First romance I ever read (aside: were we all skulking around the public library at the age of 12? Did anyone else hide theirs in the closet? (I thought under the mattress was too obvious))… There was a good twin and a bad twin. Good twin falls in love with Hero, who is clearly an idiot cause he keeps getting the two confused. He rolls in the hay (as I recall, there was literally a hay sequence somewhere in this book) with one of them, thinking it’s the other one. Anyway, Good Twin gets pregnant with his child, he is scornful thinking she sleeps around (and he doesn’t??? MEN!), some other junk happens. The memorable part (remember, I was 12!) was the scene between Hero and Good-Twin-That-We-Thought-Was-Evil-Yet-Are-Still-Mysteriously-Attracted-To.
Anyway after the birth of the kid, when his ministrations cause her to leak milk in his face. He says something masculine like, “Oops, better save that for someone else” and proceeds to another part of her body that hopefully won’t blind him (although breastmilk is excellent for eye infections, but I digress).
Even at 12 I couldn’t understand why Good Twin didn’t just TELL HIM THE TRUTH. Both idiots. They deserved each other.
It was definitely a Zebra historical (they were all I read – I liked the hologram).
Seriously, what is it with twins in romance? And which is more badder, the bad twin or the bad mom?