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Very Wicked Beginnings
and
Very Wicked Things
by
Ilsa Madden~Mills
Very Wicked Beginnings
(Briarcrest Academy #1.5)
| Release Date: May 13th, 2014 Cover Photography: Toski Covey Graphics: Sommer Stein at Perfect Pear Creative Covers Model: Tanner Belcher |
Surprise……………….Unable to stop herself Ilsa Madden-Mills fell in love with
her beautifully flawed characters from Very Wicked Things and
has written a prequel novella called Very Wicked Beginnings featuring
the story of football star Cuba Hudson and ballerina Dovey Beckham.
In observance of Mental Health Awareness Month, all May proceeds
from the sale of the novella will be donated to The Keith Milano Memorial
Fund which benefits the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP).
www.afsp.org
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Synopsis ~
Girls
say I’m a walking, talking sex god. Guys call
me Hollywood because my life is golden.
It’s not.
But, ESPN did rank me as a four star recruit, calling me
one of the best defensive players since Briarcrest Academy opened its
esteemed doors. So yeah, with football and a stellar GPA, my future seemed good.
Then Dovey Beckham shows up in her short skirts and ballet
shoes. Driving me insane. Making me want to beg for her attention.
But that wouldn’t happen, because Cuba Hudson didn’t beg
for anything.
She walked around BA like she owned the place, and most
days she looked right through me…the one girl I couldn’t have.
So, of course, I made it my mission to claim her, to put
her notch on my bedpost.
Because no girl can resist the Heartbreaker of
BA.
But I never planned on destroying her.
I never planned on wrecking the one thing that could save
me.
Welcome to Briarcrest Academy, where wicked love
begins…and ends.
~
Excerpt ~
Chapter One
“Two things about me: I play
football—and girls.” –Cuba Hudson
I wanted the
gorgeous girl in the window.
More specifically,
I wanted the dark-haired girl dancing inside the Symthe Arts Building as I
stood outside on the twenty yard line at football practice, fixated on her
when I should have been focused on the line of scrimmage. I adjusted my
helmet and squinted through the afternoon Dallas sun.
Did I know her?
Movement from other
players on the field pulled me back. Good thing. As defensive end, it was my
job to put the screws to or sack the quarterback as soon as the ball snapped.
But I was off today. Probably because I knew I had a shit ton of homework
waiting for me at home. With my dream of being a doctor and getting into a
good school, being on top of my game in class was important as well.
Briarcrest Academy was one of the top-rated private schools in the country,
making expectations here high.
Just like every
eighteen-year-old kid out there, I had stresses.
But I did have more
than the average. I had a sick mom.
But those thoughts
faded when I looked back at the window and watched the girl run and then leap
in the air, her body doing some kind of crazy in-the-air-leg-split-thing. Damn. She’d gotten at
least four feet off the ground.
Then, after landing
on her feet light as a feather, she danced away from my view. I waited for
her to come back, wanting to check out her toned muscles again, especially
her tight ass. And then I randomly wondered if her tits were small. Weren’t
all dancers? Yeah. But still, she looked—
“Pay attention,
Hudson!” Coach Howe yelled at me.
Fuck. Caught.
I automatically
stiffened and tightened my defensive stance, running my eyes across the
offensive line, waiting for the play. But the quarterback was pussy-footing
around still undecided if they were gonna run or pass. Whatever. Matt the
Quarterback was a complete jack ass. I ate guys like him for lunch which
wasn’t hard when you’re tall and fast like me.
I got bored.
Out of my
peripheral vision, I caught a flash of pink dashing past the window.
She was back.
And like I was
addicted to her, my eyes drifted to the building again, one part baffled by
the fascination, the other part wanting to get another glimpse of her long
legs. As I watched, she adjusted her ponytail as she laughed up at her ballet
partner—who was a dude. Crazzzy. Yeah, you’d think
he’d be all feminine and shit, but he wasn’t. Nope. Dude looked buff, like he
could bench press a school bus.
Something about the
girl called to me. Yeah, it was probably that short skirt she wore. I
pictured slipping my hand underneath it to her panties. Her core would be
hot, on fire for me, of course, and I’d ease my finger inside her wet—
Bam! I
took a hard hit from Tank Carson, an All District offensive guard I routinely
ran circles around in practice. He might be big, but I was quick and smart
and had more moves than a freaking octopus. So the chance to plant my
distracted ass on the turf was an early Christmas present for him. That's
what I get for letting some piece of ass get in my game, even if it was
practice.
And
so. My unprepared body flew through the air with 290 pounds of Tank on top of
it. My head followed my body and hit the turf, the contact reverberating
inside my helmet and then everything went black…
~ Links to buy ~
The
Keith Milano Memorial Fund was established to help raise awareness about the
devastating and deadly disease that is mental illness. Keith’s spirit and
laughter is kept alive through our efforts to increase awareness about mental
illness and to raise money for education and imperative research. Keith often
struggled with society’s perception of mental illness. Our hope is that
by having the strength to say that Keith was “Bipolar” we can strip away the
stigma and help others to be more open about their disease. www.keithmilano.org
The
Keith Milano Memorial Fund benefits the American Foundation for Suicide
Prevention (AFSP). www.afsp.org
AFSP
is the only national not-for-profit organization exclusively dedicated to
understanding and preventing suicide through research and education, and to
reaching out to people with mood disorders and those affected by suicide.
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(The Briarcrest Academy #2)
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Genre: New Adult
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~ Synopsis ~
Born on the poor side of town…
Ballerina Dovey Beckham is a scholarship student at Briarcrest Academy, determined to prove she’s more than just a girl with the wrong pedigree. She does whatever it takes to succeed in her endgame, even if it means surrendering her body…but never her heart.
Until the day she meets him, and he rips apart all her well-laid plans. Suddenly, the girl everyone thought unbreakable might just shatter.
Born into wealth and privilege…
Cuba “Hollywood” Hudson is rich, spoiled, and a star football player. With his fast cars and superficial girlfriends, he lives the high-life, hiding his secrets from the world.
Until the day he meets her, and she offers him something he’s never tasted…love.
But once in a lifetime kind of love doesn’t come easy. When trust crumbles and doubts creep in, both will have to decide to either love or let go…forever.
Welcome to Briarcrest Academy, where sometimes, only the wicked survive.
Ballerina Dovey Beckham is a scholarship student at Briarcrest Academy, determined to prove she’s more than just a girl with the wrong pedigree. She does whatever it takes to succeed in her endgame, even if it means surrendering her body…but never her heart.
Until the day she meets him, and he rips apart all her well-laid plans. Suddenly, the girl everyone thought unbreakable might just shatter.
Born into wealth and privilege…
Cuba “Hollywood” Hudson is rich, spoiled, and a star football player. With his fast cars and superficial girlfriends, he lives the high-life, hiding his secrets from the world.
Until the day he meets her, and she offers him something he’s never tasted…love.
But once in a lifetime kind of love doesn’t come easy. When trust crumbles and doubts creep in, both will have to decide to either love or let go…forever.
Welcome to Briarcrest Academy, where sometimes, only the wicked survive.
~ Excerpt ~
I got out of the shower and dressed hurriedly, anxious to get back to Cuba.
The door opened, and like he did it
every single day, he stepped inside the steamy bathroom.
“Think I need a shower, too,” he said,
his fingers easing off his football practice shirt.
What? Now?
Trying to play it cool and failing
miserably, I moved my eyes off his naked chest and checked out his track pants
and the obvious bulge he sported.
Oh. Did his lower
body match the rest of him? Was it all sinewy muscle and big?
Just, yeah. That thought got stuck in
my head and went round and round.
“You staying?” he asked, a grin working his
face. Pleased at my open admiration, probably.
“No,” I said, but made no move to go. ‘Cause
I had no shame when it came to catching a glimpse of his muscular body.
“Good,” he said, his smile broadening.
He pivoted to turn on the shower, and
my eyes betrayed me again, admiring the muscles in his back, checking out how
they twitched and rippled when he moved. Football and rowing had been good to
him. My fingers itched to know how they’d feel underneath my hands. Which was
stupid because we had nothing in common. Not a rich Highland Park boy and a
poor girl from Ratcliffe.
And most importantly, he was a player,
not to be trusted.
He hooked his thumbs into his pants, paused
a moment—maybe waiting to see if I’d run from the room?—but when I didn’t budge,
he slid them and his underwear off. My mouth opened. Cuba Hudson, the most
popular guy at Briarcrest was standing right in front of me, naked and
beautiful. And like the cocky bastard he was, he posed for me, his big-ass
biceps and chiseled abs making me vibrate all over. Need for him slammed into
me.
Did I say he was
hot?
Well, I was wrong.
He was off-the-charts, no-holds-barred,
freaking going make-me-lose-my-mind-right-there delicious. The ultimate
man-candy, the kind I knew to stay away from, yet here I was, ogling him.
“Still leaving?” he asked huskily.
“Any minute,” I said in a weak voice,
backing up to the wall and propping myself up. “Just chillin’. Shower wore me
out. I might need to hold this wall up for a sec.”
“I want you to stay,” he said, eyes at
half-mast, glowing with heat.
“Why?” I said, aching to touch him. But
that was crazy. I was a virgin, and I didn’t know jack about touching a guy’s you-know-what.
“Look at me, Dovey.”
I tore my eyes from his manhood,
blushing.
His eyes burned. “There’s a sense of
urgency in my head. Like our time is limited.”
I nodded. Yeah, same here.
“And, I’ll be honest, I don’t want to
rush you, but I’m dying to sink into you. I want to set you on fire with need
for me.” He ghosted his hands over the steel rod between his legs. Once, twice,
and—holy shizzle, he didn’t stop.
My chest rose faster and faster, and I
tried to chill-out, but I couldn’t.
He lowered his voice. “Kiss me again,
Dovey.”
Oh. “That’s a terrible idea, Cuba.
Cause you’re naked, and I’m turned on because you’re naked. And you’re touching
yourself. And you’re naked.” I sucked
in a sharp breath. “Not a good combo. Odds are we’ll end up in that shower
together or back in your bed doing the double-backed monster.”
“Then join me in the shower. I’ll be
good. For you.” He arched his back, his hands still doing that back and forth
that was driving me insane.
Liar, liar,
pants on fire,
I thought. No way he would he be good.
Because he was the Heartbreaker of
Briarcrest Academy. And one wicked boy.
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~ About the Author ~
Ilsa
Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes
you just want to slap. She spends her days with two small kids, a neurotic cat,
and her Viking husband. She collects magnets and rarely cooks except to bake
her own pretzels. When she’s not
typing away at a story, you can find her drinking too much Diet Coke, jamming
out to Pink, or checking on her carefully maintained chocolate stash. She loves to hear from fans and fellow authors.
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