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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…
“It wasn’t his looks that tugged at my heart. Not really. It was him–his innate charm that made me want to strangle him one second and then hug him the next. And I knew why. We had never been strangers. Not even from the very beginning.”
“I was walking a tightrope with emotions, and at any moment I was going to fall and break into a million pieces.”
“Time heals all wounds, but the scars remain, making you who you are. To me, hers were a beautiful mosaic. I admired her more because of them…because she’d come out of the darkness and learned how to fly.”
Sexy football players, fate and a fake relationship. What else could you possibly ask for? I can’t help but fall in love with these types of stories. In fact, I am a big fan of fake relationships/fake fiancee troupe. They are the stories that I just can’t help but just eat up and devour. And Ilsa Madden-Mills does not disappoint with her take on this troupe.
Fake Fiancee follows the story of Max and Sunny and is told from dual points of view. From the moment we meet Max and Sunny, they have an intense connection that neither one of them can understand. It is a chemistry that they both try to fight and deny. Max has the world at his feet and could have any woman that he wanted. However, his main focus and passion is football. When it’s football season, nothing else exists to him except for the game. And his game has never been more important than it is right now. His eye is on the prize and he will do any and everything to get it….Sunny’s life has been anything but sunshine and roses. She’s been dealt a tough hand and just wants to finish college and live the life she’s always wanted. The last thing she expected was for Max to crash into her life. He challenges her in ways she never expected. And even though her heart knows better, she can’t say no to Max when he asks her to be his fake everything….
I couldn’t help but devour Fake Fiancee. This story was a lot of fun and just an overall great book to spend an afternoon getting lost in. This story was incredibly well written and entertaining. I fell in love with the characters almost instantly and couldn’t wait to see how their stories would shape up. Max and Sunny won me over right away. There was just something about the two of them that pulled me in. They begged me to read the story that they had to tell and before I knew it I had completely devoured their story. The chemistry between these two was instant and the type that I just can’t get enough of. I loved all the hints of fate and destiny. And I just loved watching these two fall in love.
Fake Fiancee was a great read, from beginning to end. It had just the right amount of drama, steam and romance. I loved everything about this book and really enjoyed getting lost in these characters.
*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, 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.
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 email@example.com.