This is a story about two opposing lawyers who end up being exposed to the contagious disease 'Tibetan Concupiscence Virus' and had to be quarantined together for two weeks. The symptoms of this disease are increased and uncontrollable libido. This wouldn't have been so bad if Paige and Ross actually liked each other but they didn't and were in the middle of a divorce and doggie custody battle. This book was supposed to be a story about two adults who don't like each other, but instead looked like two teenagers trying to not bend to each other's opinions. Not my vibe.

The only reason I kept on reading was so I could get finished and write a review. How sophomoric? The dialogue was more than tedious, and how many pages does the author have to devote to telling us how "hot" Rachel is? How amazing beautiful and sexy Paige is? How incredibly masculine, and sexy Ross is? Give me a freakin' break. Nauseating!! And the idea that a virus could actually cause all of this hormone-induced lust is beyond preposterous. I especially enjoyed all the "legal" jargon taking placed during the throes of passion between Paige and Ross. How realistic.