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The Twilight Wife

The Twilight Wife

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by A.J. Banner

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From bestselling author A.J. Banner comes a dazzling new novel of psychological suspense in the vein of S.J. Watson’s Before I Go to Sleep and Mary Kubica’s The Good Girl that questions just how much we can trust the people around us.

Thirty-four-year-old marine biologist Kyra Winthrop remembers nothing about the diving accident that left


From bestselling author A.J. Banner comes a dazzling new novel of psychological suspense in the vein of S.J. Watson’s Before I Go to Sleep and Mary Kubica’s The Good Girl that questions just how much we can trust the people around us.

Thirty-four-year-old marine biologist Kyra Winthrop remembers nothing about the diving accident that left her with a complex form of memory loss. With only brief flashes of the last few years of her life, her world has narrowed to a few close friendships on the island where she lives with her devoted husband, Jacob.

But all is not what it seems. Kyra begins to have visions—or are they memories?—of a rocky marriage, broken promises, and cryptic relationships with the island residents, whom she believes to be her friends.

As Kyra races to uncover her past, the truth becomes a terrifying nightmare. A twisty, immersive thriller, The Twilight Wife will keep readers enthralled through the final, shocking twist.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Banner (The Good Neighbor) milks every ounce of suspense out of this harrowing plot that reveals memory to be both unreliable and impossible to fully wash away. Kyra Winthrop is a 34-year-old marine biologist who lives on a secluded island in the Pacific Northwest with her ever-present husband, Jacob. After a diving accident leaves her with memory loss, she can’t remember the last four years and spends her days hoping to regain her past. As she tries to cope, memories—and eerie recurring dreams—begin to come back but also bring more questions than answers. What was her relationship to her husband’s friend Aiden? Why does she think there were more people involved in her accident than she’s been told? Not all on the island, and in her marriage, is what it seems. Overly emotive writing—“I’m infused with excitement, trepidation, and fear”—and a twist that can be seen coming from very early on keep this from being a riveting thriller. However, Kyra is a believable, empathetic protagonist, and Banner’s ability to maintain tension while teasing out the truth of her hazy past will keep readers engaged. (Dec.)
Greg Olsson
“An enthralling, unforgettable novel that defies readers to stop turning the pages.”
Kimberly Belle
"After a diving accident, a woman's memory returns in cryptic and terrifying flashes in A. J. Banner's latest thriller. Filled with buried secrets and unexpected turns, The Twilight Wife is a twisty, edge-of-your-seat story that's impossible to put down."
D.M. Pulley
"Banner captures the anxiety of a lost memory and haunted past in this taut psychological thriller, beautifully set on a remote island in the Pacific Northwest."
James Hankins
"Suspense and mystery simmer on every page of A.J. Banner’s latest novel, The Twilight Wife. With a wonderfully clever plot; a sympathetic and skillfully drawn point-of-view character; a powerful sense of place; and rich prose that is, at times, almost hauntingly evocative; The Twilight Wife is everything readers could hope for, whether they are looking for psychological suspense, mystery, or simply a beautifully-told story. A real treat."
Wendy Walker
“With spellbinding narration and brilliant pacing, The Twilight Wife is not to be missed. A. J. Banner is a truly gifted storyteller!”
Karen Katchur
"A haunting tale about one woman's struggle to remember the past, the husband she is supposed to love, and the accident that changed everything. This mesmerizing fast-paced psychological thriller is full of chilling twists and turns. I couldn't put it down!"
First for Women Magazine
The New York Journal of Books
“…packed with mystery and suspense…the final destination is a total surprise. Well done.”
Fresh Fiction
“Breathtaking and suspenseful…unique and highly entertaining.”
Gregg Olsen

“An enthralling, unforgettable novel that defies readers to stop turning the pages.”

David Bell
"AJ Banner's The Twilight Wife is an intensely suspenseful, diamond-sharp romantic thriller about a woman who has lost her memory and the wild, painful path back to her true self. Every page is packed with both peril and exquisite writing, and the novel reads like a wholly unique cross between Somewhere in Time and Memento. You won't be able to put it down!"
Catherine McKenzie
“In The Good Neighbor A. J. Banner plays on many of our greatest fears—that the person we’ve placed our greatest trust in isn’t who we think they are. A fast-paced psychological thriller with a fantastic twist at the end. Not to be missed.”
Robert Dugoni
Previous praise for THE GOOD NEIGHBOR (named by Harper’s Bazaar as a book that could be the next Gone Girl):

“A riveting psychological thriller with twists and turns I didn’t see coming. The ending will blow you away. Set aside your day. You won’t be able to put The Good Neighbor down.”

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The Twilight Wife

This morning, I know the scientific term for the vermilion star, Mediaster aequalis, but I have trouble remembering my name. I reach into the icy water to touch the sea star’s bumpy exoskeleton, and I feel like a child full of fascination, not a thirty-four-year-old marine biologist recovering from a head injury. They say I taught freshman classes at Seattle University, but I have no memory of those days. I wonder about the moments I’ve lost, the people I loved. We surely must have laughed together, lifted our glasses to celebrate weddings, birthdays, anniversaries. I used to have a life. But now I have only this island, the husband who stays by my side, and a peculiar recurring dream.

I came down to the water’s edge today, to see if I could conjure a memory, but instead I found this rare, healthy sea star, untouched by the mysterious wasting disease ravaging sea stars along the west coast. Here is this bright orange miracle, all five arms intact. I suppose I’m a miracle, too, still alive and intact after fracturing my skull in a diving accident three months ago.

These islands haunt me, but I have no conscious memory of this area. No memory of my decision to move here to study the rare Tompkins anemone. No memory of buying these pajamas, my sweater, my running shoes.

And I don’t recognize the jagged scar on my right thumb. A thin white line. My husband, Jacob, said I cut myself on a barnacle-encrusted rock while diving.

I once knew how to assemble a scuba unit, but I don’t trust myself to even put on a mask anymore. I don’t recall learning how to dive. Last thing I remember, I was thirty years old. And after that . . . the boat trip to this island two weeks ago. Jacob thinks the beautiful forest emerging from the fog and the rocky coastline of this special place will help restore me. All I can think is, what am I doing here?

I long to reclaim the four years I’ve lost. After my recovery in the hospital, we came here to Mystic Island in the Pacific Northwest, where the wind blows in cold from the sea. On this remote outpost, emergency responders can be slow—if they even get the call. The locals pride themselves on staying “off the grid.” Our landline goes out so often, we might as well not have one.

Jacob follows me everywhere. He worries I’ll forget where I am. He won’t like that I’ve wandered down to the beach alone. I could become disoriented, lose my way. My husband watches over me like a guardian angel.

And I barely remember him at all.

“Kyra! What are you doing?” His voice drifts toward me on the wind. He’s racing along the beach in graceful strides.

“I found a healthy sea star!” My name is Kyra Winthrop. I dropped my maiden name, Munin. I’ve been married to Jacob Winthrop for nearly three years. I have to keep reminding myself.

When Jacob reaches me, breathless, he pulls me to my feet. “You scared the hell out of me.” His T-shirt is on inside out, and he’s in jeans and hiking boots. He’s striking in a Nordic way, with blue eyes, strong features, and a blond buzz cut. If I could talk to my old self, I would congratulate her for making such a wise decision to marry this thoughtful man, who clearly loves me.

“Sorry I scared you,” I say, looking toward the sea. “I needed to get outside, that’s all.”

“You walked a long way. I got worried.” He looks around in a panic, as if some malevolent force might try to steal me. But there is no other human on this beach, only the seagulls riding the updrafts.

“You shouldn’t worry. You need your rest. Taking care of me is wearing you out.” I touch his cheek, rough with the beginning of a beard. His fatigue shows in the shadows beneath his eyes. I wish he didn’t insist on cooking for me, tidying up after me, doing the laundry. He patiently answers my questions, but I hate having to ask them.

He pulls me into a hug. “Tell me the truth,” he says. “What’s going on? Was it . . .?”

“Yeah, the dream again,” I confess. It’s always the same. I’m diving in murky, churning waters, struggling against the current. I wake in a cold sweat.

“That nightmare won’t leave you alone.” Jacob steps back and rests his hands on my shoulders. They’re heavy hands, as if his bones are made of concrete. “Maybe you need to talk to someone.”

“I’m sorry the burden has been all on you.”

“You’re never a burden. That’s not what I meant.” He lifts my hand to his lips, kisses my fingers. His breath is warm on my skin. “You could’ve woken me. I would’ve come down here with you.”

“But you looked so peaceful.”

He scratches the stubble on his chin. “I’ll be more peaceful inside by the woodstove. Come on, you’re shivering. You should’ve put on a coat.”

“My sweater is good enough.” But he’s right. My teeth chatter as we head back along the beach, picking our way across kelp and shells. I imagine how we must have carried our scuba gear across a similar beach at Deception Pass, the day of the accident. We thought the amazing marine life in the pass would outweigh the risk of diving in such rough waters. He has shown me pictures of the area where we dove, several miles south of Mystic Island. But I don’t remember the Deception Pass Bridge, its span of nearly 1,500 feet rising 180 feet above the narrow strait that separates Whidbey Island from Fidalgo Island. Apparently, we consulted the tide tables, which we thought were in Pacific Standard Time. But they were in Pacific Daylight Time. We were diving earlier than we thought, through strong currents instead of in calm waters at slack current.

I turn to look up at Jacob. “How did we survive?”

“What?” He looks at me with confusion in his eyes.

“We made it to shore east of the bridge. But how?”

“We swam. I told you already.” He can’t hide the touch of irritation in his voice.

“I don’t remember every detail of what you tell me—”

“I know. It’s just . . .”

“I’m sorry you have to repeat yourself.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

But I know he does. He tries so hard to be patient. “I want to go back to the pass,” I say. “I want to see where we dove. Maybe I’ll start remembering on my own.”

He interlaces his fingers with mine. “We’ll go back, okay? But not yet. You need some time.”

“Fair enough.” I know he’s the one who needs time. He remembers everything, and now he suffers from post-traumatic stress, while my brain simply blacked out.

I follow him up the steps toward our sprawling cedar bungalow with its plethora of windows and a small garden cottage. Vines of ivy climb the western wall of the main dwelling. Rosebushes cling to the south-facing side. Jacob’s mother planted the first roses nearly forty years ago, when his father built the house as a refuge from city life. It’s the kind of house that might harbor a fugitive or someone in witness protection—or a weary soul seeking a retreat, a sanctuary surrounded by forest and the sea.

Despite its sprawl, the one-story structure feels unobtrusive, as if it has grown naturally from the landscape. Many times in recent days, I’ve stood in the garden or on the beach, staring at the house from different perspectives, trying to remember the last time we were here. I imagine Jacob chasing me up the stone steps, both of us laughing. I know we loved this place—he has shown me the photographs. How lucky I am that his parents left him the place. He hired contractors to remodel the rooms, add the solar panels, and build the garden cottage, where he types away on the Great American Novel. He left his lucrative software business in Seattle to take care of me. He stocked the pantry and rigged a spotty satellite Internet connection in my study, but the island has no cell phone service. It feels like we’re light-years away from civilization, instead of a hundred miles from Seattle, across the Strait of Juan de Fuca.

If I stand on the deck, I hear the rush of wind, the rhythm of the surf, the muted chirping of birds in the underbrush. There are no cars on this dead-end road, no television, no neighbors. Since we’ve been here, I have not even heard the drone of a distant airplane. At night, far from the city lights, the stars crowd into a spectacular display in the inky dome of sky. The sheer wildness of this island leaves me breathless, a deep and unspoken longing rising inside me—for what, I’m not sure.

When Jacob and I reach the house, a blue pickup truck comes into view in the driveway. A woman I knew here before, Nancy Phelps, traipses toward me through the long grass. Last week, she brought over autumn squash and pumpkins from her garden. She’s in jeans, pullover, and boots, her golden hair flying.

This time, a man has come with her, probably her husband. I seem to remember—she told me he runs a salvage diving company. He must’ve returned from his latest expedition. He’s crouching to examine the broken solar panel in the driveway.

“Morning!” Nancy says, striding up to us and pulling me into an apple-scented hug. Her features etch delicate impressions into her face. Small nose, wide-set hazel eyes, and a scattering of freckles.

I look down at my damp pajamas, then I smile at her. “If I’d known you were coming, I would’ve worn my fluffy slippers.”

“You look gorgeous,” she says.

“You, too. But you’re lying. I look like I just rolled out of bed.”

“It was a gorgeous roll out of bed.”

“Come in for coffee?” I say.

“Too much to do, but thanks. We were headed up this way to drop off some eggs. Thought Van might take a look at repairing the solar panel.”

“He’s our fix-it man,” Jacob says.

Her husband strides over in a slightly bowlegged gait. He’s handsome in a rough way, all stubble and thick, dark hair. He’s in work boots and jeans and a flannel shirt. “Kyra,” he says in a deep voice, shaking my hand. As his fingers touch mine, I’m struck by a lightning bolt of recognition. He’s gazing into my eyes, offering me a glass of wine.

“You must be Van,” I say, letting go of his hand.

“Good to see you again,” he says. “Nancy says you won’t remember me.”

She gives me an apologetic look. “I had to tell him what happened, couldn’t have you pretending.”

“I’ll be pretending if I say I remember you,” I say. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing stayed with you, huh? Not a danged thing?” Van points at his right temple. “You hit your head, and now . . .?”

“Van,” Nancy warns him.

“Just sayin’. You got nothing of . . . how long?”

“Four years,” I say.

“Damn.” He lets out a low whistle.

Jacob pats my shoulder. “She knows how she felt about this place. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I say. “I loved the island.” I feel silly and cold standing here in my pajamas.

Van steps closer to me. “Any chance it could all come back?”

“No,” Jacob says, while I say, “Yes.”

“Maybe a few moments could come back,” Jacob corrects himself. “But it’s highly unlikely.”

I bite back my response. Highly unlikely?

For a split second, the two men gaze at each other. The voices seem far away, traveling a great distance through the sludgy atmosphere.

“. . . better take a look,” Nancy is saying. “Van’s a whiz at fixing things.”

Jacob is suddenly jovial. “What’s the prognosis, Van?”

We’re all following Van to the solar panel. “Big one,” he’s saying. “Twenty-four-volt, two-hundred-watt . . . not sure.”

Jacob nods. “Can you fix the broken glass?”

Van kneels next to the panel and examines it closely. “I could use some UV-resistant plastic. I could seal it for you. You’re low on watts, but the voltage is okay.”

“That’ll work?” Jacob says. “You can’t replace the glass?”

“Hell no. That glass is bonded to the cells. Could damage the thing. I would use heavy-gauge plastic. I know of some good waterproof sealant. Used on roofs. Not strictly green, mind you.”

“That’s okay,” Jacob says.

“Got to make sure the panel is dry. There’s a trick to the repair. I’ve done it before. You don’t want to get wrinkles in the plastic, like—”

“No need to go into details,” Nancy says, but not in a cruel way. It’s a familiarity born of time and shared experiences.

“Go for it,” Jacob says. “Name your price.”

“We barter around here,” Van says, looking at me. I look away, out across the sea. The wind is kicking up whitecaps.

“Not sure what I can barter,” Jacob says. “I’ve got some oysters—”

“Van’s allergic to shellfish,” Nancy says.

“Wood,” Van says, pointing to the wood pile. “A cord?”

“You got it.”

Nancy pulls me aside. “How are you holding up?”

I watch Jacob and Van crouching over the solar panel, their backs to us. “I’m okay, but it’s day by day.”

“I told you I would help,” she says.

“You and I. Were we close? Before my accident?”

“We did talk some.” She squeezes my arm gently. “Give it time. And in the meantime, let Jacob take care of you. You’re lucky to have a husband like him.” She looks at him and tucks her hands into her jacket pockets.

“I worry he’s getting tired of all my questions.”

“I’m sure he’s okay with it. He says you still have an amazing memory for facts . . .”

“If he says so.”

“Have you given any thought to coming down to the school?”

“The school?”

“To talk to the kids, remember? Teach them about marine biology?”

“Oh, right,” I say faintly. I don’t recall this piece of our previous conversations.

“You could tell them about, say, the Portuguese man o’ war.”

It comes to me immediately. “The Portuguese man o’ war is an ancient, foot-long purple bladder in the phylum Cnidaria, existing virtually unchanged for six hundred fifty million years . . .”

“You do remember a few things,” she says, her brows rising.

When these facts come back to me so quickly, I surprise even myself, though I know I knew all of this years before the time I lost.

She gives me a peculiar look. “I bet you attracted Jacob with all those facts. He always liked smart women.”

“Always? What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, since we grew up together, I know Jacob’s taste in women. He must love your brilliant mind,” she says, smiling.

“I’m not sure I have much of a mind left,” I say.

“I’m sure you do. So, you’ll give it a whirl? Teaching? We have only twenty kids, all ages.”

A sleeping memory stirs inside me. “Yes, you teach in a one-room school. Now I remember being there, vaguely.”

“You talked about delicate ecosystems and the way the warming oceans are destroying the balance of nature. You motivated the kids to make a difference in the world.”

“I’m sure you inspire your students as well.”

“I like to think I do,” she says, hooking her arm in mine. “Let’s walk a bit?” She’s already steering me down the driveway.

“Where are you going?” Jacob asks.

“I’m taking her for a little stroll,” Nancy says. “We’re catching up.”

He gives me an anxious look. “Don’t be long. She needs to get some rest.”

“I’ll have her back soon.” We turn right onto the dirt lane winding through a dense fir forest. When the men are out of sight, she says, “This road was a lot bumpier when we were kids.”

“How long have you and Jacob known each other?”

“Since we were babies,” she says wistfully. “Spring, summer, Christmas. He lived in the city, came to the island on holidays with his parents. But I told you all this.”

“Sorry. I still have a little trouble—”

“Have you given any thought to seeing Sylvia? She might be able to help.”


“The therapist.”

A familiar anxiety seizes me. “We talked about her, too, didn’t we?”

“I asked you if you were seeing anyone, like a psychologist. You said your doctors in Seattle did all they could.”

“They gave me memory exercises to practice at home, but—”

“I told you if you want to consult with a professional here, I know of one.” She reaches into her coat pocket and hands me a business card embossed in blue text. Sylvia LaCrosse, Licensed Clinical Social Worker, with a telephone number and an address on Waterfront Road. The card looks familiar.

“Did you give me a card last week?” I say. She must have, and I’ve lost it. What did I do with it? My fingers tremble. I nearly drop the card in the dirt.

“No, I didn’t give you a card,” she says. “You said you wanted to think about it.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “She’s not a psychologist.”

“She’s as good as one. She worked for Pierce County for a lot of years, family therapy. She got burned out in the city. Too many sad cases and not enough funding. She’s semiretired, but she’s still taking on some clients in private practice.”

“You told me all this last week, too, didn’t you?”

Nancy nods sadly. “You need to see her. Trust me, she’s good at what she does.”

“Thank you,” I say, tucking the card into my pocket. Somehow, the possibility of talking to Sylvia LaCrosse calms me, like a soothing balm.

When we get back, Jacob gives me a searching look. “Are you feeling all right?”

“I’m okay,” I say, although my legs are wobbly.

Nancy gives him a high-wattage smile. “We were talking about how you two have to come over for dinner.”

Jacob looks up at me. “If Kyra wants to—”

“We would love to,” I say.

Van is already in the truck, revving the engine.

“He’s too impatient,” Nancy says. She gives me a quick hug. “We’ll pick a date for dinner. Don’t forget about the school. So good to see you.” But she’s smiling at Jacob, not at me.

“And you,” I say as she heads back to the truck.

Jacob takes my hand. “We don’t need to go for dinner if you’re not up for it.”

“It’ll be nice to be with friends. They can tell me things about my past, fill me in, so it’s not all on you. And it sounds like Nancy might have some great stories about you as a teenager. I wouldn’t want to miss out on that.”

“I don’t mind it all being on me.” He kisses my forehead. “And I’ll have to warn her not to give away any of my secrets.”

Nancy climbs into the truck next to her husband. He says something to her, not looking at her, waving his arm in a dismissive motion. She shrugs and looks away, tapping her fingers on the passenger-side window. The wind scatters leaves across the garden as he shifts the truck into reverse, hits the gas, and peels out of the driveway.

Meet the Author

Born in India and raised in North America, A. J. Banner received degrees from the University of California, Berkeley. Her first novel of psychological suspense, The Good Neighbor, was the #1 Kindle bestseller for thirty-four days and was named by Harper’s Bazaar as a book that could be the next Gone Girl. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and five rescued cats.

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The Twilight Wife 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
Deb-Krenzer 3 days ago
This was a great read. A woman who has lost her memory from a diving accident. She keeps having dreams and has to ask her husband what is real and what isn't real. They are on an island that is sparsely populated with a few close friends. Some of whom knew her before the accident. While she is trying to put the pieces back together, she finds out that all is not what it seems to be. The jaw dropping ending is one that I definitely did not see coming. This book was one that I could not put down as I wanted to know what happened in the water as well. Were there more than just two people down there? What really happened? And was it an accident? This was one creepy story, well worth my time. I loved it. Thanks to Touchstone for approving my request and to Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest review.
feather_lashes 12 days ago
"The word twilight suggests falling away into darkness, the strange, dreamlike in-between time, when day isn’t quite finished and night hasn’t quite begun. Kyra hovers in that limbo, not entirely herself without her memory and plunging into a terrifying night as her life unravels. However, she also finds beauty and hope in twilight. She remembers magical nights, when she walked the beach and discovered unusual marine species beneath the moonlight. And night always becomes day again. Darkness leads to dawn. She discovers her own inner strength and reclaims her life." -online author Q&A The Twilight Wife is a standalone, psychological suspense novel written by author A.J. Banner. After suffering a head injury, the heroine is struggling with memory loss. As with other novels with a similar plot, she comes across information, people, and experiences that challenge the memories she has been told. The Twilight Wife felt very familiar to me (think Before I Go to Sleep), but I very much enjoyed A.J. Banner's detail to the heroine's line of work as a marine biologist. This addition added lovely visuals for me while reading and even prompted me to look up a few terms/sea life words I had never heard of before. Although the bulk of this book isn't something I hadn't read before, I certainly don't regret reading it. Check it out! My favorite quote: "None of us is bound by the past."
CindyMcAllister 21 days ago
I received an advance copy of this story in exchange for my honest review. This is one of the most thought-provoking and thrilling books I have read in quite some time. Having read Ms. Banner's previous book, "The Good Neighbor," I expected a well-written, gripping offering and I was not disappointed! She has quickly become my favorite author for her ability to completely "finish" a story. No unanswered questions. No untied loose ends. Her characters are rich and believable, her story lines are full and well plotted. Her plot twists alone are worth the read and are unrivaled! I highly recommend anything by this author and can't wait to see what she has next!
Anonymous 22 days ago
This book was a wonderful thrilling book!!! It was an amazing book you have to keep reading to find out what happens! Kyra had a horrible accident and forgot all of her memories for the past 4 years. With the help of her husband she is trying to rebuild her life. She has flashes of past memories and what she is remembering doesn't make sense with what her husband is telling her. As Kyra remembers more and more the truth is quite terrifying! I received a copy of the book for an honest review.
Anonymous 23 days ago
AJ Banner paints more beautiful pictures with words in this atmospheric thriller; I can vividly imagine the story happening in a very real place, with very real people. Lots of twists and turns about who might be untrustworthy, or about who knows what about the supposedly happily married couple. One of the main characters kind of made my alarm bells ring right from the start, but I was kept guessing until the end about what was really go
HayleeBergman82 23 days ago
I have completely fallen in love with this book, A.J. Banner never fails to impress! The details about every character and place, make you feel like you're watching every page turn into a scene from a movie. The mystery that begins unfolding a little more in each chapter makes it to where you don't want to set the book down to even cook dinner! I was so engulfed in the mystery unfolding that before I knew it I went from the first page all the way to the last in one day! Definitely a page turner! One thing I absolutely love about the writing style of A.J. Banner is how suspenseful and thrilling her stories are. I never like things that are predictable and this book is far from predictable! I felt like I was a part of this story as I read it, her writing makes you feel so involved and it's so detailed that you really do feel like you're watching a movie! I received a galley of this book in exchange for an honest review, and I take pride in doing honest reviews, they help others to know if things are actually worth not only their money, but their precious time. And let me tell you, The Twilight Wife is absolutely worth every bit of your time and money! What an outstanding read! -Haylee Bergman
DespeauxFawcett 23 days ago
“The Twilight Wife” by A.J. Banner is a well-built psychological suspense story along the lines of S.J. Watson’s "Before I Go to Sleep." Marine biologist Kyra Winthrop remembers nothing about the diving accident at Deception Pass that left a gap in her short-term memory. She can’t remember the last few years, including her marriage to Jacob Winthrop. Each day is a struggle to reorient herself to who she is supposed to be—professional career woman and loving wife. After the accident, her husband whisks her off to a tiny uncharted island in the San Juan Islands where he lovingly tries to help her remember how happy they were before the accident. On the island, she runs into business owners and residents she met on her previous trip there the summer before the accident. From them, she gleans bits and pieces of who she was. Fragmented memories begin to return. But the puzzle pieces don’t fit and Kyra struggles to learn who she really is and uncover the mysteries surrounding her before it's too late. I admire A.J. Banner’s writing style—her crisp, clean lines, her setting and theme-driven similes, her detailed descriptions sprinkled throughout the story instead of dumped in blocks like some writers have a tendency towards. As the story moves along, the pace naturally increases until you literally cannot put the book down. I didn’t want this twisty, suspenseful story to end. I received an advanced reading copy from the author in exchange for an honest review. And I can honestly say I enjoyed this story and will recommend it to my friends. Well done!
bookworm1954DB 23 days ago
Wow, wow, wow!! What an amazing read this is! A.J. Banner is the Queen of psychological suspense. She truly knows how to weave a tale that keeps you guessing and then "Bam" comes the ending! You can never guess the endings to her books! I love that about her books. Now that is talent! This book is so incredibly well written and it flows effortlessly from beginning to end. You are on the edge of your seat throughout the book. I loved the storyline and the main characters. The characters are very complex and extremely well developed. You will be immersed in this story and won't want to come up for air. The dialogue is as true to life as the characters are. A.J. Banner is a master storyteller. You will love this book. An absolute must read!. I won't give you any spoilers because this is a book that must be savored. You just have to hold on and take the ride!
Holly 23 days ago
The Twilight Wife is the story of a woman trying to regain her memory after a accident to find that not all is what it seems! 34 year old Marine Biologist Kyra Winthrop is left remembering nothing of her past life after a diving accident left her with a huge memory loss. As Kyra tries to remember what happened that day and the days before that, she soon discovers that not everything is what it seems. With a stunning conclusion that finds Kyra where she was meant to be all along! This book was amazing in the sense that you have no clue to what is going on until the very last chapter when it will make sense about everything. My only problem in this entire book was how it ended without much of a backstory on how it went after Kyra discovered the truth to where she was in that last chapter but overall, it was a pretty good story to get in for a couple of hours! I so don't want to give much of anything away but this would make a fantastic movie that I would love to see being played out on the big screen that would be bigger than A Girl On A Train or at lest for me it would be! Thank You to A.J. Banner for writing a story that will keep anyone glued to the book until the last word is read! I received this book from the Publisher via NetGalley in exchange for a honest review.
PegGlover 23 days ago
The Twilight Wife is an intense and riveting psychological thriller. Kyra Winthrop suffered from amnesia after hitting her head in a diving accident. She could only remember bits and pieces of the last four years of her life. And, since she had only been married for three years, most of her married life was a blank slate. Kyra was fortunate that she at least remembered Jacob, her husband, enough to feel comfortable around him; but not enough; however, to share a bedroom. Jacob had patience, though, and created for Kyra the perfect place for her to relax and regain her memories. Jacob brought Kyra to Mystic Island, his childhood vacation home. It was a place where everyone knew everyone else. Kyra had been there before, so people recognized and sympathized with her. They also helped her put some of the pieces of her past together. The flashes of memory that Kyra did recover, though, confused her, more than comforted her. It troubled Kyra that she had glimpses of being with another man, possibly Jacob’s best friend. From what she gathered from the Islander’s conversations, her marriage was less than ideal. Although Jacob appeared to be the perfect husband, there was something that she couldn’t quite identify that was dark and foreboding about him. And that troubled her. The Twilight Wife is cleverly crafted, filled with suspense and intrigue, complex characters and realistic dialogue. This is the first book that I have read by this author, but it will not be my last. Many thanks to the publisher and NetGalley for my advanced review copy.
Myndia 23 days ago
After a terrible diving accident that left Kyra Winthrop with amnesia of the past four years of her life, she finds herself on a remote island in along the Washington state coast, with her husband Jacob. There is a sense of familiarity about everything, but something doesn’t feel quite right. As flashes of her memory start to come back, she starts to wonder if she’s losing her mind or if things are being kept from her. This is one of those books that is difficult to talk about without giving things away, which I refuse to do, so I’m going to do my best. Here goes… What a GREAT book! Almost immediately, I was engrossed in the story. The dynamics between her and her husband were strange from the get go, and it seemed so odd and particular that she should lose her memory of the exact number of years necessary to have no recollection of her husband. And now she’s on this island that feels familiar, where people recognize her, but she somehow feels not right, despite the familiarity. As little glimmers of could-be memory start coming back to her, reality becomes even more unclear, and she finally seeks the help of a therapist. She begins getting out more on her own, and more and more is revealed, until it all finally unravels and the veil is dropped. By the end, I knew what she hadn’t figured out yet, but it was fun watching everything fall into place. There were some bits that were rather obvious, but not in a way that detracted from the story, or my enjoyment of it. If you like a good mystery, one that will compel you to read it in one sitting, The Twilight Wife is a great choice. Note: I received this book from the publisher via NetGalley. I pride myself on writing fair and honest reviews.