Honestly, I was so annoyed by this book that I couldn’t even bring myself to finish it. A friend gave it a glowing review so I decided to give it a try, but unfortunately the book was a weird mixture of boring and obnoxious. I got a little more than halfway through and decided it wasn’t worth my time, even as a hate read.
Maggie Jameson is the heir to the New York Saints baseball team until her father sells it to “the devil” aka rich and cocky asshat Alex Winters. Maggie, who loves the Saints and planned on eventually becoming CEO, is not thrilled. Needless to say, she resents Alex for what she sees as him taking away her dream.
This book had all the makings of a great enemies to lovers story. I LOVE the enemies to lovers trope. In practice, this book is so boring. And infuriating. A full 1/5th of the book goes by until someone deigns to explain to Maggie WHY her father sold the team to Alex. And then after Alex hires her to work for him, he proceeds to continually cross the boundaries Maggie sets for him. She doesn’t want him to give her a ride home after she drinks too much tequila. He throws her over his shoulder and takes her home anyway. She doesn’t want him to flirt with her. He flirts harder. She doesn’t want to date her boss. He acknowledges that it would be inappropriate but continues to pursue her. She doesn’t want him to kiss her. He does it anyway. I think the author was trying for romantic, but there’s something so off-putting to me about a man who takes a “no” as a challenge instead of a metaphorical stop sign. No thank you. I can’t in good conscience recommend this book to anyone.