Because Ilsa Madden-Mills
fell in love with her beautifully flawed characters in Very
Wicked Things,
she penned Very
Wicked Beginnings
as a prequel novella to the book, featuring the story of football
star Cuba Hudson and ballerina Dovey Beckham.
Since May is 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
Title: Very Wicked Beginnings
Series: Briarcrest Academy #1.5, a
prequel novella to Very Wicked Things
Release: Both books will release on
May 13th!
Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills
Cover: Photography by
Toski Covey
Graphics: Sommer Stein
at Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Model: Tanner Belcher
~ Book
Description for prequel Very
Wicked Beginnings ~
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.
~ Very
Wicked Beginnings ~
Excerpt
from 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…
~ Charity Information ~
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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~ Author
Bio ~
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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