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


Series: Briarcrest Academy #1.5, a prequel novella to Very Wicked Things

Release: May 13th

Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills

Cover: Photography by

Toski Covey

Graphics: Sommer

Stein at Perfect Pear Creative Covers

Model: Tanner Belcher






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.












 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.


Add Very Wicked

Beginnings to your Goodreads:




Very Wicked Things 


Academy #2):





 Ballerina Dovey

Beckham is a scholarship student at Briarcrest Academy, determined to prove

she’s more than just a girl with the wrong pedigree. She does whatever it takes

to succeed in her endgame, even if it means surrendering her body but never her


Until the day she meets him, and he rips apart

all her well-laid plans. Suddenly, the girl everyone thought unbreakable might

just shatter.

Cuba “Hollywood” Hudson is rich, spoiled, and a

star football player. With his fast cars and superficial girlfriends, he lives

the high-life, hiding his secrets from the world.

Until the day he meets her, and she offers him

something he’s never tasted…love.

But once in a lifetime kind of love doesn’t come

easy…especially when dirty money, past sins, and old flames threaten the very

fabric of their lives.


Welcome to Briarcrest Academy, where sometimes,

only the wicked survive.






for Very Wicked Things


#2 of the Briarcrest Academy Series


Ilsa Madden-Mills


I got out of the shower

and dressed hurriedly, anxious to get back to Cuba.

The door opened, and

like he did it every single day, he stepped inside the steamy bathroom.

“Think I need a shower,

too,” he said, his fingers easing off his football practice shirt.



Trying to play it cool

and failing miserably, I moved my eyes off his naked chest and checked out his

track pants and the obvious bulge he sported.


Did his lower body match the rest of him? Was it all sinewy muscle and big?

Just, yeah. That

thought got stuck in my head and went round and round.

 “You staying?” he asked, a grin working his

face. Pleased at my open admiration, probably.

“No,” I said, but made

no move to go. ‘Cause I had no shame when it came to catching a glimpse of his

muscular body.

“Good,” he said, his

smile broadening.

He pivoted to turn on

the shower, and my eyes betrayed me again, admiring the muscles in his back,

checking out how they twitched and rippled when he moved. Football and rowing

had been good to him. My fingers itched to know how they’d feel underneath my

hands. Which was stupid because we had nothing in common. Not a rich Highland

Park boy and a poor girl from Ratcliffe.


most importantly,

he was a player, not to be trusted.

He hooked his thumbs

into his pants, paused a moment—maybe waiting to see if I’d run from the room?—but

when I didn’t budge, he slid them and his underwear off. My mouth opened. Cuba

Hudson, the most popular guy at Briarcrest was standing right in front of me,

naked and beautiful. And like the cocky bastard he was, he posed for me, his big-ass

biceps and chiseled abs making me vibrate all over. Need for him slammed into



I say he was hot?

Well, I was wrong.

He was off-the-charts,

no-holds-barred, freaking going make-me-lose-my-mind-right-there delicious. The

ultimate man-candy, the kind I knew to stay away from, yet here I was, ogling


“Still leaving?” he

asked huskily.

“Any minute,” I said in

a weak voice, backing up to the wall and propping myself up. “Just chillin’.

Shower wore me out. I might need to hold this wall up for a sec.”

“I want you to stay,”

he said, eyes at half-mast, glowing with heat.

“Why?” I said, aching

to touch him. But that was crazy. I was a virgin, and I didn’t know jack about

touching a guy’s you-know-what.

“Look at me, Dovey.”

I tore my eyes from his

manhood, blushing.


eyes burned. “There’s

a sense of urgency in my head. Like our time is limited.”

I nodded. Yeah, same


“And, I’ll be honest, I

don’t want to rush you, but I’m dying to sink into you. I want to set you on

fire with need for me.” He ghosted his hands over the steel rod between his

legs. Once, twice, and—holy shizzle, he didn’t stop.

My chest rose faster

and faster, and I tried to chill-out, but I couldn’t.

He lowered his voice. “Kiss

me again, Dovey.”

Oh. “That’s a terrible

idea, Cuba. Cause you’re naked, and I’m turned on because you’re naked. And

you’re touching yourself. And you’re

naked.” I sucked in a sharp breath. “Not a good combo. Odds are we’ll end

up in that shower together or back in your bed doing the double-backed monster.”

“Then join me in the

shower. I’ll be good. For you.” He arched his back, his hands still doing that

back and forth that was driving me insane.


liar, pants on fire, I thought. No way he would he be good.


Because he was the Heartbreaker

of Briarcrest Academy. And one wicked boy.



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Ilsa’s website: http://ilsamaddenmills.com





read the first book Very Bad Things?

It’s on sale for $.99!!















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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