of mess Mitchell will be stirring up next. Quinn is unmatched in her knowledge of the history of the rise and fall of the venerable department store and I, like her, miss a lot of the stately old stores that exemplified the best of the best. A big plus in all of her books are the Author’s Notes. If you love the fashion industry, or if you’ve worked in retail, you will especially enjoy the Author’s Notes. I’ve learned a lot from just this section of Quinn’s works. Once again, I’m left wanting more.
Twisted Webs, Indeed
Well, well, Darlene, you wrote a wallop of a book. Its physical size matches the scope of the problem you set up. It's a great concept--kidnapping of an identical twin. Built into the problem at the outset is the anticipation of the twins inevitably coming together . The reader waits for that moment for 450 pages. Good trick.
The shortness of the chapters quickens the pace and keep the tension high.
The novel bounces along at a wonderfully lively pace, coming upon lots of subplots and back stories. And these all work as reflections, mirrors, as variations of the mother theme.
The early foreshadowing of the ultimate meeting works smartly, "Can't hide it forever."
I particularly liked the tease when the twins "almost" meet each other.
But what's this: "Powerful men don't like dramatic women"? Intriguing.
You have an interesting little technique of first bringing in a character out of the blue and then bringing in the activity he's involved with, rather than the other way around. It catches the reader off-guard asking, Who's this? Then, okay, I see it.
You handle time in the same surprising way. Suddenly without notice, we are in the future. The reader asks, "Who's this? Oh yes."
By the way, the book title is perfect. And your early references to it are not missed.
One hesitancy: Viviana's history at the end of the novel brought up incest. That's a big matzo ball dropped in at the end of a novel and not dealt with. Unless, as I suspect, you are going to deal with it heavily in the next book.
While reading the Epilogue, I began thinking how I would feel if my identical twin suddenly walked through the door and greeted me. The thought is fascinating.
The Author's Note brings immediacy and personal contact with the author. It's binding.
Your whale of a book with all of its characters reminds me of Dickens' Nicholas Nickelby that was made into a 9-hour film. The length was possible because he had so many characters and so many subplots.
So I offer my congratulations, Darlene, on a Mainstream novel very well done.
Twisted Webs, November 10, 2015
Ashleigh Taylor was introduced in the previous book about the department super powers and their fall to leveraged buy outs. Twisted Webs takes a step back from the corporate world and looks more into the personal lives of the characters. Ashleigh has twins - but one is stolen from the cradle in the hospital days after they are born. As the hunt for the missing twin begins - we follow the lives of both sides throughout the entire story.
Some favorite characters are brought back and the small world of retailing and fashion force the kidnapped twins family and Ashleigh's family into each other's sphere time and again - with close calls and finally a recognition. The thing that really stands out in this whole drama is the lack of a bad guy. The family that has the missing twin has no idea that their daughter was kidnapped. Once the story comes to light, the story begins to really unfold in a very interesting way.
The ending was brilliant. I don't think Darlene Quinn could have done better with it. Ashleigh's attitude during the story was amazing. The strain it put on her relationships was very real. A very well-done story.
*This book was received in exchange for an honest review
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