by
Ilsa Madden-Mills
Meet Declan and Elizabeth in Ilsa Madden-Mills
new fighter romance!
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Release Date: October
12, 2015
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~ Synopsis ~
A scarred fighter.
A girl with rules.
One night of unbridled passion.
There are three things you need to know about Elizabeth
Bennett: she’s smart as a whip, always in control, and lives by a set of
carefully crafted rules. She’s learned the hard way that people you love the
most always hurt you in the end.
But then she meets Declan Blay, the new neighbor at her
apartment complex.
A tattooed British street fighter, he’s the campus bad boy
she’s supposed to avoid, but when he
saves her from a frat party gone bad, all her rules about sex and love fly out
the window.
She gives him one night of unbridled passion, but he longs
for more.
With only a cardboard-thin wall separating their bedrooms,
he dreams of possessing the vulnerable girl next door forever.
One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.
“Come to my apartment
and spend the night with me.” I touched his face, my fingers stroking the
softness of his sensuous lips. “Just one night and we can make this shitty
world disappear.”
He exhaled. “A one-night stand?”
“Yeah.”
He cupped my chin. “Someone hurt you, didn’t they?”
My lips tightened. No one at Whitman knew about Colby except
for Shelley and Blake, and I sure as hell wasn’t telling him. He’d judge me
like everyone else had in Petal, North Carolina. “That’s none of your
business.”
“I see.” His eyes searched mine until I felt like a bug
under a microscope. “What if I wanted more than just one night?”
“Then your hands can let go of my hips now.”
He removed his hands slowly, the tips of his fingers grazing
mine. “This may surprise you, but I don’t sleep with every girl I kiss.”
I’d been rejected. Again.
“Blake said you got around, that you used—”
“And you believed him?” His voice was incredulous. “Dude is
in love with you and he saw exactly how we looked at each other tonight—”
“Looked at each other?
What are you talking about? You refused to dance with me and then you ran off
with your girlfriend. Not to mention I just kissed you and you didn’t even
care.” I threw my hands up.
“I wanted to fuck you the minute you walked in that party,”
he snapped.
“Then why don’t you,” I bit out, tossing back my shoulders.
“You think you want me?” he said tightly. “You can’t handle
me, Elizabeth. I can see it in your eyes. You’re scared of something, maybe not
me, but something.”
My eyes went to his black eye.
He let out a harsh laugh. “Ah, that’s what you’re afraid of.
You want the real truth? You told me tonight you didn’t like violence, but I’m
an arsehole who uses his fists. That’s who I am.”
“What do you mean?”
His gaze was intense, dark and low, his face struggling as
he fought to find the right words. “I’m in a fight club for money. I show up at
warehouses and fight other blokes. Sometimes I beat them so bad they need
medical attention. A few times, I’ve been
beat to unconsciousness. I’m everything you need to stay away from.”
I inhaled, anger and lust and excitement all riding me.
Anger that he was pushing me away, lust for the alpha male in him, and God help
me, the fighting thing repelled me and excited me at the same time. “I don’t
want to stay away from you. I want you to fuck me and stop making excuses for
why you can’t.”
My words seemed to snap his taut restraint.
He pulled me back in his arms, his lips fusing with mine
unerringly. His tongue plundered me in a sensual way my body had craved for
years. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my anger morphing into all-out desire
as he turned us and pressed me against the wall.
Yes, yes, this is what I craved.
A passion to remind me that I was real, not just some sad excuse of a girl who chose to exist on
scraps of love.
Before I knew it, he’d shoved my robe off, his hands
sculpting my shoulders, massaging them as he ravaged my mouth. I reveled in the
warmth of his hand on my neck as his mouth skated down, kissing the hollows of
my throat, sucking on my collarbone.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice dark and gravelly. “You
want me to take you up against this wall?”
“Yes,” I moaned. Gone. Past caring as long as he kept his
hands on me.
Out of control, my brain
whispered, but I beat back the dark warnings as his warm hand found my breast
and squeezed, his fingers rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I gasped in pleasure and arched my back to get closer to his
body, ignoring the fear that pricked at the surface.
The rules girl in my head stamped her foot and yelled at me.
I ignored her.
But even if I wanted to stop right now, I couldn’t. My
tongue tangled wildly with his, my hands pulled at his hair, spurring him on,
his hand palming my breast and then tugging. Sharp sensations of need went
straight to my core.
“Is this what you want? Something quick where we just take
what we want and forget each other the next day?”
No. Not that. Not like the way he said it, like it was
something dirty.
“Yes, like that,” I whispered against his shoulder, my mouth
on his skin, tasting him as my teeth bit down.
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~ Review ~
I knew I was in trouble
when I saw the cover to this book and let me tell you… what an amazing
read!! I absolutely loved this
book! I mean who wouldn’t fall for a
sexy Brit with an accent to make you swoon and on top of that calls you “love”. Melted…..completely, unequivocally melted.
Ilsa Madden-Mills
pulled me in within the first few paragraphs of the Prologue and let me know
that this was going to be an engaging read.
Elizabeth has lived through trauma and has lived her life according to
her own “rules” since to protect herself from ever experiencing it again. What she doesn’t count on is meeting a sexy
Brit when she finally decides to step out of her comfort zone that will turn
her life upside down. But rules were
made to be broken right?
Declan….wow! I mean who wouldn’t fall for that accent and
it doesn’t hurt that it was all wrapped up in a sexy damaged alpha male
fighter. Declan could see past the
exterior and see straight through to Elizabeth’s soul. He could tell that she was leery of men and
guarded her heart but was determined to bide his time. A connection like that doesn’t happen too
often and he was on a mission to make her his.
I loved how he didn’t push Elizabeth even though there were times he
wanted to. He was her friend and protector
and eventually her lover.
Now, I won’t say that I
agreed with all of their actions. There
were times that I thought Elizabeth may have taken it to the extreme but there
were other times I wish she would have said more. Same goes for Declan. There were definitely a few times I wanted to
shake some sense into him.
Oh and let’s not forget
Dax, Declan’s twin…..loved his sense of humor and ability to say it like it
is. Although they may have gotten off to
a rocky start Dax takes his role as a friend to Elizabeth seriously and has not
problem telling her when she’s letting a good thing go.
I cannot say enough about
this story. It truly was a great story
with well developed characters that you will find engaging. If this is your first read from Ilsa
Madden-Mills you are in for a treat.
Grab your copy today and get “dirty”!
~ Rating ~
~ Other Works from Ilsa Madden Mills ~
Very
Wicked Beginnings
Very
Wicked Things
Very
Twisted Things
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.
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