Monday, February 29, 2016

Blog Tour + Review + Excerpt + Teaser: Tied Bond by Emma Hart



Title: Tied Bond
Series: Holly Woods Files
Author: Emma Hart
Genre: Contemporary Suspense Romance
Publish Date: February 25, 2016
Review Source: ARC
 
Holly Woods is going to hell in a handbasket—but this time, Satanists aren’t to blame. Halloween is. 
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.)


So the deeper I get with the series the more in love I fall with it.  I am not sure who I have grown the fondest of, whether it be Noelle, Drake, or of course Nonna.  These crazy Texas Italians will keep you on your toes with the back and forth banter among the group.

If you have been following the Holly Woods Files then you know that with this book we are granted another wonderful murder mystery.  But, as always, when there is trouble Drake and Noelle find themselves front and center, and of course for them it seems as if trouble heats up their libidos and has them hot and heavy after each other.

This time though the mystery is much harder for Noelle.  She has to work more to figure out what is taking place and the reasoning behind the murders.  I have grown to look forward to taking the clues that Emma Hart writes in to try and solve the cases myself, and trust me, she doesn't make it easy.  I have yet to figure one out in a timely manner yet.  Which, I guess is overall a good thing, because it keeps me with my nose in the book and refusing to put it down.

But, of course, you can not forget about Noelle's crazy grandmother, Nonna.  She is in rare form in this book, and trust me, I am surprised that Kellie hasn't actually killed her yet.  But, this old Italian woman, although a bit crazy, still has her skills with her.  So watch out because not only is she a cooking machine, but she might just douse you with some Holy Water.

So, if you have not figured it out yet, I loved this book.  Yes, the further into this series I get, I look forward to the next killer to strike.  Even though this book can be read as a stand alone, if you haven't read the others in the series, I would tell you to get them first just so you have an idea as to what all has taken place in this small backwoods town.  Not to mention you will find yourself drooling over the sexy detective Drake Nash.  But, be warned, you may also develop a strong craving for cupcakes.

Now for some of Noelle's witty statements:

"Yes. We regularly strip to our underpants, discuss our cup size, the state of our pubic hair, and whether or not she has  a crush on the hot FBI agent.  We do that while we are finding the cheating bastards."

"Because a pair of shoes to me are what orgasms are to porn stars?  Precious, and when you get a good one, you pounce on it."

"Please, Nonna."  I actually think she's gone and done it  - she really has lost her marbles, and those motherfuckers are scattered so damn far apart that there's no chance of her ever getting them back.   She didn't have many anyway, but that's not the point.  I think I just lost one of my damn own. Yep- there it goes.  Bye-bye, dear marble.  Your little quart of sanity will be sorely missed.





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.
Damn it.
“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?”
“I’m nosey.”
“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.




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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