I'm a workaholic and proud of it. I've accomplished everything on my 10-year plan, except getting married before turning 30. The problem is, I don't believe in romance or true love anymore - but my biological clock is screaming at me. I probably shouldn't have accepted an arranged marriage proposal, but I did, and I boarded a plane to Argentina to meet my future husband. Fate, however, had other plans. When we experienced engine trouble and had an emergency landing in Rio de Janeiro, I didn't think things could get worse. But then I bumped into Naseem Kakos, the man who broke my heart and shattered my faith in love 12 years ago.
Life is too damn short. In a blink of an eye, things change, or worse, tragically end - because tomorrow isn't guaranteed. I spend my days and nights jet-setting around the world looking for my next adventure, yet when I randomly bumped into the overconfident, prideful, and absolutely gorgeous Summer Seba, I was forced to face my inner demons and the hollow shell my life had become without her in it.
But would my declaration of love be enough to keep her in my arms and stop her from marrying a stranger? Or would she deny me if I couldn't defeat my fears of my own mortality?