#BlogTour Fake Fianc├®e by Ilsa Madden-Mills @ilsamaddenmills

Posted February 9, 2017 by Loredana 0 Comments

by Ilsa Madden-Mills
Genres: Contemporary Romance

I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

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Pretending never felt so good.

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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 heÔÇÖd 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 fianc├®e.

I forgot we werenÔÇÖt REAL.

Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses dont exist

Then youÔÇÖve never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.

Get ready for breathtaking kisses and dreamy football players

This was such a great read – I was completely captured from the first page. ┬áI think what I loved most is the how they first met and how their souls became intertwined without even knowing it would happen. ┬áIt was certainly not at all what I expected, but it led to the discovery of a surprising depth within Max. ┬áSo all the pretending…really more of a smoke and mirrors act as two souls reconnected.

Madden-Mills did a great job getting me to connect and empathize (because yes, I felt her pain so pronounced) with Sunny. ┬áRather than dramatize this girl’s background, I felt as though I were experiencing a friend’s pain. ┬áBut what I appreciated most about Sunny is that despite what her life may have been, she didn’t let that be the very definition of who she was. ┬áEnter her grandmother – she’s a spark plug and quite enjoyable!

Max did have some stereotypical behaviors, but underneath it all, he really is a nice guy.  That certainly made me feel better about some of his behaviors.  Every time I became aggravated by his singularly-focus actions, I remembered there was a depth he kept hidden from everyone else.  A depth which could only be accessed by someone who had touched his soul years before.

As usual, Madden-Mills did a beautiful job with her secondary characters. ┬áI can only hope she’ll give us their stories – Sunny’s friends, Max’s roommate especially. ┬áThey are quality and entertaining!

Grab a copy and find out why pretending is so much fun and how much better it gets when you’re not!

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.

ÔÇ£Good Lordy, whatÔÇÖs he doing?ÔÇØ Mimi asked, clutching at her chest.

ÔÇ£I donÔÇÖt know,ÔÇØ 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.

ÔÇ£HeÔÇÖs coming over here,ÔÇØ 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.

ÔÇ£Max,ÔÇØ I breathed, my heart fluttering.

He gazed up at me. ÔÇ£Sunny Blaine, will you marry me?ÔÇØ

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 IÔÇÖll 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 hadnÔÇÖt said yes!

I wouldnÔÇÖt say yes.

Not to a fake engagement.

The applause of the stadium was deafening. And his kissÔÇöit 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 whoÔÇÖd 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.

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm sorry,ÔÇØ 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 sheÔÇÖd 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.

ÔÇ£.┬á.┬á. did you see her face? Shocked┬á.┬á.┬á.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£.┬á.┬á. most romantic thing in football┬á.┬á.┬á.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£.┬á.┬á. luckiest girl in the world┬á.┬á.┬á.ÔÇØ

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 didnÔÇÖt care who won.

I hated football right now.

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

About Ilsa Madden-Mills

New York Times and USA Today 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 heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she's a Gemini), Sephora make-up, 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, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi.

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