Tuesday, August 27, 2013

                                             Vary Bad Things Buzz

Title: Vary Bad Things (#1 Briarcrest Academy)
Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills
Release date: September 10
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Book Description:

Born into a life of privilege and secrets, Nora Blakely has everything any nineteen-year-old girl could desire. She's an accomplished pianist, a Texas beauty queen, and on her way to Princeton after high school. She's perfect...

Leaving behind her million dollar mansion and Jimmy Choos, She becomes a girl hell-bent on pushing the limits with alcohol, drugs, and meaningless sex. Them she meets her soulmate. But he doesn't want her.

 When it comes to girls, twenty-five-year old Leo Tate has one rule: never fall in love. His gym and his brother are all he cares about...until he meets Nora. He resists the pull of their attraction, hung up on their age difference.

As they struggle to stay away from each other, secrets will be revealed, tempers will flare, and hearts will be broken.

Welcome to Briarcrest Academy...where sometimes, the best things in life are
Vary Bad Things.

                                                                    About the Author

Ilsa Madden-Mills wrote her first work at the age of twelve when she penned a little ditty adout a handsome prince who had no sense. Since then, she's always written, whether it was for work or fun. When she was young, she entered every short story and poetry contest around; when she was in college, she wrote for the university paper; when she taught English, she wrote a play along with a wonderful group of drama students.

Vary Bad Things is her first full-length novel and part of a new series called Briarcrest Academy.

She graduated summa cum laude with a master's in English from an esteemed university in the South where she now resides. She spends her days with two small kids, a neurotic cat, and her Viking husband. 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 avid readers. Check her out on Facebook or her author website.

Web Links:
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7059622.Ilsa Madden Mills

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/authorilsamaddenmills

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ilsamaddenmills

Author Website: http://www.ilsamaddenmills.com/

Book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ue0eLwXXpdc


I received a copy of this book for a review and I can honestly say that I enjoyed it. This book will have your emotions going all over the place. One minute I'm laughing, and the next I don't know if I'm going to cry are what. In this book Nora's so called mother is mentally abusive her whole life. She sends her to fat camp when she is younger and is always telling her she's fat, not good enough, and when Nora finally gets the courage to tell her why she's doing the things she's doing, her mom tells her she's lying. In all I don't like the mother one bit, but Nora did have me laughing at her first bad thing she does for her list. Only because I knew who the item she has chosen to vandalize belongs to and that person is Leo who is mad as hell when he catch's her. I'm giving this book a five star review for a deeply emotional read.

                                                                    Nora and Leo Meet
"Drop the paint and turn around slowly with your hands in the air." The loud command was said with a deep voice. "I've got a gun, so move nice and slow."

I bent over and placed the can on the pavement. I started to turn when-"I said put your hands in the air!" he yelled.
I yanked my hands up and eased around to face the owner of the voice.
He was about ten feet away from me, standing six feet and then some. He was missing a shirt but wearing a pair of black athletic shorts and flip-flops. Judging by his disheveled dirty blond hair and bloodthirsty eyes, I'd have to guess this might be the owner of the Escalade.

And I'd just woken him up.
He came closer to me, and my eyes were immediately drawn to his green-and-blue dragon tattoo. Like a giant snake, the scaled body of the dragon wrapped around his forearm and bicep with the neck coming down from his shoulder and the head resting on his broad chest. Red flames pour from its mouth, between laser sharp teeth.

This guy looked medieval.
So, I squinted and pictured him as a rugged Viking, wearing a horned helmet and gripping a spear instead of a gun. Maybe holding a shield instead of his flashlight and definitely wearing some of those laced-up leather boots. The word berserker (from round two of the famous spelling bee) came to mind, and I rolled the syllables around my tongue. . .ber-serk-er.
Yep, that was him alright: one pissed off Norse warrior.
I grinned at my amazing analogy because, well, I'd had too much to drink.
"You think this is funny, son?" he snapped.
I shook my head, suddenly aware that some guy was pointing a gun at me.
And he thought I was a boy.