I’m
an Italian-Texan woman in a family full of cops. I’m passionate and
shoot before I think. You only f*ck with me if you’re stupid.
Photograph cheating spouses. Hand over the evidence. Cash my check.
That was my plan when I returned home to Holly Woods, Texas, and became a private investigator.
Finding
the dead body in my dumpster? Yeah… Given the choice, I think I would
have opted out of that little discovery, especially since all three of
my brothers are cops. And my Italian grandmother is sure the reason I’m
single is because of my job.
Of
course, my connection to the victim is entirely coincidental. Until I’m
hired by her husband to investigate her murder and shoved bang-smack
into the path of Detective Drake Nash.
My nemesis, a persistent pain in my ass, and one hell of a sexy son of a bitch.
Shame
he still holds a grudge from that time I shot him in the foot twelve
years ago, or we could have something. In another life.
So
now all I have to do is avoid my nonna’s blind dates, try not to
blackmail my brothers into giving me confidential police files, and
absolutely do not point my gun at Drake Nash. Or kiss him. Or jump his
bones.
All while I hunt down the killer.
Sounds totally simple—until a second body proves that sometimes things that start as coincidences don’t always end up that way…
(Twisted Bond is book one of the Holly Woods Files series and while it does not end in a cliffhanger, it is not a standalone.)
Review By Angela
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
5 Sinfully Twisted Sexy Amazingly Frustrating Stars
Wow. Omg. Just....Wow
I have to say firstly another MUST READ for 2015 and add to your TBR
Twisted Bond was everything it was promised to be and then some and boy did it deliver.
I despised it when I had to put the book down and get back to everyday life.
It was full of sexual tension, humor, twists & turns, hot alpha male & cupcakes, LOTS of cupcakes!
(I now have a cupcake addiction too. Thanks Emma ;-) )
You
are constantly thinking you know what's going to happen next and that
you have worked everything out only to turn the page and be back to
square one. But then get to the end and see it all fall into to place
and find yourself screaming "yes I knew it" well me anyway.
Emma Hart I'm a huge fan of your work and after this I think I'm even more in love with your work. Thank you.
I was lucky enough to receive an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
“Noelle,” Drake calls after me, narrowly
avoiding the main door slamming in his face.
“Hold them,” I order when Grecia holds my
messages out.
She freezes as I storm past her and up the
stairs.
“Noelle—”
“Later!” I yell at Mike, jamming my key
into the hole and turning it violently.
“Noelle!” Drake finally growls.
I shove the door open so harshly that it
slams into the wall behind it and then fix him with my gaze. “In there. Now.”
His chest heaves, and a long moment passes
between us as he stares at me, both Mike and Bekah staring at us from their
office doors.
“Did I not make that clear, Detective?” I
tilt my head to the side. “Now means now, not in five fucking minutes.”
Drake’s in front of me in two long strides.
“Watch your damn attitude, Noelle,” he warns me quietly, his breath skating
across my cheek. “You might get away with sassin’ your family, but you won’t
with me.”
“When you’re on my property, I’ll do
whatever the hell I want.” I lower my voice. “And you might not realize it, but
I’ve been shitting myself ever since I saw that body yesterday, so unless you
want me to rip out a pair of stilettos and tear you a new asshole until you’re
forced to tell me what I need to know, you’ll drag your ass into my office.”
“Another threat.” He whips his handcuffs
out and dangles them in my face. “Want me to use ’em, ma’am?”
I step closer to him, moving the cupcake
box out of the way of our bodies, and fix him with a stare that I know is as
potent as his. “I dare you to try, sir.”
We stand off against each other, barely a
few inches separating our bodies. My heart is thumping in my chest, and hell,
I’m turned on. My lower stomach is burning, and the heat is seeping between my
legs because all I can think about is Detective Drake Nash putting me in
handcuffs.
He lowers the restraints and attaches them
to his belt again. Then he nudges me away from the door and slams it shut with
his foot. I open my mouth to speak, but he grabs my arm and spins me against
the solid wood surface. I gasp and drop the cupcake box as my back collides with
the door and his chest presses against mine.
“Don’t ever dare me, Noelle,” he whispers,
his tone thick with a seduction that crawls over my skin and joins the heat
between my legs. “Because if I get you in cuffs, there’ll be no trying about
it. You’ll be beggin’ for it, babe. Keep getting up close and personal and
that’ll be sooner rather than later.”
“You wish,” I breathe. Yes. I do. I damn
well do.
He dips his head so his mouth is hovering
above mine, and every breath coats my lips. “I couldn’t give a fuck if we’re
smack-damn in the middle of a murder investigation. You keep pushin’ me the way
you are and I will take you. I’m not afraid to give you a real reason to
shout my name.”
“You give me a hundred reasons every day.”
“’Bout time I gave you a good one, don’t
you think?”
Good logic. Bad execution. “No. I don’t. I
think you should tell me what I need to know.”
“I just did,” he murmurs.
By
day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma
Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little
monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she
fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma
is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and
fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects
involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a
sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a
whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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