This seems like a complex story, not the kind you could think of by the title. Because of that, I’m particularly happy to have Skye here with me and chat with her about the book
The book is Survival of the Richest by Skye Warren published a couple of days ago in the Adult, Contemporary, Romance Genre.
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.
It’s a sexy love triangle about an heiress and the two billionaires who want her! We meet Harper St. Claire when she’s still a teenager and has a love-hate relationship with her stepbrother. Only when she’s a grown up does she fully come to terms with her desire for him… but that’s when she meets another man who’s determined to claim her himself. SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST is about the love and money and finding what you want while risking everything you have.
What made you decide to write a love triangle?
I love a challenge, and a true love triangle in which both men are viable options is something I’ve never written before. It made perfect sense for Harper St. Clare, an heiress with complex feelings toward men in general—that she would seek a man who isn’t emotionally available for her and be lured by a man who is forthright in a way she’s never met before. Only once she’s let herself surrender to love itself will she overcome her past, which is why she needs a love triangle story.
What was the hardest part about writing Harper’s story?
The essence of writing a love triangle is that half of the readers will end up disappointed, if they want the man who isn’t chosen! However it’s also part of the allure of the book… unlike a book where the ending is determined, both the journey and the final destination are unknown. It’s not for readers who are faint of heart! Or authors who like to please their readers, which I usually do!
If you want to keep in touch with Skye, here’s where you can find her:
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.
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