Big-shot attorney Aariv Abbas is every woman's hunky as sin, successful career, and that man who cares about responsibility and family duty (the kind every South Asian hopes their son becomes when they grow up). Too bad he's such a grumpy asshole with a one-track mind. And thank God he's only in the market for an Indian wife. Chrissy Smyth is young, brash, full of hopes and dreams, and believes romance should be the only religion people need to have faith in. A chance encounter with a grumpy lawyer has her realizing that romance isn't for everyone. But, she doesn't need to waste her time with nonbelievers like that, no matter how hot they are and how big their biceps may be. But what happens when her life takes a major misstep and her family's business gets pulled into a serious Russian crime ring? What's a girl to do but look to the only attorney she knows for advice, grumpenhunk and all?And how's the good Indian son supposed to behave when his attraction for a woman who ticks none of the boxes on his life list becomes unmanageable?A grumpy/sunshine, opposites attract, slight age gap, cultural differences, and ultra steamy romance that will make you laugh, cry, want to punch a pillow, and then do a happy dance.
