When a scientist and movie star accidentally swap phones on a busy flight, they must oversee each other’s digital lives until they meet again to swap them back.
THE PHONE SWAP
by Lia Louis
Zaffre (UK)/Emily Bester Books (US), July 2025
(via Mushens Entertainment)
Private, never-been-love scientist Allie Lake is on a busy held-up flight on her way back home when she is seated next to troubled, hopeless romantic movie star Milo Ford. She is in no mood to talk. Her most recent project at a research station has just come to an end and she really doesn’t want to go home. Especially to what’s waiting for her.
As for Milo? Milo wants nothing more than to be at home hiding out with a little normality. Instead, he has to go and film a movie in the Romanian mountains… all the while, the press are getting closer, circling his secret. A secret he’s scared will come to light.
Allie lands and goes home.
Milo lands and heads to the mountains.
And both quickly realise they don’t have their phones – except they’re not lost. They’ve just picked up each other’s, forcing them to stay connected as they try to find a way to swap back.
Lia Louis has written five books, Better Left Unsent, The Key to My Heart, Eight Perfect Hours, Dear Emmie Blue and Somewhere Close to Happy. Somewhere Close to Happy was pre-empted in Italy and sold at auction in Spain, and Dear Emmie Blue took the rights world by storm and has sold in a total of 16 territories apart from the UK, including Germany where it became a bestseller.

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