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From WSJ Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills comes a new stand-alone contemporary romance.

Fake engaged to the hottest quarterback in the country? SCORE.

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.


Three months. Two hearts. One fake engagement.


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.

Fake Fiancée
Fake Fiancée by Ilsa Madden-Mills
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
A fabulous read for the fast pace, sweet and sexy new adult sport romance lover.

“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.”

Sunny Blaine has survived worse than a fender bender by a drunken football groupie. She endured her physically abusive father and got to live another day after a terrifying car accident thanks to quick actions of a good Samaritan. But the car isn’t going to fix itself and she’ll need money to do it. Not wanting to meet her notorious neighbor but having no other choice she storms into his life demanding he help her take care of the mess he caused unknowingly providing him with a solution to his own problems.

Max Kent is close to having everything he’s ever wanted. He’s smart enough to be in pre-med and so talented he’s first string quarterback and rumored to be an NFL draft pick and Heisman nominee. Unfortunately an altercation with a teammate took his name off the latter list. Nothing a sweet and stable romance splashed all over the news can’t fix though. He could have his pick of girls to help out, the problem is they all want more from him than what he’s willing to give, until his neighbor shows up at his door with zero expectations other than the name of the groupie who hit her car.

Despite Sunny’s no dating jocks rule and Max’s determination to have no distractions, they know they can help each other out and soon they find themselves in an easy friendship and way too comfortable pretending to be a couple which leads them down a path they never expected. When lines are crossed it gets difficult to distinguish between fake and reality. Will the spotlight keep them from figuring out their priorities?

“Sunny. I needed her. I couldn’t exist without her in my world.”

I have to start of saying that this is my first Ilsa Madden-Mills book and it certainly won’t be the last. Even though I’ve read my share of fake relationship stories as well as a big pile of football ones, this fast paced new adult romance with endearing yet flawed characters with hopes and dreams and an unknown shared past had me turning page after page until the very end.

“I’ll kiss you so good, you won’t be able to kiss another guy for an entire year without thinking about me.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “Pffft. Do you even know how cocky you are?”
“Won’t deny it. I am Max Kent.”

While Max comes off as a bit too cocky, he’s a total sweetheart when it comes to Sunny. Yes he makes mistakes, sends mixed signals and needs to straighten his priorities, all normal for a guy his age. He’s also caring and takes responsibility for Sunny. She’s is feisty and independent, a bit untrusting of men with good reason given her history with cheating ex-boyfriends not to mention her abusive father.

They have a great rapport and are totally cute and adorable.

“Can I just hold you in my arms and watch you sleep?”

But because of their deal in which Max pays Sunny to be his fake girlfriend, it’s hard for them to see what great potential they truly have. And because they don’t know each other that well, there’s bound to be some misunderstandings which are exacerbated by jealous individuals.

The supporting characters were well developed. Mimi, Sunny’s grandmother, was as funny as she was loving and supportive. And I really liked Sunny’s BFF Isabella as much as Max’s playboy teammate and roommate Tate. I hope we get more of these two in future books.

Fake Fiancée is a standalone New Adult contemporary romance by Ilsa Madden-Mills. It is funny and sweet with just the right amount of drama with a dash of angst. Told from both points of view and has a happy ending.

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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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