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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.
God.
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.
Oh my! One of my favorite reads this year!!! From the start up to the last, Fake Fiancee is amazing! I was easily pulled in into the story and the characters are relate-able. The first few chapters had me hooked and I can't put it down. Max and Sunny...these two cracked me up. lol - there's no dull moments with these two! They are enjoyable to get to know to and I can easily feel their chemistry. The story!!!! My gawd!!!! I fell in love, laugh and cry on this book! Ms. Ilsa nailed it!!!!
#mustread~
#mustread~
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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