Book Tour: Fake Fiancee by: Ilsa Madden-Mills

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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…

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.

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


Before we get started on my review, I know am truly lucky to get these books ahead of other folks to read them. I wish to give huge thanks to ALL the authors, the PR companies allowing it all to go down, etc. But when you are working for numerous PR companies, WITHOUT PAY, totally out of kindness of your heart, there needs to be a place you can vent, say your peace about it all. I knew I had to review this book, totally get that. We had not received the PR packet for this book tour, until last night 9 pm EST. So that means, I wake up this AM to check my emails, & I am like POOH!!! ..I have to make up a post with my review, thoughts to put all together, when I do have a pooh ton of other items within my life to get done today already??!! I have contacted this PR company several times, in the past when I did NOT receive the ARC and never got a response. But yet ... I am schedule on the 1st day of the book tour? WHAT??! Today is the 8th? That doesn't leave a huge amount of time to prep ...the post, the reviews on Goodreads, Amazon or all that jazz. I am going through a huge spot in my life ... it is so tough to chat about ... but I don't have a ton of time to do all these things.  I know it is my choice to be in the group, to get the items they do wish us to promote ... but it is a 2 way street. I want to THANK the PR companies who do have our backs and understand as bloggers we do have lives, it is a lot of work, it does take time, I understand that all PR companies run into issues or mishaps when things go down and they are late or what not? But that was not said this time??! I have tweeted this company, never heard back? etc. etc. Why do I keep sticking to this PR company, 'cause a lot of the books they do promote are FREAKIN' awesome great must read kind of books, that I so wanna read, promote, or have them do great & I wanna be apart of that, a little kid temper tantrum is going on a bit here, but you they have to get it, to understand at least some, right??!? That being said. Thank you for allowing me to read this book. Please don't hate me too much, but next time get your pooh together & remember are we bloggers not miracle workers. I know, I know, what does this have to do with the author? Nothing, but there needs to be a place that we can talk about & this is one PR company that never has asked how we bloggers feel or feedback or other suchness?!? THANKS!!! ( ; 

Hey there! So glad you did stop by today. Let's get the show on the road shall we? I love Ilsa Madden-Mills writing style ... fell in love with her "Dirty English" & "Filthy English" ... If you have not read those please do so. Such a great reads. I recently saw a picture of Ilsa ... I just assumed she was probably like a teen or early aged adult ...I pray I am not wrong ... but I am guessing she is more around my age? I am thinking?? Love her!! Such is priceless, go check her out on FB or on her FB fan group. so FUN!! What I love about this book ... it is realistic but yet there are element of fantasy in there too. She is unicorn believer you know!! Total fantasy there! RIGHT?? It is an emotional roller coaster ... happy times, real moments, unbelievable moment, moments that draw me back into my 1st date experiences, 1st loves times. Where every word you say ... how it make you feel? Tattoos. Libraries. Football games. College Setting. Apartment conflict situations going on. Proposals. Land Rover. There is still the hot & steamy-ness of the English books ... but airs on the side of sweetness, kindness ... angel. One of my favorite quotes from the book:
"Nice, Does he crap glitter and rainbows?" Well done. I loved it. I loved seeing a different is of Ilsa. 5 star. With the English series being a bit like 5.5 stars. Peace Out!! Beth ( :


William Kendall said…
Sorry about the problems you had getting this one. Good review.