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I Need by Ella Fox
Series: Enamorado Book 3
Author: Ella Fox
Genre: Contemporary (standalone)
Release Date: March 18, 2018
She's single and not ready to mingle.
After the end of a months-long relationship with Mr. All Wrong, Emery Bellerose isn’t looking for love. In fact, it’s the farthest thing from her mind.
With the paparazzi camped outside of her house she has no choice but to stay next door with the new neighbors. That's when Emery meets the man who makes her feel things she never knew she could.
He's alone and wants to keep it that way.
Four years ago Spanish heartthrob Rafael Cruz’s life crashed and burned in a way he's never recovered from. With his ability to trust obliterated he vowed to stay single and unattached forever.
But you know what they say about best-laid plans.
What’s supposed to be an uneventful family vacation in Malibu becomes a game changer thanks to Elvis, the meddling peacock no one realizes is playing matchmaker.
“You’ve already got one peacock, Emery—there is no need for another. What you need is a man.”
The intensity in his gaze heated my blood. I bit my lip as I cocked my head to the side. “Are you applying for the job?” I asked.
“I am,” he said. Sitting up straight, he leaned in closer and slid his hand behind my neck.
There was a rightness to the way he held me, something I’d never known could be felt between two people. His hand cupping the back of my neck gave me all of the feels— as did the sensation of his warm breath against my lips as he hovered above me. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he held still, and I realized he was waiting for me to give him the green light. I nodded once, my stomach fluttering at the relieved smile he gave before he kissed me.
Obviously I’d been kissed before, but when Rafael was the one doing it I realized I’d never been kissed well. I’d never felt more treasured than I did with one of his hands at the back of my neck while the other cupped my cheek. I raised my hands to his shoulders, sliding one around the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss. The first touch of his tongue against mine was electric, so much more than I’d ever known the act of kissing could feel like.
The heat and taste of him was so incredible that I couldn’t contain a moan as his tongue glided against mine. I shifted forward in an effort to be closer to him as my right hand trailed from his shoulder to his abdomen. The fingers on my left hand were busy running through his silky hair and still, I wanted more contact. I tried to get closer but without stopping the kiss, there was no way— and I damn sure wasn’t stopping. Either he sensed my frustration or he felt the same because the next thing I knew he’d dropped his hands to my waist. He lifted me up and into his lap like I weighed nothing, then groaned low in his throat as our upper bodies connected.
Ella Fox is the USA Today Bestselling Author of Consequences of Deception, The Hart Family series & many other sexy and exciting books.
Ella is an avid reader, lover of music and all around goofball. She grew up loving to read. That's not surprising considering the fact that her mom is USA Today Bestselling Author Suzanne Halliday!
In 2016 Ella began publishing insta-love novellas under the pen name Evie Harrison.
Stay up to date with Ella by LIKING her on Facebook- she gives a ton of stuff away that you won't want to miss!
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I Need by Ella Fox
Title: I Need
Series: Enamorado Book 3
Author: Ella Fox
Genre: Contemporary (standalone)
Release Date: March 18, 2018
Cover Design: Sommer Stein of Perfect Pear Creative
Cover Photo: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Thiago Lusardi
She's single and not ready to mingle.
After the end of a months-long relationship with Mr. All Wrong, Emery Bellerose isn’t looking for love. In fact, it’s the farthest thing from her mind.
With the paparazzi camped outside of her house she has no choice but to stay next door with the new neighbors. That's when Emery meets the man who makes her feel things she never knew she could.
He's alone and wants to keep it that way.
Four years ago Spanish heartthrob Rafael Cruz’s life crashed and burned in a way he's never recovered from. With his ability to trust obliterated he vowed to stay single and unattached forever.
But you know what they say about best-laid plans.
What’s supposed to be an uneventful family vacation in Malibu becomes a game changer thanks to Elvis, the meddling peacock no one realizes is playing matchmaker.
Ella Fox is the USA Today Bestselling Author of Consequences of Deception, The Hart Family series & many other sexy and exciting books.
Ella is an avid reader, lover of music and all around goofball. She grew up loving to read. That's not surprising considering the fact that her mom is USA Today Bestselling Author Suzanne Halliday!
In 2016 Ella began publishing insta-love novellas under the pen name Evie Harrison.
Stay up to date with Ella by LIKING her on Facebook- she gives a ton of stuff away that you won't want to miss!
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I Want by Ella Fox
Title: I Want
Series: Enamorado #2
Series: Enamorado #2
Author: Ella Fox
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 8, 2017
Release Date: September 8, 2017
Blurb
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.
Purchase Links
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
Excerpt
“Climb gates around here often?” he asked, no censure in his voice. I realized he spoke English as fluently as he spoke Spanish.
He was clad in navy basketball shorts, a pair of Nike running shoes and he was just sweaty enough for me to realize he’d likely been working out. I swear I was hypnotized by all of his exposed skin, so much so that I could just about remember my own name at that moment. I’d have blamed the fall for my dazed and confused frame of mind but that wasn’t it at all. It was purely because of him—the sexy Spanish-speaking god who’d saved me from certain harm. My eyes trailed along his muscular but lean body hungrily as I catalogued just how ridiculously gorgeous he was. I was hypnotized by his six-pack and the set of V-cut muscles I had an insane urge to trail my fingers over.
I’d have kept right on staring had he not cleared his throat. I cringed as I came back to reality and realized he’d asked a question I hadn’t retained.
“Um, huh?” I asked, perfectly clueless.
“I was asking if you’re a professional gate climber,” he said huskily.
“No, I—”
“She’s really fine after a fall from that height?” the officer asked as he came through the gate.
“She never hit the ground,” my savior said, “since I caught her.”
The cop looked almost as impressed as I felt. I’d have heaped praised onto the stranger who saved me had I not remembered that I needed to be focused on a more pressing concern.
“So now that I’m on this side I really need to get my—”
The officer pinned me with a look that left no doubt that he was in charge. “Miss, please remain silent while I work out what’s going on here.”
I pursed my lips and tried to contain my annoyance. I knew he was just doing his job but all I cared about was finding Elvis.
The officer turned back to the Spanish model—I naturally assumed he modeled because he looked like he belonged in sensual looking black and white ads for men’s cologne. You know the kind of ads I’m talking about, right? There’s always a sexy guy giving you the let’s have all the sex look with a set of eyes that are clearly attempting to hypnotize you into buying something.
He was at least six feet tall and had a head full of thick, dark hair. His face was perfectly proportioned from forehead to chin, and I could find nothing that didn't appear to be symmetrical. He had a ridiculously sexy closely trimmed beard that I wanted to trace with my fingers and his jaw was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I turned crimson when my eyes trailed up and met his and I realized he was observing me—which meant he knew I’d been staring at him. Again.
I bit my lip and tried not to blush as I blinked like an idiot. I was relieved to have a reason to look to the police officer when he cleared his throat to get our attention. “Are you the one who called about the disturbance down the side of the house?” he asked.
I couldn’t resist the urge to let my eyes wander back to the Spanish god. I knew just enough Spanish to determine that if his looks were rated on the salsa scale he’d be called el más caliente.
His eyes were on me as he answered the cop. “My brother called, yes.”
“What’s your name, sir?”
“Alejandro Cruz.”
Even his name was sexy. My skin felt hot and prickly under his gaze. Anxious for a reprieve, I looked back to the officer.
The cop nodded as he took note of it on his pad. “And your brother's name?”
“Rafael Cruz.”
“And you?” the cop asked with a head nod toward me.
“Kaya Porter.”
“Can you spell that?”
“K-a-y-a,” I answered.
“That’s a weird name,” the officer said as he wrote it down.
I wasn't sure if he was being rude or not so I shrugged and said nothing. Alejandro growled something under his breath that I couldn’t understand. A shiver went down my back at the way the words rolled off his tongue. His Spanish accent fascinated me. I’d never been one to care one way or the other about a man’s voice, but his did things to me. I wondered if audio erotica was a thing. If it were, I would pay a subscription fee to hear him talk all day.
“So were you trying to escape or get in?” the officer asked, ruining my good fantasy about an Alejandro Cruz dirty talk subscription service.
“I was trying to get in,” I answered stiffly, annoyed that the officer had already forgotten everything I’d said, “I told you—”
“No, no, she is not the disturbance,” Alejandro interjected. “My brother thought someone was trying to steal God only knows what from the exterior of the house. He was asleep and heard something outside his bedroom window and panicked. He shouldn’t have called the police—it’s animal control that we need. Some dickhead bird went through the trash that my brother forgot to secure and he’s been leading him on one hell of a chase around the yard.”
My eyes narrowed and my hands went to my hips as I stared down the model. “Don’t talk about my little buddy like that,” I snapped.
He was clad in navy basketball shorts, a pair of Nike running shoes and he was just sweaty enough for me to realize he’d likely been working out. I swear I was hypnotized by all of his exposed skin, so much so that I could just about remember my own name at that moment. I’d have blamed the fall for my dazed and confused frame of mind but that wasn’t it at all. It was purely because of him—the sexy Spanish-speaking god who’d saved me from certain harm. My eyes trailed along his muscular but lean body hungrily as I catalogued just how ridiculously gorgeous he was. I was hypnotized by his six-pack and the set of V-cut muscles I had an insane urge to trail my fingers over.
I’d have kept right on staring had he not cleared his throat. I cringed as I came back to reality and realized he’d asked a question I hadn’t retained.
“Um, huh?” I asked, perfectly clueless.
“I was asking if you’re a professional gate climber,” he said huskily.
“No, I—”
“She’s really fine after a fall from that height?” the officer asked as he came through the gate.
“She never hit the ground,” my savior said, “since I caught her.”
The cop looked almost as impressed as I felt. I’d have heaped praised onto the stranger who saved me had I not remembered that I needed to be focused on a more pressing concern.
“So now that I’m on this side I really need to get my—”
The officer pinned me with a look that left no doubt that he was in charge. “Miss, please remain silent while I work out what’s going on here.”
I pursed my lips and tried to contain my annoyance. I knew he was just doing his job but all I cared about was finding Elvis.
The officer turned back to the Spanish model—I naturally assumed he modeled because he looked like he belonged in sensual looking black and white ads for men’s cologne. You know the kind of ads I’m talking about, right? There’s always a sexy guy giving you the let’s have all the sex look with a set of eyes that are clearly attempting to hypnotize you into buying something.
He was at least six feet tall and had a head full of thick, dark hair. His face was perfectly proportioned from forehead to chin, and I could find nothing that didn't appear to be symmetrical. He had a ridiculously sexy closely trimmed beard that I wanted to trace with my fingers and his jaw was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I turned crimson when my eyes trailed up and met his and I realized he was observing me—which meant he knew I’d been staring at him. Again.
I bit my lip and tried not to blush as I blinked like an idiot. I was relieved to have a reason to look to the police officer when he cleared his throat to get our attention. “Are you the one who called about the disturbance down the side of the house?” he asked.
I couldn’t resist the urge to let my eyes wander back to the Spanish god. I knew just enough Spanish to determine that if his looks were rated on the salsa scale he’d be called el más caliente.
His eyes were on me as he answered the cop. “My brother called, yes.”
“What’s your name, sir?”
“Alejandro Cruz.”
Even his name was sexy. My skin felt hot and prickly under his gaze. Anxious for a reprieve, I looked back to the officer.
The cop nodded as he took note of it on his pad. “And your brother's name?”
“Rafael Cruz.”
“And you?” the cop asked with a head nod toward me.
“Kaya Porter.”
“Can you spell that?”
“K-a-y-a,” I answered.
“That’s a weird name,” the officer said as he wrote it down.
I wasn't sure if he was being rude or not so I shrugged and said nothing. Alejandro growled something under his breath that I couldn’t understand. A shiver went down my back at the way the words rolled off his tongue. His Spanish accent fascinated me. I’d never been one to care one way or the other about a man’s voice, but his did things to me. I wondered if audio erotica was a thing. If it were, I would pay a subscription fee to hear him talk all day.
“So were you trying to escape or get in?” the officer asked, ruining my good fantasy about an Alejandro Cruz dirty talk subscription service.
“I was trying to get in,” I answered stiffly, annoyed that the officer had already forgotten everything I’d said, “I told you—”
“No, no, she is not the disturbance,” Alejandro interjected. “My brother thought someone was trying to steal God only knows what from the exterior of the house. He was asleep and heard something outside his bedroom window and panicked. He shouldn’t have called the police—it’s animal control that we need. Some dickhead bird went through the trash that my brother forgot to secure and he’s been leading him on one hell of a chase around the yard.”
My eyes narrowed and my hands went to my hips as I stared down the model. “Don’t talk about my little buddy like that,” I snapped.
Also Available
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Author Bio
Ella Fox is the USA Today Bestselling Author of The Hart
Family Series, Consequences of Deception, The Catch Series and The Renegade
Series. When she’s 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 pedicures… 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.
I Want by Ella Fox
Title: I Want
Series: Enamorado #2
Series: Enamorado #2
Author: Ella Fox
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 8, 2017
Release Date: September 8, 2017
Blurb
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.
Purchase Links
99c for Release Day ONLY!!
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
Excerpt
“Climb gates around here often?” he asked, no censure in his voice. I realized he spoke English as fluently as he spoke Spanish.
He was clad in navy basketball shorts, a pair of Nike running shoes and he was just sweaty enough for me to realize he’d likely been working out. I swear I was hypnotized by all of his exposed skin, so much so that I could just about remember my own name at that moment. I’d have blamed the fall for my dazed and confused frame of mind but that wasn’t it at all. It was purely because of him—the sexy Spanish-speaking god who’d saved me from certain harm. My eyes trailed along his muscular but lean body hungrily as I catalogued just how ridiculously gorgeous he was. I was hypnotized by his six-pack and the set of V-cut muscles I had an insane urge to trail my fingers over.
I’d have kept right on staring had he not cleared his throat. I cringed as I came back to reality and realized he’d asked a question I hadn’t retained.
“Um, huh?” I asked, perfectly clueless.
“I was asking if you’re a professional gate climber,” he said huskily.
“No, I—”
“She’s really fine after a fall from that height?” the officer asked as he came through the gate.
“She never hit the ground,” my savior said, “since I caught her.”
The cop looked almost as impressed as I felt. I’d have heaped praised onto the stranger who saved me had I not remembered that I needed to be focused on a more pressing concern.
“So now that I’m on this side I really need to get my—”
The officer pinned me with a look that left no doubt that he was in charge. “Miss, please remain silent while I work out what’s going on here.”
I pursed my lips and tried to contain my annoyance. I knew he was just doing his job but all I cared about was finding Elvis.
The officer turned back to the Spanish model—I naturally assumed he modeled because he looked like he belonged in sensual looking black and white ads for men’s cologne. You know the kind of ads I’m talking about, right? There’s always a sexy guy giving you the let’s have all the sex look with a set of eyes that are clearly attempting to hypnotize you into buying something.
He was at least six feet tall and had a head full of thick, dark hair. His face was perfectly proportioned from forehead to chin, and I could find nothing that didn't appear to be symmetrical. He had a ridiculously sexy closely trimmed beard that I wanted to trace with my fingers and his jaw was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I turned crimson when my eyes trailed up and met his and I realized he was observing me—which meant he knew I’d been staring at him. Again.
I bit my lip and tried not to blush as I blinked like an idiot. I was relieved to have a reason to look to the police officer when he cleared his throat to get our attention. “Are you the one who called about the disturbance down the side of the house?” he asked.
I couldn’t resist the urge to let my eyes wander back to the Spanish god. I knew just enough Spanish to determine that if his looks were rated on the salsa scale he’d be called el más caliente.
His eyes were on me as he answered the cop. “My brother called, yes.”
“What’s your name, sir?”
“Alejandro Cruz.”
Even his name was sexy. My skin felt hot and prickly under his gaze. Anxious for a reprieve, I looked back to the officer.
The cop nodded as he took note of it on his pad. “And your brother's name?”
“Rafael Cruz.”
“And you?” the cop asked with a head nod toward me.
“Kaya Porter.”
“Can you spell that?”
“K-a-y-a,” I answered.
“That’s a weird name,” the officer said as he wrote it down.
I wasn't sure if he was being rude or not so I shrugged and said nothing. Alejandro growled something under his breath that I couldn’t understand. A shiver went down my back at the way the words rolled off his tongue. His Spanish accent fascinated me. I’d never been one to care one way or the other about a man’s voice, but his did things to me. I wondered if audio erotica was a thing. If it were, I would pay a subscription fee to hear him talk all day.
“So were you trying to escape or get in?” the officer asked, ruining my good fantasy about an Alejandro Cruz dirty talk subscription service.
“I was trying to get in,” I answered stiffly, annoyed that the officer had already forgotten everything I’d said, “I told you—”
“No, no, she is not the disturbance,” Alejandro interjected. “My brother thought someone was trying to steal God only knows what from the exterior of the house. He was asleep and heard something outside his bedroom window and panicked. He shouldn’t have called the police—it’s animal control that we need. Some dickhead bird went through the trash that my brother forgot to secure and he’s been leading him on one hell of a chase around the yard.”
My eyes narrowed and my hands went to my hips as I stared down the model. “Don’t talk about my little buddy like that,” I snapped.
He was clad in navy basketball shorts, a pair of Nike running shoes and he was just sweaty enough for me to realize he’d likely been working out. I swear I was hypnotized by all of his exposed skin, so much so that I could just about remember my own name at that moment. I’d have blamed the fall for my dazed and confused frame of mind but that wasn’t it at all. It was purely because of him—the sexy Spanish-speaking god who’d saved me from certain harm. My eyes trailed along his muscular but lean body hungrily as I catalogued just how ridiculously gorgeous he was. I was hypnotized by his six-pack and the set of V-cut muscles I had an insane urge to trail my fingers over.
I’d have kept right on staring had he not cleared his throat. I cringed as I came back to reality and realized he’d asked a question I hadn’t retained.
“Um, huh?” I asked, perfectly clueless.
“I was asking if you’re a professional gate climber,” he said huskily.
“No, I—”
“She’s really fine after a fall from that height?” the officer asked as he came through the gate.
“She never hit the ground,” my savior said, “since I caught her.”
The cop looked almost as impressed as I felt. I’d have heaped praised onto the stranger who saved me had I not remembered that I needed to be focused on a more pressing concern.
“So now that I’m on this side I really need to get my—”
The officer pinned me with a look that left no doubt that he was in charge. “Miss, please remain silent while I work out what’s going on here.”
I pursed my lips and tried to contain my annoyance. I knew he was just doing his job but all I cared about was finding Elvis.
The officer turned back to the Spanish model—I naturally assumed he modeled because he looked like he belonged in sensual looking black and white ads for men’s cologne. You know the kind of ads I’m talking about, right? There’s always a sexy guy giving you the let’s have all the sex look with a set of eyes that are clearly attempting to hypnotize you into buying something.
He was at least six feet tall and had a head full of thick, dark hair. His face was perfectly proportioned from forehead to chin, and I could find nothing that didn't appear to be symmetrical. He had a ridiculously sexy closely trimmed beard that I wanted to trace with my fingers and his jaw was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I turned crimson when my eyes trailed up and met his and I realized he was observing me—which meant he knew I’d been staring at him. Again.
I bit my lip and tried not to blush as I blinked like an idiot. I was relieved to have a reason to look to the police officer when he cleared his throat to get our attention. “Are you the one who called about the disturbance down the side of the house?” he asked.
I couldn’t resist the urge to let my eyes wander back to the Spanish god. I knew just enough Spanish to determine that if his looks were rated on the salsa scale he’d be called el más caliente.
His eyes were on me as he answered the cop. “My brother called, yes.”
“What’s your name, sir?”
“Alejandro Cruz.”
Even his name was sexy. My skin felt hot and prickly under his gaze. Anxious for a reprieve, I looked back to the officer.
The cop nodded as he took note of it on his pad. “And your brother's name?”
“Rafael Cruz.”
“And you?” the cop asked with a head nod toward me.
“Kaya Porter.”
“Can you spell that?”
“K-a-y-a,” I answered.
“That’s a weird name,” the officer said as he wrote it down.
I wasn't sure if he was being rude or not so I shrugged and said nothing. Alejandro growled something under his breath that I couldn’t understand. A shiver went down my back at the way the words rolled off his tongue. His Spanish accent fascinated me. I’d never been one to care one way or the other about a man’s voice, but his did things to me. I wondered if audio erotica was a thing. If it were, I would pay a subscription fee to hear him talk all day.
“So were you trying to escape or get in?” the officer asked, ruining my good fantasy about an Alejandro Cruz dirty talk subscription service.
“I was trying to get in,” I answered stiffly, annoyed that the officer had already forgotten everything I’d said, “I told you—”
“No, no, she is not the disturbance,” Alejandro interjected. “My brother thought someone was trying to steal God only knows what from the exterior of the house. He was asleep and heard something outside his bedroom window and panicked. He shouldn’t have called the police—it’s animal control that we need. Some dickhead bird went through the trash that my brother forgot to secure and he’s been leading him on one hell of a chase around the yard.”
My eyes narrowed and my hands went to my hips as I stared down the model. “Don’t talk about my little buddy like that,” I snapped.
Also Available
99c for a limited time
Author Bio
Ella Fox is the USA Today Bestselling Author of The Hart
Family Series, Consequences of Deception, The Catch Series and The Renegade
Series. When she’s 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 pedicures… 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.
I Want by Ella Fox
COVER REVEAL
Title: I Want
Series: Enamorado #2
Title: I Want
Series: Enamorado #2
Author: Ella Fox
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Sommer Stein, Perfect Pear Creative
Cover Photo: Wander Aguiar
Cover Design: Sommer Stein, Perfect Pear Creative
Cover Photo: Wander Aguiar
Release Date: August 30, 2017
Blurb
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.
Author Bio
Ella Fox is the USA Today Bestselling Author of The Hart
Family Series, Consequences of Deception, The Catch Series and The Renegade
Series. When she’s 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 pedicures… 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.
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