From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills comes a new standalone romance about a flawed hero and the woman he can’t forget.

Spider, a sexy and forbidden new standalone, is LIVE!


Title: Spider

Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills

Publication Date: November 13th, 2017

He calls himself Spider.

I just know him as the sinfully gorgeous guy with eyes of fire that fate places next to me on the airplane.

I didn’t who he really was . . . future rock star . . . my stepbrother.

He kissed me because he thought he’d never see me again. He would.

Everyone warned me about him.

They told me he was careless and ruthless and screwed up.

They said he’d leave me with a hole in my heart.

Maybe I should have listened.

Maybe I should have built a fortress to keep him out.

But I crumbled instead.

They say an unbreakable thread connects those who are destined to meet. If that’s true, then the moment he sat next to me, we were bound together forever.

He just had to figure it out before it’s too late…

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Like Jane Eyre and Edward Fairfax Rochester in the classic novel Jane Eyre, Rose and Spider in Ilsa Madden-Mills newest release have contrasting personalities as well as differing social backgrounds, which get in the way of their happily ever after…at least at the beginning and throughout the middle of their story.

But given that Spider is a contemporary romance, the darker sides of modern society also stand in Rose and Spider’s way because the path that Spider is on when fate brings them together is self-destructive and self-loathing because his need for drugs, booze, and sex to chase everything else away overpowers his connection and need for someone like Rose…someone who gets him on almost every level and understands how one’s past can control one’s present/future.

In a span of a decade, Ilsa Madden-Mills takes readers through the ups and downs of loving a man who doesn’t love himself and the push and pull between two people who seem to be kindred souls but can’t quite make it work because there always seems to be someone or something in the way of their happiness. Both Spider and Rose make choices that change their lives in significant ways, but while Rose’s path seems to be about finding happiness despite everything she’s been through, Spider’s choices revolve around making his mind numb and his heart void of any warmth because he can’t trust anyone to stay nor is he willing to suffocate the one girl who kind quite possibly free him from the darkness because he’s not ready to face his demons and he’s the only one who can battle them back and set himself free.

‘Every day is a second chance, son. All you have to do is take it.’

Spider can accept these words, but until he’s ready to deliver on that promise, it’s better if he stays away from Rose and the life she created without him. But Fate can be a tad bit fickle when it comes to bringing two people together who were meant to be one from the start, so while there were missed opportunities and heartbreak caused, it’s up to chance as well as free will to set things right again, but the only way that Spider can undo what he’s done is if he finds a way to let go of his past…let go of his destructive activities and prove, once and for all, that what was between him and Rose from the beginning is all he’s ever wanted regardless of his actions illustrating otherwise.

Ever since meeting Spider in Sebastian Tate’s book, I NEEDED his story…I wanted to understand the reasons behind his snark and the giant size chip he seemed to have on his shoulder, but what I craved more than anything was insight into his past…a clear view of what forced him to become the manwhore, drug addict he does and then what helps him to clean up his act and find a way to make things right with the people he hurt the most.

I’m not sure if I had a different idea in my head as to what I thought Spider’s story would be, but while I enjoyed reading it, I did feel like it was missing the backstory information that I needed to get a clear perception of both Spider and Rose. Things fast forward rather quickly in the storyline, which means that sometimes I didn’t have a clear view of everything that happened and what it meant for the main characters as well as those around them before I was moved forward and asked to understand situations that took place behind the scenes and without much of a discussion in the text itself.

I desperately wanted to see Spider and Rose together, but I also wanted to experience the things they did and the ways they grew while they were apart, especially the two years just before Spider goes after Rose to reclaim her once and for all. I wanted these two characters to be larger than life…to be as dynamic as possible because with everything they both have been through, they deserved to have as much happiness and love as they could handle, and while in the end, Fate reunites them and works its magic, making it right for both Spider and Rose to finally get their happily ever after when most of their life was anything but pleasant.

I adore the way that Ilsa Madden-Mills uses components of classic literary works and gives them a contemporary outlet to recreate some of the magic that occurred all those years ago. Jane and Rochester’s relationship and issues aptly fit all that Spider and Rose go through in this modern take on Jane Eyre and while I wanted a bit more character development and back story, Madden-Mills’ writing as well as her sexy broken alpha males never fail to entertain or endear, which is what I always want to experience when I sit down to read a story.

4 Poison Apples



How can one human man be so hot? Spider sits on my toilet, shirtless, while I dab at his swollen eye. I’m doing my best to keep my eyes averted from the ink on his body, the way his tattoos swirl underneath his jeans, the way his chest is carved from stone.

Of course, I’m the stupid person who suggested he remove his shirt so I could see if he has any bruising on his chest. A cracked or broken rib can cause a lot of pain, and I want to be thorough, that’s all—I swear to baby Jesus.

He grinned at my request and whipped it off—which is the reason I’m now a mess.

There’s hardly any room to breathe with him in my small bathroom.
I wipe at the spot of blood on his cheek as he watches me stoically, never taking his eyes off me, tracking my every movement.

“This will look worse tomorrow,” I murmur, just to ease the tension. I stand between his spread legs, acutely aware of his fresh scent, his pure magnetism. My hands shake and I have to focus to push an image of me straddling him, both of us naked, out of my head. I want to run my tongue over the tattoo on his neck. I want to bite him like an animal while he—

Good grief, Rose, stop the fantasy!

“You’d make a good nurse,” he says softly, his long black lashes fluttering softly against his chiseled cheekbones.

“Doctor of Psychology,” I correct him.

“Your dream?”

“Yes.” Although right now I’m dreaming of him…
“I know that feeling. That’s how music is to me.” His golden-brown eyes watch me as I reach over to the medicine cabinet for more antiseptic and antibacterial cream, my chest perilously close to his face. I swear my nipples are reaching for him.

“Why psychology?”

I nod, pretending like I’m not all discombobulated. “My granny mainly. She loved to read people—literally. She ran a little palm-reading business out of her home before she died. All the old ladies of the neighborhood would come to see her. She’d make them coffee and they’d just…talk. She’d tell them what they needed to hear while I sat on the floor next to her and listened. There wasn’t any magic involved of course.” I laugh. “But…she was incredibly intuitive. She just got people. If someone twitched or looked left or right while they were talking, she’d have a reason for it and she’d tell me all about it after they left.”

“I think I would have loved your granny.” He curls an arm around me, tugging me close until my chest is a hair’s breadth away from his face. I recall our epic kiss on the plane. I feel the pressure of his taut thighs and my breath quickens as desire unfurls inside me.

A hum warms my blood. I want him—desperately.

And it’s entirely foolish.

He’s my stepbrother.

He doesn’t call girls back.

“Why does it seem like I’ve known you forever?” I ask, feeling myself gravitating closer.

He thinks about it, pushing a piece of hair out of my eyes. Cupping my nape, he pulls me in tighter until our noses meet. The back of his hand caresses my cheek and the heat from his touch burns, yet there’s a tautness in the roped muscles of his arms, as if he’s holding himself in check.

“Because I am you,” he says softly. “We’re so much alike, it’s staggering.” He pauses and stares deep into my eyes.

I nod. I can’t think. He’s so close to me, his eyes burning into mine.
He closes his eyes and exhales. “I want you, Rose. You’re intoxicating.”

I suck in a sharp breath, our lips inches apart.

Is he going to kiss me? I want him to.

His eyes open after the silence has gone on too long, a smirk forming around his mouth. “You scared of me, Rose?”


“I’m scared you’ll rip my heart out.”

He stares at the LOST tattoo on his hand. “I probably will.”

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She’s addicted to dystopian books and all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she’s a Gemini), and tattoos.

She has a degree in English and a Master’s in Education.

When she’s not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets and paints old furniture.

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