I’d been so angry after the meetup with the Johnsons that I’d just walked away from my father and fucking Fremont before I said something I couldn’t take back, and I wasn’t ready to hang out with them on a long flight either. HEAD TO HEAD is an enemies to lovers, forced proximity, opposites attract, searching for his sister, clashing cultures, MM romance-with a whole lot of fracking. With this much face time, head-to-head might become heart-to-heart. The bitter rivals embark on a quest to save a family member and discover that sometimes animosity is a mask for crazy-hot attraction. Rand learns chickens can enter the living room and that Jax’s beliefs are more than skin-deep.
Jax is forced to sit on Rand’s dead cow seats. The enemies have never had a single conversation that didn’t involve shouting-until Jax’s old Buick breaks down on a road trip and Rand plays reluctant rescuer. Rand has sent nothing but hateful vibes his way since the day they met. Jax hates Rand for being the privileged, rich-heir-to-an-oil-empire, environment-destroying, soul-sucking president of the ALA jocks-but mostly because Rand hated him first. Rand hates Jax because he’s the laid-back, vegan-eating, tree-hugging, total-Zen-until-I-get-a-chance-to-screw-you president of Sigma Mu Tau, the nerdy fraternity that’s the sworn enemy of Rand’s house, Alpha Lambda Alpha.
If these two don’t kill each other, they might fall in love.
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