Something sinister lurks! Pitch Dark - from the twisted minds of A.M. Wilson & Alex Grayson - is coming SO soon!
Something sinister lurks! Pitch Dark - from the twisted minds of A.M. Wilson & Alex Grayson - is coming SO soon! Genre: Dark Romance Release Date: September 15, 2017
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BLURB: One girl disappeared. After fifteen years, her cold lifeless body was found on the damp forest floor. Not an inch of her was unmarked by the horrors she endured. Alone, malnourished, abused in horrific ways; this was how she died. One girl was found walking the streets, covered in dirt and scars. She had no memory of who she was, where she came from, or what happened to her. Even though the marks on her body attested to years of heinous abuse, her strength shone through at every turn. Revenge and justice were sworn. Years of searching brought up nothing but dead ends. Detective Niko James was too late to save his childhood friend, but he vows not to let down another. The clock is ticking and the trail is pitch dark. About A.M. and Alex: Avid readers and writers of suspenseful romances, both A.M. and Alex enjoy torturing their readers with twisted tales and crazy dark scenarios. Find A.M. Online: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2g6LuIJ BookBub: http://bit.ly/2vorgvI Facebook: http://bit.ly/2wE8uES Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2wnERI8 Twitter: http://bit.ly/2w3dqRk Website: https://amwilson.net Find Alex Online:Amazon: http://amzn.to/2tQYRC8 BookBub: http://bit.ly/2upSbrK Facebook: http://bit.ly/2qs61qF Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2rHxjxL Twitter: http://bit.ly/2qXlMsZ Website: http://www.alexgraysonbooks.com
Author: Dahlia Donovan
Title: The Royal Marine
Series: The Sin Bin, Book 4
Genre: Gay Romance
Release Date: October 14, 2017
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
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Hamish Ross came through his military service scarred but breathing. Instead of a quiet retirement, he starts a risk assessment business in Cardiff with an old Navy SEAL friend. He has everything life could possibly offer post retirement—except love.
Akash Robinson moves from Cornwall to Cardiff to open a second bakery, expanding the family business. In his mid-twenties, he’s more than ready to discover exactly who he is and connect with a man who could quite possibly steal his heart.
Can the Royal Marine and the baker come through life-threatening events to find love together when the dust and drama finally settles?
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Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games.
Title: Meet Me in Room 108
Author: Nikki Sparxx
Release Date: September 8th, 2017
Bachelor millionaire Braden Thomas never thought one little business card would change his life.
The Platinum. One night will make your dreams come true. Meet Me in Room 108. Midnight. Anything goes. XOXO Sabrina 314-447-9865
The mysterious invitation is too hard for Braden to resist. Once he steps through the doors, he's thrust into a world he never knew existed; a world of sex, secrets, and intrigue beyond his wildest dreams.
Sabrina is a whore for hire, forced to have sex with anyone who pays the price for Room 108. None of her clients gave her a second glance ... until Braden.
The more nights Braden and Sabrina spend together, the more he wants. But what he doesn't know is Sabrina's secrets may cost him more than his money can buy.
18+ due to detailed sexual situations and mature themes
I felt Braden’s weight as he collapsed next to me on the bed. I languidly opened my eyes and gazed at the sight before me – Braden’s naked body, immaculate and slick with sweat: his chest heaving with ragged breaths from fucking me senseless. He was the most spectacular thing I’d ever seen.
He turned his head toward me and smiled. “Was it worth the wait, princess?”
“It was more than worth the wait,” I giggled, still high on my climax.
Braden chuckled huskily, “I’m glad that I exceeded your expectations.”
Our eyes met as our laughter subsided. A small smile stayed on Braden’s lips as he brushed his knuckles down my cheek. “You were everything I thought you’d be and more, baby.”
My cheeks flushed with heat and my stomach somersaulted.
Don’t fall for this man. He is a client, nothing more.
Lover of angst, drama, and happily ever afters, Nikki Sparxx is the bestselling author of The Scar Series, and The Elemental Prophecy Series. When she’s not writing, Nikki enjoys reading, play Texas Hold ‘Em poker, and spending time with her real life book boyfriend, Landon.
Title: Beyond Reckless
Series: Lost Kings MC
Author: Autumn Jones Lake
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 18, 2017
Photographer: Meagan Harding
Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs
Makeup/SPFX Artist: Liv Zak
Cover Model: Jaxon Human
Blood doesn’t make you family, loyalty does.
Marcel “Teller” Whelan, Treasurer of the Lost Kings MC, has always been two things—honest and responsible. At ten years old, he was already taking care of his baby sister. At eighteen, he patched into the Lost Kings MC and took a major role in shaping the club’s future.
Three years ago, he thought he’d met the perfect woman, only to have her reject everything he is—a Lost King.
One bullet is a lifetime supply.
Now, after an accident that left a girl dead and Teller almost crippled, he’s struggling through the darkest time in his life. His niece, sister, and Lost Kings MC family are the only things holding him together, but his reckless actions are bound to drive everyone away.
Then, in the most unlikely place, he crosses paths with her again. The woman he once thought might be his perfect match.
Love soothes our inner demons.
Sparks fly for both of them. She’s the ride-or-die woman he needs, able to calm his many demons and bring the light back into his life. But she has a secret—one that forces him to lie to his brothers.
In chaos we trust.
When Teller’s brothers find out who he’s falling in love with, it will create a storm of chaos for the Lost Kings MC. But if there’s one thing Teller’s turbulent life has taught him, it’s that sometimes love is worth the chaos.
Beyond Reckless is the 8th book in the popular Lost Kings MC series, but can be read as a standalone.
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Teller’s girl is a secret for now, so this is a short, edited excerpt. The primal need to protect my little sister at all costs kicked in.
My vision blurred around the edges. Absolute fury at the thought of this woman fucking with my life because she had some stupid notion about who I was.
I leaned over her and she arched her body to keep her face away from mine, thrusting her breasts up. The position made me want to slide my hands under her skirt, yank her underwear around her ankles and hate-fuck her against her car. In broad daylight, where everyone in the area could watch the filthy biker claim her body.
Because in that moment I really fucking hated her for what she was forcing me to do.
“I’m all my sister has.” Each word slid out low and laced with enough menace to drain the color from her cheeks. “If you make trouble for us, you will regret it.”
Afraid or not, she had enough moxie to glare back. “You’re threatening me while trying to convince me you’re not a criminal? Seriously?”
I pulled back a few inches. “It’s not a threat.”
Her lower lip trembled and I felt lower than scum, but this wasn’t about me and it was too important to be distracted now.
Anyway, she’s the one who pushed me to this.
“It’s…there’s nothing I can do,” she finally said.
“That’s right. Forget about us.”
Her bright blue eyes snapped with anger. “Fuck you,” she spat.
“Would’ve been happy to, darlin’.” I slipped the keys out of her hand and opened her car door. She avoided looking at me as she slid into the seat without our bodies touching.
She held out her hand for the keys, but I kept them just out of reach for an extra few seconds. “What are you going to do?”
The glare she sent me could’ve melted ice. “Nothing, Marcel. I won’t do a damn thing.”
She flipped me off.
I tossed the keys in her lap and walked away.
Fate gave them love… then tore them apart.
The descendant of two almighty Gods and a Guardian of Earth, Eirykr “Rykr” is born of immense power. Yet, no amount of strength or skill can save him from the curse that tore him away from his first and only love. Turned into a shadowy assassin, he wields the demons bound to his soul with the ruthlessness of a blade. For nearly a decade, he’s searched for the key to free himself, all the while watching over and dangerously craving the beautiful mate who believes she’s driven him away.
Lucy is a born protector, a trait of her Guardian lineage. When her greatest gift was torn from her, leaving a gaping hole in her soul, she refuses to allow a young Rykr, her known mate, to suffer the same dire consequences. Her fear forces her to make a haunting decision and with a grave threat, she crushes him, demanding they part for a decade. Yet, as the years pass she can feel him watching her from the shadows, conjuring wild fantasies that make her ache for him to finally end their torment.
As time ticks toward the decade mark, dark forces rush to descend. Will Rykr’s secret and relentless need to protect Lucy condemn them to a hopeless destiny of constant craving? Or will Lucy bind them for all eternity, no matter the violent threat to her very soul?
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An avid reader her entire life, her love of romance started at a far too early age with the bodice rippers she stole from her older sister. Along with reading, she loves animals, brunch dates, coffee that is really more French vanilla creamer, questionable reality television, English murder mysteries, and has dreams of traveling the world.
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Once upon a time, I thought love was a fairytale.
My prince was a Beast with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. My family offered to save me. The only price: leaving the tattered pieces of my heart behind.
Our love was irrational. Cruel. Unforgiving. Nothing like the storybooks said it should be—but it was perfect.
The longer we were apart, the more I lost myself. He was vicious and domineering, but I craved the submission. Together we were destructive, but I was addicted to the devastation. Still, I thought titles mattered. To my family I was princess, and to the Beast I was slave. I was too naïve to understand that even though he’d been my captor, he’d broken the shackles on my soul.
Once upon a time, I thought love meant happily ever after.
Now I know better.
Oh God. Oh no. What have I done?
My heart was in my throat as I hurriedly tried to wipe blood from my hands. The harder I tried to clean them, the more dirt and blood smeared the skin. With a shaky breath, I looked beyond the small copse of trees that shrouded me to the reason my palms were stained red, the reason I’d killed someone. Pacing back and forth, talking on a phone, his features blurred from the distance. Every few moments he paused and stared into the trees.
I sucked in a sharp breath—it was like he could see me even though I was cloaked in darkness. My hands stilled and I stopped trying to clean, paralyzed by his stare piercing the shadows. In the month since I’d escaped, the stubble on his jaw had grown to a beard. It made him wilder, more Beastly.
“What have I done?” I whispered, breaking the spell and putting my head in my hands. An instant later, I tore them away. The blood was like maple syrup against my cheeks. I quickly jumped up and moved as far away from the body as I could, resting against a thin tree. Anteros resumed pacing, though occasionally he looked back and I each time had me swallowing what felt like golf balls.
There was just one building around for miles and only the anemic glow of one faraway street lamp cast light on the empty lot. Windowless with one door, it looked like some kind of abandoned concrete factory, but inside all kinds of debauchery went on. It was a club owned by the Beast, but not like the one he’d taken me to, not mainstream. This was underground, a place for the dark and dirty.
A walkie-talkie blared static, angry, white noise next to the body and even knowing I should leave, knowing my minutes were numbered, I couldn’t. This was the closest I’d gotten to Anteros since I’d escaped. It had been so long since we’d been in the same vicinity that I’d nearly forgotten the carnal pull, the tug, the yearning. How I was utterly powerless, even before he spoke.
The first day I’d searched for him I went back to the penthouse and sat outside, hidden, waiting for him to come out. I did that for a week before I realized he didn’t live there anymore. I should have given up.
Instead I became obsessed.
A dark part of me hoped he couldn’t go back to the penthouse, the same way I couldn’t stop looking for him until I found him.
As I watched Anteros, I tried to ignore the throbbing between my thighs that matched the heartbeat thrumming in my ears. Leather pants curved around thick, muscular thighs. Weapons glimmered in the night and a muscle shirt dirtied with blood captivated me, glued me to the spot. It all somehow enhanced Anteros, made him sexier, more dangerous. I hadn’t thought it possible for him to be more dangerous.
I was transfixed by the way Anteros was only in a tank despite the bitter air, lingering on how his skin rolled with his muscles. Involuntarily, my tongue darted out to wet my lips. The Beast had always been lethal, but now…he was mythic.
I was so engrossed watching him I didn’t realize I was fingering the diamond rose pendant he gave me. I should have thrown it away the moment I was free. I thought about it. I thought about it every day for almost two weeks, but could never do it. Now the diamond was getting bloody as I rubbed it.
Bloody because I killed someone.
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. But then, I’d never really considered how it would happen. I’d just listened to the need tugging at my gut, the one that threatened to rip me apart if I didn’t follow. And when I’d finally found Anteros, someone had found me first. It was instinct. One minute there, the next gone.
I killed Big O.
It all happened so fast. I’d been in the trees, staring at the lone door, and then out of nowhere hands were around my neck. Before he could yell for help, my knife was in his side and blood ran down my palm, my wrist. It was so bright, but dark too. Like summer cherries. I could have left Big O. I could have run and he would have been alive and I wouldn’t have been a killer. I hadn’t even planned on using my knife; the only reason I kept it was because Anteros’s dried blood was still on the blade.
I could have left.
But a rush of adrenaline, like fire in my chest and buzzing, crackling electricity in my veins, had filled me when the blade broke his skin. So I slid the knife into Big O again. And again.
What does that say about me?
The weight of the memory was too much so I fell to the ground, hand scratching against the bark of the tree as I descended. I wasn’t about to throw Big O a funeral, but I was a good girl. I returned my library books. I was a good girl.
Anteros stopped talking on his phone and stared into the trees again, one hand clasped behind his neck pensively, bicep bulging. Even yards away, his gaze stripped me of my clothes. Just when I was certain he could see me, he looked down and pulled his cell back out. Long, tan fingers slid across the glass surface.
That thing happened—that uniquely Anteros thing—where my body got viciously warm and even in the winter I thought I would boil alive. His fingers had been one of the first things I noticed about him. Elegant. Rough. Dichotomous—like him. I couldn’t help but remember how they had curled inside me. A slight breeze tickled what little skin I had showing on the cold night and I rubbed my neck. When I brought my hand back, blood streaked the palm. My eyes flashed to Big O and I swallowed a rock.
I’m so fucking fucked up.
Snapping twigs echoed around me and I quickly got to my feet, eyes going to the patio—empty, only yellow light to make the cement glow. Hair flew into my face as the breeze kicked up and I quickly wiped it away as my hand went to my blade.
By the trees, where the street lamp couldn’t reach and the moon’s light was suffocated. At first, it was nothing more than a shadow, but my heartbeat stuttered and my breathing ratcheted. I wondered if he could sense me all the way by the door the way I felt him now. The air vibrated when we were in the same vicinity, like being too close to speakers at a concert.
I should have run away, but I was prisoner to my needs and only he held the key to set me free.
“Come out,” I said, voice shaking. I’d just killed someone but simply the phantom of the man had me trembling.
Anteros emerged, form made monstrous by the night, and I sucked in a breath that got lost in my lungs. His eyes gleamed, the same bluegreen that had haunted my dreams, except here it was real. Our eyes locked and for a brief moment, I felt him—felt everything. It was like quitting a drug and jumping back in at the full dosage; heady, unstable, dangerous. I had the urge to get on my knees. To beg for forgiveness for leaving him.
His gaze flicked to the dead, exsanguinated body of Big O. Surprise flashed in his bluegreen depths and vanished just as quickly to be replaced with something else: satisfaction. I wanted to tell him he had it all wrong—I didn’t plan this—but his red lips curved in a cruelly sensual way and when his eyes flashed back to mine, they were hard and merciless, making my core ache and weep.
I remembered reading about the prediction of a great earthquake that was going to shake California. It hadn’t happened yet, but everyone kept waiting for it. That was what I saw in his eyes: a cocksureness at my return, smug even as the earth shook beneath us.
Anteros walked over the stained red concrete, mouth twisting up in a deadly grin as he reached me. My heart thumped so fast, so heavy, I wondered if it would bruise my ribcage. The smell of pine in the air was suddenly too thick. The night too dark. The ground too wet. I couldn’t breathe. If I touched him, I was fucked. But as our stares collided, I realized I would never escape him, could never escape him, because my heart beat inside his chest.
I closed the distance, reaching for him.
Still with a wicked grin, Anteros reached for the pendant and lifted it from my neck. His touch was cataclysmic, the heat of his fingers at my collarbone tearing through me. My breath was sporadic, staccato, leaving my parted lips in short gasps.
“You’ve made me wait,” he said, gripping the silver chain of the necklace. “You’ll pay for that.”
Mary Catherine Gebhard bites off more than she can chew. She's lived in Salt Lake City, Utah her entire life but occasionally goes on vacation from reality. Don't worry, she sends postcards.
Long for Me by Stacey Lynn Publisher: Carina Press Release Date: September 4th, 2017
My boss already controls my days; do I want to give him my nights, as well?
I’ve seen what happens when you give everything to a man. That's not what I want. I won't have my heart crushed in anyone's fist.
Then he changed everything.
Him. Bennett Ashby. My boss.
Seeing him at Luminous, dressed in leather pants and wielding a whip...
Do I crave this?
My mind says no, but my body is starting to have very different ideas.
I knew Rebecca Morales would be the perfect assistant. That's why I hired her.
I didn't know that working with her every day would lead to temptation—to own her, to possess her.
When she walked into Luminous, I knew I was screwed. Dipping your pen in the company ink is never smart, but we both agreed what happens at the club stays there.
One night and then it's back to business tomorrow.
Except I don't want just one night with Rebecca. I want them all.
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Excerpt:“You look beautiful. For reference, though, when I have my subs kneel, they do it naked and with their knees further apart so I can see their pussy whenever I want.” She jerked in response and I settled my hand on top of her head, not pushing, just holding her steady. “And before you say anything,” I said, dropping my voice. “You’ve pleased me Rebecca. For your sake, I’ll go slow tonight. I’m simply letting you know my preference. But you’ve done well. Thank you for not safe wording.” She shivered, goose bumps popped on her arms and I resisted the urge to dig my fingers into her scalp. For someone so hesitant, she was awfully turned on. “Tell me, Rebecca.” I massaged her scalp to calm her. And to touch her. Damn I wanted my hands on her ass. “When you’re like this at my feet, kneeling, how do you feel?” “Not as uncomfortable as I thought, Mr. Ashby, but still weird.” “And if I tell you that you here, at my feet, waiting to please me makes me hard as cement, how does that make you feel?” “Jesus,” she whispered. “I don’t know.” “Sure you do. Tell me. Are you wet? Are you thinking about how turned on I am by this?” Her throaty, raw and breathless voice cracked. “Yes. Yes, I’m wet, sir.” Sir. Holy shit. Never had that one simple word done so much to me. It slammed into my chest and my fingers dug into her hair like I’d been trying to resist. Hell. This woman. “Good girl. Thank you for your honesty. Are you ready to continue?” “Can I ask—” “We’ll do whatever I say. That’s what will happen next.” She shuddered as she breathed heavily, blowing it out through her parted lips. I wanted them wrapped around my dick, my shaft lodged deep in her throat as I shot down deep inside of her. She was undoing me more than any woman I’d met and we hadn’t even done anything yet. What the hell had I gotten myself into with her? “I’m ready, sir.” Yes. Music to my ears. “I want you to look at me, and tell me what you want tonight.” She hesitated, but lifted her head. As she did, I dropped my hand from her head to the side of her neck. I wanted to be touching her, wanted her to feel me at every moment of the night. My hands or my body would be touching her in some way, shape, or form until I left. Which hopefully wouldn’t happen for hours yet. Heat seared into my chest as she lifted her amber-brown eyes to mine. Something like being branded with an iron, I assumed. It took everything in me not to jerk back, not to show her how much her innocence affected me. Or the blush on her cheeks. Or the glint in her eyes. She was scared, but curious too, and she was curious about something more than just submitting. She wanted something. “What would you like, sub?” Nothing like washing away the blush with the reminder of her place. I’d revel in it later. When she was screaming my name with my fingers bringing her off, again and again and again. “I’m having a hard time believing I actually get to choose.” I could have teased her, lightened the mood so she was fully comfortable, but I didn’t. It was much more fun to keep her guessing. “If you can’t tell me what you want, I’ll decide for you, you know.” She glanced at the floor, lips twitching. “Figured that,” she muttered. She lifted her head again, and gave me that burning sensation in my chest. Perhaps I needed a doctor. A heart specialist. “I’d like a spanking, sir.” Not what I was expecting. Hold her hands while I fucked her, yes. Eat her out, yes. She went right for the gusto. Awesome. Because I couldn’t wait. “Very well.” I showed no emotion, but I couldn’t stop watching her fight a grin. If she thought she was winning, she’d learn the truth soon. “Stand and strip. Then show me where your room is.”
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Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.
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Title: One Call (Hogan Brotherâs Book #3)
Author: KL Donn
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Sheâs sheltered. Heâs steadfast.
Sage Marlowe was born with grace and care.
Loving her religion and understanding her place in the compound was drilled into her from the moment she could walk. Never leaving until she was a teen, she had no clue of the outside world.
She didnât understand that she had choices, or could have opinions. She didnât know she could have freedom.
Meeting a man that called to her heart changed her submission. Gave her a reason to fight for desires she didnât even understand.
Forced to make a choice, the foundation on which her beliefs are based are rocked to the core and she knows her entire world will never be the same again.
Forbidden love is elusive as Edenâs garden.
Lochlan Hogan is the youngest of three brothers.
Quiet, loyal, fierce, Loch knows nothing about love and passion until she steps through the doors of his shop.
She walks in beauty and grace. Ash blonde hair, crystal blue eyes. The girl with no name calls to his soul in every way.
Sheâs shrouded in mystery and elegance. He wants her something fierce.
His obsession with her forces him to do things he wouldnât normally. Following her back to her home, heâs shocked to find that her beliefs are dipped in sin and shrouded with lies.
Together they make the call to forge together as one, but will her family let her go when sheâs already made her vows?
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I'm a Canadian girl through and through, I love the mountains, yet I hate the snow. The summer here gets HAWT and I wish it was year round.
Some of my favorite things are cookie dough ice cream from Marble Slab, every Die Hard movie made, and crime drama shows on TV.
I swear like a sailor, don't do frilly girly things. BUT I love when my husband treats me like a queen.
I take photos for fun, and write to breathe. I love to be as creative as I can, when I can.
These are some of my favorite things about me. Do you wanna know the best part of me?
My mom and Grandma have supported me through every bad decision, and cheated on the good ones. They're strong woman who I look up to!
My husband, Steven, Scuba Steve, we've been together since I was 17, had our first baby, Savannah, when I was 18, and were married when I was 19. 3 boys, Chase Liam & JD, and 12 years later our family is complete.
Without their constant support (And sometimes badgering) I don't think I would be the woman I am today.
Get ready for the darker and dirtier side of New Orleans with a brand new alpha romance from USA Today bestselling author Meghan March. New Orleans belongs to me. You don’t know my name, but I control everything you see—and all the things you don’t. My reach knows no bounds, and my demands are always met. I didn’t need to loan money to a failing family distillery, but it amuses me to have them in my debt. To have her in my debt. She doesn’t know she caught my attention. She should’ve been more careful. I’m going to own her. Consume her. Maybe even keep her. It’s time to collect what I’m owed. Keira Kilgore, you’re now the property of Lachlan Mount. *Ruthless King is book one of the Mount Trilogy* ADD TO GOODREADS
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Title: I Want
Series: Enamorado #2
Author: Ella Fox
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Sommer Stein, Perfect Pear Creative
Cover Photo: Wander Aguiar
Release Date: August 30, 2017
Billionaire businessman Alejandro Cruz detests the dating process and is perfectly content to stay single. But that all changes the moment the quirky house sitter from next door falls into his arms, and his immediate instinct is to hold on tight and never let go. California girl Kaya Porter has a "just say no" approach to dating. No matter how sexy and irresistible Alejandro is, she vows not to fall for him. Alejandro has other plans. This sexy Spaniard knows what he wants, and there's nothing he won't do to make Kaya realize that they belong together. Will Alejandro get the girl or will he be left wanting more than Kaya is willing to give?
I Want is book two of the Enamorado (In Love) series. Each book will feature one of the Cruz brothers and can be read as a standalone.
Ella Fox is the USA Today Bestselling Author of The Hart Family Series, Consequences of Deception, The Catch Series and The Renegade Series. When sheâs not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country. Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicuresâ¦ not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh. Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.