Thursday 16 November 2017

✪ SPIDER ✪ Ilsa Madden-Mills ✪ #BlogTour #Excerpt ✪

© Bianca   Janeane

• 13 November 2017
• Rockstar-Stepbrother Romance
• Cover Model: Amadeo Leandro

4.75 Stars
From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills comes a new standalone romance about a flawed hero and the woman he can’t forget.
Spider, a sexy and forbidden new standalone, arrives November 13th!

“Just one kiss from a stranger.
That’s all it takes to steal my heart.”

He calls himself Spider.

I just know him as the sinfully gorgeous guy with eyes of fire that fate places next to me on the airplane.

I didn’t know who he
 really wasBritish bad boyfuture rock starmy savior. 

He kissed me because he thought he’d never see me again.
He would.

Everyone warned me about him.
They told me he was careless and ruthless and screwed up.
They said he’d leave me with a hole in my heart.

Maybe I should have listened.
Maybe I should have built a fortress to keep him out.
But I crumbled instead.

They say an invisible thread connects those that are destined to meet. It may tangle or stretch, but it can never be broken. If that’s true, then the moment he sat next to me, we were bound together forever.

He just had to figure it out before it’s too late

**This is a full length, standalone angsty novel
 loosely based on a super short Ilsa wrote in 2013. 


I'm a notoriously slow writer, but this is my seventh stand-alone book, and it's taken me THREE years to get his story right...and I can't wait to share him with you.

IMPORTANT: If you've read that short story, don't expect a perfect continuation of that storyline.

What you can be sure of is a story about how fate binds us all together. How there's an invisible thread that connects us to the ones we love no matter the distance.

Expect #epiclove.

Rose had a pretty shitty life growing up. One night, when she was 11, it's so bad at home, she runs away ... and finds ... him. The nice, beautiful, tattooed, teenaged boy who talks kindly to her, gives her some money for food. Tells her to call him if it ever gets really bad at home again.
Her savior.
When she's 17, on her way back home to her adopted mom and her new hubby, she meets him again on the plane. Spider. Only, they don't recognize each other. There's this huge attraction on both sides.
But suddenly things are way more complicated - turns out they're step-siblings! And everybody is warning her away from him - even Spider himself.

What will happen to Rose & Spider?
Will there be a HEA??

I adored this book!

First of all - the cover! I LOVE IT!
And then the blurb? Rockstar and stepbrother? YES!!!!!

Both Rose and Spider are such broken people. They've been through so much in their young lives.
They would be so perfect for each other.
But of course Rose is only 17 and there's much more healing to be done - seperately - before we can ride off into our happily ever after sunset!
But the reader has an amazing time reading about that journey!
I loved every second of it!

SPIDER was such an adorable and emotional young adult / new adult romance!
I might want to see it on netflix or passionflix ASAP!!!!☺

If I had to find something I didn't love-love? Nothing major - I might have wanted a bit more sexiness and a bit more rockstarness. This tiny little spark that would've made this an amazingly epic love story - that was missing a bit for me. Maybe another 50 pages with just something a little ... more or different.
BUT, I really loved it the way it was!

SPIDER was such an adorable love story! So full of love, loss, grief, addiction, rockstars, artists, psychologists, parents, stepsiblings, friends, gay bff, horrible private school bi*ches - so many  things in this one book - it would make an amazing netflix show!!! ☺
Run to your nearest amazon for your own SPIDER - this one is MINE!

ARC received for an honest review

Ilsa Madden-Mills ~ you had me at rock star.

I was not sure what to expect with Spider, but whatever expectations I did kind of have you blew them out of the water.

Neither Rose nor Spider's lives have been easy, and really, the are perfect for each other.  But of course we know that it is not going to be all hearts and flowers with this pair.

And boy oh boy, were the emotions flowing as I read (I know, I can get really sappy sometimes when I am reading, but this one kinda crushed me).

I wanted to love Spider all the time, but he frustrated me so much at times that I wanted to throw my Kindle at his head.  However then he would do something amazing - again - and my heart would flip right back to loving him.

Rose, well I freaking adored her from the first minute to the last.  She is strong and feisty and vulnerable all wrapped up in one amazing young woman.

There is plenty of tension and build up in their friendship, and you just know that things are going to full of fireworks.

I laughed, I cried, I screamed at my Kindle, all the while anxiously turning the page to find out what happens next.

Can't wait to see what Ms Mills brings us next.


How can one human man be so hot?

Spider sits on my toilet, shirtless, while I dab at his swollen eye. I’m doing my best to keep my eyes averted from the ink on his body, the way his tattoos swirl underneath his jeans, the way his chest is carved from stone.

Of course, I’m the stupid person who suggested he remove his shirt so I could see if he has any bruising on his chest. A cracked or broken rib can cause a lot of pain, and I want to be thorough, that’s all—I swear to baby Jesus.

He grinned at my request and whipped it off—which is the reason I’m now a mess.

There’s hardly any room to breathe with him in my small bathroom.
I wipe at the spot of blood on his cheek as he watches me stoically, never taking his eyes off me, tracking my every movement.

“This will look worse tomorrow,” I murmur, just to ease the tension. I stand between his spread legs, acutely aware of his fresh scent, his pure magnetism. My hands shake and I have to focus to push an image of me straddling him, both of us naked, out of my head. I want to run my tongue over the tattoo on his neck. I want to bite him like an animal while he—

Good grief, Rose, stop the fantasy!

“You’d make a good nurse,” he says softly, his long black lashes fluttering softly against his chiseled cheekbones.

“Doctor of Psychology,” I correct him.

“Your dream?”

“Yes.” Although right now I’m dreaming of him…
“I know that feeling. That’s how music is to me.” His golden-brown eyes watch me as I reach over to the medicine cabinet for more antiseptic and antibacterial cream, my chest perilously close to his face. I swear my nipples are reaching for him.

“Why psychology?”

I nod, pretending like I’m not all discombobulated. “My granny mainly. She loved to read people—literally. She ran a little palm-reading business out of her home before she died. All the old ladies of the neighborhood would come to see her. She’d make them coffee and they’d just…talk. She’d tell them what they needed to hear while I sat on the floor next to her and listened. There wasn’t any magic involved of course.” I laugh. “But…she was incredibly intuitive. She just got people. If someone twitched or looked left or right while they were talking, she’d have a reason for it and she’d tell me all about it after they left.”

“I think I would have loved your granny.” He curls an arm around me, tugging me close until my chest is a hair’s breadth away from his face. I recall our epic kiss on the plane. I feel the pressure of his taut thighs and my breath quickens as desire unfurls inside me.

A hum warms my blood. I want him—desperately.

And it’s entirely foolish.

He’s my stepbrother.

He doesn’t call girls back.

“Why does it seem like I’ve known you forever?” I ask, feeling myself gravitating closer.

He thinks about it, pushing a piece of hair out of my eyes. Cupping my nape, he pulls me in tighter until our noses meet. The back of his hand caresses my cheek and the heat from his touch burns, yet there’s a tautness in the roped muscles of his arms, as if he’s holding himself in check.

“Because I am you,” he says softly. “We’re so much alike, it’s staggering.” He pauses and stares deep into my eyes.

I nod. I can’t think. He’s so close to me, his eyes burning into mine.
He closes his eyes and exhales. “I want you, Rose. You’re intoxicating.”

I suck in a sharp breath, our lips inches apart.

Is he going to kiss me? I want him to.

His eyes open after the silence has gone on too long, a smirk forming around his mouth. “You scared of me, Rose?”


“I’m scared you’ll rip my heart out.”

He stares at the LOST tattoo on his hand. “I probably will.”

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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 females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Ian Somerhalder, 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 fuzzy pajamas.