Is Jack my real Romeo…or will this gorgeous football player only break my heart?
Not My Romeo, the all-new swoon-worthy contemporary sports romance with heart and heat from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is available now!
We start off with a lie on Valentine’s Day.
My blind date isn’t the studious guy I expected: he’s a drop-dead gorgeous player with sinful amber eyes. Somehow we end up at his penthouse. I blame the gin and tonic.
The next day I learn he’s Jack Hawke—bad-boy professional quarterback with a murky past. The NDA he has me sign should be a warning that he isn’t a regular person. Please. I sign it Juliet Capulet, so goodbye, famous football player with abs of steel, and good luck tracking down this small-town librarian.
But Jack keeps showing up in places I least expect him. Just when I’m sure he’s gone, he waltzes into my community theater and wins the part of Romeo to my Juliet. How’s a plain, mostly innocent girl like me supposed to resist a man like him?
Is Jack my real Romeo…or will this gorgeous football player only break my heart?
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Excerpt:
I pull my white cat-eye glasses out of my purse and slide them on for a better look. My heart flip-flops as butterflies take flight in my stomach. Oh heck no. That can’t be him. He’s . . . he’s . . . freaking gorgeous, and I don’t mean regular handsome but like a movie star: dark hair swept off his face, the strands wavy and unruly with copper highlights, soft and silky brushing against his cheeks, and too long for a newscaster, in my opinion—but what do I know? I don’t own a television.
He lifts his arm to shove his hair back, and my eyes pop at the tightly roped muscles of his forearm and biceps straining through the fabric, the impossibly broad shoulders.
Well, would you look at that.
And this has to be him, right?
I’m in the right restaurant. He’s alone. He’s wearing a blue shirt. He has dark hair. Odds point to yes. Usually the most simple explanation is exactly what it appears. Therefore, he must be my date.
The man in question turns to look out the window, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently, and I take in his profile. Long straight nose, full dark arching eyebrows, and a sharp, bladed jawline. Sensuous lips, the lower one decadently full. Almost wicked. He’s the kind of hot that draws your eyes over and over just to make sure it’s not a mirage. I knew guys like him at NYU—sexy, athletic gym types who played a sport. And those types never gave me a second look. I’d watch them work out while I fumbled my way around one of those god-awful butterfly machines, while beautiful, tall, svelte girls who weren’t sweating fawned over them, bringing them towels, water bottles, and sexy promises.
He takes a sip of an amber liquid, long tanned fingers grasping the fragile container as his eyes rove across the room. They prowl around the restaurant, as if he’s assessing every person in sight, and I feel the sizzle of him even from twenty feet away. Prickles of awareness skate down my spine. I’m the alpha, his body language yells. Come and challenge me.
His gaze drifts right over me without stopping.
Not surprised.
I duck back into the shadows.
Dang it. My hands clench. I wanted nice and nerdy, not this . . . sexy beast!
And judging by the scowl on his face, he’s grumpy. Life’s too short to be dour, Mister. And what is he annoyed about? I am here!
And he did see a picture of me. Topher said so.
Yeah, maybe he doesn’t really want to meet you.
Maybe he’s hoping you won’t show up.
I tap my foot. I should leave. Really.
The smells of Milano’s waft around me, spicy and tantalizing, and my stomach lets out an angry howl. I move from one foot to the next. Every place to eat between here and Daisy is going to be packed. I could always hit a drive-through on the way back home—but how pathetic is a Big Mac and fries on Valentine’s Day? Plus, I’ll have my entire nosy family to answer to tomorrow. They’ve built up this blind date so much: Oooooh, Elena has a date with a weatherman. Ask him if that’s a barometer in his pocket or if he’s just glad to see you.
I give myself a mental pep talk.
Grow some balls, Elena.
Sometimes you have to go out and take what you want.
So what if he’s hot enough to suck the dew off a rose.
You are hungry. Do it for the pasta.
He is your date. Go get ’em, girl.
I gather my resolve, point my little black pumps in his direction, and start marching.
About Ilsa Madden-Mills
Wall Street Journal, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is best known for her angsty new adult romances and romantic comedies.
Eight of her eleven novels have placed in the Amazon Top 10 Best-seller List: Dirty English #1; Fake Fiancée and I Dare You #2; I Bet You, Filthy English, and Very Bad Things #6; Boyfriend Bargain #8; The Last Guy, her collaboration with Tia Louise, #4.
A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice, and of course, Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.
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Sexy as sin reformed bad boy professional football player meets sassy and fierce librarian in this star crossed romance! What’s not to love!!!
About Not My Romeo:
Not My Romeo is a sweet and sassy standalone about a professional football player trying to revise and renew his reputation, catching the eye of a librarian trying desperately to stand out from the crowd and achieve her dreams in the fashion industry as a lingerie stylist.
All Elena wants is to get through this Valentine’s day blind date with her stomach full and her best friend off her back. When she gets to the restaurant she spots the blue shirt and the dark hair, her friend happened to leave out the sexy as sin appeal this man has going on… He’s way too good looking to be the weatherman her best friend set her up with… could the odds truly be in her favor this time?
Jack has the world on his shoulders all thanks to his ex-girlfriend and her faux tell all novel she released. So imagine his surprise when the vision of his teenage fantasy’s comes up to his table and sits down. Imagine his surprise when she orders food and wine, imagine his surprise when she asks him about the weather…..
The saying goes, all’s fair in love and war, and that’s exactly what is approaching when Elena wakes up the morning after and discovers her blind date isn’t who he claimed to be and her custom hand-sewn priceless panties are missing….
My Thoughts:
Ilsa Madden-Mills is still a fairly new to me author. In fact, Not My Romeo, is book number 5 marked off my tbr list. I can honestly say, every damn time I dive into a novel written by Ilsa Madden-Mills, I find myself getting lost in her words. Her words easily paint a vivid picture in my mind. Her books are a great escape from the hardships that come with the real world.
The premise of this novel is dangerously appetizing! A librarian and the bad boy football player…. SIGN ME UP!!! I knew right away, after reading the synopsis, I needed to have this book in my hands and I needed it now!
I loved the hell out of this couple. Everything from their opposites attract vibe to their personalities matched perfectly. I haven’t read a novel where the love interests are so in-tune with one another in a long time! Elena and Jack will go down in my reading history as one of my favorite book couples.
Jack’s personality is guarded, but once you dig beneath the surface, and he lets his guard down, this man is as goofy as they come… What also surprised me was the fact that he’s got a bit of a shy streak. One of my favorite moments was watching Jack slowly lower his guard for Elena. He let her see the man he is. He let her see the real Jack that he kept under lock and key.
Elena comes off as a good girl at the beginning of the novel…. But good lord did she ever surprise me. This tiger definitely has a wild streak when need be. My most favorite moment with her was watching her slowly weave her way beneath the surface of Jack’s wall. I also loved her sassy attitude and her independence.
Overall, Not My Romeo surprised the hell out of me. I expected to like this book, but I walked away loving the hell out of it and adding Jack and Elena to my ten favorites of 2020 list! My heart felt light and happy throughout this book. It was fun and, at times, a bit angsty. Bottom line is, everything I love about reading romance is woven in the pages of this novel! Definitely worthy of the 1 click!!!
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This is easily one of my favorites from her.
I agree! If I wasn’t a fan before, which I was, I’m definitely a fan of hers now!