A Park Avenue princess...
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, the son of my mother's latest husband. Instead he protects me with fierce determination when I need him most.
This tale begins with a fall, but it doesn't end there.
Because another man wants me.
Sutton wants to consume me with a passion more feral than kind. In the lush emotional wilderness I'm not sure I want Christopher to save me this time...
Or if there will be anything left if he tries.
SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST is a book about finding your soul's desire, even if the search leads you places you never expect. A woman torn between two men. An impossible choice. And a war fought on the most dangerous battlefield--the heart.
Are you KIDDING me?
The last 10% of this book was like riding a roller coaster. But, when the ride ends, you don't get off the ride, instead you ride it backwards. A little against your will, and with some curiosity as to what the heck is happening, and what the heck is coming.
Over and over. Until you have no idea what is happening, what you want to happen, and who you want to end up together...or why. Until you are twisted around, and you don't know what to expect. And, the relationships have changed so much, you no longer recognize the people who were in front of you at the beginning of the book.
Usually, by the end of the first book in a duet, and when there is a triangle, I am quickly on a "team" even if it is the wrong one. I can't pick.
Seriously. I can't pick. I really, really can't.
Are they good men? No. Is one better than the other? Well, I guess that depends on what criteria you use...as one of them fails the same tests the other passes with flying colors.
And, vice versa. Until you are all twisted around, and you don't know which way is up...or really how you even got here.
Are they heroes in the traditional sense of the word? Not even close. They are controlling, manipulative...and compelling.
Skye Warren puts 2 men who you should not like into this story...and then she tells you about them. About their flaws and their faults. And, they are not apologetic about them. Not at all. And, when confronted, they own them. They will lie to your face while telling you that they aren't.
Yes, it's that good. Yes, I am dying for the next one. No, I am not even going to try to guess what is going to happen.
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Excerpt: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.
Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.
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