Tuesday, February 14, 2017

FAKE FIANCEE by Ilsa Madden-Mills!

Pretending never felt so good….

Fake Fiancée by Ilsa Madden-Mills is NOW LIVE!
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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 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…

I'm not always a huge fan of fake girlfriends/boyfriends/fiancees in books...but this one worked for me on every level. Maybe it was because of how Sunny and Max met? Maybe it was because it didn't feel fake? I'm not entirely sure why this worked for me, but it did. 

I loved the "first" meeting between them, how she wasn't intimidated by who he was and stood up to him, demanding answers about the girl that hit her car. And I loved that he wasn't a jerk about it. I loved how even when Sunny was unsure and uncomfortable with the "fake" title, there was still a connection between them. And that she turned him down when he suggested adding benefits to their arrangement. Even though the characters had such amazing chemistry, it was the friendship that developed between them that sealed the deal for me. Just the little things, of them talking, or Max helping her work on her house. I loved those moments when it was just them. 

Honestly, there's wasn't really anything that I didn't like about this book. I literally couldn't put it down...not even when I was supposed to be doing homework (shhh! Don't tell my professor!)

Overall, I definitely recommend this book!

Holy. Heartbeating. Goodness. Batman!

Ok, when I read the blurb for Fake Fiance, I knew I wanted to read it. It sounded really good so I immediately signed up for an arc. I had no idea it would be so beyond the awesomeness I expected!

I freaking LOVED this book! I read it in one day. I have to admit that I was sneaking my phone at work and as soon as quitting time hit, I rushed home to finish! Amazing. So freaking good. I don't know if you're getting the picture yet... but I LOOOOVED it!

Sunny and Max were the cutest! Chemistry galore! Omg the feels. Ok, so now is where I try to tell you about the book, without spoiling anything. Sunny and Max are both at the same college. He's the star quarterback and she's an art major. They happen to live across the street from each other and certain unpleasant circumstances leads Sunny to Max's door one morning for a bitching out. Only, that leads to a proposal... of a sort. See, Max needs to stay focused on football as its his last year and he's aiming for the Heisman trophy. There's one problem, his ex and all the groupies who won't leave him alone. This is where Sunny comes in. She needs money and so when Max suggests they fake a relationship, it seems like a win for them both. Only, they didn't expect those pesky things called feelings to get involved.

What I loved most about their "fake" relationship, was that they formed a true friendship. Yeah they were pretend dating, but it didn't seem that way at all. For the reader as well as the couple. That friendship grew and eventually they were in love with each other. They just didn't know how to deal with it. They both had things going on that they tried to focus on but it just wasn't happening.

There's a lot that I can't say, since it would spoil it. But I loved how they first met. And how that came back in to play later, and with Max revealing what he remembered. ❤ I can honestly say that there isn't anything I didn't like about this book. Yes, Max had his moments of being a stupid man, but lets face it, don't all men have those moments, be they real or fictional! Sunny and Max were perfect for each other. They were meant to be. ❤ 

This book was captivating from the first page to the last. It had great writing and well developed characters. It sucked me in from the first line and held on until the last. I was sad that it was over when I turned to the last page, but I really loved the epilogue. I'm a fan of Ms. Madden-Mills for sure, and this booked definitely sealed that! 

Thank you to the author for this copy in exchange for an honest review.


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.
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.

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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