Jules Montgomery is too busy and content with her life to worry about a man, especially one Nate McKenna. If growing up with four brothers has taught her anything, she knows to stay away from sexy men with tattoos and motorcycles. That goes double if he’s your boss. During the one incredible night they shared, he violated the no fraternization policy…among other things, and it won’t happen again. Jules won’t risk her career for mind-blowing sex, no matter how much her body and her damn heart keep arguing with her.
Nate McKenna could give a shit about the no fraternizing policy. He wants Jules and he’ll have her. The rules could bend around them, or be damned. He’s not a man to be taken lightly, and Jules Montgomery is about to find out just how he responds to being pushed aside after the best night of sex he’s ever had. She can fight all she wants, but he’ll have her in his bed in the end.
At first, I must admit, I was kind of into Fight With Me. There wasn’t anything really spectacular or new about it, but it wasn’t necessarily bad either.
Jules wasn’t a insecure, whiny bitch and Nate wasn’t a cocky little shit.
But as the story progressed, it got worse. They either fought, had sex, or had incredibly sappy, sickening conversations. When I got to the beach house part, I actually, literally gagged. Terrible.
The sex is.. well, it’s okay, but seeing as it’s so ‘super hot’, you’d expect they’d do it in some other positions instead of nearly always missionary. Even if it’s your favourite.
The fights.. let’s just say that both Nate and Jules are incredibly immature. Nate is a demanding, overbearing, controlling dick. He’s exactly the type of guy abusive realtionships are made of.
Julianne is just lame. She’s incredibly boring and whenever anyone does anything that’s not okay with her, she immediatly goes all defensive.
The relationship progressed way too quick to be realistic and both of the MC were dumb and naive and, as I said, petulant.
In all, the story is tedious, cliché, sickeningly sweet and predictable.
Oh and have I told you I reaaaally hate the main characters? And all the freaking terms of endearment.. Baby, babe, honey, sweetie, ALL. THE. TIME. Ugh.
I’m sorry this is such a short review, but all there is to say about this book, has already been said. These things I’ve written just keep repeating over and over again.