After growing up in a rough part of town, George Maguire worked his way out of Manchester and to a career as a design engineer. Alexander van Amsberg, an architecture student at the University of Edinburgh, wasn’t the sort of guy he normally had explosive, hotel-room one-night-stands with. Alex was charming, classy, and, as George later learns, Prince of the Netherlands.
Fate brings them together again, and Alex makes sure to get his sexy stranger’s phone number this time. Despite all the reasons why they shouldn’t work, something clicks, and Alex thinks that this time, he might have found the right guy. But Alex’s aristocratic ex stirs up trouble in the press for George and his humble family, and Alex realizes he has to get real about having a boyfriend from the wrong side of town.
While George acknowledges his modest upbringing, he doesn’t let anyone insult his family. Life’s no fairy tale, and regardless of his royal title, Alex might destroy his one chance for happily ever after.
This book, you guys, is ALL THAT and a muffin.
I'm positively giddy about it.
Anna Martin's had two big hits in a row for me: Signs, which made my heart hurt in the best way possible, and now this one.
Signs is an achingly beautiful story filled with love, yes, but also sorrow. My Prince is lighter and definitely adult.
George and Alex are both in their 20s and know what they want, namely each other, first for the sex, later for much more. So what if Alex is from a royal family in the Netherlands and George grew up on a council estate in Manchester?
Alex is posh; he can't help that. He can be a princess, and he's used to the finer things in life, like a cleaner who does the chores for him. But he sees beyond George's gruff manner and cheap suits.
George is hot, no doubt, all buff from playing rugby, but he's also made a decent life for himself designing football helmets. His housing situation leaves much to be desired, but that's because he sends money to help his mom out every month.
I worried George's family would be a bunch of lazy arseholes using George, but that wasn't the case at all. They are a loving, close-knit bunch, and George's nan is utterly hilarious.
Alex's family is great too, and George (mostly) manages to keep it together when he goes with Alex to a family birthday party ... at a castle.
There is no family angst to be had here.
The men come from different worlds, and Alex worries how being in the public eye will affect George. There is also a misunderstanding that ends with George storming off and Alex putting his foot in his mouth.
George overhears Alex saying something terrible and takes it completely out of context. He storms off and won't take Alex's phone calls. But he MISSES Alex, and they work it out. Like ADULTS. (With a little bit of help from Alex's friend Doug, who is such a complex secondary character and brightens up every scene he's in.)
Didn't I say this book was REAL?
The men banter, hold hands, make frantic love, lick and suck, cook big breakfasts ... and discuss dildos.
George upon discovering Alex's toy collection:
"So you found Mr. Happy?" Alex said ...
George scowled. "Is that what you call it?"
"That one, yeah."
"Oh, I already found his friends. Let me guess ... Mr. Buzzy, Mr. Butt Plug, Mr. Oh Holy Shit, How The Fuck Does That Thing Fit In Your Ass?"
Don't hold back, George, don't hold back.
This book is set in Edinburgh and is wonderfully British. It's wonderful period: CHARMING and WITTY and a little dirty, with an absolutely perfect HEA.
All that and a pocket square.