**Buzz Event** Very Bad Things ~ Ilsa Madden-Mills

Very Bad Things

Ilsa Madden-Mills

Synopsis~

Born into a life of privilege and secrets, Nora Blakely has everything any nineteen-year-old girl could desire. She’s an accomplished pianist, a Texas beauty queen, and on her way to Princeton after high school. She’s perfect…

Leaving behind her million dollar mansion and Jimmy Choos, she becomes a girl hell-bent on pushing the limits with alcohol, drugs, and meaningless sex.

Then she meets her soulmate. But he doesn’t want her.

When it comes to girls, twenty-five-year old Leo Tate has one rule: never fall in love. His gym and his brother are all he cares about…until he meets Nora. He resists the pull of their attraction, hung up on their six year age difference.

As they struggle to stay away from each other, secrets will be revealed, tempers will flare, and hearts will be broken.

Welcome to Briarcrest Academy…where sometimes, the best things in life are

Very Bad Things.

Amy's Thoughts~ 

When I read a book to write a review. I always read the story from beginning to end. I may highlight a passage or 2 that speaks to me to use later, but I always wait for the whole experience before writing. It's just my thing. With Very Bad Things, I made it about 40% in before I HAD to stop and start writing things down. My heart pounding out of my chest as I read each paid. My God! My heart weeps for Nora. To always be second choice to everyone in her life, to be so in love with a man who doesn't love her back. She's broken on a level that breaks me. 

Nora is a lost soul. In the past she's always been perfect. Allowing her mother to dress her up like a doll. Perfect. Perfect manners, Perfect student, Perfect words. Never being allowed to be herself. She. Has. Had. Enough. At her breaking point, Nora breaks the mold that her mother has created for her. And now... she lives the life she choses. To hell with the rest of them. 

Leo Tate. While his demons are different than Nora's they are demons nonetheless. He's a successful, sexy man will an iron will. Stubborn as a mule. There's so many BBFs that Leo Tate replaces (imho). He tries. Oh how he tries to stay away from Nora. Knowing that he isn't good enough for her. He doesn't want to hurt her. But jealousy is an ugly ugly thing.

How this book moved me. Read it. Go get it as soon as it's live. such an amazing, amazing story. Ilsa Madden-Mills killed it here. I will not be surprised when it hits Best Seller status. Yea. It's THAT damn good. 

About the Author~

Ilsa Madden-Mills wrote her first work at the age of twelve when she penned a little ditty about a handsome prince who had no sense. Since then, she’s always written, whether it was for work or fun. When she was young, she entered every short story and poetry contest around; when she was in college, she wrote for the university paper; when she taught English, she wrote a play along with a wonderful group of drama students.

Very Bad Things is her first full-length novel and part of a new series called Briarcrest Academy.

She graduated summa cum laude with a master’s in English from an esteemed university in the South where she now resides. She spends her days with two small kids, a neurotic cat, and her Viking husband. 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 avid readers. Check her out on Facebook or her author website.

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Excerpt~

 “I got one last request, and I’ll never ask again,” Leo said.

“What?” I croaked out.

He set his books on a shelf and then took mine and set them beside his. He tugged me to him until our chests were touching.

“What are you doing?” I mumbled in confusion.

He put his hands on either side of my face and slid them into my hair, letting out a breath as if in relief. “Just saying goodbye, Nora.”

“You’re going to kiss me?” I asked, tears pricking my eyes at the sadness in his face.

“Please, just this last time, Buttercup,” he said.

And with that one word, I was his.

He lowered his head, his gaze holding me captive. When our lips touched, his heated eyes stayed open and mine did, too. My mouth melted into his, moaning as his hot tongue explored the details of my tongue, my teeth, my lips. We started slow but it escalated rapidly, the passion between us burning higher and higher. He owned me with his mouth, and I was lost.

I palmed his ass, grinding myself against him. He hissed at the increased pressure and pushed me back against the sturdy bookshelf, positioning me so his hips fit into my pelvis. I lifted one of my legs, and he caught it and wrapped it around him.

“Say my name,” he muttered gruffly as I sucked hard at his neck. He grunted, and I dug my nails into his back as I kissed my way around his collarbone, sucking another spot.

“Say it, Nora.”

“Leo, Leo, Leo,” I pleaded, arching my back and pushing into him.

He shuddered. “Fucking love that,” he whispered.

He placed his lips back on mine, dominating my mouth, like a man starved. All I could think about was him, him, him . . . his lips, his tongue, his taste, his butterscotch smell. I wanted all of him, and I’d never have him, and that thought made me frantic. I gripped him tighter, pushed my nails deeper, and kissed him harder.

I never wanted to say goodbye.