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Fake Fiancée by Ilsa Madden-Mills

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Ilsa Madden-Mills
Fiction, New Adult
February 6th 2017

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, dreamy football players, a heroine who yearns for the guy she can't have, and a hero who will do anything for the girl he loves...

ARIANNA’s review

Having never read a Ilsa Madden-Mills book before, I wasn’t sure what to expect when I started this. All I knew after reading the blurb was that I couldn’t not read it. Of course, the cover was the other aspect that made me give this one a try. (Don’t judge! :DD) ‘Fake Fiancee’ was simply delightful and I enjoyed the f@ck out of it! First and foremost, I must admit, fake relationship/marriage trope it’s not my favorite trope when I’m reading a romance, but here I found it to be so entertaining. Needless to say, I enjoyed it, Ilsa managing to pleasantly surprise me with her fantastic storytelling and endearing characters from the beginning.

“Fake fiancée? Falling in love? What is this… a Hallmark movie?”

“We could be the best damn Hallmark movie ever made, Sunny.”

Max is the head quarterback and the captain of the team at Leland University. He’s gorgeous, popular and of course every girl wants to sleep with him. For Max football is everything. He lives for football, dreaming after graduation to have an NFL career. He and his best friend moved from the dorms into a rental house not so long ago, but he still doesn’t know all of his neighbors. Max meets Sunny, his neighbor across the street, one morning when some unpleasant events make her knock on his door.

Sunny is an art major, has an art scholarship and works at the library. Sunny is not very fond of Max, not because she knows him, but because he’s an athlete and right now, any athlete reminds her of her douchebag ex-boyfriend who’s into sports. Needless to say, Sunny believes every super star athlete is not trustworthy. However, she can’t deny how hot Max is.

“Heat grew in his gaze, and I felt my own body responding. Melting. Get out of the fancy car, Sunny. Mr. Quarterback is dangerous.”

Max knows he should focus on football, especially since the season had just begun, but he’s too intrigued with his blonde, feisty neighbor to stay away. To spend more time with Sunny and to get rid of some groupies that annoy him, Max comes up with a plan – in exchange for some money, for a couple of months, Sunny will have to pretend to be in a fake relationship with him. Everything gets deliciously “complicated” when their fake relationship becomes a fake engagement. What neither of them expects is for their fake relationship/engagement to become so real in such a short amount of time. They come to realize that they complement each other perfectly.

“Soft and slow, he pressed his lips to mine, inhaling me as if I was the finest Belgian chocolate he’d ever tasted and he’d never get another piece. A nip of his teeth, his hand at my waist, and I was gone.”

This was such an enthralling little gem and I honestly had such a great time reading it! The story-line is very engaging, not as predictable as I had expected and I had a hard time putting it down. Sunny and Max’s fast paced story sucked me in from the very beginning. The author’s storytelling was simply fantastic and I found the plot to be very well done and entertaining.

The fact that the story was low in angst, actually lower than I had expected, with just right amount of drama really worked for me. It didn’t drag for me for one minute, which I obviously loved.

The two main characters, Sunny and Max were so well portrayed. I loved them individually and I really loved them together. Sunny was a fun, endearing, sweet, down to earth heroine I liked from the very beginning. And Max? OMG…such a charismatic, lovable, wonderful hero.

“Our kiss was pure, unadulterated magic, making me powerless in his arms. He was gut-twistingly perfect, and I wanted to drown in him. I didn’t need air. All I needed was Max Kent and his lips and tongue.”

He was not an asshole and he was not a manwhore, which I really, really loved. He was refreshing in every way and yeah, I really loved the way he was portrayed: Sex-on-a-stick, sweet, caring, considerate, attentive and even if he was a little too cocky at times, he wasn’t an insufferable bastard for one moment. His tenderness towards Sunny at times simply melted my heart. He is such a swoon-worthy hero!

Sunny and Max’s chemistry was off the charts and the undeniable attraction and the passion between them were wonderfully done. Loved it! I truly loved the romantic aspect of the story, but I also loved the friendship between these two, their adorable interactions and their witty banter.

Overall, this was a wonderful read I simply adored it! If you are looking for a light, sweet and sexy book with a lovable heroine, a swoon-worthy hero and a lovely, heart-warming epilogue, then you must try this one!

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

Maria’s Review

➦I find myself lately going back to reading new adult books because I want to go back to college and study for exams and go to frat parties. Wait, no, I don’t. But I do enjoy reading about these carefree people who have their whole lives in front of them 😀 lol

➦This particular book features the fake relationship/engagement trope where the hot QB falls for a girl who he hires to be his fake girlfriend in order to scare away cray cray chicks who want his babies. That’s, like, totes understandable.

➦I’ll try to keep the sarcasm low (*snort*) In all honesty, I eat up these crazy tropes like nobody else, in case you haven’t noticed. *looks at her ‘read’ folder* … *nods*

➦This book did have a backstory which supposed to be emotional and give the characters some depth. And I guess it explored the whole subject of FATE, which I very often hate in books. Can’t say I loved it here or completely bought it, something just felt a bit off. I think it was too sappy for me.

➦One thing I did love were the hot sex scenes. My god, when these two finally got together…

➦Recommended to those who love college sports romances (football here) with a “we are meant to be” and fake relationship tropes.

Book 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?”

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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.

About the Author:

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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