How to Date a Prince Book Blitz

This book event is through Xpresso Book Tours.

How to Date a Prince book blitz includes a giveaway Rafflecopter at the end of this post. Subscribe, share on social, and comment for more entries.

Go back

Your message has been sent

Book & Author Details:

How to Date a Prince

by Hayden Stone

Publication date: July 15th 2025

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, LGBTQ+, Romance

Synopsis:

What happens when the British Crown Prince falls in love with an American man who opposes the monarchy?

Prince Auggie swears he’s no kind of dashing prince: daydreamer, private—and also secretly very gay. He’s instantly horrified when his father, reality TV addict King James, signs Auggie up for a reality TV show to promote the monarchy, where the man with the most talents wins—and to help find Auggie a bride, the very last thing Auggie wants. But duty calls.

When Auggie finds out his co-star is irritatingly gorgeous Thomas Golden, the charismatic dual American-English heir to the Golden hotel fortune, it’s another step too far. There’s at least one problem: Prince Auggie’s already recently crossed paths with Thomas Golden one disastrous night in a London club. Plus, there’s that whole second not-so-small, not-so-secret problem—the Golden family wants to get rid of the monarchy.

Once Auggie and Thomas arrive on set in the English countryside, it’s already unapologetically hate at first sight. It’s going to be a very long summer of filming…until sparks fly behind the scenes, leading them to make a searing heatwave all their own. But soon, real reality strikes, and Auggie must choose between the life he’s destined for as the future king—or dare risk everything for love.

An enemies-to-lovers, opposites-attract, feel-good gay royal rom-com.

For fans of Red, White & Royal Blue, Boyfriend Material, and The Unlikely Heir.

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/231515342-how-to-date-a-prince

Purchase: https://amzn.to/4lY7XDi

EXCERPT 1:

In my next life, I’ll be reborn as Harry Styles. Or maybe as the reincarnation of Taylor
Swift. I’ll still be famous if I must, but I’ll be famous due to my talent instead of my
chance birth as a royal. I’m quite sure I’m a negative ten on the talent-o-meter.
Everything else is just genetics. And training.
It’s Friday night in London, and Mayfair glitters. When I step out of the black
SUV, straightening to my full height, I pause in the drizzle for the cameras on the red
carpet at the charity ball. Snapping shutters echo, and a familiar blinding flash dazzles
my eyes.
I give my best public smile and stop in a flattering pose, then strike another
pose for my best angles like the Danish prince once taught me during a secret fling.
Work it, babe, Prince Theodor coached me then as we drank spicy margaritas, which
incidentally led to more spice.
More confidence, more sultry. Hand on my hip and a three-quarter turn to the
cameras.
The crowd cheers their approval as I’m blinded by the lights. I wave, smile
broadly, and carry on, mindful of not tripping over my own feet.
“Prince Auggie! Over here!”
“Prince Auggie—where’s Katie? I’ll be your date!”
“Prince Auggie, come back!”
Tonight, I’m shamelessly selling the image of charming Prince Auggie, future
British monarch. I’d like to meet him too, to be honest, because he’s great in the press.
Cool guy. From the outside, he has it together. The media and public are fascinated,
so somehow, I must be doing something right. Or quite possibly, I’m doing something
wrong enough that the media sticks to me waiting for my next mistake.

I’m all kitted up in an edgy mohair tux that an up-and-coming London
designer sent over to me. I’m at least looking the part of the dashing prince, even if I
can’t get over the idea that the dashing prince is supposed to be me.
To be fair, I do look good enough, taking after my mum—see genetics
above—though I wish I loved crowds like she had. The looks balance out the panic,
my friend Gav told me. He said it’s heaps of fun not knowing what I might blurt out
next. For him, maybe. Meanwhile, I try to keep my mouth shut as a preventative
measure in case something messy accidentally spills out.
“Prince Auggie, is it true you’re still single?”
“Prince Auggie, would you take a photo with me? It’s my birthday!”
I pause and go to the young woman at the barrier for a photo taken by her
friend. The paparazzi goes wild. We both grin, and for a moment, I pretend I’m
carefree. “Happy birthday,” I say, on my best behavior as she gives a small curtsy.
“How do you do.”
She blushes, too tongue-tied to speak.
My father, the King, told me not to be too extra tonight, as if he can sniff out
rising rebellion like the dawn breaks each day. I’m kind of horrified that he knows
what being extra means. And that he’s applied being extra to me, specifically. Nothing
good can come of that. Especially when I’ve been on my best behavior the last few
months.
Which is why I asked the stylist at the earlier magazine shoot I’m coming from
to give me a smoky-eye look for evening, after we bonded over our favorite makeup.
She tousled my medium-length, light reddish-brown—blond if you’re generous during
the summer—hair with product. Plus, a touch of contouring never hurt anyone. Use
those cheekbones for the good of the kingdom, she told me, because it’s your royal
duty to the people.

AUTHOR BIO:

More animal than mineral, Hayden Stone is a writer of fun queer fiction, especially with kissing. He currently lives in Victoria, Canada, and has previously lived in Vancouver, Canada and London, UK. He likes strong coffee and is owned by two cats. You can find out his latest news on Twitter or Instagram, or at his website: haydenstonebooks.com