Today I’m excited to share my review of Romancing The Wrong Twin, I really enjoyed this fun story so I hope you check out my review, the excerpt and the great GIVEAWAY at the end of the post!
Clare London – Romancing The Wrong Twin
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?
A burly, bearded mountaineer and hot twins, one a famous model and the other a quiet playwright and a hot romance, yes please! I really liked these characters and their strong personalities, and the story line was fun as well.
This book wasn’t really what I expected when I read the blurb, but I really enjoyed the way this story played out. Dominic is a mountaineer who needs more money to fund his next expedition and in order to get that funding his team thinks he needs a better public image, maybe a slightly softer one. It’s suggested that he makes some appearances with celebrity supermodel Zeb Z, make it look like they are in a relationship. Zeb commits to this idea, but the problem is, he has something else important going on at the same time so he enlists his twin brother Aiden, who no one knows is Zeb’s twin, to be a stand-in for him. When Dominic and Aiden meet, it isn’t exactly love at first sight but something special quickly develops between the two, only Dominic thinks he’s dating Zeb!
I think my favorite thing about this story was the way Aiden and Dominic grow as their relationship develops. Aiden learns to be more assertive and strong and Dominic’s rough edges aren’t quite so rough. Yes, their story is a little out there but that’s what made it fun. I struggled a bit with how long the lie goes on for, but in the end I was happy with how it all turned out and was happy to see these two find their happiness together.
There are also great supporting characters in this book, Aiden has a fantastic group of friends and Dominic’s team just amused me! Overall this was definitely a book I enjoyed and look forward to reading more from Clare London.
Dom wandered into his kitchen, opened the fridge, shut it again. Turned on the kettle, switched it off. Food and drink didn’t tempt or soothe him as they usually would. He was restless because he had to sort things out. Dom didn’t shirk his duty, however unpleasant, and he always got things done. Those skills made him an excellent leader on a climb but didn’t seem to translate into normal, London-based life. His mother always relished pointing that out to him. Only the last time she’d visited, she’d scorned his frustration at not having the money to mount the Eiger expedition.
“I can’t help that,” she’d said crisply. “Your father and his ancestors have never had a head for money. If I hadn’t invested what money I brought to the family in property, we’d be living on the charity of others by now.”
Dom had almost bitten his tongue in half, trying not to point out that his high-handed mother hadn’t engendered any charitable feelings in anyone he’d ever met. “I’m not asking for charity. When my book comes out, I’ll be able to repay a lot of the debts.”
Or so his publisher had told him. They’d been thrilled with the photos from previous expeditions, but he had to finish the current climbing program before they’d consider a release slot.
“Well, don’t come to me,” she’d said. “I barely have enough to maintain a decent social calendar in town. Can’t you find some rich man to support your wandering ways?” She managed to make it sound as if he were philandering rather than mountaineering. His parents might have accepted him being gay, but they still had some pretty deeply ingrained prejudices about the “lifestyle.”
“It doesn’t work like that,” he snapped. “At least, not for me.”
His mother’s look had been odd. “Do you mean to tell me you’re a romantic at heart, just like your father?”
Dom had been startled. Somehow he’d never considered his imposing, adventurous father as a hearts-and-flowers man.
“Oh, not toward me.” At seeing the look on his face, she’d sighed rather bitterly. “The romance was all for his beloved mountains.”
“I’m not like that,” Dom had protested.
He had more to offer, didn’t he? He could offer a man something other than holding the fort back at home while he, Dom, traveled the world and conquered the elements. If he found a man he wanted to make those sacrifices for, of course.
Unbidden, Zeb’s face popped into his mind. And when he refocused on where he was and what he was doing, he found he was holding a dishcloth in his right hand and—inexplicably—a single egg in the other. His mind was so far off-kilter he was scaring himself.
Well, there was only one thing for it. He had to make this right, and not just for the sponsors either. He glanced around but couldn’t see where he’d slung his phone. He ought to see if Zeb had replied to his text—if he’d even acknowledged him. But maybe he’d go around to Zeb’s agency first and see if he could find the model there. That had to be better than a bald message.
Yes, that was a decent plan.
He grabbed his jacket and flung open his front door, where a blizzard of flashbulbs assaulted him.
“Dom, are you going to meet Zeb Z?”
The photographers hung over his front hedge, regardless of any potential damage to the foliage or their clothes. Dom made a mental note to ask the young man who did his garden maintenance whether they could embed barbed wire in the shrubbery. Reporters called eagerly from behind the cameras, as if Dom would be remotely interested in engaging with them. He would rather have torn off his left arm and fed it to a passing dog. Or perhaps a reporter’s arm would be more rewarding, for both the dog and Dom.
“Dom! Over here, let’s have a shot!”
“How long have you two been dating? What do you talk about?”
“Is he in charge of your wardrobe now?”
“Dom, how about a word for our readers?”
Dom drew a deep, deep breath. He wouldn’t normally censor the actual word he was tempted to give “our readers,” but Tanya’s words about taking it easy rang clearly in his memory. He suddenly imagined Zeb’s face after reading the headlines in the gossip press if Dom actually spewed the profanities he was currently thinking.
A feeling even more bizarre…. Dom couldn’t ever remember worrying what a man thought of him before doing exactly what he bloody well wanted.
He struggled through the crowd toward his SUV, with his lips pursed shut and sporting the most intimidating frown he could manage. He slammed the door temptingly near a reporter’s hand and revved the engine until they all scattered out of his way.
“Is he in charge of your wardrobe now?”
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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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