Thursday, February 9, 2017

Fake Fiancée by Ilsa Madden-Mills Blog Tour

From Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills comes a new stand-alone contemporary romance.

Fake engaged to the hottest quarterback in the country? SCORE.

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.

Three months. Two hearts. One fake engagement.

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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.

Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

This book successfully ticks many boxes for me – it is witty, intelligent, and the leads are really good at heart. There is an engaging sports theme and trust issues which affect both Max and Sunny. I love how the dramatic start is woven into the story, and how it plays out. The writing style is smooth and makes it very easy to just keep turning the pages right to the end of the book.

Max (who is well represented in the cover art) has to concentrate on being the very best college quarterback, and his nemesis is trying to bring him down. A chance meeting with his new neighbour, Sunny, gives him an alternative solution. One which gives us the title of the story and a great adventure to tease and please the reader. They have an undeniable connection, even if it's all meant to be fake!

There are some really good extras in this book, who give balance and humour, and some really bad ones, who give drama and angst. I would love there to be other stories giving us details of Tate, Ash and/or Isabella's futures. They were both excellent foils and supporters.

A very satisfying and really enjoyable read, which I definitely recommend to you.

Sunny and Max are the “IT” couple. At least that is what it looks like to the outside world. Sunny is pretending to be Max’s girlfriend to keep the groupies away so he can focus on the only thing he wants, the Heisman trophy and a football career.

The connection between Sunny and Max is more than what he thinks. She knows what it is and hopes he figures it out without having to tell him. But can Sunny play the part of her life without losing her heart in the process? Will Max win his trophy and lose the girl in the end? Will their exes and other jealous people get in the way?

I loved this story and everything about Max and Sunny from the very beginning. The story pulled me in and I couldn’t put it down, good thing I didn’t have to work today. It was, after all, a reading day and what a story to get lost in. I love Ilsa Madden-Mills’ writing style and I hope there will be a story with Tate, Max’s mate, and Isabella, Sunny’s BFF, but if not that would be okay too. I would recommend this book to anyone looking for a great story hoping for a happily ever after that takes some time and heartache to get to the end and well worth the read. You can’t go wrong with this author.

Wall Street Journal bestselling 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.

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Reviewers on the Wicked Reads Review Team were provided a free copy of Fake Fiancée by Ilsa Madden-Mills to read and review for this tour.

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