Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills returns with an all-new swoon-fest of a novel about what happens when you look beyond labels and take a chance on love.I Bet You, an all-new sexy college romance standalone is coming October 29th, and we have the hot new cover!Sexy Athlete: I bet you… Penelope Graham: Burn in hell, quarterback. The late night text is random but Penelope knows exactly who “Sexy Athlete” is. And why she shouldn't take his wager. Ryker Voss. Football star. Walks on water and God's gift to women. Just ask him. His bet? He promises Penelope he’ll win her the heart of the nerdy guy she’s been crushing on. His plan—good old-fashioned jealousy. Once her crush sees her kissing Ryker, he'll realize what he's missing. Sounds legit, right? The only question is…why is Ryker being so nice to her? Penelope Graham. Virgin. Lover of sparkly vampires and calculus. His mortal enemy. Penelope knows she shouldn’t trust a jock, but what’s a girl to do when she needs a date to Homecoming? And Ryker’s keeping a secret, another bet, one that could destroy Penelope’s heart forever. Will the quarterback score the good girl or will his secret mean everyone loses at this game of love? Cover Designer: Shanoff Designs Photographer: Wander Aguiar Model: Steven Genre: Contemporary Romance Publishing Date: October 29, 2018 Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2vLgSkX Be notified as soon as I BET YOU goes live: TEXT “ROMANCE” to 21000 Start the series of standalones today with I DARE YOU Amazon: https://amzn.to/2Fn15ur Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/IDareYou
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About the Author Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She's best known for her angsty, heartfelt new adult college romances. A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero. She's also addicted to frothy coffee beverages, Vampire Diaries, and any kind of book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females. Join her Unicorn Girls FB group for special excerpts, prizes, and snarky fun! https://www.facebook.com/groups/ilsasunicorngirls/ Connect with Ilsa Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorilsamaddenmills/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/ilsamaddenmills BookBub: http://bit.ly/2OE8TwZ Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2k6L96J Amazon: http://amzn.to/2jjRzlD Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ilsamaddenmills/ Stay up to date with Ilsa by joining her mailing list: http://bit.ly/2MkYqK4 Website: http://www.ilsamaddenmills.com/
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THE RIGHT STUD By Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise Release Date: June 4, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance Cover Design: Shanoff Formats Photo: Wander Aguiar Add to Goodreads: http://smarturl.it/TRSgr FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A SIGNED MYSTERY PAPERBACK & A $10 AMAZON GIFT CARD, CLICK THE LINK TO ENTER: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/aa97699935/ BLURB Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and USA Today bestselling author Tia Louise are back with an all-new romantic comedy filled with Southern sass and steamy scenes that will have you laughing out loud and fanning yourself. Pour the sweet tea and get ready… “The best way to get over your sh**ty ex-fiancé is to get under a shiny new stud…” As soon as Mr. Tall, Blond, and Handsome walks into that bar, I know he’s the hook-up I need to get over stupid Cheater Kyle. A few stolen kisses in a dark hallway, and I’m pretty sure we’re headed for a home run—until he disappears without a trace. Whatever. Men are all snakes in the grass, and I don’t need a new one anyway. I resolve to forget about his perfect lips (and chest of steel) and instead focus on turning my Granny’s old beach house into a profitable B&B.
What I don’t expect is for him to show up the next day in my kitchen! You see, my sexy mystery man is none other than Jax Roland, the drop-dead gorgeous home improvement star of The Right Stud, and he’s got an offer I can’t refuse. With a suitcase in one hand and a hammer in the other, he wants to move in and renovate my old house while he films his new show. But my roommate has secrets, and they threaten to rip our blossoming friendship—and possible love—apart. When push comes to shove, is Jax really The Right Stud or is he just another nail in the coffin of love? ★ADD it on Goodreads Today: http://smarturl.it/TRSgr ABOUT THE AUTHORS Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and USA Today bestselling author Tia Louise are not a secret duo, but simply themselves. Great friends, former English teachers, and southern gals in real life, they’ve teamed up to bring you laugh-out-loud naughty romances with strong leading ladies and sexy alpha males who know how to please their women—and who sometimes you just want to slap. Connect with Ilsa Connect with Tia Text “TiaLouise” to 64600, and never miss a New Release, Sale, or Giveaway! Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills brings you a brand-new heartfelt, sexy contemporary romance with I DARE YOU coming April 30th!Title: I Dare YouAuthor: Ilsa Madden-MillsPublishing Date: April 30thCover Designer: Shanoff DesignsPhotographer: Wander AguiarCover Model: Travis S.Bad Ass Athlete: I dare you to… Delaney Shaw: Who is this? The late night text is random, but "Bad Ass Athlete" sure seems to know who she is… Delaney Shaw. Good girl. Lover of fluffy kitties and Star Wars. Curious. His dare? Spend one night in his bed—a night he promises will be unforgettable—and she can solve the mystery of who he is. She knows she shouldn't, but what else is she going to do with her boring Valentine's Day? One sexy hook-up later, her mind is blown and the secret's out. Maverick Monroe. Bad boy. The most talented football player in the country. Just ask him. Too bad for him Delaney's sworn off dating athletes forever after her last heartbreak. But Maverick wants more than one night and refuses to give up on winning Delaney’s heart. She isn’t one to be fazed by a set of broad shoulders. After the semester ends, will the bad boy land the nerd girl or will the secrets they keep from each other separate them forever? Add to GoodreadsVote for the cover to appear on USA TODAY HEA on April 1st!VOTE HEREAbout IlsaWall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She's best known for her angsty, heartfelt new adult college romances. A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero. She's also addicted to frothy coffee beverages, Vampire Dairies, and any kind of book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females.Join her Unicorn Girls FB group for special excerpts, prizes, and snarky fun!Connect with IlsaFacebook I Twitter I Goodreads I Amazon I WebsiteThe Last Guy, an all-new steamy standalone from Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise is coming June 12th!THE LAST GUYBy Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia LouisePublication Date: June 12thGenre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic ComedyThe first rule of office romance is don’t do it—especially if your dream is to hold the anchor spot on the nightly news and your boss is trying to get you fired. But one look at Cade Hill, the sexy new sports director, and uptight reporter Rebecca Fieldstone is daydreaming about other things. Sex in his office… Sex in the on-set kitchen… Sex in the supply closet… She can’t stop thinking about the former NFL quarterback and how perfect he’d look between her sheets—except he’s an arrogant jerk with a huge… ego. He’s the last guy she’d ever have a one-night stand with. Cade Hill draws a thick professional line on office romance—until it comes to the hyper-focused Rebecca. He wants her, and he gets his wish when a chance encounter has them having the hottest sex of their lives. It’s just a hook-up, she says. When can we do it again? he says. With Rebecca determined to keep Cade in the friend zone, it’s going to be an uphill battle for Cade to convince her he’s the last guy she’ll ever want. THE LAST GUY is the first white-hot CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC COMEDY from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise. It features Fireball-fueled hookups, Doritos Locos Tacos, attack monkeys, toddlers in tiaras, and one fabulous drag queen. Prepare for frantic clicking (or page flipping!) and smoking-hot sexytimes all the way to the out-of-this-world happily-ever-after.
Excerpt:~ Rebecca ~ He kicks the door shut and without even turning on the light, he tosses me on my back on the bed. I prop up on my elbows. My dress is up around my waist, my bra is wet from Cade’s mouth, and my nipples are pointing right at him. “Damn,” he rasps, and I watch, mesmerized as he reaches behind his neck to pull his shirt over his head, leaving his hair a sexy mess. The light of the full moon blasting through my window covers him in a silvery glow. My stomach clenches when I see the lines of his muscles deepened by the shadowy light. My God, he’s gorgeous. He looks otherworldly. “We really shouldn’t do this…” My voice is breathless. “Agreed.” He strides toward the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s focused, determined, and I watch long fingers unfasten his belt, the top of his jeans, his zipper. “This is a terrible idea.” “Yes,” he murmurs as he cups my face. I sigh and lean into his palm, letting the sizzle between us electrify me. If I do this…if I go through with boning him…it’s going to be the best sex of my life, judging by the tiny raised hairs all over my body. I scoot to the foot of the bed so I’m right in front of him and my head is level with his waist. Looking up, I slide my palms to his sides, pushing his jeans lower. He’s standing in front of me in black boxer briefs. I slide my palms up and down against the hot planes of his pelvis, teasing him, tracing my fingers around the straining bulge of his erection. “We’re gonna regret this.” A long shudder comes from him, and his eyes are heavy-lidded as he watches me. “I don’t think so, Stone. Not in a million fucking years.” He leans down and his lips capture mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth, exploring, owning me.★ Get an email alert when THE LAST GUY goes LIVE on Amazon: http://smarturl.it/TLGSignupOR ★ Get a Text Alert as soon as it’s live! Text “TiaLouise” to 64600 Now.**U.S. onlyADD it on Goodreads: https://goo.gl/2dhXVtSEE the inspiration board on Pinterest: https://goo.gl/ZfBjiqLISTEN to the playlist on Spotify: https://goo.gl/AXnGKeAbout the Authors:Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and the “Queen of Hot Romance” Tia Louise are not a secret duo, but simply themselves. Great friends, former English teachers, and southern gals in real life, they’ve teamed up to bring you laugh-out-loud naughty romances with strong leading ladies and sexy alpha males who know how to please their women… and who sometimes you just want to slap.Connect with Tia:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorTiaLouise/ Twitter: @AuthorTLouise Stay up to date with Tia Louise by signing up for her newsletter: https://authortialouise.com/dirtyplayers/ Connect with Ilsa:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorilsamaddenmills/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/ilsamaddenmills Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2k6L96J Amazon: http://amzn.to/2jjRzlD Website: http://www.ilsamaddenmills.com/ The Last Guy, an all-new steamy standalone from Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise is coming June 12th!THE LAST GUYBy Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia LouisePublication Date: June 12thGenre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic ComedyCover Designer: Shanoff FormatsPhotographer: Wander Aguiar Photography Model: David WillsThe first rule of office romance is don’t do it—especially if your dream is to hold the anchor spot on the nightly news and your boss is trying to get you fired. But one look at Cade Hill, the sexy new sports director, and uptight reporter Rebecca Fieldstone is daydreaming about other things. Sex in his office… Sex in the on-set kitchen… Sex in the supply closet… She can’t stop thinking about the former NFL quarterback and how perfect he’d look between her sheets—except he’s an arrogant jerk with a huge… ego. He’s the last guy she’d ever have a one-night stand with. Cade Hill draws a thick professional line on office romance—until it comes to the hyper-focused Rebecca. He wants her, and he gets his wish when a chance encounter has them having the hottest sex of their lives. It’s just a hook-up, she says. When can we do it again? he says. With Rebecca determined to keep Cade in the friend zone, it’s going to be an uphill battle for Cade to convince her he’s the last guy she’ll ever want. THE LAST GUY is the first white-hot CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC COMEDY from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise. It features Fireball-fueled hookups, Doritos Locos Tacos, attack monkeys, toddlers in tiaras, and one fabulous drag queen. Prepare for frantic clicking (or page flipping!) and smoking-hot sexytimes all the way to the out-of-this-world happily-ever-after. Enter the Giveaway:★ Get an email alert when THE LAST GUY goes LIVE on Amazon: http://smarturl.it/TLGSignupOR ★ Get a Text Alert as soon as it’s live! Text “TiaLouise” to 64600 Now.**U.S. only ADD it on Goodreads: https://goo.gl/2dhXVtSEE the inspiration board on Pinterest: https://goo.gl/ZfBjiqLISTEN to the playlist on Spotify: https://goo.gl/AXnGKeAbout the Authors:Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and the “Queen of Hot Romance” Tia Louise are not a secret duo, but simply themselves. Great friends, former English teachers, and southern gals in real life, they’ve teamed up to bring you laugh-out-loud naughty romances with strong leading ladies and sexy alpha males who know how to please their women… and who sometimes you just want to slap.Connect with Tia:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorTiaLouise/ Twitter: @AuthorTLouise Stay up to date with Tia Louise by signing up for her newsletter: https://authortialouise.com/dirtyplayers/ Connect with Ilsa:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorilsamaddenmills/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/ilsamaddenmills Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2k6L96J Amazon: http://amzn.to/2jjRzlD Website: http://www.ilsamaddenmills.com/ The Last Guy, an all-new steamy standalone from Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise is coming June 12th!THE LAST GUYBy Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia LouisePublication Date: June 12thGenre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic ComedyThe first rule of office romance is don’t do it—especially if your dream is to hold the anchor spot on the nightly news and your boss is trying to get you fired. But one look at Cade Hill, the sexy new sports director, and uptight reporter Rebecca Fieldstone is daydreaming about other things. Sex in his office… Sex in the on-set kitchen… Sex in the supply closet… She can’t stop thinking about the former NFL quarterback and how perfect he’d look between her sheets—except he’s an arrogant jerk with a huge… Ego. He’s the last guy she’d ever have a one-night stand with. Cade Hill draws a thick professional line on office romance—until it comes to the hyper-focused Rebecca. He wants her, and he gets his wish when a chance encounter has them having the hottest sex of their lives. It’s just a hook-up, she says. When can we do it again? he says. With Rebecca determined to keep Cade in the friend zone, it’s going to be an uphill battle for Cade to convince her that he’s the last guy for her… ★ Get an email alert when THE LAST GUY goes LIVE on Amazon: http://smarturl.it/TLGSignupOR ★ Get a Text Alert as soon as it’s live! Text “TiaLouise” to 64600 Now.**U.S. only
ADD it on Goodreads: https://goo.gl/2dhXVtSEE the inspiration board on Pinterest: https://goo.gl/ZfBjiqLISTEN to the playlist on Spotify: https://goo.gl/AXnGKeAbout Tia:"Queen of Hot Romance"; Award-winning, International Bestselling author of the ONE TO HOLD series. Her debut adult romance ONE TO HOLD was a 2014 "Lady Boner" award-winner, #1 in Military Romance, and a Top 20 Contemporary Romance novel for several months. ONE TO KEEP, #2 in the series of stand-alone novels, followed the same course, with the remaining performing equally well. From being a "Readers' Choice" nominee two years running, to picking up USA Today "Happily Ever After" nods, nothing makes her happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the Alexander-Knight world of stories. A former journalist, Louise lives in the center of the U.S.A. with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public locations... It's possible she has a slight truffle addiction.Connect with Tia:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorTiaLouise/ Twitter: @AuthorTLouise Stay up to date with Tia Louise by signing up for her newsletter: https://authortialouise.com/dirtyplayers/ About Ilsa:New York Times and USA Today 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 dystopian books and all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), 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 paints old furniture.Connect with Ilsa:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorilsamaddenmills/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/ilsamaddenmills Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2k6L96J Amazon: http://amzn.to/2jjRzlD Website: http://www.ilsamaddenmills.com/
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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 heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, and Instagram. 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, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Goodreads | Instagram Order of her books and Amazon page Amazon Page: http://amzn.to/28YqMm8 VERY BAD THINGS Designer: Luminos Graphic House Photography:Michael Stokes Model: Leon Scott VERY WICKED BEGINNINGS VERY WICKED THINGS Designer: Luminos Graphic House Photography: Michael Stokes Model: Attila Toth VERY TWISTED THINGS Designer: Luminos Graphic House Photography: Michael Stokes Model: Mike Thurstson The British are HERE! DIRTY ENGLISH Amazon: http://amzn.to/1VMSen6 Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1G7I4vq Are you ready for Filthy English? 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Hartford Wilcox, Jr., aka Mr. Nice Guy at Whitman University in North Carolina, had jilted me two weeks before the big wedding day as we had dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant, Mario’s. And now here I was—on my honeymoon and getting trashed with my best friend Lulu who’d decided to skip her beach vacation and come with me at the last minute. She poked me with her finger as we sat in front of the heavy wooden bar of the club. “Hey, Earth to Remi, get that glazed look out of your eyes and order a drink already. I’m thirsty.” She fluffed her pixie-cut pink hair and straightened her black tutu, eyes scoping out the club. “Dang, the men in here are hotter than a billy goat with a blow torch,” she said in her honeyed southern drawl. I half-heartedly agreed, not really caring, more intent on scanning the bottles behind the bar. “I want tequila,” I murmured. “A whole bottle.” Her face snapped back to me and her green eyes widened. “Uh-uh. No way. I know what happens when you drink that crap. You either eat a ton of tacos and puke, or you wrap yourself around some cocky bastard with a well-developed tush.” True. I did love a tight muscular ass. But I wouldn’t get one tonight. A short laugh burst out of me, one of those I’m-miserable-but-pretending-to- be-okay-laughs that I’d been doing a lot of lately. For the past two weeks, I’d vacillated between a sobbing mess and an angry woman who became so incensed that “fuck” was the only word that seemed appropriate in any given situation. Going to the post office to mail he dumped me, but thank you anyway cards. Fuck. Going to the wedding venue and not getting the ten thousand dollar deposit back. Fuck. Realizing I was homeless fall semester—which was in two weeks—fuck. Listening to my mother tell me it was my fault. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The bartender delivered my bottle and poured me a shot. I sucked the tequila down while Lulu watched me warily. It tasted like bad decisions and gasoline, but tonight was about forgetting. The sooner the better. A few minutes later, Lulu went out to dance with a British guy she’d been making eyes at. I sat glumly at the bar, fiddling with my diamond tennis bracelet, rubbing it like rosary beads. I needed to forget Hartford, and according to Lulu, that meant hooking up with someone. Was she right? Fate answered in the form of a beautiful man—and by beautiful I mean drop-dead sexy with a backside so delectable and muscular my mouth plopped open. I snapped my lips shut and adjusted my velvet half-mask—the annoying feathery plumes on the sides kept sticking to my red lipstick—and turned ever so slightly to check him out, not wanting to appear obvious. He slid into the seat next to me, tall and broad with rippling shoulders and a massive frame. I checked my appearance in a mirror behind the bar, mentally analyzing the odds of a girl like me snagging a hottie like him. Although no one had ever called me beautiful, I did have two—okay, maybe three—things going for me in the looks department. My shiny, golden-brown hair that hung down in waves to my shoulders, my fluffy “pillow lips” as Lulu described them, and lastly, I had an itsy bitsy space between my two front teeth which were otherwise white and perfect. Lulu claimed the gap lent me an exotic look, like Madonna or Sookie Stackhouse. Whatever. I was a True Blood fan. I went with it. He shifted on the stool, leaning closer to me. His cologne swirled in the air, the smell of expensive Scotch and musk mingling together to create a heady, slightly dangerous scent. I paused, goosebumps rising on my bare arms. The spicy whiff triggered a distant memory just out of reach. As slyly as I could, I studied his profile from top to bottom. Like me he wore a black mask, although his was more masculine, not hiding his chiseled, movie star jawline. His lips were carnal and luscious, the bottom more plump than the top with a slight indentation in the middle. As I watched, his tongue swept out and caressed it, his top teeth biting it as if he were deep in thought. He raked a hand through his dark, longish messy hair, held it suspended above his head for a few seconds and then released it, letting it swish back into its tousled yet perfect place. I tore my eyes away. Something about him sent loud warning bells ringing in every atom of my body. Danger, danger. Don’t touch that. But my gaze would not be denied as I took in the tight black shirt and sculpted chest that was obviously used to the inside of a gym, right down to an arm that looked like it could snap a board in half—or me. Nice biceps, Mr. Beautiful. The pièce de résistance was the vivid blue and orange dragonfly tattoo displayed on his left arm. It was larger than my hand and took up most of his bicep. My eyes traced the contours of the design from the papery wings to the multi-faceted eyes. A bold black color outlined the insect, giving it a masculine feel. Gorgeous. True Religion jeans stretched down long legs and ended in a pair of black Converse without socks, giving him a boyish quality that was in direct contrast to the crazy-sexy-bad-boy vibe he had going on. Him tonight? Maybe. He was the polar opposite of Hartford who was blond, lean, and tattoo-free. I nibbled on my fingernail. How do I get him to notice little ol' me? Just then a redhead with fluffy Farrah Fawcett hair strode up to his stool, bold as brass, wearing a tight, white mini-skirt that barely covered her booty. She brought with her the smell of sweet, cloying perfume, the kind I always got spritzed with at the mall. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, casually rubbed her finger down his arm and struck up a conversation. Her fake, black lashes—which she’d somehow managed to get outside the eyeholes of her mask—batted. She puffed out her well-developed chest. He smiled back at her with a wicked grin, his relaxed body language telling me he was confident when it came to women. She whispered in his ear, boobs right in his face, but whatever he said back wasn’t what she wanted to hear because a few ticks later, she crossed her arms, glared at me, and stalked away. I blinked. What had I done? Then he turned and pointed his devastating smile at me. Shit, he’d made eye contact—as much as you could with a claustrophobic mask on. But wait… Was he crazy? Because if he’d turned down her flirtation, I didn’t have a shot. I didn’t know how to do the fingers-tip-toeing-up-his-arm-thing and sexy hair flicking. I didn’t know a thing about applying fake eyelashes. I didn’t know how to make my breasts sit up that high. I looked away from him and took another shot, feeling anxious and strangely off-kilter. Mr. Beautiful ordered a drink from the bartender, his British accent smooth as silk as it washed over me. I froze. I almost knew that voice—deep with soft rounded vowels that made you tingle in your lady parts. What was it about this guy that had me all jacked up and hot for him? Hello, tequila, my inner voice said. But it was more than that. Getting brave, I pivoted on my barstool, and found Mr. Beautiful’s eyes on me once more, searching my face. As if he too recognized the pull between us. My heart played hopscotch, jumping against my chest. My skin prickled. I shivered. Did I know him? It clicked. Dax Blay? It was his voice, the same deep quality, the kind of voice that made you want to hop into his bed and ride him like a cowgirl. My breath hitched, and I swallowed down the emotion that zipped up my spine whenever I thought of him. He was my one mistake, the time I’d tossed inhibitions and carefully laid plans aside and went with my instincts, only to have them tossed back in my face. But the man next to me wasn’t Dax. Thank God. Last spring at the campus-wide end of the year fraternity party with Hartford, I’d seen Dax, and he’d had shorter hair, like always, and zero tattoos. Yeah. No way. Plus, last I heard, he was in Raleigh where his father lived. Yet… Dax was British. He could have family here. Maybe he got a tattoo? Nah. I mean, what were the odds of us both being at the same club on the same night in a country where neither of us lived? I tore my eyes off Mr. Beautiful and waved at a bartender for more limes, but somehow my tennis bracelet snagged on the bodice of my dress, leaving my wrist dangling like a wet dishrag in a most inappropriate place. I wiggled my arm. Jiggled it. Even went so far as to jerk, but it wouldn’t separate. Sweat popped out on my forehead. Holding my breath, I twisted and tugged the bracelet, forcing the delicate material in my bodice to stretch beyond normal limits. “Well, hell,” I breathed, pausing to assess. Skin-tight with a plunging neckline, the dress was mostly a stretchy fabric held together by sequined straps and a zipper on the side. Slated as part of my honeymoon wardrobe, it was a Tory Burch and had cost four hundred dollars, the most I’d ever paid for a fun outfit, and no way did I want to damage it. I might have to return it to rent an apartment at Whitman. Lulu. I needed Lulu. She was a whiz with wardrobe malfunctions. I spun around on the barstool and used my free hand to wave at her, but she was slinging herself around dancing, having a great time and completely oblivious. I resorted to flapping both hands at her, one high and one low. Several people waved back with baffled expressions, but Lulu didn’t notice. Dammit. I groaned and slumped down in my seat, ready to scream. Now what? Go to the bathroom and repair it there? Good plan. But the club tilted when I stood, the strobe lights making me squint as they flashed in my face. I wobbled in my leopard print heels—that Lulu had insisted I wear—and grabbed the stool to keep my balance. ` I sucked in a breath to gather myself, but I couldn’t think straight. The room spun, and I was suddenly queasy, and why did I slam all that tequila, and oh my god, my wrist is currently attached to my tit like a T. rex arm. I had to get out of here before someone noticed what an idiot I was. Trying to be stealth like, I reached across the bar to get my beaded clutch, but because it was my left hand and not my right that I used most of the time, I got off balance and stumbled—and my ankle folded in on itself. I yelped as my shoe catapulted off my foot and vaulted off toward the dance floor, while I fell forward, straight into Mr. Beautiful’s lap. Filthy English (unedited excerpt) Copyright Ilsa Madden-Mills Blurb A smokin’ hot British player… A jilted girl… One night of mistaken identity… Two weeks before her wedding, Remi Montague’s fiancé drops her faster than a drunken sorority girl in stilettos. Armed with her best friend and a bottle of tequila, she hops a plane to London to drown her sorrows before fall semester begins at Whitman University. She didn't plan on attending a masquerade party. She sure didn’t plan on waking up next to the British bad boy who broke her heart three years ago—the devastatingly handsome and naked Dax Blay. Furthermore, she has no clue how they acquired matching tattoos. Once back at Whitman together, they endeavor to pretend they never had their night of unbridled passion in London. But that’s damn hard to do when you live in the same house… One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime. *A modern love story inspired by Romeo and Juliet* **no one dies in the writing of this novel** About the Author New York Times and USA Today 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 heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she's a Gemini), Sephora make-up, 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, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi. SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS: You can stalk her on her website as well as get signed books: http://www.ilsamaddenmills.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorilsamaddenmills?pnref=lhc IG: https://instagram.com/ilsamaddenmills/ Twitter: @ilsamaddenmills Ilsa Madden-Mills’ other books: VERY BAD THINGS Amazon: http://amzn.to/1RH9CJY iBooks: http://apple.co/1gl5Yaj BN: http://bit.ly/1bOyH2g Kobo: http://bit.ly/1D0BVw5 VERY WICKED BEGINNINGS Amazon: http://amzn.to/1K5NvX8 VERY WICKED THINGS Amazon: http://amzn.to/1NvRIr5 iBooks: http://apple.co/1mVS3Wo BN: http://bit.ly/1mT1cDB Kobo: http://bit.ly/1C9EZt3 VERY TWISTED THINGS Amazon: http://amzn.to/1cvvkkh iBooks: http://apple.co/1eN7Clh BN: http://bit.ly/1KK0ljh Kobo: http://bit.ly/1BHcK4R |
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