He craves control. She craves chaos. The only thing they might crave more is each other…

Nate

Allie Parser is driving me crazy on purpose and waiting for the moment I snap.

To say we are fire and ice would be misleading. We are mint toothpaste followed by a big gulp of orange juice. Pulp included.

I want to strangle her, and she wants to straddle me.

She says I need to stop living life by rules.

She doesn't want to know what I'll do to her if I break mine.

Allie

Nate Reddington, heir to his daddy's fortune and my RA, is cold, closed off, and a little obsessed with control (hello, pair of handcuffs under his bed. How are you?). But I can fix him.

He is used to women on their knees for him, but I'm more likely to kneecap him than obey.

As a psychology student, it is basically my job to "My Fair Lady" him and turn this icy man into a warm human being.

Maybe "warm" is the wrong word. Because Nate Reddington, red-faced and about to crack?

Scorching hot.