**BOOK TOUR** DOUBLE 5 STAR REVIEW** Fake Fiancee by Ilsa Madden-Mills

 

 
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Blurb

 

A new standalone romance from Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills…

They say nothing compares to your first kiss,

But our first kiss was orchestrated for an audience.

Our second kiss…that one was REAL.

He cradled my face like he was terrified he’d f*ck it up.

He stared into my eyes until the air buzzed.

Soft and slow, full of sighs and little laughs,

He inhaled me like I was the finest Belgian chocolate,

And he’d never get another piece.

A nip of his teeth, his hand at my waist…

And I was lost.

I forgot he was paying me to be his fake fiancée.

I forgot we weren’t REAL.

Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses don’t exist…

Then you’ve never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.

Get ready for breathtaking kisses and dreamy football players…

 

EXCERPT

 

Max stalked over to the barrier that divided the stands from the football field and jumped it. The fans went nuts as he brushed past them, some not even realizing it until he was down the aisle. The Jumbotron followed him.

“Good Lordy, what’s he doing?” Mimi asked, clutching at her chest.

“I don’t know,” I said rather weakly, taking the chance to study him the closer he came. He was beautiful, his shoulders impossibly broad. To add to the distraction, his helmet was in his hand and all that dark brown hair was flowing around his chiseled features as if he had a fan in his face. My Viking.

“He’s coming over here,” Mimi commented.

He was. But why?

I stopped breathing . . .right when he came to a halt in front of me and knelt down on one knee.

Eyes the color of a wild ocean gazed at me.

He took my left hand in his right one.

“Max,” I breathed, my heart fluttering.

He gazed up at me. “Sunny Blaine, will you marry me?”

The stadium went wild. In a daze, I looked up at the Jumbotron and felt like I was watching this happen to someone else. Camera phones flashed all around us.

My first clear thought was I’ll kill him.

Aloud, nothing came out but a faint wheeze. Clearly someone had stuffed a giant wad of cotton in my mouth. Clearly I needed something a lot stiffer to drink than this Diet Coke. Clearly my fake boyfriend was a freaking raving lunatic.

He sat his helmet on the ground next to my feet, reached inside it and pulled out a small black box.

No, no, no!

The box opened, and my stomach churned at the sight of the large round solitaire diamond ring that was nestled on the black silk. I blinked repeatedly to clear my vision.

With deft fingers, Max eased it out of the lining and slipped it on my left hand.

I stared down at it. Then back at him.

I was going to murder the hottest quarterback in the country.

Kiss her, Kiss her, the crowd chanted.

We were the focal point of the entire world.

Max stood and tugged me up with him until we were standing. He slid his hand around my neck and pulled his face to mine. The sky was blotted out as he kissed me.

But I hadn’t said yes!

I wouldn’t say yes.

Not to a fake engagement.

The applause of the stadium was deafening. And his kiss—it was deadly. Despite my rage, my body craved him. His lips were hot, so hot, and my tongue met his with a vengeance. We kissed hard, and I nipped at him, my teeth scraping across his lips. But the only one who’d end up bleeding in this scenario was me.

He eased back to take me in, and with a final look at my face he gave a thumbs-up sign to the entire stadium. They went nuts, chanting his name.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear, letting his hand trail down my arm as he stepped back from me. He walked away backward, eyes on me the entire time. The announcers for the game told everyone who might have missed it that Max Kent had just asked his girlfriend to marry him, and she’d said yes. More cheers came as they replayed him on his knee in front of me with a giant YES written across the top.

I plopped back down in my seat. Frozen.

“. . . did you see her face? Shocked . . .”

“. . . most romantic thing in football . . .”

“. . . luckiest girl in the world . . .”

My face went hot. Even my ears burned. I wanted to crawl under a seat.

God.

What a lie.

The half ended and our offense came out to the field, snapped the ball, and Max threw it straight to Tate who ran it in for another touchdown. My chest constricted and anger churned in my gut.

I didn’t care who won.

I hated football right now.

Most of all, I hated Max Kent, and I was going to make him pay.

 

4TLOR Review ~ by Donna

Ilsa has a way when writing that allows you to fall into the world she has created, become surrounded by the words and the characters and watch the action from the sidelines. As the story arc beautifully sweeps by.

She has a graceful touch when creating that perfect manly man, who has imperfections and flaws, but the realisation to admit them and apologise. Max Kent “Sigh” is all that and more.

Her leading females are no pushovers either and always have the edge and sass that leave you wishing you could be friends. Sunny Blaine is someone I want to know !

The connection ran deep, the love story was funny, sweet and sexy. All things you have come to expect from Ilsa, what more could you want in a bloody great book.

5 Touchdown Stars

Donna x

4TLOR Review ~ by Lou

A fabulous, funny, sexy story which will leave you with a massive smile on your face!! I honestly think I was smiling the whole way through…

The characters were perfection – Max Kent and Sunny Blaine. They were brilliant for each other and the chemistry between them both was absolutely smoking HOT! Their connection and charismatic personalities shone off the pages of this fun-filled story.

All Max wants from life is football and his chance at winning the Heisman… So ‘recruiting’ Sunny to be his Fake girlfriend is the perfect way to go. It will keep the groupies off his back, improve his image, and he can totally concentrate on the football. It will also allow Sunny to get over her ex, and concentrate on her studies. And of course feelings never get in the way do they?!

This story is beautiful. And with their connection a lot closer than they first realise, these two really are meant to be. But will it work out that way? With crazy exes, history, and threats aplenty, this story has just the right amount of angst and suspense to keep those words flowing and the pages turning.

The perfect quick, sexy and sassy read – I devoured it in one sitting! With all the usual humor and glimpses of Ilsa in this book (Sunny’s pet, Charlie!!!), I would highly recommend to all!

And if my review doesn’t convince you – just take another look at that cover!!! Yes please!

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 STARS ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Lou x

 

About the Author

ilsa madden-mills

Wall Street Journal best selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She’s addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Ian Somerhalder, astronomy (she’s a Gemini), and tattoos. She has a degree in English and a Master’s in Education. When she’s not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets and fuzzy pajamas.

She loves to hear from readers and fellow authors. Email her at ilsamaddenmills@gmail.com.

 

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