October 06, 2016

Burning Bond by Emma Hart • RELEASE BLITZ & REVIEW




Brody Bond. The youngest homicide detective in Holly Woods. My best friend’s younger brother. Off. Freaking. Limits. I’ve told myself that for the past five years, and I’m going to keep telling myself that. Besides—I’m kind-of dating Jason. I don’t need Brody. I shouldn’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, I’m holding down the fort at Bond P.I. Or I was… until I stumbled upon a young woman who’d been attacked while walking my dog. Jason thinks it’s the latest in a long line of gang-rapes happening across three states. Brody thinks I’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. I’m almost certain I’m in love with the other. Ride or die just got a whole lot realer.

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Review by: Tatia 

Why did it have to end??!! I loved everything about this book! I loved getting to really know Bek better. We've always just known her has Noelle's best friend, but now she gets her chance to tell her story, and boy is it a good one! 

Whose team am I on? 
Team Jason? 
Team Brody? 
Team Bek? Which would be telling her to forget them both and go her own way. (Insert Music) "You can go your own waay! GO YOUR OWN WAAAAAY!" (Cut the music). I'm sorry, but Fleetwood Mac cannot be contained! 
Anyway, where was I? Right! Bek forgetting both of their asses, which at times she'd be better off doing...like during their pissing contests. Damn dogs have to mark everything. 
Bek had a lot on her hands. With Noelle out of town, she was in charge of running Bond P.I. And it wouldn't be a true Holly Woods Files story without some mystery and drama. I think Bek has had enough to last her a lifetime now. Being thrust in the middle of it all on top of having to deal with Brody and Jason would be enough for anyone. 

The back and forth, the does he want me, am I good enough, who do I choose, it all made for a story that I could not put down. In typical Emma Hart fashion, she'll have you laughing one minute and on the edge of your seat, on the verge of tears the next. I was listening to music while reading and the perfect song happen to come on at a pretty intense moment, and I couldn't stop the waterworks. Bek's story is one that, before I had even finished, I wanted to start over again. That's what I did after reading the last page. I knew there was no way that I was ready to let her go, so I immediately turned back to the beginning and started over. It's that amazing! 

5 Stars 

Review by: Tracy 

Book 6, yes 6, of the Hollywood's files. This one could technically be read as a standalone alone, you should read from the beginning so these characters have a great build up in your mind. Trust me, you want to read these laugh out loud books in the series. 
Seeing as how I absolutely adore Noelle in the other books in there series, I knew I was going to like Bek just as much. We really only knew Bek as Noelle's BFF. This time Bek gets her one story. And boy does she! Having to not only deal with the the trouble that is lurking with Noelle away, but being confused on which man she actually really truly loves. 
I can honestly say only one bad thing and that's the love triangle. And that's not because the author didn't do a hell of a job giving the reader the romance, comedy and angst that would come with a triangle. But because they just aren't my cup of tea, I always pick the one they never end up with, then I get angry with the character. 

4 Stars 



“Danger! Danger! Danger!” Gio screams. “Danger! Neenaw neenaw neenaw!”
“Jesus Christ, Nonna!” Brody yells, rubbing his ear. “What the hell is that?”
Nonna stops. “He-a likes CSI.”
I blink. Gio watches CSI?
“You let your parrot watch murder TV shows?” I ask.
Si. He-a likes it.”
“Neenaw neenaw neenaw!” Gio flaps his wings.
“What is the neenaw about?” I say quickly when he stops.
“He-a is-a a police-a car,” 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.
“Nonna, you need a quieter pet,” Brody tells her. “That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.”
She snorts. “He will-a learn-a a fire engine next!”
“I'm leaving.” I grab my purse and stand up.
Nonna grabs my arm, stands me up, and spins me toward the dining room—and away from the wannabe siren with a heartbeat. “No. You-a must-a help me.”
“Nonna,” I say gently, hoping to placate her and trying not to think about the fact that I dropped my purse on the floor. “They haven't set a wedding date. This can wait until they're home.”
She shakes her head. “No. She-a does-a not-a care about-a napkins!”
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.
“Neenaw!” Gio cries through the house.
Brody slams the dining room door, cutting him off. “That goddamn bird, Nonna.”
Nonna clasps her hand to her chest. “Take-a it-a back!”
“I'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,” he grinds out. He grabs the samples and, flicking through them halfheartedly, selects the most god-awful pattern I've ever seen. “Here. This is nice.”
“If you're blind,” 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.
“One of these three.” I pull them from the clip and put them on the table. “Trust 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.”
“What's wrong with the one I picked?” Brody asks me indignantly.
I cast my gaze upward. “It looks like it lost a fight with a paper shredder and a glue stick,” I say slowly so he gets every word. “No. I'll be held responsible, and it's not happening.”
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.
“I like-a this one.”
“No,” I say firmly. “One of these.” I hand her the best three.
Brody groans. “Why can't she just use paper napkins?”




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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