That title! This book! It’s everything lovely and funny and wonderful. You should be reading it right now!
He’s the bad-boy biker. She’s the good girl working in her family’s Indian restaurant. On the surface, nothing about Trucker Carrigan and Pinky Grover’s instant, incendiary, attraction makes sense. But when they peel away the layers and the assumptions–and their clothes–everything falls into place. The need. The want. The light. The laughter. They have more in common than they ever could’ve guessed. Is it enough? They won’t know until they take a chance on each other–and on love.
I really, really enjoyed reading this book. It was unexpectedly funny, sentimental in all the right places, steamy and sexy without being over the top explicit, and had a swoon worthy happy ending.
If your scared of the biker aspect– don’t be! It’s more of a take down of biker culture than a motorcycle club romance. I won’t spoil anything, but I will hint that the bad boy is not exactly as he seems.