HUNTER: he’s a football star, a university god, and an arrogant jerk who looks at me like I’m a trophy. Add the circumstances of how we met, and you’ll have my mortal enemy. We’ve already chosen the “pattern” for our relationship: he tries to drag me into bed, I tell him to go to hell. For a while it works. But every time he touches me, my will is put through serious tests. CHASE: she’s a catastrophe that destroys everything she touches. Crazy. Stubborn. A bitch. Every time we meet is a real game of survival. And the moment I start winning, she changes the rules. Falling for her is like pulling the pin from a grenade. On the other hand, who doesn’t love danger?