Taylor Fitzgerald needs a last-minute bride.
On the eve of his twenty-fifth birthday, the billionaire’s son discovers that despite being gay, he must marry a woman before midnight or lose a fifty-million-dollar inheritance. So he hightails it to Las Vegas… where he meets the beautiful maid Ally May.
There’s just one rather significant problem: Ally is actually Alessandro Macias, son of a tough Brazilian hotel magnate. But if Ally keeps pretending to be a girl for a little while longer, is there a chance they might discover this marriage is tailor-made?
Taylor is turning Twenty-five and is about to inherit $50 million dollars from his grandfather’s estate, only to discover that he is require to have a love-match marriage to secure his fortune. He is four hours away from the day of his birthday, and the only place he can think of to find a bride and get married is at Vegas. Only his escort gets into a car accident on the way to the hotel, and his plan is foiled. Until Ally. Ally is a maid at the hotel, and she does weird things to his gay dick. He’s suddenly proposing to her, and is not sad about that at all, which is confusing him, because he’s never reacted sexually to a woman before, and assures Ally, in his sales pitch that she does not have to have sex with him, ever.
Ally is hiding from his father, and sees an opportunity to escape Las Vegas, and hide out in San Francisco with Taylor, until his father stops trying to force him to marry a woman. This could all work out perfectly, as long as Taylor doesn’t find out that Ally is really a man.
This story was light and fluffy, with an alright premise. I enjoyed Taylor scrambling around trying to find a wife within 4 hours. It was completely ridiculous, and not believable at all, but you know, it was what it was. It made the story pretty funny really. From him asking his buddy if his sister will marry him for five million dollars, to trying to find an escort to meet him at the hotel so he can convince her to marry him and live with him for a few months, to make it look like the love match his grandfather wanted for him.
I thought Ally was great. I appreciated the dual pov. It gave me enough to work with, so I didn’t feel lost. I'm not really convinced about Ally's father. He's loving, and protective, but uses brute force to chase him down? Really? Nope. Doesn't work. If he really loved his son the way he described, he wouldn’t send his henchmen after him to scare him to death. But you know, my grandfather wasn’t a mobster, so maybe I’m wrong in my thinking.
A few inconsistencies in the story that were glaring to me. Ally explained he'd only been working as a maid for three weeks, and then this came up:
"Even on her feet, her skin feels so soft. How can a maid have such soft feet?"Taylor isn't very smart... or maybe he hasn't stopped thinking of Ally as a maid. Either way - what the hell? Anyone can have soft feet if they take care of them. Seriously. What was the expectation here? Would this question have come up if Ally was a nurse? In retail? A chef? No - it wouldn’t. So stop with the stereotyping, please.
I did like that Ally was a hotel heir, posing as a maid. He didn't need the money, so it turned the story power imbalance around a little. Ally can skip out whenever he feels like it, and still be fine.
Besides those few blunders, I found the story entertaining. The character and relationship building was good, and the storyline stayed on course, and flowed well.
The sex scenes were sexy, and the chemistry worked between them. Taylor discovered a new fetish, which I’m on the fence about, along with his lamenting about whether he was Bisexual now, like there was some kind of problem with that. I’m sure the author didn’t mean it to sound elitist, and scornful, but it came across that way.
This ended like a fairytale, so there’s really not more I can say about it. Two heirs to fortune are all but forced together, but find some happily ever after. Like fairyfloss or whatever Americans call it (cotton candy maybe? - I always forget).
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