Tuesday, February 14, 2017

BOOK TOUR with REVIEW: Fake Fiancee by Ilsa Madden Mills




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Pretending never felt so good….

Fake Fiancée by Ilsa Madden-Mills is NOW LIVE!
ONLY $0.99 & Free on Kindle Unlimited.

Amazon Paperback:  http://amzn.to/2ldp4TS


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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…

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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.


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My 5 Star Review

5 Trophy Stars for this brilliant new adult, sports romance from Ilsa Madden Mills. I wanted something fun and sweet to read and Fake Fiance landed on my kindle. The perfect read for SuperBowl Sunday morning. There's no denying that Max Kent IS the only quarterback you need in your life.

We first meet Sunny and Max at 17 years old, both going through difficult times in their lives. A freak car accident is how Max and Sunny first met and ironically enough, that's how they met again 3 years later. Only this time is was one of Max's groupies that hit Sunny's car. She marched right over to Max's house and didn't car who he was. She wanted her car fixed. They have the same class so Max agrees to drive her to school. On the ride over they discovered that they had both been burned in the past.

Max has got it going on. He's sitting on top of the world and so close to winning the Heisman trophy he can taste it. But he can't have any negative attention. No fights with the team's other quarterback who would love nothing more than to see him fail, a psycho ex that wants him back, the groupies that just want a claim to fame. Football is his life and he needs to keep his eye on the prize. The last thing he needs is a distraction even if she is gorgeous and funny and he can't stop thinking about her. The idea of having a "fake girlfriend" seemed like the perfect idea to keep the ex and groupies away while giving him positive publicity. And that's where Sunny came in. She is my idol. Completely impervious to Max Kent's good looks and charm, she presents a challenge to him and keeps his ass in check.

With that being said, this fake engagement shouldn't be so hard. But what happens when lines get crossed and what was once for show becomes their reality? I can't tell you how much I loved this book. From the comical banter between Max and Sunny, the slow build of their relationship, the drama, the sex, and everything in between, Fake Fiance was easily a 5 star read. I will even go as far as saying that this is my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE of Ilsa's books, and we all know how much I loved Very Bad Things. I will tell you that this one you don't want to miss!

"Sometimes there really is a bigger plan. Sometimes there really is that one person. Sometimes true love finds you no matter what. " 

About the Author
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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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