Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt ~ Spider by Ilsa Madden-Mills


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, is available NOW!

Title: Spider Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills 
Publication Date: November 13th, 2017

Book Description:

"She crossed my path and changed my whole direction."

He calls himself Spider. 

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

I didn’t know who he really was…British rock star…my stepbrother. 

He kissed me because he thought we’d never see each other again. We would. 

Everyone warned me about him. 

They told me he was ruthless and cold 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 up a fortress to keep him out. 

But I crumbled instead.

They say an unbreakable thread connects those who are destined to meet. 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…


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Our Review:

Reviewed by Donna ~ 4 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***

“I left you to let you breathe.”

I love Ilsa Madden-Mills's writing an I always know I’m going to get an addictive and heart-warming read and Spider was no different. This book was all about fate, a second chance romance with a little stepbrother thrown in that will have you experiencing the warm and fuzzies but not before you get put through the wringer first. First appearances can be deceptive, you can hide behind invisible walls that you erect, but underneath, the heart will always shine through and this book was full of it.

“Is this what love songs are written about? I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to beat my hands on the ground. I want to throw up. I realize that people always leave, even the ones you love the most. They weasel into your life and then slink away as if nothing happened. They leave in you in the wake of their destruction and gamble your heart to pursue their own ambitions. I know what I have to do. I’ll never let him near my heart again.”

Rose hadn’t had the best start in life. Aged eleven she ran away from her trailer and her poor excuse of a mother in fear of her life. In just a nightie she battled the elements, until a teenaged boy came to her rescue and gave her money for food, even though he seemed to be far from trust-worthy. Fast forward to the present and Rose is about to visit her adopted mum and her new husband. Boarding a plane, it seems fate is playing with her again as the tattooed, teenaged boy that once saved her, is sitting right next to her and their worlds collide once again…and he is all man.

Spider is a musician, who gave up the life his father wanted him to have to live the life he dreamed of. He was incredibly rebellious and wasn’t the son his father wanted. His father was embarrassed by his antics, but underneath that bad boy persona was a man with a heart of gold. Sitting next to the intriguing young woman on the plane he has no idea their paths had once crossed. He comes to her aide in her time of need as he makes her forget her fear of flying. These two talk, they laugh, they joke, easy conversation and they share a kiss and then they go their separate ways, but are they destined to meet again?

“You scared of me, Rose?”
“I’m scared you’ll rip my heart out.”
… “I probably will.”

This book was all about love, a love that was frowned upon by others but meant the world to the two-people enveloped in its fierceness. It was all about sacrifice, showing people that you can change given the right incentive and also that the heart wants who the heart wants, no matter the obstacles. This was one of those books that has you frantically turning the pages in hope that the characters get the happy ever after they deserve, it doesn’t come easy. The curveballs keep coming, but I was always hoping that love won in the end. Great story from Ilsa Madden-Mills.



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.”

About the Author: 

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She's addicted to dystopian books and all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), 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 paints old furniture.

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