Love doesn't conquer all...does it?
Priya Patel strives to be the perfect daughter for her traditional Indian parents. With her medical residency underway, she faces the inevitable pressures to marry an Indian man of her parents' choosing. She's perfectly content to do so until the Irish-American musician down the hall gets her attention and destroys everything she has worked so hard to build.
Tyler O'Conner can't stop thinking about the beautiful doctor who treated his sprained ankle in the ER. But between weekend band gigs, an intense workload at NASA, and trying to lower Priya's barriers, he doesn't expect to fall in love...with a woman who is meant to marry another man.
Priya struggles to maintain her relationship with her parents, to be their source of happiness, but falling for an American might be the one thing that unravels their world and leaves her in tattered pieces.
Previously released on Entangled’s Embrace imprint - September 2014
About the Author
Ayesha Patel was born in the rich and colorful state of Gujarat in western India before moving to Texas. She quickly found her footing in languages and creative writing and weaves her diverse background into her stories. She currently lives in the beautiful, though rainy, state of Washington with her husband. With a splendid view of Mt. Ranier behind her, a cup of coffee in her hand, and a ridiculously fast laptop at her fingertips, she is thrilled to explore the literary world. She loves plaid, anything geek, and has spent the majority of her adult life in the medical field. Her love for XMen is evident in her puppies, Gambit and Rogue, and her newfound love for the Seattle Sounders might warrant her as a little fanatical. Ayesha also writes YA sci-fi and fantasy as Kaylie Austen.
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Priya in Heels
By Ayesha Patel, Erin Molta
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2014 Ayesha Patel
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Women who wore heels all day belonged in a mental institution for heinous self harm. Residency taught us to always look professional, and I envied the female docs who rocked nice shoes every day, but I drew the line with heels. Hello, plantar fasciitis, anyone?
Even in sneakers, pain bubbled around my ankles and prickled up my calves. One month of fifteen-hour days in one of Houston's busiest emergency departments had turned my ankles into dainty twigs ready to snap in half.
I tried not to wobble to room twenty-three, and the wheelchair in the corner called my name. Maybe the ED tech could wheel me to the next patient?
The nurses giggled as I hobbled past station two.
"Oh, honey, try doing this for a living," Mara said.
"You'll get used to it," David encouraged.
I skimmed over the file I'd been using to fan myself with. It belonged to a man who lived in epic STDville. Eww. Thank goodness his numerous venereal diseases couldn't attach to his folder and fly off onto my mouth.
"Oh, wait, this one." Dr. Lemur snatched that folder from me and replaced it with a thinner one.
This man thought he had a broken ankle. Much better! On my last day in ED rotation, I wasn't in the mood to deal with another nasty sexaholic. I had already had one last week, and the guy had persistently hit on me. He had been lucky that he'd walked out with his genitals intact.
More times than not, the reality of a person's illness paled in comparison to what they thought they had. This broken ankle was more likely a sprained one, and that was an easy fix.
Still attached to my notes, I opened and closed the glass door to room twenty-three, then closed the curtain behind me before looking up. What a mistake! I almost stumbled over my aching feet. Okay, I had to close my mouth now before the patient slapped a piece of tape across my forehead that read, "Idiotic Buffoon."
The patient straightened and gave me a lazy smile. Yeah, he knew he had the looks. Shimmering green eyes like emeralds. Auburn hair, a little wavy, wisped across his forehead, curled over his ears, and flirted with his shirt collar. Kissable lips curved upward, set above a firm, square jaw. He almost had me stuttering like a boycrazy teenager, the way his intense eyes held my attention.
Icy air puffed down from the ceiling vent and tickled the back of my neck, jolting me back to my senses. It was one of those weird moments when time stopped and all of a sudden you couldn't remember what you were doing or how long you'd been mentally gone. It was a moment that made me think, Damn!
"Tyler O'Connor?" I managed to say, playing off my unprofessional reaction to the stunningly handsome man and quelling any interest.
"Yep," he replied in a thick, low voice. Either too dreamy to be real or sleepy from pain medicine.
"Think you sprained your ankle or broke it?"
"Okay, let's take a look." I snapped on a pair of white gloves from the triage cart, pulled up a rolling stool, and sat down. All the while, I surreptitiously noticed that Tyler was focused on my face, so meeting his eyes again was impossible.
With shoe off, sock on, Tyler rested the injured foot on a chair. The butcher paper crinkled underneath him as he shifted on the gurney while I lifted his foot onto my lap. At six-foot-one and a muscular two hundred pounds, according to his chart, his leg felt like dead weight.
I pulled down his sock to check for bruising and wounds, then pressed and felt for swelling. He hissed.
"Yep," he responded in his amazing verbal repertoire.
"What were you doing when you injured yourself?"
"Walked off stage and buckled on a step."
The image of this tall, brawny man stumbling down a few steps tickled me. I stifled a giggle. When I looked up, he rested his forearms on his thighs and leaned in, his face way too close for comfort.
"Oh, sorry." Apparently, the giggle had escaped.
He flashed an insanely swoon-worthy smile. "Do I need an X-ray?"
"Only if you want to spend a bunch of time in our lovely hospital."
"Do I get a meal and you at my bedside?" I responded dryly to subdue his flirting, "You get a hit of high-energy electrons and an hour of sitting alone."
"It's not even broken, is it?"
"No." I couldn't help myself. I thumped his ankle. He jerked forward. "A broken ankle would hurt much worse." I returned his foot to the chair and rolled away.
"Yeah, I figured. Bar owner demanded I get it checked."
"Guess he thought you'd sue?"
He shrugged and I wrote a few notes as he craned his neck to look over the folder's edge. "Thought you guys had electronic notes."
"We do. This is for my personal notes to take to clinic. I'm a resident, so ..." I responded as if that explained anything because, of course, everyone knew residents made their own notes to study and report back to their attending doctors.
"Are you in pain? I can prescribe something." This tactic tended to flush out drug abusers, those who went straight to narcotics.
"Nah. Rest, ice, compress, elevate. Right?"
"You got it."
"Guess I wasted two hours and a hundred bucks for nothing. I should make the bar owner pay."
"Look on the bright side, Mr. O'Connor, at least you have good insurance."
"Better than that, I have a good doctor. Are you working late?"
"No. You're my last patient."
"Are you doing anything after work?"
I peered up and tried very hard to hide an impending grin. My lips quivered in the futile effort, and the boy-crazy teenager inside of me giggled with excitement. "I'm not allowed to date patients, Mr. O'Connor."
"Ah. Well, in half an hour I won't be your patient, right?"
"You know what I mean. We would have had to meet a different way."
"Well, how about you come by The Harmon's where my band's playing? We could meet there."
"The bar? Your bar? Where you tripped?" An image of him falling crossed my thoughts.
"You think it's funny?"
I frowned. "Sorry. Of course it's not funny, Mr. O'Connor."
He chuckled. "Anyway, check us out. We'll be going back on at eleven."
Standing, I handed him a piece of paper to end the conversation before it traveled down personal roads. "Here's a prescription for pain medicine, in case you need it. Eight hundred milligrams of Tylenol."
"I could just inhale four over-the-counter Tylenol, right?"
"I didn't catch your name."
"I'm sorry. I failed to introduce myself. I'm Dr. Patel."
"And your first name?"
He lowered his eyes to my chest and slowly dragged them back up. "Pry-anne-kah?"
I flipped the name badge and slapped it against my chest. "Observant, aren't you?" I said curtly, hating that the residents had both first and last names on our badges.
"Did I pronounce it wrong?" He grinned again.
"Yes. It's pronounced Pree-ahn-ka. Priyanka."
"That's kinda hard. Think I'll call you Pree."
"You can call me Dr. Patel." I gritted my teeth.
"Is that offensive?"
"Houston only has a million Indians, and a million other ethnic people. You should try harder to properly pronounce names instead of being lazy and assigning unwanted and unwarranted nicknames."
I shook my head and forced a smile. "Don't overdo it tonight. Have a good one, and take care of that ankle."
"Bye, Dr. Patel," he said in a somewhat amused tone.
There were many things I couldn't tolerate, including people who judged, those who expected doctors and nurses to be at their beck and call, and people who thought they couldn't pronounce a three-syllable name. "Priyanka" wasn't that difficult, especially in comparison to some names. Snapping at a cocky patient wasn't acceptable, but Tyler would walk out of here unscathed by my anger. Mostly.
Like the rest of the patients who wandered in and out of the ED, Mr. Tyler O'Connor faded from memory soon enough. Despite his remarkable good looks, perhaps the hottest Irishman ever, only patients with interesting reasons to visit stayed with me. Like the STD guy, and the woman who had lacerated her vulva because she had decided to crawl over a bathroom partition to get out of her locked stall ... as opposed to crawling under on a dirty floor in her pretty dress. The partition had broken beneath her weight, and well, the rest had been a painful, tear-filled adventure. I tingled with sympathy for her.
My shift officially ended, and hell month in ED would soon be a haunting memory. Another hour of electronic charting and handwritten notes for myself and I was ready to skip right on out. Well, I would've stayed if a car accident came in, a stroke victim, or the always emotional pediatric case — for the experience — but nothing of the sort happened.
I changed out of my hospital-assigned blue scrubs and into jeans and a snug, black top. I slipped on my favorite plaid pink and purple backpack because, of course, I intended to bring plaid back, and hurried out to my car just as my cell rang.
"Hey, Vicki. What's going on?"
"Are you coming to dinner, or what?" my roommate asked in a high-pitched voice above the clamor of what sounded like a party in the background.
"I'm just leaving work. Where are you?"
"Oh, uh, sure."
"We just got here, waiting for a table. We should be seated by the time you get here, but you can still grab some food from the bar menu."
The thought of running into a patient outside of work, particularly to a place he had invited me to, caused me to hesitate. "It's late."
"Have you eaten?"
"Not all day, right? Get some food, hang with us, come out once in a while!"
"Ugh, sure. Be there in twenty minutes."
Though I dreaded being seen by Tyler O'Connor, because he would assume I went there for him, The Harmon's Brewery & Restaurant had the best food, a rocking vibe, and was centrally located for my friends. We ate there at least once a month. The only problem with the place was its downtown location, which meant a ton of one-way streets, horrible parking, outrageous parking fees, and weekend crowds half drunk and wholly pushy. But I was starved because I hadn't had time for lunch or dinner again, and the fridge at the apartment was a little sad.
Vicki cooked more than I did. She had a nine-to-five job, Monday through Friday, and loved the Food Network. But she never cooked on Fridays, which were knighted "leftover day." She never cooked on Saturdays, either, because it was girls' night out. Sometimes I believed Vicki didn't cook on those days to dwindle down our food supply so I had no choice but to meet her someplace if I wanted to eat.
It worked.CHAPTER 2
I pushed past the crowds with guitar in hand and cocked my chin in silent salutations to my band members, Mike and Dale. Mike offered a hand, drawing me into a one-hand-pat-on-the-back/man hug and laughed.
"Where's the cast?" he taunted. "Thought it was a fatal wound."
I snickered and dragged another chair onto the stage. Sitting down, I propped my swollen foot on the extra chair, and tuned the guitar. "Whatever the owner wants. You guys played without me?"
"The show must go on."
"Sounds like the radio did a good job in my absence." I smirked.
"Coincidence. We just got back from break."
"Let's get this going, bums."
"Hey, check out the new dancer on the floor."
I followed Mike's gaze across the room, landing on the sultry redhead in a tight blue dress and black heels high enough that they could be used as a stake. Meagan, my ex, danced in slow rhythm, grinding and air humping alone because no one was around her. Yet. Ah, there. Four guys swarmed around her.
She giggled and brushed them away as we made eye contact. A wink. A smile.
"Are you still hitting that?" Mike asked.
I resumed tuning my guitar, shoving the vixen out of my thoughts. "No."
A grin played at the corners of my lips. "Since I met someone else."
"Yeah? Who?" Mike asked, raising his brows.
"Her name's Priyanka. She's cute, feisty, smart, and those eyes ..." I whistled, remembering the almond-shaped eyes, hazel with specs of gold and jade and outlined in thick, black lashes. I could get lost in those eyes.
"Priyanka? Sounds Indian."
"She is. The girl down the hall."
"Ah. I remember you mentioning her. Finally talked to her, huh? Thought she did nothing but run in and out of her apartment whenever you saw her?"
True, Priyanka had the habit of always being in a hurry. Now I knew why. Doctors were busy. Since I'd moved into her building a couple of weeks ago, I'd made it a point to take the trash out early on the off chance I'd catch her before she hit the gym, or so was my assumption drawn from her outfit. Plus, I could see her in those tight little capris, and man, did she have a nice backside. And then, again in the evening I'd hang out to check the mail on the off chance I would catch her on her way home from work. It never happened.
"She was my ER doctor," I said.
"That's what she does? Damn. Good luck, bro."
"You don't think I have a shot with her?"
"She's Indian, right? Like her people might stone you for trying to even talk to her. She's a doctor, and that's way over your head."
I glared at him. "I work at NASA, remember? I could give her a lesson or two."
"I bet you'd love to teach her a thing or two." Mike laughed.
"I gotta go to the bathroom. Be right back." I hobbled down the steps but with my sore ankle, I couldn't evade the redhead.
She grabbed my elbow. "Dance with me, Tyler."
For a second, I just stared at her. "Have you been drinking?"
Meagan pouted. "I miss you." She tilted her head and bit her lip. Normally, that would've done the trick, but the new doctor in my life made Meagan look like a clingy, unintelligible drunk.
"Excuse me." I walked past her before she sunk her well-manicured nails into my arm and I ended up bumping into a trio of women. "I'm sorry, ladies."
A tall Indian woman with ebony hair, dark eyes, and a predatory expression swept her gaze over me like I was a fat carcass and she was a lioness who hadn't eaten in days.
"Like something you see?" I asked, half jokingly and half sarcastically. I almost felt violated.
She opened her mouth to reply until a slightly shorter Indian woman next to her elbowed her. "Don't mind Tulsi."
"Do I know you?" I asked the latter.
"No." She blushed.
I studied her features before it finally occurred to me. "Aren't you roommates with Priyanka?"
"Yeah. Do you know her?"
"Sort of. She treated my twisted ankle in the ER today, but I've seen her around. I invited her to come here tonight."
"Actually, she's on her way."
"Your table's ready, ladies," the hostess announced, leading the other two women in the trio to a table on the far left.
"Can I ask you something?" I stole the opportunity to speak with her alone.
"Well, first, I'm Tyler. I live down the hall from you in 5D." I extended my hand to shake hers.
"Nice to meet you, finally. I'm Vicki."
"Anyway. What did you want to ask me?"
"Is, um, Priyanka seeing anyone?"
Vicki beamed. Her teeth were perfectly aligned, white, and a cheerful contrast against dark brown skin. Her smile pushed up plump cheeks and almost hid her eyes. "You like Priya?"
Suddenly embarrassed and expecting her to laugh me right out of the bar, I shrugged.
She cleared her throat. "She isn't seeing anyone, but she is hard to get to if you want to date her.
She's known for brushing guys off and not giving them the time of day."
"Yeah, I noticed."
"If she knows you like her, she will slam your hopes down so fast, you won't know what hit you. But if you can get past her barricade, you might have a shot. Get her to laugh and relax without feeling threatened."
"Why does she do that?"
Vicki shrugged. "I've never asked. She's done it for as long as I've known her. I think it's just a quick way to let guys know not to bother, and they don't usually keep trying when they're rejected so tactlessly. It'll really stump her if you keep trying." She lit up with excitement.
I stuffed my hands into my pockets. "Think you can help me out?"
Vicki's smile returned, along with a mischievous gleam in her eyes that said she'd been waiting to play this game for a while.
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"Priya in Heels" by Ayesha Patel was an amazing book. It started out a little slow but once I got in to it, I absolutely loved it. "Priya in Heels" actually surprised me with how much I could relate to Priya's story. Priya is in her early 20s and all she wants is to make her parents happy but at the same time not live a miserable life. Priya's Indian background plays a lot into her life because her family still believes in arranged marriages. Priya's rule is though that if she can find a fault in the guy than she has the right to turn him down. Well when Priya's mom finds the perfect traditional Indian gentleman for Priya, she finds it hard to completely commit to him because she discovers she is in love with someone else. Tyler lives right down the hall from Priya and he has always wanted to get her attention so once he finally does, it is his job to keep it and try to convince her why she should be with him. When Tyler finally makes Priya choose between him or being traditional, Priya chooses him even when it breaks her parents hearts. Priya ends up being shunned from her family and she has to learn how to deal with life. When Priya gets a call that her mother is in the hospital, everything changes. I really likes Priya and Tyler's story. I think they are perfect for each other and I love how the work to make the other one better and how much Tyler tries to learn traditions and languages that is part of Priya's life. Tyler really shows how much he loves Priya from all the work that he does to try to win her over. When Priya makes the choices that she does, he lashes out a bit. I don't completely blame Tyler for lashing out but I think he could handle situations a little better. I think these characters are great. I really got attached to them and I was a little disappointed to see the story come to an end. I couldn't believe how much I could relate to the story line. I think that this may be part of the reason why I was so intrigued with this story. I could completely understand what the character was going through. I think Patel did a great job with this story. I really enjoyed it and I think others will enjoy this story too. I enjoyed getting to learn a little about the Indian culture and the differences between the Indian Culture and our American culture. Dating and relationships are dealt with completely different between the two cultures. Definitely check out "Priya in Heels." It has some sweet parts, funny parts, and some really sad parts which make a fantastic book.
3.5 stars! I loved the way the book started off. I especially liked the way Priya and Tyler met. It was totally a meet-cute like you'd see in the movies. Priya an Tyler had great chemistry from the get go and I loved seeing the two interact together, however that didn't carry through out the entire book. Priya was kind and caring. I understood her dilemma in handling her attraction to Tyler and struggling with her desire to make her parents happy. I'm glad she followed her heart and did what she thought was best for her. I really liked Tyler. He too was kind and caring, but he was also smart and willing to go after what he wanted. Here's where things get a little tricky for me. I liked the chemistry Tyler and Priya had, but they went from being friends and attracted to each other to becoming intimate. That's not a bad thing, but one moment Priya was like, "I'm a virgin because it's expected of me" and literally in the next she was like, "I want you now," right after she got upset with her friend for getting intimate with her boyfriend of three months. It seemed at odds with her persona. I wish there's been more of a build up to that moment or maybe getting into Priya's head so I could understand how, why, or what made her thought process change so drastically. Culturally, Ayesha did a great job at showing how a lot of the older generations think and act. The gossiping aunties and judgmental people can be found in any culture, but here I really disliked how Priya's aunts treated her mother. I liked how Ayesha showed not only the traditional, but also how newer generations are via Priya's friends. I also liked how Ayesha showed how Priya struggled with her choices, something anyone who is a second generation American does, but also did it fairly without showing preference to one way or another. There's also a glossary at the end of the book translating all the Gujrati terms into English. That was really helpful. Overall, the story was enjoyable and I look forward to reading more by Ayesha.
I received a copy of Priya in Heels for an honest review. Priya helped Tyler with a sprained ankle and now they’re seeing each other everywhere. Most likely, because her best friend/ roommate are trying to set her up with the sexy Irishman who lives down the hall. Priya wants nothing to do with Tyler and his sexy self but he’s not backing down without a fight. Soon Priya becomes smitten with Tyler and while her family is trying to set up a somewhat arranged marriage. Priya doesn’t know what to do or if Tyler is worth losing her family over. It’s a constant push and pull soon everything will snap and Priya will have to decide. After finishing this book at two or three in the morning I feel as if I have a love hate relationship with this book. What I Liked: I loved Tyler. First off he’s one of the best boyfriends I’ve ever read about. He’s patient and caring and just the best book boyfriend in all of ever. While Priya is being overly rude to him he never despairs and just ups the seduction. He even learns languages and watched Bollywood for her. He also saves her life and stays the night (nothing sexual) when she’s scared. Amazing right? The entire story was truly amazing. I loved learning more about Priya’s family and friends’ culture. The complexity of the Indian culture was amazing to read about. I enjoyed learning about the food, the ceremonies, the different songs and dances, where people sit and what different people are called. Honestly amazing. I loved learning about the culture. While there are some differences in the culture that ultimately caused some issues with all the different characters throughout the story, it was truly amazing. There were times when the Indian culture the Priya held onto so close became smothering but it definitely added to the authenticity of the story. Priya’s and Tylers friends and family were also awesome. Caring and yet all of them had different personalities which I sometimes don’t see in novels. All the characters held something important and added differing ideas and viewpoints to the story which was great. While none of them had their own POV in the book besides Priya and Tyler I had to love a great deal of them. Lastly I definitely held this book near and dear for the personal connection. I definitely understood Priya’s plight when going against her family and their wishes. It’s definitely difficult to do something you want when no one around you approves. Priya and I were often at a great understanding for that struggle. Oh and second lastly, the writing of Priya in Heels was phenomenal and just off the charts. Ayesha Patel definitely has something special with her debut novel. There was such amazing detail to everything but it wasn’t overdone. The characters were so authentic I felt as if I knew them and felt what they felt. Such an amazing story that I laughed, cried and stayed up late into the night to finish because I couldn’t stand putting it down to even eat or sleep. That is truly impeccable writing and I will be adding Ayesha’s name to my favorite authors list. What I Disliked: Is it terrible to say the one main aspect about this book that held me back from loving it is Priya the main character? While I understood her character and the issues she had with going against her culture for love a lot of the actions she took over the course of this book were so incredibly rude and hypocritical I could barely stand it. When he father mentions the whole “us and them” mentality she cringed because she didn’t like how he was differentiating them from Americans. Yet then she does the same thing. She decided leaving the country last minute would be a great idea but doesn’t tell Ty who has been tending to her every need and then when she gets back has the nerve to wonder why he only texted once…um the phone works two ways sister. She was all around just very judgmental of her friends and her family. She was extremely rude to Tyler pretty much throughout the entirety of this book if I’m going to be honest. I mean she saw him as a fling and she knew he was in love with her but she continued to use him and then be extremely rude and hurt his feelings time and time again but couldn’t care less. She’s judgmental of her friends which her friends tell her and she just says I would never, except yeah you would just a couple pages ago actually. So yeah, she really irked me throughout this book and I just couldn’t like her like I wished I could. Would I recommend this book? Hecky yeah I would. Like I said I seriously could not put this book down and that was even with Priya being a big giant Beoch throughout the book. Everything else about this story is fantastic. You will without a doubt fall in love with these characters. Tyler is perfect the romance is HOT like I need to take off my clothes and get a fan HOT. Plus a lot of talk about Tyler’s abs and you definitely don’t want to be missing that action. Loved this story so much.
We all know I struggle with New Adult. I was skeptical about Priya in Heels. As soon as I saw that Tyler was a musician, I prepared myself for disappoint. But Ayesha Patel surprised me entirely and delivered a clever book that I adored! Not only did the author deliver on witty characters who stood out on their own and a slow-building romance that I supported so easily, she gave me a glimpse into the culture of India. I devoured the details of Priya's heritage right along with the budding romance. Ayesha Patel was able to weave a book as rich in detail and beautiful as the culture she focused on. The characters in Priya in Heels were so enjoyable and diverse. Priya's friends often had me laughing at their antics. As for Priya and Tyler, I was sold and swooning from the very start. The romance wasn't heavy handed or dark like I've sadly come to expect with New Adult. It was light and charming in the best of ways. If you're a fan of Big Bang Theory or Penny Reid, then you'll find a new favorite with Priya in Heels. It's a smart romance filled to the brim with enjoyable characters and endearing love. **I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review with no compensation.
3.5 Stars Cute debut for first time author! A few years ago I got hooked on an NBC show called Outsourced. A hilarious comedy about a young white guy who moves to India to manage a call center for a novelties company. From watching the show and learning all the things the Indian people taught the main character I fell in love with the culture. Sadly the show was cancelled but my love for India and the beautiful diversity it's people bring to the landscape of humanity remained. That's where my curiosity for Priya In Heels came in. The story of a young Indian girl studying to become a doctor who meets and falls in love with an American Irish lad named Tyler. I love diversity in books so Priya and Tyler's story caught my attention in the synopsis. The meeting between Priya and Tyler is just your ordinary "By Chance" meet cute. She's doing her medical rotation in the E.R. for her residency and Tyler is in for a busted ankle. He's obviously interested in her but despite her silent attraction to the handsome stranger Priya keeps her cool and brushes him off with the Doctor/Patient excuse never to see him again....until she realizes he lives in her apartment building and just happens to play live music at her and her friends' favorite hangout. No big deal right? Priya was a total handful. Standoffish, stubborn and stuck in her ways, it took a while to warm up to her. Fully ingrained in her family's traditions and customs she doesn't make it easy on Tyler to get close to her. Tyler had the patience of a saint though because he waited her out, pushed when she pulled and knew exactly how to push her buttons to make her see what she refused to. These two had an adorable courtship filled with some sweet and at times cheesy romantic professions. Being from a traditional Indian family where the parents find you a man to marry is something I find interesting but at the same time thankful I don't have to endure. My mom had crappy taste in her own men, you think I'd trust her with mine? Although I couldn't do much better. Thankfully Priya's parents found her a nice attractive dentist for her to settle down with. Manuk was basically a third wheel who was sometimes charming and sometimes borderline creepy. After a tragedy involving her mother Priya ends up pushing Tyler away to honor her mother's wishes by marrying Manuk. Against the advice of her friends, being with Tyler's family and falling more in love and her own gut instinct Priya had me nervous for her decision throughout. Caught between doing what's right and following your heart is never easy but Priya had an amazing support group and it was sweet to see her bond with her father. Priya In Heels was a a cute story and I have been vacillating between a 3.5 to 4 star rating. While I found it endearing and interesting I didn't fully FEEL the love story between Tyler and Priya. I didn't connect with it or them very much honestly. Yes it's true that I couldn't put it down but I think that had more to do with seeing how the story played out than a general all consuming need to experience more from the love story. Some aspects of the story felt a little rushed to move the plot along when I would have liked to see how it panned out. Especially the part of Priya's mother having complications with Diabetes and how quickly it went down. My own mother lives with diabetes and you can't kill her lively a** with a pick ax so I'm not really certain the events surrounding Priya's mother are genuine. Maybe just thrown in for posterity sake. I'm not a doctor myself but I like to think I know enough about this particular subject to feel that it wasn't completely accurate but thrown in for dramatic purposes. If that's the case it did the job because it was pretty sad. In the end though, Priya In Heels was a nice little surprise. I wanted a diverse story between two people of different backgrounds and I got it. All her friends and their different personalities brought more character to the story to balance out Priya's rough edges. Tyler's family was a nice contrast of east meets West. His cousin Miranda was adorable and I loved how she took to Priya instantly. Patel throws in a glimpse of India as I had hoped and brought to life the traditions and daily ins and outs of living over there. I've always heard it's a very magical part of the world and all the little glimpses I have seen make me yearn to experience it for myself. I was already in love with India and her people when I picked up Priya In Heels so this just added one more to my list. If you're looking for something different and sweet with mild angst then Priya In Heels is the perfect choice.
I really liked this book! First the name intrigued me, then the blurb. Then I did something I don’t normally do. Because I don’t read a lot of New Adults, I read the other reviews on Goodreads before I decided to dive into this book. LOL. The reviews were split and I hemmed and hawed, then I settled in to read today. I did not pause once. While it started slow, the buildup was fantastic and I could not help wanting to know more. I needed to know what would happen, and not once was I disappointed. I loved the peeks I got into India. I could feel the culture, taste the food, and the authenticity of it just leaped off the page and seduced me. Priya was a pretty interesting character. She had this inner core of strength that shone through in wonderful moments, like when she defended her mother against those that wanted to malign her. But that strength tended to waver sometimes and the vulnerability Priya showed us was sweet, heart breaking, and sometimes made me want to scream and say “fight for your heart…why the hell are you giving in?” I could feel Priya’s pain when she had to choose between family and the love of her heart. That is what made me enjoy this story so much. I felt engaged and invested in Priya’s journey. Now for Tyler. I adore this guy. Charming and sweet as hell and I love how he felt about Priya. One of the review I read said she did not finish this book because the love was a little shallow. So I was gearing myself to not feel the love, and bracing for disappointment. Well I didn’t need to gear at all. It was bloody fantastic and this really cemented to me that what I love…it is so cool for someone else to not enjoy as much. Tyler was perfect, I saw how he felt about Priya and heck I felt it. I was there, feeling the slow slide into lust and love and I enjoyed every moment. Now I don’t read a lot of new adults so the close door nature of the sex threw me a bit. I liked hot and scorching, but I got sweet and sensual, but you know what? It was damn perfect. I would recommend this sweet and endearing read.
Priya in Heels is a contemporary romance following Priyanka, an Indian doctor barely out of med school and her struggle between following her heart and sticking like glue to the cultural norms her family lives their life by. Should she accept the marriage proposal of a successful Indian man who would make her parents happy for her, or does she have a relationship with the sexy musician across the hall who would bring shame to her family - her head or her heart? I want to begin this review by saying I started this book expecting a light, fluffy romance full of clichés and maybe even insta-love. I mean, it's so dominant in this genre nowadays that I might as well go into a read expecting it so I don't get so mind numbingly frustrated and start ranting about how annoying it is and whatnot - everybody's seen enough of it. It's a more than popular topic that readers and bloggers are shaking their fists at in a fit of rage. Never a good thing. So Priya, in my opinion, did rush into a relationship and she did develop overwhelming feelings of love in no time at all. But it's okay, I expected it. What I didn't like was that she was such a cool character in the beginning of the novel. She was great! Priya was feisty, she was completely and utterly independent in every way, she knew where she was, what she was about, where she wanted to go in the future and she was comfortable with herself. I had just got comfy with the idea that Priya is going to carry this book on her shoulders and make me like it. She had the potential to carry the whole story. But of course, she had to go and change. As soon as the guys fully came into the picture, everything that made Priya an individual disappeared. There was no mention of her usual habits, hardly any mention of work and loads of talk about the guys and not much else. I thought Tyler was cute. He was a good character that fit well with Priya - I especially loved the whole nerdy thing they had going. Together they were great. I would have loved more of a backstory with Tyler though - not just for him to be there just to be with Priya. That's another thing, if there's going to be a love triangle going on then it should be believable. I hated Manuk. I thought he was a major jerk. I also think that regardless of his character, Priya didn't give him enough of a chance in the first place before she decided anything. It was either get married to him or not but with Tyler it was be with him or not without marriage necessarily being an option. I would have liked to not know who was going to be chosen in the end. I think everything I liked about this read came from the first third of the book. Like I said, I loved Priya's character, couldn't fault her. Tyler was amazingly adorable with the way he kept trying to go after her and how he dealt with rejection. I loved the supporting characters - both groups of friends (Tyler's and Priya's) made me laugh and they interacted great. Priya's family was adorable and the drama that went on within it was interesting. By the way, if you're not familiar with Indian culture I think you'll find that side of the read intriguing. I have plenty of Indian friends so nothing in this book was new to me.