Not My Romeo - Ilsa Madden
Updated: Aug 22
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?
𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗶𝗻 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱!
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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
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
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.
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
I can’t believe this has been my first book by Ilsa and will not be my last! I enjoyed this so much!
Jack is the superstar quarterback for his team in Tennessee and Elena is the librarian in a small town near Nashville.
They meet by chance and the introduction is too funny to be true.
Jack has finally met someone who seems to be original, sincere, and possibly trustworthy but jack has so many trust issues that he may ruin what he has with Elena.
Elena has fallen head over heels for Jack, not her typical go-to guy but none the less she goes for it. Deep down it’s all too good to be true and she knows Jack will eventually break her heart but maybe just this one time she gets to keep the guy.
Jack is so swooning, broken with extreme commitment issues and have a good reason why. You just want to reach into the book and give him some love.
The chemistry between these two is sizzling 🔥. A very enjoyable read!
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.
She's addicted to frothy coffee beverages, cheesy magnets, and any book featuring
unicorns and sword-wielding females. Feel free to stalk her online.
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