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…
Pretending never felt so good….
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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
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.
4 Real Stars
What a cute book! If you are a fan of football romance books, then Fake Fiancee is for you. Fake Fiancee is quick read that is humorous, romantic and steamy all in one.
Max Kent is the star quarterback in college. The world has their eyes on him, because he's destined to win the Heisman and go pro. The only problem, he needs to stay out of trouble! No fights. No groupies. Just no drama off and on the field. And Max is willing to just that.
Sunny Blaine is just trying to get through college and when she ends up living next to Max, her whole world changes. She's been running from her past and laying low and when Max offers her proposition, it something she can't refuse... pretend to be his girlfriend. Sounds easy, she gets money that she needs and he has a "girlfriend" to ward off the groupies.
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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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