A royal deception. An accidental romance.
When fast-living flight attendant Brayden Wood agrees to accompany a first-class passenger to a swanky charity ball, he discovers his date—“Call me Flip”—is actually His Royal Highness Prince Antoine-Philipe. And he wants Brayden to pretend to be his boyfriend.
Being Europe’s only prince of Indian descent—and its only openly gay one—has led Flip to select “appropriate” men first and worry about attraction later. Still, flirty, irreverent Brayden captivates him right away, and Flip needs a date to survive the ball without being match-made.
Before Flip can pursue Brayden in earnest, the paparazzi forces his hand, and the charade is extended for the remainder of Brayden’s vacation.
Posh, gorgeous, thoughtful Prince Flip is way out of Brayden’s league. If Brayden survives three weeks of platonically sharing a bed with him during the romantic holiday season, going home afterward might break his heart….
Kane (His Leading Man) puts a charming twist on the Cinderella fantasy in this fleet romance. The ultrarich Crown Prince Antoine-Philippe aka Flip of (fictional) Lyngria asks flight attendant Brayden Wood to be his fake, "no strings attached" date for a charity ball. Brayden agrees first because he's secretly attracted to the handsome, unbearably posh royal, and also because it gives him a chance to see how the one percent lives. The "fake date" conceit is a bit flimsy, but their arrangement gets much more real after Brayden proves himself adept at dancing and tequila shots. When Flip wants to keep up the charade, the two share a bed and start falling in love for real. However, Flip's blatantly romantic overture a fabulous, impromptu trip only makes Brayden more anxious. Is there an expiration date on their budding romance? Will Flip be upset by some tabloid trouble? A series of miscommunications leads to a zinger of a finale. As sparkling as a diamond engagement ring, this contemporary delivers.