Survival of the Richest
Series: Survival of the Richest #1
Release date: June 12th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Source: Social Butterfly PR
I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
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An heiress without a cause.
Two billionaires determined to claim her.
And a war fought on the most dangerous battlefield--the heart.
My story starts with a plunge into the cold water of Manhattan's harbor.
A strong hand hauls me back onto the deck of the luxury yacht. Christopher was supposed to be my enemy. Instead he protects me with fierce determination.
That should have been my happily ever after, but then Sutton appeared--ruthless and seductive. He doesn't care that my heart belongs to someone else, because he's determined to win. No matter the cost.
It's an impossible choice, but I can't have them both.
The Faerie Queen’s review
I hadn’t yet read a book by Skye Warren, but I’d heard of her, aware that she had written a number of series (some connected). When the opportunity arose to read the first book in a new series, I grabbed it. Especially with that blurb!
What shone in this book for me were the characters and their complicated relationships that went far past the typical friend/enemy/lover labels. Harper surprised me the most with how she broke the typical “rich girl” mould. Because she wasn’t just a rich girl with an attitude. She was an artist with a complicated family who loved and hated each other all at the same time, a difficult but painfully real dynamic to understand. Money was such a toxic influence in her life. Her views on relationships and power and women in history and mythology made me think and want to learn more. (I particularly loved her speech on Medusa.)
Then add in these two ambitious men who seek not just wealth, but also power and control and…her. I was drawn in to Harper’s relationships with both Christoper and Sutton, both similar in some ways but fundamentally different in others. This was a love triangle I couldn’t untangle, partly because I was attracted to both but deeply suspicious of both as well. There was no easy ship to jump on, no simple miscommunication to tidy up for a happy ending. Plus, there was some crazy heat between Harper and the two men, with some delicious scenes filled with chemistry and control. And one scene towards the end…I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing for a few pages. I just wished everyone was described a bit more completely because all I could imagine were hair colours and wide shoulders.
There is no happy ending in this book. People get hurt. People lie and hide and run. The sequel is releasing in a few months, but I’m not sure a happy ending will be in that either. But I know I’ll want to read it.
This book is for those of you who like your romances in the shadows, dark and political and complicated. Your love stories filled with passionate intensity. And maybe a spanking scene in a library.
My body heats at the words, at the remembered pleasure of Sutton’s mouth on my sex. Christopher looks down at me, as if he can feel the heat emanating from between my legs. His expression turns stark, as if he’s in pain. That’s only fair, because I’m in pain too.
“You deserve better than that,” Christopher says, but there’s no way to pretend he’s talking about Sutton. He’s talking about himself and we both know it.
“He gives me what I want, which is something you might try next time you like a girl.”
“It wasn’t that,” he says, harsh again.
“No?” I step forward and place a hand on his chest, feeling the way his heart beats strong and fast. He may want to be unaffected by me, but he isn’t. I tilt my face up toward him.“You didn’t imagine me naked in the cabin later?”
He sucks in a breath.“You were too young then.”
My words come out as a whisper.“What about now? Will you do what Sutton said—imagine me in this dress when you go home after this?”
“It’s not fucking decent,” he says, even though the silk covers every part of me. It’s a perfectly respectable dress, when it’s not hitched up around my waist.
“You can thank Sutton for this,” I say, because it’s true. He’s the only reason I lean forward and place my lips against Christopher’s, touching them in some terrible attempt to show him what he gave up, to prove to myself that I don’t care about either of them.
Christopher sucks in a breath. For a second I think he’s going to pull away. He stiffens and grasps my hair with his fist. Easy enough for him to stop the kiss. Instead he dips my head back and deepens it, exploring my mouth with his teeth, his tongue. Opening me wider until I whimper. Pulling me close until I can feel how hard he is beneath his slacks.
His other hand fists in the gauze of my dress, and I realize he’s holding me with both hands clenched—one in my hair and one in my clothes. I don’t know whether he’s doing it so he doesn’t have to touch me or because it’s a way to control me without bruising me. He uses both hands to tug me closer; I’m pressed so tightly I can’t imagine getting away.
Where Sutton had been raw sensuality and playfulness, Christopher is pure determination. He kisses me like he’s a conquering army, like I’m made of gold he has to grasp—or lose forever.