LJ:

Is it possible to love someone as much as you hate them? I didn't know the answer to that question until our paths crossed unexpectedly one summer.

How the fuck was I supposed to know she'd be there, and why the hell wasn't I warned in advance?

I never intended to fall in love. The only feeling of love I ever felt was simply a sensation. Definitely not heartfelt love, but love from the immense pleasure I received while I took what I wanted from the women I fucked. I was wealthy, good-looking, a firecracker between the sheets, and one of Michigan's most eligible bachelors. The last thing I expected was to meet and fall for an obstinate younger woman who would forever change my life in the worst and in the best of ways.

Lennon:

My life was just fine before I met the filthy-mouthed, vulgar, arrogant, possessive and overbearing, LJ Gresham. I never should've gone on that vacation. If I hadn't, I could've saved myself a boatload of heartache. However, if I'd stayed home like I should've, I would've missed out on the best sexual experiences of my life, and I never would've met the man who turned my world upside down every time we were together.

If we weren't fucking, we were fighting.

Eventually, we discovered we loved one another, but we hated each other even more. Would earth- shattering sex be enough to hold us together, or would it tear us apart? What can I say? Our love-hate relationship should've separated us from the beginning, but to my surprise, it only made us stronger.