It was only supposed to be a little legal advice, and a crash course in the sex department, but what happens when the grumpy lawyer falls for the less-than-experienced-sunny romantic? Big-shot attorney Aariv Abbas is every woman's dream: hunky as sin, successful, and that man who puts responsibility, and family duty first (the kind of man 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 a head-in-the-clouds dreamer, but a chance encounter with a grumpy lawyer has her realizing that romance isn't for everyone. And she doesn't need to waste her time with nonbelievers like him, no matter how hot or big his … biceps may be. But 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.
