Title: Survival of the Richest
Series: Trust Fund Duet #1
Author: Skye Warren
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 12, 2018
A Park Avenue princess…
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.
Panty Scorching 3.5
Overall Rating 4
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Lindsey
Wowza! What a story!!! Skye takes on the forbidden/taboo romance like a champ! I really enjoyed the storyline and having so much backstory to get a really good understanding of where people were at and why. That really helped this book come together so much more.
The characters were all super intense and had their own baggage that added to the story. I know one thing for sure is that I NEED MORE! That ending had me like “seriously”! I said it out loud and was pissed. Like leave me hanging and wondering what’s up and then bam! But that’s what a good book is all about.
I can’t wait for the next book because I hope some serious smack down happens! I was soooooo into this character and then TWIST! Way to hook a gal, Skye!
- Seven Devils by Florence + the Machine
- Million Dollar Man by Lana Del Rey
- Back to You by Selena Gomez
- High by Zella Day
- Endgame by Taylor Swift
- Renée Elise Goldsberry, Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton
- Love is Madness by Thirty Seconds to Mars (feat Halsey)
- Hard Love by NEEDTOBREATHE
- Can’t Help Falling in Love by Andrea Bocelli and Katherine McPhee
- Let Me Fall by Josh Groban
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.