Tied Bond by Emma Hart
Holly Woods Files #4
Nonna doesn’t understand why there are skeletons and demons everywhere. Mom is threatening to stitch a devil into Nonna’s pillowcase if she doesn’t shut up. Bek is bumbling over a date with Jason, the handsome FBI agent who conveniently got himself relocated to Austin, and I… Well. I’m considering running away to a town without the crazies.
Nothing new here.
Everything is going smoothly—too smoothly—and I can’t shake the feeling that something is about to happen. Drake insists I’m being paranoid… But when a body turns up at the Holly Woods Halloween party, we have a whole lot more than a murderer to worry about.
Because the prime suspect is his mom.
And it’s my job to prove she’s innocent.
(Tied Bond is the fourth full-length book in the Holly Woods Files series and does not stand alone.)
Tied Bond is book #3 in the Holly Woods Files Series, I was gifted a copy of the book to read for Gemma Reads Too Much.
In the last book I missed all of the angry Droelle sex action but for some reason in this book they had moved forward and their relationship was completely different. They feel so much more grown up and mature and I didn’t miss the angry sex cus instead we got loved up sex and that was different but just as good.
The murder mystery aspect was different in this book too. Everything about this book was much more personal and for once there was only one body.
For me there was a bit too much Nonna I usually think her antics are hilarious but in this book she started to annoy me.
What the hell happened to kickass Noelle? I hate this thoughtful, pensive Noelle. Emma please bring back kickass idiot Noelle I LOVE her!!
This book wasn’t as tongue in cheek funny as the others have been, infact everything about this book from Droelle, to the murder to the relationship felt much more serious.
I still really enjoyed the who-dunnit vibe to this series and I look forward to the next book.
Tied Bond gets 4 stars from me.
I pinch her. “Don’t you have a date to be on?”
“A date? You have a date?”
“That’s the third time someone has asked me that. Why is that so surprising to everyone?” Bek holds out one hand, fixing wide eyes on Drake.
“Because your last ‘date’ was signing up to Match-dot-com,” he reminds her.
Looks like he’s dropped the arresting thing.
“It was right after Tinder Dick turned out to be fifty years old and cheating on his wife,” he goes on.
Ah. Yeah. My bad on that one. I had a gut feeling that Tinder Dick wasn’t the hunky summin’ summin’ in his picture. Let’s just say Carlton was pretty scared and tried to get a day off after being subjected to the horrors of a fifty year old man’s penis.
Not that I’m saying fifty year old men have horrid penises. I guess cock shots while the Viagra is still in the shot would be pretty damn scary to a twenty-something guy in the prime of his life.
Bek shudders. “Thanks for the reminder.”
“Who’s your date with?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Who has a date?” a familiar voice interrupts.
“The hell did you come fro—what the fuck are you wearing?” I stare at my youngest brother.
“I’m Thor. You know. The superhero.” Brody tugs on the cape.
“Doesn’t he have a hammer?”
“Yep. But he isn’t the only one that can lift it.” Brody grins, prompting Drake to laugh next to me.
“I’m not even dignifying that with a response, Brodes. That’s the worst pick up line I’ve ever heard.”
“That’s what she said before she picked it up.”
“How old are you?” I wrinkle my face up.
“Can we get back to the question? Who has a date?”
“I have a date!” Bek snaps. “Yes. I have a date. It’s not that surprising.”
“You have a date?” Brody frowns. “Since when did you date?”
“Since before you knew how to get your cock hard, idiot.”
“Oooh, damn,” Drake hisses under his breath. His fingers twitch against my waist.
No shit. It’s like tension is carpet bombing the fuck out of us. I feel like an intruder, and that’s saying something.
Brody’s eyes narrow. “You’re starting to piss me off, Bek.”
“I’m sure Melanie will cheer you up when you show her your hammer.”
“What is your problem?”
“Apparently my problem is that I have a date!”
Yeah. If that’s the problem, I’m a drunk, lesbian nun with triplets and a pet skunk.
Brody looks at the glass in her hand. “How much has she had?”
“Not enough for your bullshit, clearly,” Drake claps him on the shoulder. “You should go find Melanie before whatever is in Bek’s glass ends up on you, man.”
Smart man. That’s why I like him.
That and he hasn’t run away screaming yet.
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.)
TANGLED BOND (Holly Woods Files, #2)
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.
Detective Drake Nash: hot, alpha, bossy, and… mine.
Now, if someone could tell his ex that… I don’t care if the summer fayre is coming to Holly Woods and she’s on the planning committee. What I do care about is sugar-filled food, bright lights, late nights… and danger. The type that won’t come in the form of Nonna’s new cantankerous British parrot, Gio. (Please see the damage done to Mom’s new curtains.)
Unfortunately, when the danger comes, it comes in the form of something Holly Woods has never seen. The town is rocked to its core, and once again, I’m in danger. Only this time, it isn’t because of my clients—this time, I’m in danger because of who I am… Because of my heritage.
And despite the HWPD’s best efforts, the bodies keep on piling up.
Drake’s determined to protect me. I’m determined that I can do it myself.
Danger. Mystery. Darkness. Malice.
It’ll be a miracle if any of us make it out of this with guns unfired, cupcakes still frosted, and hearts intact…
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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.
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