Blog Tour: Burning Bond (Holly Woods Files #6) by Emma Hart

Today is my stop during the blog tour for Burning Bond (Holly Woods Files #6) by Emma Hart. I’ll share an excerpt of the book and some teaser images.

burningbond_final-ebooklgTitle: Burning Bond
Author: Emma Hart
Series: Holly Woods Files #6
Genres: Contemporary Romance

Brody Bond. The youngest homicide detective in Holly Woods. My best friendโ€™s younger brother.
Off. Freaking. Limits.
Iโ€™ve told myself that for the past five years, and Iโ€™m going to keep telling myself that. Besidesโ€”Iโ€™m kind-of dating Jason. I donโ€™t need Brody. I shouldnโ€™t even want him, but want him, I do.
Not that I have time to think about it. With Noelle and Drake in Mexico for two weeks, Iโ€™m holding down the fort at Bond P.I. Or I wasโ€ฆ until I stumbled upon a young woman whoโ€™d been attacked while walking my dog.
Jason thinks itโ€™s the latest in a long line of gang-rapes happening across three states. Brody thinks Iโ€™ve added a target to my back. Getting to the bottom of it is at the top of my to-do list.
Two men, both determined to protect me.
I think I could love one. Iโ€™m almost certain Iโ€™m in love with the other.
Ride or die just got a whole lot realer.


โ€œDanger! Danger! Danger!โ€ Gio screams. โ€œDanger! Neenaw neenaw neenaw!โ€
โ€œJesus Christ, Nonna!โ€ Brody yells, rubbing his ear. โ€œWhat the hell is that?โ€
Nonna stops. โ€œHe-a likes CSI.โ€
I blink. Gio watches CSI?
โ€œYou let your parrot watch murder TV shows?โ€ I ask.
โ€œSi. He-a likes it.โ€
โ€œNeenaw neenaw neenaw!โ€ Gio flaps his wings.
โ€œWhat is the neenaw about?โ€ I say quickly when he stops.
โ€œHe-a is-a a police-a car,โ€ Nonna says in the kind of dry tone that says I should know that.
Like it’s totally fucking normal for a parrot to pretend to be a police car.
โ€œNonna, you need a quieter pet,โ€ Brody tells her. โ€œThat’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.โ€
She snorts. โ€œHe will-a learn-a a fire engine next!โ€
โ€œI’m leaving.โ€ I grab my purse and stand up.
Nonna grabs my arm, stands me up, and spins me toward the dining roomโ€”and away from the wannabe siren with a heartbeat. โ€œNo. You-a must-a help me.โ€
โ€œNonna,โ€ I say gently, hoping to placate her and trying not to think about the fact that I dropped my purse on the floor. โ€œThey haven’t set a wedding date. This can wait until they’re home.โ€
She shakes her head. โ€œNo. She-a does-a not-a care about-a napkins!โ€
I don’t blame her. I’m not gonna lie. I don’t care about napkins, either. At least, not right now. There are far bigger things to worry about.
โ€œNeenaw!โ€ Gio cries through the house.
Brody slams the dining room door, cutting him off. โ€œThat goddamn bird, Nonna.โ€
Nonna clasps her hand to her chest. โ€œTake-a it-a back!โ€
โ€œI’m going to damn you if you don’t get on with this. I’m supposed to be on a lunch break, not a torture break,โ€ he grinds out. He grabs the samples and, flicking through them halfheartedly, selects the most god-awful pattern I’ve ever seen. โ€œHere. This is nice.โ€
โ€œIf you’re blind,โ€ I say sarcastically, reaching across and taking them from him.
It’s even uglier at closer look. I don’t know what Nonna was drinking when she picked these, but it must have been Moonshine or something. I can’t even describe the vile mixing of lace and satin on that swatch.
โ€œOne of these three.โ€ I pull them from the clip and put them on the table. โ€œTrust me. I’m not being responsible for Noelle having to wipe her mouth with a napkin that looks like it lost a fight with a paper shredder and a glue stick.โ€
โ€œWhat’s wrong with the one I picked?โ€ Brody asks me indignantly.
I cast my gaze upward. โ€œIt looks like it lost a fight with a paper shredder and a glue stick,โ€ I say slowly so he gets every word. โ€œNo. I’ll be held responsible, and it’s not happening.โ€
Nonna wrinkles her nose as she puts her glasses on and examines the swatches I’ve handed her. Honestly, if she brings them any closer to her face, she’ll be able to feel them. Then she selects a fourth.
โ€œI like-a this one.โ€
โ€œNo,โ€ I say firmly. โ€œOne of these.โ€ I hand her the best three.
Brody groans. โ€œWhy can’t she just use paper napkins?โ€


emma-hartAbout 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.


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