Twisted Bond
Holly Woods Files #1 By Emma Hart Release Date June 11, 2015
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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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“Watch your damn mouth, Noelle Bond,” Drake says low, his tone full of threats and barely restrained anger. “My patience where you’re concerned is just about at the breakin’ point, and when it reaches it, you ain’t gonna like me very much.” “So save yourself a job and cuff me. See what the hell happens when you do that.” He stands and turns to me, eclipsing me in height and width. “Are you threatenin’ me, ma’am?” I take another step toward him despite our size differences. “Fuck yeah, I’m threatenin’ you, sir. Except my threats are closer to promises, so try it and see how well it ends for you.” The minute distance between our bodies is swallowed by his single step toward me. If I were to reach out just a little, my fingers would brush his inevitably toned stomach. “You have five seconds to take it back before I make good on my threat, Noelle.” “You have five seconds to get your ass the hell out of my goddamned office before I break your kneecaps.” Within two seconds, Drake Nash’s arms are around me and he has both of my wrists secured at the base of my back with one of his hands. The other is pressed between my shoulder blades, an open pair of handcuffs just close enough that I can feel the chill of the metal through the light material of my shirt. He’s so close that I can feel every contour of his body pressing against mine, and the heat of his breath flowing across my skin sends my body temperature up several degrees. “Do not tempt me,” he whispers hoarsely in my ear. “Do yourself a favor and refund Ryan Perkins his money. Then get your ass out of this investigation. It’s too fucking dangerous for you, Noelle. You have no idea what you’re up against.” “Don’t ever underestimate me. You may be able to restrain me without trying, but I sure as hell ain’t afraid to fight your fine ass and pin you to the ground,” I grind out. “I’m not the cops who work under you at the station. They might whimper when you so much as glare at them, but you can have those handcuffs at my back, Detective, and I’m still gonna be ready to twist your balls off and hand them to you.”
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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. 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. LINKS Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/YQvfn FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/EmmaHartBooks Twitter: https://twitter.com/EmmaHartAuthor Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6451162.Emma_Hart AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/Emma-Hart/e/B00A3QSV0M/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1410362990&sr=8-2-ent
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Twisted Bond
Holly Woods Files #4 By Emma Hart Release Date June 11, 2015
Synopsis
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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“Why are you here?” He pulls his ear defenders down. “Out here?” “Here.” I yank off my ear defenders. “At my parents’ for family dinner. Out here, bugging me. Take your pick. I’ll take a reason for either.” “Your nonna appears to have taken a real good likin’ to me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s tryna set us up.” “Clearly, she’s losin’ her mind,” I snap, reloading my gun again before tucking it back into my boot. I fold my arms and meet his eyes. “And out here? Why are you here?” Nothing. Just silence. Just those goddamned beautiful eyes boring into mine. “No? Okay.” I walk past him, pushing hair from my face. “Don’t go out with him again.” His arm shoots out to stop me, and his words hit me hard. “Gio.” “Since when has it been any of your business what I do?” I face him, narrowing my eyes as our gazes collide. “Last I checked, I’m a single, grown woman, and if I want to go out with someone, I will.” “He’s not the kind of guy you need.” “Neither are you,” I reply, running my eyes down his white shirt, which is untucked over his dark-blue jeans. The bottom of his shirt is gaping, allowing me a view of a triangle of tan skin with a smattering of dark hair. I linger there for a moment before pulling my gaze back up. “Yet here we are, having this conversation, you thinkin’ you know what’s best for me.”
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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. 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. LINKS Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/YQvfn FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/EmmaHartBooks Twitter: https://twitter.com/EmmaHartAuthor Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6451162.Emma_Hart AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/Emma-Hart/e/B00A3QSV0M/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1410362990&sr=8-2-ent Sidelined By His Game #2 By Emma Hart Available March 3, 2015 Synopsis When the game leaves the field in the second book in the USA Today bestselling BY HIS GAME series and mixes with sex, lies, and betrayal, the future isn't the only thing on the line... Macey Kelly has sworn off men. Unless they’re going to zip in and out of her apartment—and her vagina—quicker than they can give her an orgasm, she’s not interested. Finding out her boyfriend of three years got her cousin pregnant was a total confidence knock. Luckily for Macey, confidence is something she has in abundance, so all Mitch’s asshole move did was make her pretty cynical toward men. The last thing Jack Carr needs at the start of the season is for a dark-haired, sexy as sin, gyspyesque beauty to be consuming his thoughts. Football is his life, which leaves no time for girls. Unless they’re the love ‘em and leave ‘em girls. Becoming one of the best running backs the league has ever seen by racking up the yards is his top priority… not bedding Macey Kelly, despite her affinity for blow jobs and total sexual abandon. Avoiding each other is the perfect solution, but when your best friends are in a serious living together kind of relationship, that isn’t always an option. Sometimes, sex on tap is the easiest option. And the sweetest. Until Mitch shows up with a bombshell that could shatter Macey’s perfectly carved out life. It’s been a year, but he isn’t giving her up, not now he has a chance at winning her back. And he knows her buttons. Every single one of them. Unfortunately for him, Jack Carr isn’t a loser. The star running back has his eye on the Vince Lombardi—and on Macey. But seeing her hanging between them both isn’t something he’s down with, not when he discovers why she’s so against anything more-ish, as she puts it.Macey quickly realizes she’s the ball being passed between two desperate yet opposing teams, and that only one of them can score the touchdown. But will the winner be the guy she lived with and loved for three years, or will the winner be the guy who understands her and makes her body come alive? In this game, someone will be sidelined, and calling the play isn’t always as easy as it seems. (SIDELINED is a full-length, standalone novel. It's not necessary to read BLINDSIDED before this book, but it is advised.) Excerpt “Now tell me,” I whisper, curving my arms around her tiny body. “Did he ever want you like I do? In three years, baby, he ever desire you the way I do? He ever make you come as hard as I do? He ever drive you to distraction with insane need? He ever stop for one second and worship your body like the fucking temple I know it is?” Macey exhales quietly, but it’s the kind of breath I never cared about before. The kind of breath that’s full of unspoken words. Unspoken words I want fucking spoken. “Didn’t catch that.” “No,” she breathes out. “No. Never.” My arms go around her body as I move in front of her and clasp her against me. My erection rapidly deflates with the words I’m about to speak. “Then, babe, my part in his bullshit game is almost done, except now, I’m calling my play. You go to him, and you let him think we’re done. That he has a chance. You see what he can do to you. You see if he can give you half the things I can—and I don’t even mean materially, M. I mean forever. If you can spend a few days with your ex and truly believe he can pleasure you like I can, treasure you like I can, then I’ll respect your decision. But, baby…” I sink my fingers into her hair and tug her head back so her eyes crash into mine with fire and apprehension mixing together. “Baby, if you think he can love you like I can, then get ready for a fight to the death.” She freezes in my arms. “Jack.” “I’m not gonna stand here with your naked body against mine and tell you I love you just to convince you to tell him where to go. I don’t love you, M. But I could. I know I could. You’re more fucking perfect for me than anything I’ve ever known. I won’t lie to you, baby. I crave your body and I crave you, but I don’t love you.” Her eyes flicker with something indiscernible, but I hold her gaze. “But just imagine—if I can make you feel physically what he can only dream of, just think of how I could love you one day.” She drops her eyes and rests her face in my chest. My words hit her hard—I know they did. I’m not fucking dumb. But they didn’t hit her the way they would most girls. Right now, I know Macey couldn’t give a shit whether or not I love her. All she cares about is the fact that she’s the tug toy between two guys. She’s the ball being passed from end zone to end zone, quarterback to wide receiver. All she gives a shit about is that she makes the right decision in the end. All she gives a shit about is that, when it’s her turn to call the play, she calls it right. “Somethin’ you should know about me.” My words buzz along her jaw with my lips. “Football is my life. That isn’t ever gonna change, but that doesn’t mean that’s all there is to it.” “Jack,” she whispers, her fingers digging into my sides. “Three things you never cared to ask about me that I’m gonna tell you anyway.” I hover my mouth above hers, my eyes steely and intent on hers. “I play the game hard. I fuck harder. And I love even fucking harder than that.” “Prove it,” she whispers. “I’ve seen the first two. Prove the last one.” Blindsided Book 1 Two people. Two agendas. Two games. What happens when the out-there It-Boy of football meets the secret It-Girl of fashion? As the daughter of Hollywood’s sweetheart, Leah Veronica can’t even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so it’s no wonder she’s launching her first fashion line in secret. With it debuting at New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight is the last thing she needs. The son of the best quarterback the league has ever seen, filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipers’ quarterback was inevitable for Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronica—the first girl to hand him his ass without putting a hair out of place. Getting the handsome, prickly blonde into his bed becomes his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the hell away from her becomes Leah’s—at least until she realizes the best way to do that is to give him what he wants. If only it was that simple. When Corey discovers who she is, and private photos of Hollywood’s finest find their way online, everything they thought they knew is thrown into disarray. And when secrets are exposed and hearts are shattered, they have to figure out if they’ve been blindsided by love or reality, and if it’s worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to play. BUY LINKS: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble | iBooks Amazon AU | Amazon CA About The Author 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. Links Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/YQvfn FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/EmmaHartBooks Twitter: https://twitter.com/EmmaHartAuthor Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6451162.Emma_Hart AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/Emma-Hart/e/B00A3QSV0M/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1410362990&sr=8-2-ent Blindsided By His Game #1 By Emma Hart Available January 12, 2015 Synopsis Two people. Two agendas. Two games. What happens when the out-there It-Boy of football meets the secret It-Girl of fashion? As the daughter of Hollywood’s sweetheart, Leah Veronica can’t even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so it’s no wonder she’s launching her first fashion line in secret. With it debuting at New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight is the last thing she needs. The son of the best quarterback the league has ever seen, filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipers’ quarterback was inevitable for Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronica—the first girl to hand him his ass without putting a hair out of place. Getting the handsome, prickly blonde into his bed becomes his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the hell away from her becomes Leah’s—at least until she realizes the best way to do that is to give him what he wants. If only it was that simple. When Corey discovers who she is, and private photos of Hollywood’s finest find their way online, everything they thought they knew is thrown into disarray. And when secrets are exposed and hearts are shattered, they have to figure out if they’ve been blindsided by love or reality, and if it’s worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to play. Purchase Links Excerpt “My feet are killing me,” I groan, leaning against the bar. “This is why I don’t wear heels!” “Nah, you’re fine. You just need another drink.” Ryann raps her knuckles against the top of the bar and flicks her hair. The bartender shoots down to us like a baby after candy. “Three tequila shots please.” “Aw, shit,” Macey mutters. “Not tequila. Anything but the devil drink! That should only be drunk in the safety of my apartment.” I hold the tiny glass in front of my face. “It’ll stop my feet hurting. I don’t give a shit.” “I’ll remind you that you said that when you call me tomorrow with a hangover.” “I promise I’ll drink some water before I go to bed. My mom will kill me if I’m hungover tomorrow.” I bring the glass to my lips and tip it back. “Holy shit.” The tequila lights a fiery trail from my throat to my stomach. “Another.” Ryann smirks and throws my words back at me. “Your mom will kill you if you have a hangover tomorrow.” Ryann smirks and throws my words back at me. “Fuck off.” I click my tongue. “It’s my birthday, which, by the way, I’ve spent working and watching my half-assed football team almost throw a game. If I say another tequila, I want another tequila.” “Okay.” Ryann shrugs, waving the bartender over again. “Three more, and three margaritas.” He nods and fixes the drinks. A few minutes later, they appear in front of us, and I grab my purse. “This is my round.” “Hell no!” Macey cries. “It’s illegal to buy your own drinks on your birthday.” “But—” “She’s right,” a smooth voice with a hint of a Texas accent says from behind me. “At least it is in Texas.” I spin on my seat and look into the devastatingly blue-green eyes of Corey Jackson. The very same man my seventy-five-year-old great-aunt was ogling on the TV earlier. And, okay. I get it. I totally get it. His dark hair curls over his ears, and his bright eyes are sparkling with the same smile that’s twitching at his lips. And he has that jaw—you know, the kind of jaw that makes you want to rub your fingers over it repeatedly? Yeah, that jaw. He’s hot. The, er, tequila said so. Smart, that tequila. “Is that right?” I reply. “Sure is.” The twitch of his lips morphs into a slow, sexy smile. “I hate to remind you, but this is California.” “Oh, I know exactly where we are. Where else am I going to be lucky enough to buy a drink for a girl like you?” “Are you hitting on me?” He rests his elbow on the bar in front of me and hands the bartender forty dollars between his fingers. “Does it sound like I am?” “Is it supposed to? Because I’m sure Corey Jackson, L.A. Vipers golden boy, can find a thousand girls like me just by turning around.” I nod my head over his shoulder. “Oh, look. I just found you a bunch of them.” Seriously, half the girls in this bar are in fan-girl mode. Or panty-dropping mode. I think they’re synonymous where he’s concerned. He takes his change from the bartender, his smirk turning cocky. “Finally, a girl who recognizes me for more than what is under my shirt. Is this my lucky night?” “If this is a lucky night, clearly California isn’t doing much for you.” I throw the tequila shot back. Giveaway About The Author 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. Links Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/YQvfn FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/EmmaHartBooks Twitter: https://twitter.com/EmmaHartAuthor Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6451162.Emma_Hart AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/Emma-Hart/e/B00A3QSV0M/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1410362990&sr=8-2-ent Wild Temptation Wild #1 By Emma Hart Available August 18, 2014 Synopsis In this sexy new CALL series spin-off series by New York Times bestseller Emma Hart, enter the intense world of a no strings relationship and experience addiction like you never expected... The moment I walked in to find Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British--my mind-blowing one night stand--as my photographer for the shoot that could change it all, I knew life was throwing me a curveball. The moment he, Tyler Stone, walked into my best friend’s apartment, I knew that curveball was heading straight for my gut. The hit comes in the form of a no-strings proposition… One that gives him utter control over my body. If I surrender, that curveball is steadily en-route for a collision course with my heart. He’s a sex addict. I’m a love addict. This is temptation. Purchase Links Excerpt Well, this is awkward. And I don’t mean nervous-giggle awkward. I mean turn-around-and-run-for-your-fucking-life awkward. Recognition flashes in his dark eyes when he sees me. Heat flares briefly, too quickly for Clara to notice it, but slowly enough that I know I wasn’t imagining it. That same heat flushes up my neck and colors my cheeks. Yep. This is going from bad to worse. “Thanks, Clara. Shut the door on your way out.” Alone? “But—” “Sheila knows I shoot alone. Get out and shut the door.” He’s talking to her but his eyes are focused on me. I lick my lips as Clara makes another halfhearted attempt to argue and he shuts her down once more. I trace his face. His unruly, dark hair is swept to one side, keeping out of his equally dark eyes. His cheekbones are defined and his jaw is strong, angular. And his lips are…curved in amusement at having caught me staring at him. The slam of the door jolts me back to reality. Kind of. I still have hot-man haze. I mean, crap. “This is a turn of events I wasn’t expecting.” His accent is crisp and what the hell is it about the British accent? “Yep.” I fiddle with the belt on the robe. “It’s certainly a surprise.” It’s not every day that your one-night stand becomes your photographer. “At least there’ll be no…awkwardness.” He drops his gaze to my hidden body and I swallow. Oh, no. He’s definitely seen my body. And touched it. And licked it. I shift uncomfortably. Nope. Not even going there. Eyes off the bed please, Olivia. “Let’s get unnecessary introductions out of the way, shall we?” He steps toward me. My lips curl into a smile. “It’s not unnecessary if you don’t know the other person’s name.” Giveaway Wild Attraction The Prequel to Wild Temptation Synopsis When I walked into the club, my plan was to finally seduce my ex-boss. But I don’t expect him, the man with his dirty British mouth and sexy as sin smirk. I don’t expect the way he takes one look at me and claims me for his own... Or the way he craves control. Because I crave to give it. It doesn’t matter if something darker lingers in his eyes, or desperation tinges his touch. It doesn't matter if those things nudge at my addictive personality. The rules are simple: One night. One f*ck. Run. Get Wild Attraction for Free Pre-Order Book 2, Wild Addiction Now About The Author By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to a terrible two year old and growing bump, due September 2013. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of juice and writes books. She likes to write about magic, kisses and whatever else she can fit into the story. Sarcastic, witty characters are a must. As are hot guys. Emma is currently working too many books to even count - including Playing for Keeps, the companion book to the New York Times and USA Today bestselling novel, The Love Game. She likes to be BUSY - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to when all the ideas come to life. Links GOODREADS |
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