In a world nearly identical to ours, the North won the Civil War, Ben
and JLo got married, and everyone dresses well to attend the Grammy's.
Oh, and Russia never sold Alaska to the U.S. Instead, Alaska is a
rough, beautiful country ruled by a famously eccentric royal family,
including oldest daughter, Princess Alexandria, whose acid wit and bad
case of insomnia have turned her into a tabloid darling, a palace
problem, and overall...Marine biologist Dr. Shel ("Never Sheldon")
Rivers has a problem. Some princess expects him to wait on her, hand
and dimpled foot. His boss is taken with the royal redhead – brunette,
whatever, it's not like he keeps track of that stuff – and nobody
realizes that he just wants to be left alone in his lab. All alone. All
the time. Weekends, holidays... it's all good. Now, here's Miss Royal
pants, insisting that he escort her around the marine institute,
explain what he's doing, kiss her until her toes curl... no, wait, that
was his idea. She's not even apologetic about being born into a royal
family! Says it's his problem to overcome, not hers. Which leaves him
with one option: to kiss her again. And again. And... So she's nothing
like he expected. In fact, Dr. Rivers can see that this fantastic,
exasperating woman has problems no princess should ever have to deal
with. And he has an idea to help her get some much-needed sleep. Of
course, it involves getting very, very tired beforehand, but if she's
up to it, then so is he...