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Where is her twin?
Gage Drummond’s ex-fiancée is missing and in grave danger. Her identical twin sister is his only chance of finding her. But an accident has left Mallory Roth with amnesia. Still, Mallory is more than willing to help search for answers to secure Alyssa’s safe return. But it soon becomes clear that Mallory isn’t acting like herself. In fact, minute by minute, Mallory reminds Gage more and more of the woman he’s desperate to find. And with one sister missing and another missing memories, it’s obvious their enemies are playing for keeps. Can they discover the truth—before it’s too late?
“You’re not Mallory, you’re Alyssa.”
Gage knew he was right. An overwhelming relief washed over him.
“And you know this—how?”
“It’s the only thing that makes sense. Earlier you asked me if I believed in God, and I do. So does Alyssa. But Mallory’s not a churchgoer. Aly…you talked about it.”
Slowly she shook her head. “I think you’re just saying this to make yourself feel better.”
“Feel better about what?” he demanded.
“About how close we came to kissing back there on the sidewalk.”
He remembered that moment, when their faces had been close. Too close. “Nothing happened,” he denied swiftly. “What’s wrong with you? I thought you’d be glad to know your true identity.”
“But I don’t know my true identity, do I?” she countered. “Telling me I’m Alyssa or Mallory doesn’t really change anything. I’m not anyone until I can remember for myself.”
He didn’t want to admit she was right. While he might be convinced she really was Alyssa, the truth didn’t change anything.
She still couldn’t remember. Not her identity and not anything related to the danger they were in.
LAURA SCOTT
grew up reading faith-based romance books by Grace Livingston Hill, but as much as she loved the stories, she longed for a bit more mystery and suspense. She is honored to write for the Love Inspired Suspense line, where a reader can find a heartwarming journey of faith amid the thrilling danger.
Laura lives with her husband of over twenty-five years and has two children, a daughter and a son, who are both in college. She works as a critical-care nurse during the day at a large level-one trauma center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and spends her spare time writing romance.
Please visit Laura at www.laurascottbooks.com, as she loves to hear from her readers.
Identity Crisis
Laura Scott
MILLS & BOON
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All the prophets testify about him,
that everyone who believes in him
receives forgiveness of sins through his name.
—Acts 10:43
This book is dedicated to my wonderful in-laws Ted and Pat Iding, who welcomed me into their family twenty-seven years ago and have loved me like a daughter. Thanks for always being there.
Contents
ONE
Alyssa Roth pulled the hood of her sweatshirt up to cover her newly cropped blond hair as she cautiously approached her town house. She couldn’t imagine why her twin sister might have come to her place, but she’d searched all Mallory’s usual spots over the past few hours, without success. She’d called and left messages at Mallory’s condo and on her cell. She was feeling desperate. She had to find her twin and warn her of the danger.
The hour was close to midnight, so there weren’t many people out and about, but that didn’t stop her from casting a worried glance over her shoulder. She’d taken a bus from a park-and-ride close to the motel and walked the rest of the way. Using her key, she opened the door and quickly crossed the threshold, locking the door behind her.
The interior was dark so if Mallory was there, she must be sleeping. She pulled a small penlight out of her pocket, unwilling to risk the overhead lights that would effectively broadcast her presence to anyone who might be watching.
Holding the light low at her side, she walked through the kitchen into the living room. She caught an unexpected flash of glitter, and relief washed over her as she realized Mallory’s hair clip was on the table beside the sofa.
“Mallory,” she whispered loudly