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I Want (Enamorado #2)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Ella Fox

1945399139 (ISBN13: 9781945399138)
Book Information:

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.

Books in Series:

Enamorado Series by Ella Fox

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Ella Fox Books



I stared down at the texts that were blowing up my phone with a mix of horror and exasperation as I wondered how crazy shit happened to me so often. My family liked to joke about it, but I was genuinely starting to wonder if I had been cursed. The luck I had with women was truly, truly bizarre. I’d already regretted agreeing to go out on a date with a co-worker of my app designer’s wife, but things had officially dropped into the land of the absurd.

Letty: Call the realtor and arrange a wire transfer. Ideally, I’d like to move us in within the next two weeks

Letty: You need to add me to your credit card accounts so I can shop. I’m scrolling the Louboutin website and I want at least ten pairs right away

Letty: Should I call your mom and ask her to fly to New York to shop with me? I looked her up on the internet and she dresses pretty nice for an old lady

My mother was in her early sixties and was, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. She was not an old lady and Letty calling her that annoyed the hell out of me. I loved my mamá—talking about her like she was somehow less-than was not the way to go with me.

Letty: I just emailed Leigh Rice! She’s the top designer in NYC. With our bottomless wallet, I’m sure she will want to take us on!!!!!!!

I cringed reading that one in particular because the overuse of the exclamation point made me mildly nauseous. Also, my wallet was not Letty’s.

Letty: Have your parents ask Stella McCartney to design my wedding gown. With at least five hundred guests coming I can’t wear anything anyone else would, and that includes anything from a couture line. My dress needs to be one of a kind, something that will be talked about for generations to come. I simply must have a train that’s exactly one foot longer than Princess Diana’s was and said train will need to be festooned with thousands of Swarovski crystals

That shit was bananas. I’d gone on one date with Letty while I’d been in New York on business and she’d been the one to kiss me at the end of it. I wasn’t against women initiating the first move by any means, but I’d been stunned, and a little put off by the kiss because we hadn’t had that kind of chemistry. Somehow she’d jumped from one dinner and a brief kiss six days before to getting married and buying a house together. The craziest part was that we hadn’t even spoken since the night of the kiss, yet over the course of one day she’d blown up my phone with seventy-eight texts.

In addition to her never-ending stream of texts—none that had gotten a response from me— there were dozens and dozens of photos of several multi-million dollar penthouses she’d looked at. She’d then included more than a dozen naked selfies and several videos of her modeling underwear in front of a full-length mirror in a La Perla dressing room. Nothing weird about that, right?

The entire thing was, without a doubt, a nightmare. Once again I needed to extricate myself from a ridiculous situation. I wondered how many times similar scenarios could play themselves out in my life before I lost my shit completely. I hadn’t had sex in well over a year—probably closer to two—because I couldn’t be bothered to get that far into a relationship anymore. Every date was a disaster or a complete non-starter, and I didn’t see that changing. Were there even any ordinary women left? It sure as hell hadn’t seemed like it to me.

“Do you think she will like this one?”

I closed out the text thread from hell—I’d need to deal with that level of insanity later—to glance at what my brother was pointing to. His third anniversary was two days away, and as usual, Mateo was going all out. The emerald and diamond bracelet sparkled against the velvet pad it was displayed upon. Without question, it was a stunning piece of jewelry, one my sister-in-law would love, and not because it was expensive and crafted by one of the best jewelers in Barcelona. In Avelina’s eyes, everything Mateo gave her was priceless. He could show up with a necklace made of jellybeans, and she’d get all teary-eyed and fall even more in love with him. More and more it was looking like my older brother had somehow lucked into a relationship with one of the last normal women around. If there were any others I sure as hell hadn’t been fortunate enough to stumble across them and neither had the rest of our brothers. Mateo was damn lucky.

“It’s perfect,” I answered.

“But will she love it? Perhaps I should have commissioned earrings.”

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