TANGLED BOND (Holly Woods Files, #2)
RELEASE DAY: July 30
One date with the sexier-than-sin Detective Drake Nash. Simple.
Until you take into account that my brother finally proposed to his girlfriend, so Nonna is on a warpath—and the crazy old bat has Cupid by the balls.
The upcoming mayoral elections has everyone running on full speed, and while I couldn’t give any less craps about the corrupt Holly Woods mayor’s office, a dead body in the middle of a campaign speech has me thrown right into the middle of it. The victim is close to the mayor, but all he cares about is minimizing the damage to his campaign, so he hires me to work alongside Drake to close the case as quickly as possible.
Bad news for our tentative relationship.
We disagree far more than we agree, but being at loggerheads won’t get this murder solved… Or deal with the arrival of someone from his past.
The mysteries behind the murder aren’t the only things unraveling, and despite being knee-deep in lies and corruption and bonds so tangled they’re almost indecipherable, I have to figure out if I’m willing to fight for Drake the way I do justice…
Or if he’ll be my one who gets away.
Review
I am loving this series so much! Emma Hart captures everything I want in this book. It has mystery, passion, bantering, and suspense. The best part of the whole book, is that Drake and Noelle are at the center of it. They have become my new favorite couple. I love their fighting and I love Noelle's passion. She is so much like Nonna and I love me some Nonna. For those of you have not read the first book, Nonna is a crazy lady but she has good intentions. She drives Noella crazy, as she calls her. She is always setting up Noelle for dates and it is funny to watch that unfold. At the moment she is trying to get Drake in her grasp.
While Nonna wants them together, Drake and Noels relationship gets more steamy and the case gets more confusing and complicated along the way. I love it all. I love the mystery and I love watching them solve the case. I like how new things keep popping up and changing the course of the investigation. This is a perfect mix of steamy romance and mystery solving.
I love that Mrs. Hart gives Noelle the power. She is on point the whole way through the investigation. She owns it and is in control of her actions. She is smart and intuitive when it comes to solving cases. I like that she is in the lead of them because it shows some awesome girl power that some books lack. That is one of the reason I love Emma Hart's books so much. She makes the girl have the control (most of the time). Ok, sorry for my rambling, let me get back to the whole investigation. So murder continues to happen in Holly Woods. This is another mystery that Noelle and Drake have to solve in the investigation. Like always their is a shock factor that I will not share because it makes it even more interesting while reading.
This book two is more tricky because Noelle and Drake have a little thing going on but they can't let that get in the way of the case or their relationship. It becomes difficult for them to separate their relationship from that of work. Will the solving the case get in the way of their relationship or will the case hurt their relationship?? Find out by reading this book! I am sure you won't regret it!
Author Bio:
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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Exerpt
“So,” she says to
us, turning back to her cooking. “You come-a together?”
I choke on my water
and thump my fist into my chest. “Excuse me?”
“Dinner. You come-a
together?”
Unfortunately, I
catch Drake’s eye. He’s grinning at me. Bastard.
“Yes,” he tells
Nonna. Double bastard. “We came together.”
“So you-a dating?
Noella! You-a dating?” She spins around quickly, the spoon still in her hand.
White sauce splatters across the cupboards. “You-a really-a dating?”
“Dating is a strong
word,” I hedge, shooting a fuck-you look to Drake over the top of Nonna’s head.
“We are…trying not to kill each other every time we see each other.”
“So you-a dating.”
“Not every
relationship has to be defined, you know.”
“So you-a admit-a
it is-a a relationship?”
“Not all
relationships are romantic ones. Some of them really do come with murderous tendencies.”
I scowl at her, but it goes right over her head.
“Oh! Noella, you-a
dating!” She drops the spoon and shuffles into the front room. “Antonio! Noella
is-a dating!”
“You’re dating?”
Dad and Trent ask at the same time.
“You’re taking the
word of this crazy old woman? I’m already married inside her head!” Seeing her
hopeful grin, I point my finger at her. “No. No. Put those wedding bells down,
Nonna!”
“You’re dating?”
Trent repeats, turning on the sofa so he’s facing us. “Really?”
“No!” I protest.
“We’re apparently
tryin’ not to kill each other,” Drake adds. “Which is a good start, I reckon.”
“Well, if that’s
what you’re callin’ it,” Mom sighs, “then no wonder she thinks you’re dating.
Her whole marriage was spent trying not to kill Nonno.”
“She’s crazy,” I
tell her. “Look at her. She can’t walk to the car without her cane, but she’s
dancing—why is she dancing? Dad, make her stop dancing. That ain’t right.”
I fill one mug and
smile sweetly over my shoulder. Then I slide the cup along the counter to him.
He picks it up and sniffs.
“Hey,” I say to
him, “Normal coffee, no cream or sugar.”
His smile reflects
in his eyes. “We already know how the other takes their coffee. Maybe there’s
hope for us yet.”
I purse my lips,
but he winks, exaggerating his smile, and I laugh at him. To be fair, Trent and
Alison never really got it right until he finally learned how she takes her
coffee on a morning before her shifts…and that took him eighteen months. So
Drake does have a point there.
“What if one of us
didn’t drink coffee? Then what?” I ask, fitting the lid on my cup.
“Let’s be honest
here. You’d never be the one to not drink coffee, and if I didn’t drink coffee,
I wouldn’t come near you before four in the afternoon. I wouldn’t be brave
enough to face you until you were falling asleep.”
“I could so go
without coffee,” I argue, grabbing a muffin and shoving it at him. “I’m not
that much of a bitch without it.”
“Sweetheart, don’t
take this the wrong way, but you can be that much of a bitch with coffee.”
I glance at the
clock on my fireplace before I step outside. “Fifteen minutes into the day. I’m
going to count myself as the bigger person here and not respond to that asinine
comment.”
“Oooh, asinine. Big
word for this early.”
I spin on the balls
of my feet by his car. “Keep that sass up, Detective Nash…”
“And you’ll shoot
me?” His eyes twinkle.
“No,” I say with a
sassy half smile. “I can implicate a sex ban now. That’s way more threatening
than shooting you.”
Drake snorts,
getting back into the truck and putting his cup and muffin in the center
console. “A sex ban? Yeah, all right, cupcake.”
“I’m dead serious.”
“Noelle, if you
think your dumbass sex bans can stop me from touching you and turning you the
fuck on whenever I want to, then clearly I need to fuck you again—and harder
this time.” He lifts one eyebrow, almost running a red light.
“You need to pay
attention to the road,” I scold him, but my mouth is dry.
Holy shit, and I
thought I had no brain-to-mouth filter. Does Drake Nash spit out every sexy
thought in that delightful little mind of his without a second thought?
Wait—delightful
little mind? What kind of voodoo is this prick pulling on me?
Handsome, part
Italian, a Catholic in theory, killer eyes, deadly kiss… Oh, that voodoo.
New Orleans, I need a cure, please and thank you.
Twisted Bond:
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.)
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