Detective Drake Nash: hot, alpha, bossy, and… mine.
Now, if someone could tell his ex that... I don’t care if
the summer fayre is coming to Holly Woods and she’s on the planning committee.
What I do care about is sugar-filled food, bright lights, late nights… and
danger. The type that won’t come in the form of Nonna’s new cantankerous
British parrot, Gio. (Please see the damage done to Mom’s 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, I’m in danger. Only this time, it isn’t because of my clients—this
time, I’m in danger because of who I am… Because of my heritage.
And despite the HWPD’s best efforts, the bodies keep on
piling up.
Drake’s determined to protect me. I’m determined that I can
do it myself.
Danger. Mystery. Darkness. Malice.
It’ll be a miracle if any of us make it out of this with
guns unfired, cupcakes still frosted, and hearts intact…
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My Review
I have to say I love this series. I didn't think that she could get much better than she did with her last book from these two however she did.
The chemistry between Drake and Noelle is of the chart steamy. The hot Alpha male that is Drake Nash is the one thing that no matter what Noelle cant seem to stay away from. They have fought their feelings and temper's for one another from Book 1 and that doesn't change in this book. Although they have come a very long way from the start they still have this I love to Hate you foreplay that seems to work for them. Through out the crazy that they find themselves in they somehow still mange to have snarky comments, Bullets and yes CUPCAKES. These two have some crazy steamy off the charts scenes that are also sweet, caring Head trips that will make you laugh out loud from the threats that they make. No matter what is going on they always seem to find a way to each other.
I think for me one of the best parts of these books is the crazy old lady that seems hell bent on driving the whole family to the lunny bin. None other than Nonna. I really didn't know how Emma was going to top the crazy that she gave us in Nonna from the last book but boy oh boy did she ever.
I personally cant wait for the next part of this journey that Emma has been taking us on with these two.
5 STARS
*REVIEWED BY DAWN*
EXCERPT
EXCERPT
“Dinner’s
cold,” I mumble against him.
“Don’t
care.” The smile is gone, and there’s nothing but his kiss.
It
consumes me. It always does. It’s like a hurricane and a tornado swirling
inside me, washing through me like a tsunami. All sugar obsessions aside, I’ve
never been truly addicted to anything.
If
I had to pick one thing to be addicted to for the rest of my life, it’d 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 he’s 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 I’m supposed to do, really.
“And
the mess?” I ask.
“You
can clean it up later,” he answers, carrying me upstairs.
“That’s
the first time you’ve ever left a mess anywhere.”
Unlike
me. He’s the sponge to my dirt.
“What
can I say?” He drops me onto his bed and leans over me, his eyes glinting
devilishly in the lower light of his bedroom. “I’m stressed the fuck out, and
if it’s between cleaning a smashed glass or being inside you, I know which one
I’d rather pick.”
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.
“Fine.”
I pull his face down to mine. “But if you’re stressed, then we do it my way.”
He
can’t 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.
“All
right,” 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 other’s without as much as a second thought.
“Right,”
I say, sitting up. “Roll over. Massage time.”
Drake
stops. His cock is pushing right against my wet pussy through my panties, and
I’m certain I’m 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.
“Fuck
the massage.”
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 didn’t 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 can’t 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.
Author Bio:
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.
