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.
Supposedly.
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.
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EXCERPT
“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.
“Drake.”
“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?”
TWISTED BOND
TANGLED BOND
TETHERED BOND
TIED BOND
About 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.
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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