BLOG TOUR & BOOK REVIEW: Fake Fiancee by Ilsa Madden-Mills



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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…

Melanie’s 4-Star Review:

I’ve always loved the idea of falling in love when you least expect it and in Ilsa Madden-Mills latest release Fake Fiancée that’s exactly what we get. Fast-paced and entertaining, it’s a sure fire one sitting read that you won’t be able to put down. This book is filled with loads of romance, spice, and a hint of suspense. Ms. Madden-Mills definitely knew just how to keep her readers on their toes.

I loved the way that this book started, the author has quite a way with making an entrance—one of the things I look forward to when I pick up any one of her works. From the start you felt the simmering just starting to take hold knowing that as the pages turned, it would quickly boil over into something oh so good. And as a reader, you get psyched out, anticipation running thick to find out exactly how messy it will get.

Max Kent, Leland University’s star quarterback with a face and a body to die for has his sights set on one thing—the Heisman trophy. Growing up in his father’s shadow, Max is determined to one-up his jerk of a dad by getting his hands on the elusive trophy, one that his father never got and he will do anything in his power to make that dream a reality. But his resolve is quickly crushed when his reality is suddenly invaded by the girl of his dreams. What I loved most about Max was that he was more than what meets the eye. Losing his mother and her love at such a young age, he’s felt loss that most of his peers have not. So when he opens his front door to a pissed off and determined Sunny Blain what he doesn’t realize is that he’d finally found the missing piece to his heart that he very much needed. Like Max, Sunny has felt great loss herself at a young age and what drew me to her was her quiet, sweet disposition but what I appreciated most about her character was the sass that would come out during certain moments. She was exactly the sort of girl that Max needed.

Though the majority of the book consisted of “does he, does she” and “does she not, does he not”, the chemistry between these two were undeniable. You felt the lust and the need from the very start. Both young and wanting, the hottie tottie scenes were HOT. My girly bits were most definitely wide awake and buzzing. The whiplash came when it these two started to doubt the deep feelings that started to take root while playing their game of pretend– predictably so. I wanted them released from their bounds of doubt and surrender their hearts to one another. I kept turning the pages, begging to be let out of all of the angst and when I was finally free from it—when Max and Sunny finally gave in…. My, my, my was I one happy little unicorn!

Fake Fiancée was an enjoyable read, perfect for the weekend when you’re looking for something fun and light with a whole lot of sexy to get the libido going. Ilsa Madden Mills is dynamite when it comes to these sorts of story lines. Make sure to give this one a go, I guarantee you’ll have a great time with it.




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

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