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Ilsa Madden-Mills is one of my go-to authors. Her stories are always entertaining, the heroes are always so swoonworthy, and her heroines are always fiercely independent. The three things I love most in books, so it is not surprise that I found Fake Fiancee to be another wonderful addition to the list of books I already love from Ms. Madden-Mills
One of the reasons I enjoyed this book so immensely is the characters. Sunny’s strength and independence is what will draw readers to her as a character. Her ability to make a life for herself against the odds, to stand up for what she deserves, and to make herself vulnerable to Max are just some of the many reasons to love her. Max from the very first page will have readers failing in love with his heart. Even when annoyed or pushed to the limit, Max retains his kindness and compassion. He is never hurtful on purpose, and I love that he takes ownership of his issues, problems, and conflicts. Additionally, I enjoyed his whole mentality on fate and destiny. This romantic aspect of his character had me swooning, and, although, he does mess up, his ownership of his error and his ability to rectify the issue only adds to his already alluring personality.
The plot of this story had me engaged from the very beginning. I love the main romantic plot line, as I loved watching Max and Sunny fall in love with each other. Through the banter and the consistent presence from Max in Sunny’s life, it is clear to see that these two are a perfect fit. I do wish their history would have played a bit of a bigger role in the story, but I love how the author drops the reader into the story and then brings it full circle near the end. The secondary plot line of the antagonist in the book is where the plot falls flat for me. I was all in for the whole book. I love the mysterious and suspenseful element that this secondary plot line brought to the story, but it just wasn’t developed enough for me. I needed it, as a reader, to lead to something bigger. Even though, I wanted something more explosive from the antagonist and protagonists of the story, the romance between Max and Sunny carries the reader through and provides them with a lovely read.
Ilsa Madden-Mills’s Fake Fiancee is sure to please lovers of sports romances. It is sexy, romantic, and suspenseful, and it will give readers that perfect escape. Plus, with all the interesting side characters, here is hoping there is more to come!
ARC received in exchange for an honest review.
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…
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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.
About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today 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 heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she’s a Gemini), Sephora make-up, 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, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi.
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Ilsa Madden-Mills’ other books:
VERY BAD THINGS
VERY WICKED BEGINNINGS
VERY WICKED THINGS
VERY TWISTED THINGS