I was exciting to read this because I liked the "Greyson—the guy she loathed more than anything" blurb. I thought that was an interesting conflict-filled premise. Well, it took about two chapters for me to start skim reading and skipping whole pages. Every cliché and gender stereotype seems to be in there.
People like George R. R. Martin are praised with being able to write really well for women. When he was asked about this, he said that he writes people, and women are people. How do you know that Pamela Ann writes for a man? Expletives. Macho man crudeness. At one point he literally describes his hands as being calloused "from working on my car and the other careless things guys did." Why not use this kind of insight for all of his parts and have him "think about things guys generally thought about"?
His romantic interest has a slut reputation (which he calls her on frequently), but that can't possibly be - women can't sleep around! She must *really* be innocent and virtuous -- and what do you know... *He* on the other hand pursues everything that moves without reproach.
Greyson and Liv's on and off gets old very quickly. How many times can a person literally beg someone else to be with them before it becomes tedious. If you want to find out, I suggest you read this book. There are maybe 3 women in this book with an ounce of self-respect whose lives don't seem to solely revolve around getting a guy to love them.
If you want to read some dysfunctional relationship material, maybe go with something like Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire instead.