
In the book "Twisted Bond" by Emma Hart, readers are taken on a thrilling journey with Noelle Bond, an ex-cop turned private investigator in Holly Woods, Texas. The story unfolds as Noelle and her P.I. team stumble upon a murder mystery involving a dead body found on their property, leading them to trade in their usual cases for something more sinister. As the plot thickens, Noelle finds herself working closely with the by-the-book cop, Drake Nash, unraveling a web of secrets and facing danger as they try to catch the killer before more bodies pile up. The writing style combines elements of romance, humor, suspense, and mystery, keeping readers engaged with witty dialogue, a colorful cast of characters, and a cleverly written whodunnit storyline.
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Sensitive Topics/Content Warnings
Content warnings may include murder, crime-related themes, and potential sensitivity around family dynamics.
Has Romance?
Twisted Bond contains a medium level of romance, highlighted by sexual tension and humorous banter between the leads, though some readers find it lacking in depth.
From The Publisher:
"I'm an Italian-Texan woman in a family full of cops. I'm passionate and shoot before I think. You only f*ck with me if you're stupid." Photograph cheating spouses.
Hand over the evidence. Cash my check. That was my plan when I returned home to Holly Woods, Texas, and became a private investigator. Finding the dead body in my dumpster? Yeah... Given the choice, I think I would have opted out of that little discovery, especially since all three of my brothers are cops.
And my Italian grandmother is sure the reason I'm single is because of my job. Of course, my connection to the victim is entirely coincidental. Until I'm hired by her husband to investigate her murder and shoved bang-smack into the path of Detective Drake Nash.
My nemesis, a persistent pain in my ass, and one hell of a sexy son of a bitch. Shame he still holds a grudge from that time I shot him in the foot twelve years ago, or we could have something.
In another life. So now all I have to do is avoid my nonna's blind dates, try not to blackmail my brothers into giving me confidential police files, and absolutely do not point my gun at Drake Nash. Or kiss him. Or jump his bones. All while I hunt down the killer.
Sounds totally simple-until a second body proves that sometimes things that start as coincidences don't always end up that way...
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