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Feb 8, 2017

Book Tour ~ Fake Fiance by Ilsa Madden-Mills



Pretending never felt so good….

Fake Fiancée by Ilsa Madden-Mills is NOW LIVE!
ONLY $0.99 & Free on Kindle Unlimited.

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Roxane's Review:

Fake Fiancée is a fun quick read with plenty of elements to keep you interested and excited to watch the story unfold. The story may be a little predictable when it comes to the ultimate ending but there is plenty of sexual innuendo, mystery and fun along the way to hook you in.

This story revolves around a strong heroine, Sunny Blaine, who has seen her fair share of pain but has a goal for the future and a sexier than sin hero, Max Kent, who has big plans for a career in football and may do whatever it takes to achieve that dream. On his way to stardom, Max makes some monumental mistakes that threaten to be his demise and ruin what he didn’t even realize he wanted until it was close to being taken away. His journey of self discovery helps him realize what is really important in this adventure called life. 

Sunny and Blaine create a fake relationship to improve Max’s public image and increase Sunny’s bank account. Even though they’ve both agreed to keep their emotions in check, the body is not so easily deceived. Sunny and Max have an unspoken connection, some kind of thread that seems to pull them together. Is it fate or coincidence? 

As Sunny and Blaine continue their fake relationship, mutual attraction, sexual tension and a strong desire for each other comes into play. When they finally give in to what both their bodies are craving, it is a sensual joining resulting in an electric connection that is ‘not normal’. Ms. Madden-Mills does a superb job of bringing your senses to life at the first, long awaited coupling of these two and leaves you with a smile on your face. They had both been denying themselves for what seemed like forever. Perhaps it wasn't the most perfect location or the most perfect time but it was magical. The fact that these two had waited and held back, learning about each other before finally exploring more, made this scene and this couple ooze with awesomeness. 

Both Sunny and Max must do some deep soul searching and come to grips with their true feelings while trying to define the thin line between fake and real. Before they can deal with their future though, both have a past to come to terms with. 

While their fake relationship starts to propel their popularity, not everyone is happy to see their rise to stardom. Jealousy starts to rear its ugly head and suspicious events start to take place, dangerous events that leave people hurt and questioning the motives of whoever is behind it all.

I recommend this story for anyone that loves a good romance where fate steps in and gives love a little push in the right direction. It is a well written tale that kept me interested from beginning to end and even brought me to tears at one point. I’m giving Fake Fiancée a 4.5 star only because a couple of the main plot lines were a tad predictable but still kept me intrigued and guessing. I thoroughly enjoyed this story; it was HOT and Max made me swoon, more than once. He is a man on a mission with a head on his shoulders at very young age. I will definitely pick up more from this author in the future. 


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…

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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 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.

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About the Author
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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


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