One of the boys (either Douglas or Martin) has written a book. It's a good book. In fact it's a REALLY good book. In fact it's climbing its way up the charts and generating rave reviews all over the place.

The only slight snag? It's a gay romance novel. A searing, passionate, achingly tragic narrative about a fighter pilot and his forbidden love for his gunner as they battle to get back home after their plane is shot down over occupied France.

And, well... everyone knows guys don't write romance novels, do they? Especially not gay ones, not if they want anyone to believe they're even faintly straight ever again (even if they're sort of maybe a bit not. Especially as he's more than maybe a bit painfully in love with his entirely oblivious co-pilot). So he did the only thing he could think of and sort of... borrowed Carolyn's name. A bit.

OK, a lot.

Alright, he forged her signature on the contract. Which was all FINE until a publicist from the publishing house turns up looking for Carolyn to do a publicity tour...


What happens then? Does the book start making its way around the airfield? And will a certain oblivious pilot read it and recognise himself?