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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…
What I Thought
I loved this book. LOVED it!!!
Sunny Blaine is fiercely independent after running away from home, away from a strict preacher father who used to beat her. She has overcome a lot. Sunny doesn’t trust athletes in the slightest, despite always being attracted to them. Especially not since splitting with her douche ex. She is not looking forward to starting this next semester back at college as she expected to be living with and sharing classes with her ex, Bart. So when yet another bimbo leaves from Leland universities, quarterbacks house and smashes into her car, just driving off straight after, Sunny is all up for heading over to his place, demanding a lift to class along with the bimbos details.
Opening his door to find his new neighbour standing there, Max Kent is instantly struck with a feeling like he knows this woman, he just doesn’t know where from. After finding his ex, Bianca, sleeping with his enemy, Felix, Max just wants to keep his head down and out of trouble and focus on his career and winning the Heisman. Women mean trouble for him, but the little hottie from next door demanding he drives her to class, throws this out of the window for him though, she is a very welcome distraction for him indeed, and he readily agrees to take her, turns out they are heading to the same class.
Once they arrive at Leland University, they both appear apprehensive to want to get out of the car. They each discover the other has an ex is the class, both having had a bad break up, their ex’s both at fault, Max suggests they walk into class together, pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend to get back at their ex’s and show a united front. Sunny agrees. To make it seem realistic, Max convinces her there should be hand holding and people should see them sharing a kiss to make their ploy seem realistic, and boy what a kiss it is! Their fake relationship does not go down with either ex well at all. Success!
As a means to help him stay distraction free and to ensure all females will leave him alone, Max has a proposition for Sunny after class. He knows she needs cash, so in exchange for 1000 bucks, she has to pretend to be his fiancée. Taken aback, Sunny is tempted but doesn’t want to take the lie too far with her grandma, Mimi. So she agrees to be his fake girlfriend for 5000 bucks instead. One exception, no falling in love. Max readily agrees.
There is a clear attraction between Max and Sunny though, can they really keep love out of the equation? And can they be convincing enough in their fake relationship that no one realises they aren’t really together?
Well…..to begin with, the title of the book gives off a fun vibe, and along with that sexy cover, both are very enticing.
I adore books within the college/university setting, I enjoy the young and modern vibe that comes with them. The book is written in alternating points of view, it is easy to follow and transitions from character to character smoothly. I seemed to hit the end pretty quick, a consequence of this book being an easy read but also a fun read, entrancing you and making you not want to put the book down until you hit those two word that I often hate to see, The End.
The storyline is imaginative and fun, it had me smiling throughout, from both the humour in the story and the attraction and interaction between Max and Sunny. I’m not sure about you guys, but when I am reading and come across a part that makes me goofy smile or laugh out loud, I tend to re-read that part a time or ten, I definitely had this reaction multiple times throughout Fake Fiancée.
The story is well written, bringing about all of the feels from anticipation, to nerves, to hope, to joy, and then back around again. The intensity in the intimacy is panty melting, even down to how Ilsa Madden-Mills has written a kiss between the two characters, be it fake or real. I loved Sunny’s grandma, Mimi. She had me giggling once or twice, she’s popular with the guys in the assisted housing where she lives, she’s a bit of a goer 🙂
“He’s hotter than a red jalapeno Sunny!” She fanned herself. “He moves like lightening, and not all quarterbacks can run, let me tell you. Some just stand there like grumps and throw the ball – but not him. Nope, he’s got some speed on him. He’s the whole package. I’d like to know the size of his rudder…”
Fake Fiancée is an all around joy to read. Thank you for a super fun, creative book Ilsa!
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.
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