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Listen Up Little Flowers...
Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills brings you a
brand-new heartfelt, sexy contemporary romance with I DARE YOU is LIVE!
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Bad Ass Athlete:I dare you to…
Delaney Shaw:Who is this?
The late night text is random, but "Bad Ass Athlete" sure seems to know who she is…
Delaney Shaw.
Good girl.
Lover of fluffy kitties and Star Wars.
Curious.
His dare? Spend one night in his bed—a night he promises will be unforgettable—and
she can solve the mystery of who he is.
She knows she shouldn't, but what else is she going to do with her boring Valentine's
Day?
One sexy hook-up later, her mind is blown and the secret's out.
Maverick Monroe.
Bad boy.
The most talented football player in the country.
Just ask him.
Too bad for him Delaney's sworn off dating athletes forever after her last heartbreak.
But Maverick wants more than one night and refuses to give up on winning Delaney’s
heart. She isn’t one to be fazed by a set of broad shoulders.
After the semester ends, will the bad boy land the nerd girl or will the secrets they keep
from each other separate them forever?
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Prologue
Freshman year
Delaney
Welcome to Magnolia, Mississippi, where locusts are as big as your hand and iced tea comes
with a double helping of sugar.
It’s also home to the best damn annual bonfire party at prestigious Waylon University, which is
currently happening right now in the middle of a cotton field.
But…
I shouldn’t even be at this party.
It’s mostly for Greeks and jocks and popular people, yet here I am, a mere freshman, hanging out
with my bubbly redheaded roommate, Skye.
“See?” she says as we take in the bonfire. “Isn’t this better than watching cat videos on a
Saturday night? What do you want to do first?”
I sigh, feeling nervous. Ever since I moved here from North Carolina, I’ve been pushing myself
to try new things. Might as well put a crazy college party on that list. “Let’s get a drink.”
She claps and excitedly replies, “Done. Alcohol at two o’clock.” We weave through the crowd,
headed in that direction, and eventually we reach the bar, which is really just a long collapsible
table someone set up. On top are various bottles of alcohol, and I grab the Fireball to pour shots.
I’ve just tossed mine back and set down my cup when a prickling sensation washes over me,
giving me goose bumps.
My gaze moves across the crowd, stopping on a tall guy with dark blond hair, broad shoulders,
and a cocky smile. Aha. He’s been staring at me, and now that he’s caught, he raises his glass as
a half-grin crosses his face.
I blush wildly as I adjust my black cat-eye glasses. I’m not used to such blatant male attention.
Skye—who’s followed the trajectory of my gaze—spits out part of her drink. “Oh my God, do
you know who that is?”
“Obviously I should,” I say dryly.
Her mouth flops open. “You really need to get out more.”
My eyes drift back to him but keep moving as if I’m not staring. “So who is Mr. Hottie McParty
Pants?”
“If you don’t know him, you don’t deserve to know. But, he’s H-O-T—like Chris Hemsworth
hot. I dare you to flirt with him.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me, knowing full well that for
some reason, I can’t resist a dare. Normally rather reserved, a dare gives me permission to be
someone I’m not.
So does Fireball. I sling back another shot.
“I’ll bring you a donut every day for a week if you flirt with him,” she adds, watching me.
My ears perk up. “The ones with edible glitter?”
She nods, and I toss a quick glance back to him. Our eyes collide again, and a zing of connection
fires between us. He has a strong, handsome face and a stance that has masculine written all over
it. A smile tips up his full sensuous lips, and—
Two brunettes—twins, no less—approach him, one on either side, and wrap their arms around
his waist. He smiles down at them. Oh. Well then.
I turn back to Skye and frown. “Player. Not interested.”
She waves her hands in my face. “He likes you—I saw it on his face.”
I snort. “Probably gas pains. Your dare is not accepted.”
We hear our names being called from the other side of the party and turn to take in the helmet-
haired Martha approaching us, which is taking some time due to the fact that she’s wearing
stilettos and a slinky halter dress. She carefully picks her way through the crowd, nudging people
out of her way—sometimes rudely—as she focuses on us. Great.
“Incoming mean girl,” I mutter under my breath.
Like us, Martha Burrows is a freshman and lives on our floor. Rather full of herself, she
announced within a week of meeting us that she’d no longer answer to anything but Muffin, a
nickname she’d given herself.
She eyes us both, a look of superiority on her pretty face. “I didn’t know you two were invited to
this little shindig. Obviously, I know all the right people, so I’m always invited.” Her gaze zeroes
in on my outfit and she rears back. “What on earth are you wearing, Nerd Girl?”
“Clothes.” I stiffen at her name for me as I tug on my fitted Star Wars shirt and the pleated red
miniskirt I made from a man’s shirt. My long pale blonde hair is up in curled pigtails, and I went
a bit heavy-handed with the shimmery eye shadow and red lipstick. It’s not your typical look for
WU—which is anything monogrammed—but I’m learning to ignore the raised eyebrows.
Skye, the peacemaker among us three, clears her throat and nods her head at the guy who’s been
staring. “Delaney has an admirer, but she doesn’t know who he is.”
Martha-Muffin follows Skye’s gaze, eyeballing the mystery man over my shoulder. She gives
me an exasperated look. “That’s Maverick Monroe, you idiot. He’s the biggest football star in
Mississippi and the freshman recruit of the year. Word is, though, girls like you aren’t his
type—not at all.” Her hand flicks a stiff honey-colored curl over her shoulder.
My teeth grind together. “Martha, if you think I care what you think about me and whether or not
a quasi-famous football player is interested in me, then you are confused.”
Her lips tighten. “It’s Muffin now, and why do you have to use such big words? What does quasi
even mean?” is her cutting reply.
Skye’s eyes get as big as saucers, and I assume it’s because Martha-Muffin and I are about to
finally have it out. I can’t stand her, and she can’t stand me. We just…clash.
But that isn’t what has Skye in such a titter.
She points over my shoulder, and I get it.
It’s the person standing behind me, the one I can’t see. I feel a nervous sneeze coming on
and—thank God—I somehow push it down.
A husky voice reaches my ears. “Quasi means seemingly or supposedly. What she means is I’m
probably not a famous football player but rather one that’s been highly touted but is without
merit.”
Oh, shit. The voice is rich and smooth with just enough southern drawl to make a girl swoon. He
also sounds halfway intelligent.
I turn around slowly. Mr. Tall, Blond, and Football is right in front of me wearing a cocky smile.
How in the hell did he get over here so fast?
You know that moment when everything stops and the next breath you take is the first one of the
rest of your life? That’s what it feels like as Maverick Monroe stares at me with his piercing blue
eyes.
I glance down and take in the sculpted chest and hard biceps.
I look back up and see a chiseled jawline that’s defined and lined with a slight scruff. I see the
thin pink scar that slices through his left eyebrow, and it does nothing to detract from his appeal.
He’s perfection.
He’s air.
Which I desperately need right now, because I can’t breathe.
He smirks, as if reading my mind, and I scramble to pull myself together. Someone calls his
name—it’s a girl’s voice, probably one of those twins—but he doesn’t budge.
His eyes rove over my skirt, glasses, and lips. “The question is…do you even know what makes
a good football player?”
“Nice hands?”
His lips twitch. “Hardly.”
“A tight end?” I smirk, feeling sassy…which is weird. I don’t know who I am right now, but it’s
like my mouth has a life of its own, saying things I normally wouldn’t.
Martha-Muffin chokes on her drink at my remark and Skye watches me with glee, clearly excited
that I have the attention of someone who is apparently very important at Waylon.
I put my hand on my hip. “The question is…why do I need to know?”
“You don’t. All you need to know is I’m the best.”
I suck in a little breath at his arrogance.
A guy walks past us and claps him on the shoulder. “Badass game last week, Mav. Rock on.”
“Thanks, man.” Maverick acknowledges the compliment and lifts his chin, his eyes never
straying from mine.
“What position do you play?” I ask. “Quarterback?”
He smirks. “Middle linebacker—defense.”
“Sounds fancy.”
He laughs.
Skye, who’s been eavesdropping unabashedly, sighs with a dreamy expression on her face. “His
stats are the best in the country.” She clears her throat. “I-I only know that because my brother is
a huge fan, I swear.”
“Hi, Maverick,” Martha-Muffin says as she edges closer to him, nudging me out of the way with
her sharp shoulders. “Remember me?”
He focuses on her. “No.”
She glowers. “I was in your dorm room with your roommate last week. You said hello to me.”
He shrugs. “A lot of girls come through. I can’t remember them all.”
Oh. My. God. He is arrogant, but I like how he just shut her down.
Martha-Muffin’s face reddens and she mutters something under her breath, flips around, and
flounces off. Good riddance.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Skye is drifting away too, giving me a thumbs-up.
Whatever. I am not going to flirt with this guy…am I?
He’s definitely got something about him, something that makes my body buzz. I tilt my chin up,
taking in how tall he is. He has to be at least six-four.
His gaze drifts over my face. “You know there’s a legend here at Waylon about our famous
bonfire party?”
“Oh?”
He smiles, a flash of white on his handsome face. “Legend says the first person you kiss at the
party is the one you’ll never forget. It might be years later, and still their face is the one you
dream about.”
“Sounds like hocus-pocus.”
He lifts that mesmerizing left eyebrow. “I like to believe in legends—after all, I am one.”
I smirk. “Probably a game made up by some frat-boy-slash-jock wanting to kiss all the girls.”
He pauses for a moment as if thinking, and then he steps in closer, so close that I can see the
varying shades of blue around his pupils. “May I?”
My heart does somersaults.
“May you what?” I ask, my voice low, but I know what he wants. My body is already leaning
toward him, wanting it too.
“This.” He kisses me, an almost imperceptible touch as he brushes his full lips against mine. The
contact of our mouths is electric, sparks of fire skating along my skin.
As if from a distance, I hear someone calling his name. It’s a female, and she’s pissed.
It’s one of the twins probably.
And I’m jealous.
But, I don’t look. We pull away, and I stare at him as he stares right back. A stillness settles over
the party, although I don’t think anything’s actually changed. The music is still playing. People
are still talking. Beers are being passed around.
Yet…
We’re connected.
Two stars in the black velvet sky.
Two ships passing in the night.
Oh, fuck, stop the nonsense, I tell myself.
“What was that?” I ask, my voice breathless.
“That’s your first kiss of the bonfire. Now you’ll never forget me.”
And then, before I can think of a reply, he’s gone.
I watch him go back to the twins, frustration coiling inside of me as I exhale.
It would be two years before I kissed him again.
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Welcome to the world of Ilsa Madden-Mills, I Dare You is the latest book in the authors catalogue and soooooooo enjoyable, I just couldn’t put the book down. Telling the story of the shy Delaney as she falls for her very own Baddass athlete Maverick and the trials they endure whilst falling in love.There’s a legend at Waylon about the Bonfire Party and it goes a little like this the first person you kiss there you will never forget and that’s certainly the case for Waylon’s star linebacker. 2 years on he’s never forgot the freshman girl he spotted at the party and kissed even if she has...... or has she?
Catching her boyfriend of 2 years cheating means Delaney has sworn of men forever, the only thing she needs a man for is Dance class. When a random guy texts her having seen her poster she never dreams it could be the athlete that stole her heart at the Bonfire party. With a series of getting to know you texts between her random texted and Maverick stepping up and daring her in class Delaney’s heart is split between her 2 beaus or is it? For me I dare you was a 5 star read it had cute characters and an engaging plot I just didn’t want to put the book down 5 stars all round for this campus romance.
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Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-
Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want
to slap. She's best known for her angsty, heartfelt new adult college romances.
A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr.
Darcy is her ultimate hero.
She's also addicted to frothy coffee beverages, Vampire Dairies, and any kind of book
featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females.
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