All is well in Holly Woods.
My best friend’s love triangle is now a happy little circle. My sister-in-law just gave birth to my gorgeous new niece who is the world’s best cuddler, and Nonna’s not on my back every ten minutes about the fact we’re getting married in one month.
Until the mayor’s niece—our baker for the wedding—commits suicide. At least, that’s what the note says. My gut says we’re talking a different kind of ‘cide.’ My gut also says I should stay well away, and in the interest of Drake’s sanity, I plan to.
But when life throws you an unexpected curveball… Sometimes the best laid plans need tearing up.
Even if you don’t mean to do it.
Happily ever after…
If Holly Woods survives this.
(Twined Bond is the seventh and final book in the Holly Woods Files series, and picks up roughly)
Spoiler Free Review
Wow! What a way to end a series! Admittedly, I am a little late to the game. I read book 6 before I read books 1-5 and then I HAD to go back and get books 1-5. I devoured them in 4 days flat. No joke! I wasn’t doing this great series justice by just reading the final two books.
Twined Bond is the conclusion of Drake and Noelle’s story and before you read any further, you should know you will never get a spoiler from me. So, if you are hoping for one, you’re in the wrong place. Now back to the goodness that is this book…
As I was saying, this is the conclusion to Drake and Noelle’s story and what a journey it has been. These two have had a rough road to travel, but through it all, they always had each other. Now it is finally time for their wedding and it is not one to miss. Of course, this wouldn’t be a Holly Woods Files book without a mystery and a side of death. Every beloved character shows up in the book and there are so many great Nonna moments!
Suffice it to say, this was a great and satisfying ending to a fantastic series. I laughed, I cried, I yelled and most of all, I loved.
Emma Hart continues to amaze me and I am now proud to say I have read every single thing she has written and published!
“Tell that to my ovaries.”
“I think I did last night when I hugged Casey.” He winks at me.
I playfully shove his chest. “It made me think. That’s all.” I slide my hand down his stomach and, in a small voice, say, “I think you’d be a great dad.”
He smiles, pressing his lips to mine. “And you’ll be a great mom. When you figure out how to be an adult.”
I hit him again. Much harder this time.
He laughs, stepping back and moving to the coffee machine. “Stop getting your panties in a twist over every little detail, okay, babe? Take everything one step at a time and let me help you. Instead of freaking out in your office alone, call me.”
“What if you don’t answer?”
He shrugs, hitting the button on the machine. “Leave me ranty messages and I’ll come with cupcakes,” he says over the gurgling of the coffee spitting into his mug.
“And just like that, he makes me forget why I was ever worried about marrying him,” I tease.
He simply looks over his shoulder, smirks, and throws me a second wink.
And an idea flies through my head.
A crazy, stupid, ridiculous idea.
The moment the coffee machine stops, the kitchen fills with silence.
One that makes my idea buzz loudly.
“Mhmm?” He turns around, still stirring sugar and cream into his coffee.
“What if we did it? Got married. Eloped but kinda didn’t.”
“You’re confusing me now, sweetheart.”
I’m confusing myself. But still… “We’re registered, right? We both have each other’s rings in the safe in the closet. Why don’t we just…do it?”
He stills, but his blue eyes swing from his mug to meet my brown gaze. “Are you suggesting we blow off the ceremony, grab our rings, and go see Father Luiz right now?”
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.