If falling in love is as easy as falling asleep, what do you do if you're an insomniac?
When bumbling worrywart Eliot Hart bumps into naked-yoga instructor Cori-Anne van Cleeve, love is the last thing on their minds. For a start, Cori-Anne has just been targeted for a horrific death by a notorious drug-cartel kingpin. It wasn't as if Cori-Anne intended to shove a bag of heroin between the drug lord's buttocks during a DEA raid of her naked-yoga class for senior citizens. But he was in downward dog, and his splayed posterior was the most convenient place to put it. For Eliot, on the other hand, the chance encounter with Cori-Anne is an epiphany that leaves him determined to stop over-thinking and become more spontaneous. On a mad whim, Eliot books them on a safari to the Southern Africa bush, as far away from the danger as he can imagine. But is the remote safari lodge a safe haven from the kingpin? And can love survive stampeding elephants and bizarre Nazi assassins?