Pretending never felt so goodโ€ฆ.

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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 kissโ€ฆthat one was REAL.

He cradled my face like he was terrified heโ€™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 fiancรฉe.

I forgot we werenโ€™t REAL.

Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses donโ€™t existโ€ฆ

Then youโ€™ve never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.

Get ready for breathtaking kisses and dreamy football playersโ€ฆ

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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.

โ€œGood Lordy, whatโ€™s he doing?โ€ Mimi asked, clutching at her chest.

โ€œI donโ€™t know,โ€ 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.

โ€œHeโ€™s coming over here,โ€ Mimi commented.

He was. But why?

I stopped breathingย .ย .ย .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.

โ€œMax,โ€ I breathed, my heart fluttering.

He gazed up at me. โ€œSunny Blaine, will you marry me?โ€

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 Iโ€™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 hadnโ€™t said yes!

I wouldnโ€™t say yes.

Not to a fake engagement.

The applause of the stadium was deafening. And his kissโ€”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 whoโ€™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.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry,โ€ 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 sheโ€™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.

โ€œ.ย .ย . did you see her face? Shockedย .ย .ย .โ€

โ€œ.ย .ย . most romantic thing in footballย .ย .ย .โ€

โ€œ.ย .ย . luckiest girl in the worldย .ย .ย .โ€

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 didnโ€™t care who won.

I hated football right now.

Most of all, I hated Max Kent, and I was going to make him pay.


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5 Stars
It’s been so long since I have read a book from Isla that I have forgotten what her writing is like. I regret that so much now because I remember how amazing her work is.
I have read books before about Fake girlfriends or Fake Fiancรฉe’s but there were so many differences in this book. The storyline flowed so well and the characters were both relatable and likeable which is a huge plus for me. You never really knew what to expect from the story and it definitely kept me on my toes.
Max and Sunny have this instant connection which is so powerful and profound, the circumstances of their meeting was so well thought out and totally different to anything I have read before. It was deep, meaningful, fun, sexy and overall cute.
Max was this hot, sexy, cocky football player who had his eyes set on the Heismen trophy and wouldnโ€™t let anything stand in his way, when he comes up with the fake girlfriend scenario he knows its a great way to keep his ex at bay and also stay on track to win the Heisman. He was a bit selfish at times but overall completely loveable.
Sunny was a great female character, she was smart, quick witted and knew what she wanted in life. She wasnโ€™t ย a pushover but she also wasnโ€™t a raging b!tch either. Her backstory pulled at my heart strings and made me want to reach inside this book and hug her.
Throw in some cheating exโ€™s, back stabbing douchbag teammates and a hilarious granny and you have the recipe for an amazing story.
I felt like I was part of this story, I got totally invested in this “Fake” relationship that I endured all the same emotions the characters felt in this book. I didn’t want to get to the end but couldn’t help devouring this book! I will definitely be keeping my eyes open for Ilsaโ€™s upcoming releases.


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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