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Title: Romancing The Wrong Twin
Author: Clare London
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
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Genre: Contemporary, Gay, Gay Romance
Release Date: 11/01/2016


How tangled can a romantic web get?

When gruff mountaineer Dominic Hartington-George seeks sponsorship for his latest expedition, his London PA insists on a more media-friendly profile—like dating celebrity supermodel Zeb Z.

Zeb can’t make the date, so he asks his identical twin, Aidan, to stand in for just one evening. Aidan, a struggling playwright, shuns the limelight to the extent people don’t even know Zeb has a sibling, but he reluctantly agrees.

When the deception has to continue beyond the first date, Aidan fights to keep up the pretense. Dominic likes his sassy, intelligent companion, and Aidan starts falling for the forthright explorer. But how long can Aidan’s conscience cope as confusion abounds? Will coming clean as “the other twin” destroy the trust they’ve built?


“Zeb? Yes, I was right, it is you! Zeb, sweetie, over here!”
Aidan remembered at the last minute to turn in response. He didn’t want to get used to answering as Zeb—but for the moment, he still was Zeb. At this rate he’d be in schizophrenia therapy for the next ten years.
At least it wasn’t a reporter this time.
A slight young man hurried down the steps from Lukas’s agency and across the road to meet them. He had long blond hair in complicated dreadlocks, the pale, fresh skin of a Scandinavian, and was wearing a vivid neon T-shirt and holey-kneed jeans, plus a broad smile of welcome on his face. “Zeb, thank God you’re here! I thought you were out on assignment. Lukas has you booked out for another few weeks.”
Aidan swallowed hard. Was that how long he had to keep this up? He thought of his last evening with Dominic—their talk, their laughter, their touches—and something twisted inside him. He wanted Dominic more and more, but the longer this went on, the more complex the pretense got. Lies had never been digestible to him.
“Just fifteen minutes, right?”
Aidan focused back on the earnest young man in front of him. “Fifteen—? What for?”
The man grinned at him. “Always the jokes! That’s why they like to work with you. You’re professional, but you’re such fun as well.”
“Yes. Sure.” Aidan had a low, sick feeling in his gut. “Tell me what’s going on.”
The guy looked briefly confused, then gabbled on. “CCC called. They won’t wait until next month. Not one day! Could you do a quick session now, sweetie? Just to keep them teased?” He looked Aidan quickly up and down. “You look fine. Just a little more makeup and perhaps a restyle of the hair. What have you been doing with it since I last saw you?” He hurried on without letting Aidan reply. His speech was peppered with virtual italics. “Anyway, I just finished the location shoot with Blake and Elaine, I’ve been out of the loop for so long, but here on my first day back they said, ‘Sven, we must have Zeb, see if you can find him, today, right now!’ I mean, I know what a stickler Lukas is for his schedule—”
“Yes, and so I don’t really have time—”
“—but they are one of the top underwear brands, aren’t they?”
“They… yes, of course they are,” Aidan said weakly. He cast a pleading look at Dominic.
Dominic had been watching the interchange with his usual bemused cynicism. Now he peered at Sven as if he were a new kind of talking bug. “What’s the problem?”
There was an awkward moment of silence while Sven and Dominic both gazed at Aidan expectantly. Aidan cleared his throat. “Er… Sven. Remind us both about it, will you?”
Sven shrugged and pushed back some dreads that had fallen forward over his shoulder. “Sure. CCC is a really big client. Zeb’s due on a shoot for them next month, but they’ve called the agency and are very insistent they want some early mock-ups, like now.”
“CCC?” Dominic wrinkled his nose.
Aidan closed his eyes. Hell’s bells. He’d heard Zeb mention them.
“Cup Crotch Company,” Sven said merrily. “Only the brand for this year’s underwear! They love Zeb’s look, it’s exactly what they want for the new campaign.”
“Cup. Crotch. Company.” Dominic repeated each word slowly and deliberately as if waiting for someone from Candid Camera to leap out and point a gleeful finger.
Aidan wanted the pavement to open up and swallow him. There was no way he could go inside the agency on any pretext, least of all in the guise of his twin. He sneaked a sideways glance at Dominic. “It’s a pity… um, Sven, but I’m booked elsewhere. Anyway, you’ll never get a team together on such short notice—”
“It’s all arranged!” Sven’s grin got almost impossibly wider. “Isn’t that lucky? The studio’s been set up today for reviewing the shots from my trip.” He turned briefly to Dominic. “Blake and Elaine—they’re the faces of January Cosmetics, you know?”
“No,” Dominic said with his usual bluntness.
“The Look to Share,” Sven trilled. Aidan reckoned that if there’d been background music, Sven would have sung his way through the full commercial. “‘The couple who make up together, make out together.’ You get it?”
Dominic opened his mouth but Aidan rushed to interrupt. “Sven, I can’t do it.” He gestured toward Dominic. “I mean, I have a prior engagement.”
“Prior eng—?” Sven looked Dominic up and down with blatant approval. “How adorable.”
“It’s fine with me,” Dominic said, in his deep, no-nonsense voice. His deep, no-nonsense, drop-Aidan-in-the-shit voice.
“What?” Aidan stared at him. “I can’t… I mean, I’m not in the right mood for modeling right now.” Modeling? And underwear?
“We love Zeb’s moods,” Sven said blithely, tilting his head as if sharing a secret with Dominic. “They add that extra edge to a shoot, you know?”
“I’m sure,” Dominic said.
Was that a smirk teasing the edge of his mouth? Aidan was going to kill him.


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About the Author


Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with her other day job as an accountant.
She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with award-winning novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters.
Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter three stage and plenty of other projects in mind… she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home.
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