The feud between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar.
Only neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before either of us was born.
Our grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my grandfather’s wedding day—when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn’t marry him because she was also in love with Weston‘s grandfather.
The two men spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened to be their third business partner. But in the end, neither man could steal half of her heart away from the other.
Eventually, they all went their separate ways. Our grandfathers married other women, and the two men became one of the biggest business rivals in history.
Our fathers continued the family tradition of feuding. And then Weston and I did, too.
For the most part, we kept as much distance as possible.
Until the day the woman who started the feud died—and unexpectedly left one of the most valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share.
Now I’m stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess our families inherited.
As usual, it didn’t take long for us to be at each other’s throats.
Weston Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his own good. We were fire and ice.
But that shouldn’t be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just one minor problem, though. Every time Weston and I fought, we somehow wound up in bed.
Family feuds have always intrigued me. The idea that generation after generation continues to stay the course, as if they’re born with hatred in their very blood, for those who have always been seen as their enemy. And regardless of who started the battle or even who continued it, it remains as a living and breathing entity – one that not only pits family members against family members but forces ill-will toward people who they could possible grow to like and even love, but doing so, would be betraying their own family, which could make things incredibly difficult for all those involved.
Which means that before Weston Lockwood and Sophia Sterling were even born…were even introduced to each other, they were taught to hate the other one, never allowing any positive feelings toward the other person to cut through the wall of hate that divides them. But as the old saying goes, ‘there’s a thin line between love and hate,’ and Weston and Sophia’s close proximity to each other allows their mutual attraction as well as the sexual tension that exists around them to grow into something that cannot be stopped, but time will tell, what that means for them, their businesses, and their generational feud.
Their last names may be a point of contention, but this Lockwood and this Sterling seem to look past their rivalry and succumb to their overwhelming feelings for one another, meaning what starts as hate sex turns into something neither saw coming.
The Rivals is a steamy enemies-to-lovers’ story that illustrates just how quickly a generational feud can turn in to something else, given the right set of circumstances and a member from each family who see beyond the hate to something both deeper and more meaningful.
Weston and Sophia’s story is quite a bit more light-hearted than I anticipated and with such a low-level of angst, the story line felt a little stagnant at times and maybe a bit too focused on their physical relationship, but in true Vi Keeland storytelling, it’s an entertaining and snarky book that her readers will enjoy.
4 Poison Apples
Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.