The Twin Switch
She must save her brother’s wedding…without falling for a forbidden stranger! While tracking down her brother’s runaway bride-to-be, Layla Gillen gets sidetracked herself, falling into bed with hotel mogul Max Kendrick. Too bad his twin is the one who seduced the bride-to-be! Now Layla must choose between betraying her brother and pursuing forbidden passion.
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Caught in a double bind
of family loyalty and desire.
She must save her brother’s wedding…
without falling for a forbidden stranger!
Layla Gillen needs to focus! But while tracking down her brother’s runaway bride-to-be, she gets sidetracked herself, falling into bed with hotel mogul Max Kendrick. Too bad his twin is the one who seduced the bride-to-be! Now Layla must choose between betraying her brother and pursuing forbidden passion. And Max can be very persuasive…
New York Times Bestselling Author Barbara Dunlop
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author BARBARA DUNLOP has written more than forty novels for Mills & Boon, including the acclaimed Chicago Sons series for Mills & Boon Desire. Her sexy, lighthearted stories regularly hit bestseller lists. Barbara is a three-time finalist for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA® Award.
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ISBN: 978-0-008-90410-4
THE TWIN SWITCH
© 2020 Barbara Dunlop
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Contents
Note to Readers
If I could choose my own sister, it would be Brooklyn.
She made me laugh.
Better still, she made me think. And when things went bad, which they often did, she’d lie down beside me on my blue silk comforter and listen for hours. She knew when the fix was ice cream and when it was tequila.
She was smart, too. She got straight A’s right from elementary school.
Me, I was more of a B-plus person. But I was a pretty good listener. And I could twist a mean French braid, which Brooklyn liked.
She had long blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. She tanned, too. We both tanned.
Since we were little kids, we’d spent our summers at the beach on Lake Washington. First it was the swings and the jungle gym. A little older, we’d race to the floater in the middle of the swimming area, dive off, then dry on our towels in the sun. Older still, we hung out at the snack bar, batting our lashes at cute boys and getting them to buy us milkshakes.
I didn’t get to choose my own sister. But it was happening, anyway.
In just two weeks, Brooklyn was marrying my big brother, James.
“I can see the Golden Gate Bridge,” Sophie Crush said from the front seat of the cab.
I was in the middle of the back seat squished between Brooklyn and Nat Remington. That’s what happened when you insisted on taking a hybrid from the airport.
“Do you think we’ll have views from our rooms?” Nat asked.
“I want a view of the spa,” Brooklyn said. “From inside the spa, I mean.”
“You heard the bride,” I said.
I flexed my shoulders in anticipation of a deep stone massage. I’d had one once before. It had been a little slice of Heaven that I was dying to repeat.
