Survival of the Richest by Skye Warren
Series: Survival of the Richest, #1
Published by Indie on June 12 2018
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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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.
Survival of the Richest is one of those books that keeps your heart in knots. Much like Harper, I found myself torn. Torn between what I thought I should want, what I think I really wanted and what I didn’t know I wanted. There’s just something about the way Skye Warren writes and creates her stories that sucks you in and holds on to you. It’s something I can’t get enough of, even when I know eventually it’s going to spit me out with some kind of heart break or some other emotion that just makes you feel raw and vulnerable.
Who knew that first year college boy who came into Harper’s life so many years ago would elicit some of the most emotional things she would ever go through. Hate, love and everything between. There’s so much history between these two they they don’t even understand what is going on. But then another man enters the picture and they are forced to discover who they are and what they want.
I’m going to be honest, I know a lot of people just can’t stand the idea of having to choose between two lovers in their romance stories. Me? I love them. If I go through the entire story and my emotions are lobbying back and forth as much as the characters are, then I’m happy. I want to feel and experience what the characters are going through, like Harper. I was torn just as must as she was that only once again shows how well developed Warren creates her characters and stories. I felt for Sutton. I felt for Christopher. I felt for Harper. That means I was invested.
If you are looking a potential childhood friends to love romance with the added bonus of another vying for the same love, then you need to read this book. Sure, it leaves you on a cliff hanger but that’s just another thing I love. It keeps me guessing. It keeps me thinking about them. It keeps them revenant. I can’t wait to see what happens in the next book.
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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.