Fake Dating the Prince

Ashlyn Kane

Jun 2019 · Dreamspinner Press

About this ebook

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....

Ratings and reviews

La, la, la, la, la, la!! I am in such a good mood right now, y’all. I’ve got all the warm fuzzies, and my cheeks hurt from grinning. Why, you ask? Because I just finished Fake Dating the Prince by Ashlyn Kane—released by Dreamspinner Press—and I am in a euphoric cloud of readerly bliss. I’m not even sure where to begin with this review because there was so much about this read that just floated my boat. It ticked sooo many of my boxes. First and foremost, I fell madly in love with the two MCs. Like, heart-achingly in love. Brayden had the most brilliant and hilarious and charming personality. I could just eat him with a spoon, I swear. I’m not sure I’ve laughed out loud at a book even half as much as I laughed at this one. I got a lot of grumps from the hubs because I kept waking him up in cackling hysterics. (Because, of course, I couldn’t put the dang thing down and read all night long. In bed. Next to my spouse, who was attempting to do the sleep thing. 🤷‍♀️) Brayden slayed me with his antics and his witty one liners. There was one scene I literally read three times, back to back, and got the hiccups because I was laughing so uproariously. When my husband woke up and questioned what the ever-loving-H-E-double-hockey-sticks was wrong with me, I read him the scene (making read number four) and even he busted a gut without knowing the characters or story. It’s that dang funny. I won’t spoil the whole thing with a giant excerpt dump (especially since I most definitely don’t have the permission for that 😅 and you need to just go buy and read this whole book right now) but I’m going to share one little snippet that pretty much sums up the awesome, even without context: “What kind of guys have you been dressing, if you have to put extra dick room in their pants?” He gestured down at his boxer briefs, which hid nothing—not that Brayden had anything to be ashamed of. “I mean, you can basically see it. It doesn’t need its own trouser leg.” Then there was Flip. Oh, my heart. Flip is so very, very different than Brayden. Kane has some cray cray character building skills. There was never any question whose head I was in, and the dialogue could’ve stood on its own without tags of any sort and I would’ve still known who was speaking. And Flip was just… oh, Flip. He was a prince, all right. Compassionate, poised, and heart-meltingly lovable. And he makes this romantic gesture that’ll have your eyes turning into hearts, I promise. When I hit that part, I was a squeeing puddle of squish. There are a hundred other things I could write in this review, because Kane has a phenomenal handle on the writing craft and just knocked this one outta the park. But I’m going to cut myself off here or I’ll write a novel. (Ask the poor author… I was that reader who hunted her down on Twitter and sent middle-of-the-night messages because I quite simply couldn’t not tell her how much I loved her words.) I would recommend this book to everyone who loves romance and love and witty banter and killer chemistry. Full stop. Everyone.