The Evolution of Man
Series: Survival of the Richest #2
Also in this series: Survival of the Richest
Release date: September 25th 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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Ambitious. Intense. Irresistible.
I never wanted to fall for a man.And definitely not two men.
They tear me apart until I don’t know how I’ll ever be whole again. Until I’m not sure I want to be. How can I choose between two halves of myself?
THE EVOLUTION OF MAN is the second novel in the USA Today bestselling duet, which begins with Survival of the Richest.
The Faerie Queen’s review
You can read my review for the first book, Survival of the Richest, here, but below are the main points:
- The complexity of the relationships between the main characters was incredible.
- I couldn’t untangle the love triangle.
- The chemistry between all three was intense.
- Money was a massively toxic influence in everyone’s lives.
Well, dear readers, The Evolution of Man was thankfully great for all the same reasons.
I really felt for Harper. In the first book, she lost her father to a sudden heart attack. In this book, she must sit back and watch as her mother succumbs to late-stage cancer, too late for treatment if her mother even wanted it. There is so much pain in this book, and really, the whole book is about her dealing with it in various ways. First and foremost, she seeks out physical distractions from the two men her in love/lust triangle. But the library is also one giant, crumbling coping mechanism. The crack in the wall is a crack in her heart, and she just wants to restore it to its former glory as if she can do the same to herself.
The emotions in this book are palpable. This is definitely a series for those of you who like your angst, because it’s in this relatively short read in spades. Skye is an incredibly evocative writer, bringing out feeling and pain and making it tangible. She also brought the tension between Harper, Sutton, and Christopher to life yet again, with moments of overwhelming heat highlighting flaring amongst the cold, harsh angst and distrust. There were a few threesomes thrown in, just so you’re prepared, but I almost couldn’t enjoy them because of the circumstances. This isn’t a happy romance that has you cheering. Instead, you feel almost dirty when you catch yourself enjoying their chemistry.
The one thing that kept me from fully endorsing this book was the ending. After so much build-up, the turn of events at the very end seemed rushed, and I couldn’t support it as it stood. As well as everything worked together, and as much as I did enjoy reading this book, I almost can’t call it a romance. I can’t trust the “happy ending”, and I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Also, View Spoiler »where the hell did Sutton go at the end « Hide Spoiler?
But, all said, it was a tale that had me completely engrossed, wrapped up in the twisted mind and life of Harper. I would definitely recommend the series, but not for anyone looking for a light, happy, fluffy read. This is for those of you who like your dark romances, for sure.
“Good evening,” he says, as casually as if he saw me last week instead of six months ago.
“Christopher,” I say, in case he hasn’t noticed. A table like this is reserved for VIPs or very special guests. Or ones with deep pockets. “This is the chef’s table. We’re sitting at the chef’s table in Koi.”
“Is that good? I thought they just ran out of regular tables.”
“Did you just make a joke. Oh my God. You did.”
The chef chooses that moment to introduce himself, a rather effusive man with a comforting smile and a thick Japanese accent. He says he’ll forgive that we drink champagne as long as we try the sake pairing he sends with every course. And he personally serves the amuse bouche, a tuna sashimi lollie on a fennel cilantro salad with ponzu dressing that makes me moan despite myself.
“Dear God,” I say when we’re alone again, my eyes still closed with the wonder of that single bite. There’s salt and citrus, and basically this is what heaven tastes like. “Did you spend all two billion dollars to get this table? Because it’s worth it.”
When I open my eyes Christopher is watching me, a strange expression on his face. He hasn’t touched the plate in front of him. He seems more interested in the way that I dip my finger in the ponzu dressing and lime foam to savor the last drops. I’m not sure that love is on the table, but if the glitter in his eyes is anything to go by, sex is definitely an option.
“One billion,” he says, almost absently.
I blink. “What?”
“Only one billion is mine. The other half belongs to Sutton.”
It’s like a bucket of cold water dumped over my head. “Why did you bring me here?”
One dark eyebrow rises. “You’re the one who insisted we meet in person.”
“And you’re the one who brought me here.”
The long pause that follows isn’t filled with hearts and roses. He does not secretly love me, and I feel like a fool for even considering the possibility. Because he took me out to dinner? It’s really a good thing I don’t date much, because I’m terrible at it.
“I invested in the restaurant,” he says finally. “It helps to have your take.”
“Because I have such a refined palate?”
“Because you were born rich,” he says, his voice flat. “You know what rich people like.”
It takes my breath away, and I’m left staring at him with the most incredible taste on my tongue. That’s all I am to him? A rich girl with nothing better to do with my time than give him advice on his new restaurant? Meanwhile I was gullible enough to think he actually wanted to spend time with me. It isn’t right. It isn’t fair, but then Christopher Bardot has never played fair.