Series: Holly Woods Files #3
on November 13th, 2015
Genres: Alpha Male, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense
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Detective Drake Nash: hot, alpha, bossy, andÔÇª mine.
Now, if someone could tell his ex that... I donÔÇÖt care if the summer fayre is coming to Holly Woods and sheÔÇÖs on the planning committee. What I do care about is sugar-filled food, bright lights, late nightsÔÇª and danger. The type that wonÔÇÖt come in the form of NonnaÔÇÖs new cantankerous British parrot, Gio. (Please see the damage done to MomÔÇÖs 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, IÔÇÖm in danger. Only this time, it isnÔÇÖt because of my clientsÔÇöthis time, IÔÇÖm in danger because of who I amÔÇª Because of my heritage.
And despite the HWPDÔÇÖs best efforts, the bodies keep on piling up.
DrakeÔÇÖs determined to protect me. IÔÇÖm determined that I can do it myself.
Danger. Mystery. Darkness. Malice.
ItÔÇÖll be a miracle if any of us make it out of this with guns unfired, cupcakes still frosted, and hearts intactÔÇª
Tethered Bond is the third installment of Emma HartÔÇÖs ÔÇ£Holly Wood Files Series.ÔÇØ ItÔÇÖs a full-length romantic suspense novel and the highly anticipated continuation of Drake and NoelleÔÇÖs story and cannot be read as a standalone.
ItÔÇÖs time for the yearly, two-week summer fair to come to the small Texas town of Holly Woods. The fair is not only a tourist attraction, but itÔÇÖs also something the natives look forward to and take great pride in. When suddenly women start to go missing, the police is struggling with finding a motive behind it. And once again, Noelle is hired by the mayor to assist the police department to investigate and hopefully find the killers. However, working with Drake puts a strain on their relationship.
Throughout the story, Noelle is her usual sarcastic, loud mouthed, take-no-shit self that we are used to from the previous two books. Her fiercely independent nature however is the one thing that might jeopardize her relationship with Drake. ItÔÇÖs that independence that puts her in harmÔÇÖs way repeatedly, and DrakeÔÇÖs alpha nature canÔÇÖt abide that. Which is another reason, besides them working together, that puts a strain on their relationship.
However, itÔÇÖs by overcoming these difficulties that their relationship evolves, and becomes more serious. I love how we get to see their relationship grow and overcome obstacles in this book. Also, we get to experience the usual dry humor we have come to expect from Emma Hart. Humor that is well-displayed in the banter between Drake and Noelle, but also within NoelleÔÇÖs family. Her Italian-American family, especially her Nonna, make for hilarious instances that will have you laugh out loud repeatedly. It is clear that the Bond family loves one another, even if they fight like cats and dogs on most days.
Tethered Bond is written in Emma HartÔÇÖs well-known writing style that flows nicely and is perfectly paced for a romantic suspense plot to keep you on the edge of their seat. I love the ÔÇ£Holly Woods Files SeriesÔÇØ and always look forward to reading them. They keep you not only entertained at the characters antics, but also turning the pages in order to solve the mystery. Emma Hart knows how to write suspense. I continue to love Noelle and Drake and cannot wait for the next one to be released!
~Review by Anja
ÔÇ£DinnerÔÇÖs cold,ÔÇØ I mumble against him.
ÔÇ£DonÔÇÖt care.ÔÇØ The smile is gone, and thereÔÇÖs nothing but his kiss.
It consumes me. It always does. ItÔÇÖs like a hurricane and a tornado swirling inside me, washing through me like a tsunami. All sugar obsessions aside, IÔÇÖve never been truly addicted to anything.
If I had to pick one thing to be addicted to for the rest of my life, itÔÇÖd be his kiss.
He grabs my thighs and hoists me onto the counter. I scream at the suddenness of the movement, and my hand hits my glass. It goes flying off the counter and lands on the floor with a smash, water and glass shards spreading across the floor.
Drake stills, stares at me for a second, then looks at the mess. His erection is pressing into my thigh, and I can see heÔÇÖs weighing his options.
Clean or sex?
He wraps his arms around my waist and hauls me onto his shoulder.
Fuck. Holy fuck.
Instead of screaming, I laugh. I have no idea what else IÔÇÖm supposed to do, really.
ÔÇ£And the mess?ÔÇØ I ask.
ÔÇ£You can clean it up later,ÔÇØ he answers, carrying me upstairs.
ÔÇ£ThatÔÇÖs the first time youÔÇÖve ever left a mess anywhere.ÔÇØ
Unlike me. HeÔÇÖs the sponge to my dirt.
ÔÇ£What can I say?ÔÇØ He drops me onto his bed and leans over me, his eyes glinting devilishly in the lower light of his bedroom. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm stressed the fuck out, and if itÔÇÖs between cleaning a smashed glass or being inside you, I know which one IÔÇÖd rather pick.ÔÇØ
Heat coils in my lower stomach, settling into a throbbing ache I feel right through my pussy. I curl my fingers around the collar of his shirt and pull his face down to mine.
ÔÇ£Fine.ÔÇØ I pull his face down to mine. ÔÇ£But if youÔÇÖre stressed, then we do it my way.ÔÇØ
He canÔÇÖt say a word as I wrap my legs around his waist and use all of my strength to drag him over onto the bed. He laughs as I land on top of him, grinning, and straddle him.
ÔÇ£All right,ÔÇØ he agrees, sliding his hands up my legs. One stops on my butt, but the other trails all the way up my spine until his fingers are buried deep in my hair. He eases my face down to his and our lips come together easily, finding each otherÔÇÖs without as much as a second thought.
ÔÇ£Right,ÔÇØ I say, sitting up. ÔÇ£Roll over. Massage time.ÔÇØ
Drake stops. His cock is pushing right against my wet pussy through my panties, and IÔÇÖm certain IÔÇÖm flushed, but I do my best to keep a straight face. He yanks my dress up and his palm connects with my ass. I half gasp, half scream as he throws me off him, onto my back, and covers my body with his.
His eyes burn hotly, sending desire flooding through my body at lightning speed. His hands find mine, our fingers linking together, and he pins them above my head. I smile coyly, dragging my bottom lip between my teeth.
He says only three words.
ÔÇ£Fuck the massage.ÔÇØ
And fuck the massage he does.
His assault on my mouth is greedy. Every kiss is deeper and harder than the last, and I revel in each one. I didnÔÇÖt know how much I needed him, how much he needed me, until right this second when the promise of each other is within touching distance.
The way he undresses us both is hurried, every item of clothing being thrown to a heap on the floor. Each touch we share is a blazing inferno that sets sparks flying across my skin, and the desperate way he plays my naked body until he teases my wet pussy with the head of his hard cock is almost cruel yet exciting.
When it gets to be too much, when I canÔÇÖt take any more, I tilt my hips up.
He pushes inside me in one thrust, every single one of my nerves tingling in delight.
And he shows me exactly what he thinks of my fucking massage.