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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