This is an erotic romance novella (32,400 words) in the Maybourne Series. The contents are suitable for ADULTS ONLY.Paula is just leaving a bar with her sister one evening, and glances at herself in a dark mirror. But it isn't a mirror, and she's not looking at herself; it's a window, and she's looking at her double. She looks again: Paula's wearing lipstick, but her double has stubble. He's a guy. Can they be related in some way?When she meets him again, people comment on their close resemblance. She's sexually inexperienced, but she falls for him big-time.Why does her control-freak father prevent her from seeing him? And what is the dark family secret held by her grandmother? How can she escape from her miserable home life to be happy with this gorgeous man, her soul-mate?SAMPLE EXTRACTGemma, Tony's girlfriend and co-host at the party, had drawn the curtains in one of the other downstairs rooms and put on some slow music on a CD player. This had obviously been planned, for she had already prepared a printed sign which she stuck on the door: "Smooch Room". And she began trying to encourage couples to enter her newly-established dance floor. She was trying to make the noisy drinks reception room less crowded.One couple had already availed themselves of this new facility and began dancing slowly in the darkened room."It's a bit early for that, isn't it?" I asked. "It's only three o'clock in the afternoon."Just then, the second track was starting on the CD player. It was The Mamas and The Papas singing their old sixties hit, California Dreamin'."I just love that, don't you?" he turned to me."As a matter of fact, I do." And I wasn't just saying that. I meant it. "Shall we? Just this one?"We put our drinks on a tray at the side."O.K., then," he said, grasping my hand leading me into the centre of the room. The rugs and carpet had already been taken up ready for dancing.He held me at the waist, and our cheeks touched. Our bodies swayed and our feet shuffled back and forth in time with the slow tempo. My arms rested on his, my hands on his shoulders. I had never been so close to a man for a long time."Do you enjoy dancing?" he asked."I never get the chance.""We can dance as long as you like in here."And we continued until the end of the track. The other couple left the room; without thinking, we remained and danced through the next track."Are you all right with this?" he asked."I'm very all right with this, thanks," I whispered and, spontaneously, I kissed his cheek."Good." And he moved his face away, and our lips met. His tongue explored inside my mouth; my hands moved to the back of his neck, and I felt my body close against his. When his tongue withdrew, I took this as an invitation for mine to push its way in between his lips.We continued rocking lightly, side to side, as our faces were locked together.It was gorgeous. I didn't want it to end. He said we could stay here as long as we wanted.And then it happened. I felt him growing, hardening, in his groin. I pushed myself against it, encouraging it. It thrilled me.Instinctively, he moved away. "Sorry," he said."What for?" I asked. "Come back. Please."He obeyed, and our hands returned to their places on each other.I kissed him. "I should be flattered that I can do that to you.""Don't tease me, please," he said."I'm not teasing you," I whispered.