Bøger af Emma Hart

One date with the sexier-than-sin Detective Drake Nash. Simple. Until you take into account that my brother finally proposed to his girlfriend, so Nonna is on a warpath-and the crazy old bat has Cupid by the balls. The upcoming mayoral elections has everyone running on full speed, and while I couldn't give any less craps about the corrupt Holly Woods mayor's office, a dead body in the middle of a campaign speech has me thrown right into the middle of it. The victim is close to the mayor, but all he cares about is minimizing the damage to his campaign, so he hires me to work alongside Drake to close the case as quickly as possible. Bad news for our tentative relationship. We disagree far more than we agree, but being at loggerheads won't get this murder solved... Or deal with the arrival of someone from his past. The mysteries behind the murder aren't the only things unraveling, and despite being knee-deep in lies and corruption and bonds so tangled they're almost indecipherable, I have to figure out if I'm willing to fight for Drake the way I do justice... Or if he'll be my one who gets away. (TANGLED BOND is the second book in the Holly Woods Files series. Although there isn't a cliffhanger, this book does not stand alone and TWISTED BOND must be read first.)

One hot mess. One hot boss. One too many hot encounters...It's not you. It's me.No, seriously. It is me. Not only does my name literally mean "unfortunate," but that's the story of my life. Everything I touch turns to crap. An apartment fire-that I swear I was not responsible for-means I'm living back at home with my sex-mad parents. Yay, me!Which is why I need my new job as personal assistant to Cameron Reid to get back on my feet. Three months in this job and I can move back out and, hopefully, remember to turn off my flat iron once in a while. Ahem. On paper, my job is easy. Make coffee. Book appointments. Keep everything in order.Until I walk in on my boss, half-naked, wearing nothing but the kind of tiny white towel that dreams are made of.Now, nothing is easy-except our mutual attraction. But he's my boss, and you know what they say about mixing work and pleasure: unless you do p*rn, it's just not worth it.Or is it?

When bestselling romance author Ellie Aarons finds herself with chronic writer's block, she's pretty sure all she needs is a change of scenery. A beautiful lakeside cottage with her cat seems like a good idea.She's wrong. She needs more than a change of scenery-she needs a muse.Which is why it's so irritating that she's drawn to the enigmatic but grumpy Duke of Windermere who owns the estate she's staying on.They don't get along-not in the slightest. They could not be more different, which is why it's so irritating that Max seems to be the muse she's been looking for. No matter how hard she tries, she can't help but picture him as the hero in her next book.Oh, well. There's really not a lot she can do about it. The muse wants what the muse wants.Except Sir Winston Purrchill keeps exploring the goat barn, and Max's delivery of him for the fiftieth time means he sees her manuscript open on her laptop.He knows instantly that she's writing about him. The story she's written reflects their entire relationship until now, but that spicy scene?That hasn't happened. Yet.Max is ready to compromise-he'll give her the inspiration she needs for her novel, but she has to stop asking why he's so against the relationship his grandmother desperately wants him to have.With her deadline looming, Ellie has no other option but to agree.She just hopes that she won't do what her heroine is doing.And fall in love with the duke.

Dirty cocktails, deadly enemies with a red-hot attraction, and one big, crazy, Greek family--what could possibly go wrong?Hiring my brother's best friend was not on my to-do list.Neither was he.Expanding my dirty cocktail bar into food was supposed to be easy, except finding a chef in my little town of Whiskey Key is anything but.Until Parker Hamilton comes home--bringing his Michelin starred chef's hat with him.He has no work. I need someone like him in my new kitchen.There's just one problem: I hate his cocky, filthy-mouthed, sexy-as-hell guts.Even if I might want him. Just a little...Working for my best friend's sister? Not on my to-do list.She's another story.Whiskey Key was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, except I haven't reached the heights I have by lying in a hammock drinking cocktails. So when Raven Archer is desperate for a chef, I offer up my skills.I'm bored. She needs what I can give her.Except there's a problem: I've always hated her.Her and her big, blue eyes, sassy mouth, and killer curves.If only I didn't want her.

One accidental pregnancy. One fake husband. What can go wrong?There's nothing like starting your Monday morning with a positive pregnancy test.Trust me, I know. Because I'm looking at one right now.All I can think is: Oh, hell. My grandmother is going to kill me.This might just send her to an early grave, so there's only one option-pretending the father is my new husband.If only he'd agree to fake it.Kai Connors was supposed to be nothing more than a one-night stand. A long, dirty, one-night stand fueled by one too many tequila shots, where the only promise was to never speak of it again.But if my unfairly sexy next-door neighbor gets his way, this fake marriage could turn out to be very, very real...The Girl Next Door paperback includes the prequel short story, The One-Night Stand Next Door.

If anyone asks, I knew better than to flash my boobs for Mardi Gras beads.I still don't know why I did it.Maybe it was the dare from my two best friends. Maybe it was the guys on the balcony saying they'd throw Fireball shots with the beads.Or maybe it was the quiet guy in the corner of that same balcony with piercing gray eyes, wavy dark hair, and a smile so tempting I wanted to climb up there and lick it off his face.Maybe it was because I never thought I'd see them again.Not that it matters. Not today.Because the hotel I manage was finally bought-and the guy who walks in and introduces himself as my new boss is Mr. Tall, Dark, and Silent.There are many upsides to being single.Your new boss knowing what your boobs look like?Not one of them.(THE UPSIDE TO BEING SINGLE is a standalone, romantic comedy from the author who brought you MISS FIX-IT and BEING BROOKE.)

If I thought Holly Woods was crazy before, I was wrong. Devin is finally married. Nonna's on the wedding warpath. Drake might be getting ideas. His mom just dropped a bombshell, and Bek is caught between a hot as hell FBI agent and my super-sweet little brother. And I still don't have the shoe closet Drake promised me when he moved in six months ago. At least there's one positive: the old, abandoned Holly Woods Theater is about to reopen, and there's nothing like a theater opening to bring people together... And make crazy grandmothers forget proposal agendas. Until that theater comes with a dead body. A very, very, very dead body. Chaos is coming to town. Everything I've ever known about Holly Woods might just be about to change. (TWIRLED BOND is book five of the Holly Woods Files series and the series must be read in order.)

From New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart, comes another hilariously wild romantic comedy about being the third wheel in your friendship and, um, accidentally having sex with your best friend's brother...My name is Carly Porter... And I'm really good at bad decisions.How do I know this, exactly? Well, not including the time I accidentally bleached my eyebrows or sprained my ankle changing a lightbulb...I had sex with my best friend's brother.Zeke Elliott has been a thorn in my side for eleven years. A very sexy, very tempting, very freaking annoying one. With big...hands.And now my clitoris has a crush on the guy.Seriously. I can't look at him without my vagina performing accidental kegels. Which would be fine, but he's Cain's brother. I hate him. He's off limits, right?Right.

Detective Drake Nash: hot, alpha, bossy, and... mine. Now, if someone could tell his ex that... I don't care if the summer fair 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... (Tethered Bond is book three in the Holly Woods Files series, and while it doesn't end in a cliffhanger, it doesn't stand alone. Twisted Bond and Tangled Bond must be read prior to Tethered Bond to fully appreciate the story.)

New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart, brings together two polar-opposite single parents in the second book in the sinfully sexy Vegas Nights series. Detective Adrian Potter had a lot to answer for. I didn't care that he was tasked with shutting down the city's most prolific hookers.I cared that he was stopping me from providing for my daughter.He didn't care.Not at all.Until I broke down in the backseat of his car... And he let me go.Adrian was a single parent, too. He knew how hard I had it. At least, he thought he did.He had a job. He had people who cared. He didn't know just how lucky he was.My name is Perrie Fox.I was a whore of the highest value.Until Detective Adrian Potter.Until the tattooed, redemption-seeking detective entered my life, looking for his fairytale.The cop and the hooker.Happily ever fucking never.You've met one Fox sibling.Now meet the other...(LUST is book two of the Vegas Nights series. While it is a standalone, the time frame does overlap with scenes in the previous book, SIN. You can, however, read LUST without reading SIN.)

From New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart, comes an all-new awkward romcom about what happens when you mix tequila with your best friend--and the bedroom.The official description for this hilarious best-friends-to-lovers romantic comedy is coming soon!

Sometimes the past becomes the present... And he's hot, cocky, and British. Leila Burke expected a lot of things when she joined her brothers on tour in Europe. He wasn't one of them. Jase Masters had no idea what to expect when he agreed to support Dirty B. on tour. She definitely wasn't it. It's been eighteen months. He remembers that night a little too well. She insists she has no idea who he is. He's rugged and determined. She's wild and free. Together, they're a tornado. Keeping it from touching down is the least of their worries.

TOP TIP: Don't put out an online ad offering your services as a fake date. Someone will take you up on it.And it won't just be for one night.And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I ended up being Mason Jackson's fake girlfriend.He didn't even want me to be. No-his sister was solely responsible for me being his date for his ten-year high school reunion.Now, she's responsible for telling his parents our relationship is real.We have no choice. We have to act like this isn't all a mistake, like it's not all fake, like we're totally, completely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with each other.Simple, right?Wrong.

"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...

There are some things you just have to deal with.Like your hot as hell college booty call moving in next door with his adorable daughter.The only time we've ever gotten along is under the sheets. Old habits die hard because two minutes on my front porch is how long it takes us to bicker.Not that a little fact like that bothers my healthy, eighty-year-old grandmother and roommate who's determined to see me married before she bites the dust.Unfortunately for me, she's got her eye set on Cameron Black.She's barking up the wrong tree. He's not The One, no matter how much I swoon when I see him with his daughter. I have no intentions of rekindling anything with him-until a rubber spider in my mailbox starts off the mother of all neighborhood prank wars, just like the ones we had in college, and throws me right into his path.One that leads right to his bedroom...

BAD IDEA #241: Sending a dirty text to your number neighbor.In my defense, my friends did it too, and their neighbors took it as the joke it was.Mine didn't. He responded with a dirty text of his own. Next thing I know, I have a standing texting date every night at ten-thirty.Until I have to miss it because the stray kitten who adopted me one week ago is sick. The only person I know who can help me at this time of night is my British next-door neighbor and local vet, Isaac Cooper.I'll keep him overnight, he says. Here's my number to call me in the morning, he says.The problem?I know that number.Because I've been texting it every night for the last four days...

From New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart comes a swoony, hilarious romcom about what happens when you find yourself snowed in at Scottish castle... with only one bed to share with your aristocratic fake boyfriend... Literally colliding with the hottest guy in the world and agreeing to be his date to his sister's wedding? Done... for some reason. Finding out he's actually an aristocrat and will one day inherit an ancient Scottish dukedom and castle? Yep, that's a surprise.Sharing a bed with him at said castle because his family thinks I'm his girlfriend? Okay, I'm sure I'll survive. Even if he does make my heart pitter-patter and my lady bits-uh, never mind.Dealing with his family feud, his bridezilla sister, and his grandma's gobby cockatiel who fancies himself the castle alarm system? It's... well, it's... something.Oh, and a snowstorm, keeping my real identity a secret, trying to figure out where the heck I know the Glenroch family from, and why his mum keeps looking at me weirdly?Yeah, that I'll need some help with...

Taking a work call for my best friend in my undies? Check.Filling in for her after an emergency and getting mistaken for her? Check.Royally messing it all up until the hot duke-in-waiting I hate but can't keep my hands off steps in to save me? Uh, check... Yes, yes, that all sounds wonderful, doesn't it? Until you consider I now have to plan and execute an 80th birthday party for The Dowager Duchess of Devon, and I can't organise my hairbrushes. The current duchess is the ultimate Type-A personality, determined to micromanage the entire thing.I'm a type... XYZ...LMNOP... Maybe not even that.When all my attempts go to hell in half a handbasket-I can't even mess up properly-the only hope I have to pull this thing off is duke-in-waiting Hugo Edwards.The dreamy, handsome, makes-my-heart-pitter-patter, arrogant tosspot Hugo Edwards.He and his brother are the only people who know who I really am. The success of their grandmother's party relies on us getting along long enough to make it happen-and me and Hugo keeping our hands off one another behind closed doors.None of which is easy to achieve.When my best friend shows up to take over from me, the fact that I've fallen for Hugo is the least of my worries...

Holly Woods is going to hell in a handbasket-but this time, Satanists aren't to blame. Halloween is. Nonna doesn't understand why there are skeletons and demons everywhere. Mom is threatening to stitch a devil into Nonna's pillowcase if she doesn't shut up. Bek is bumbling over a date with Jason, the handsome FBI agent who conveniently got himself relocated to Austin, and I... Well. I'm considering running away to a town without the crazies. Nothing new here. Everything is going smoothly-too smoothly-and I can't shake the feeling that something is about to happen. Drake insists I'm being paranoid... But when a body turns up at the Holly Woods Halloween party, we have a whole lot more than a murderer to worry about. Because the prime suspect is his mom. And it's my job to prove she's innocent. (Tied Bond is the fourth book in the Holly Woods Files series and while it is a complete story, it cannot be read as a standalone. It is preceded by Twisted Bond, Tangled Bond, and Tethered Bond.)

What do you do when you're the reigning kissing booth champion but the only person you want to kiss is your best friend's brother?Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women. Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin'-uh.I do care that he's doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain-making him my competition in this year's kissing contest.Why do I care, you ask? Because I've had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was sixteen years old, but I also know it's never going to happen.He's the Creek Falls bachelor to die for, and I'm the Creek Falls racoon lady who puts peanut butter sandwiches out for them every night.I'm not going to let him break my four-year-long reign-no matter how many times he breaks the rules and slides the curtain across to do the one thing he's not allowed to: Kiss me

Two mechanics. One rivalry.She'll prove she's as good as she says she is.He'll prove her place isn't under the hood.It's over it."Don't let the bastards get you down."For twenty-six years, I lived by my daddy's motto. Which is why "Mechanic Wanted" is all it takes for me to apply for the job at the garage we once owned. And I meet the biggest bastard of them all.Dexter Ryne. Hotter than Hell in July and a firm believer that my place is on reception, taking phone calls and looking pretty. Not getting dirty under the hood of a car. Determined to prove each other wrong, we make a deal.I have three weeks to prove my worth as a mechanic. If I don't, I'm on telephone duty.If I do, he'll accept defeat and make my job permanent. Now, all I have to do is fight my attraction to the cocky little... beep.Problem is, an engine isn't the only thing he knows how to make purr...(MISS MECHANIC is a brand new, standalone romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart.)

She's a high class call girl. He's taking over his father's business. Seven years ago, they fell in love in Paris. They walked away at the end of the summer, never imagining they'd meet again. Now he's her client.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. Which is a real problem when the attraction runs red-hot.Trust me. I know. The only reason I decided to renovate my family's ice-cream store was to serve up a sundae full of revenge for my a-hole ex who opened an ice-cream store right next to mine.It was supposed to be simple. Renovate. Reopen. Put his peachy butt out of business.Until he decided to get under my skin-and broke my toe. Now, I'm stuck with Chase in my store every day, helping me renovate. But he's also in my head, and I'm spending a little too much time up against his abs.Not that it's the worst place to be. But it doesn't change anything. I still hate him, and I'm still going to get my revenge.Right?

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.

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-kind of-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. (Twined Bond is the seventh and final book in the Holly Woods Files series, and picks up roughly nine months after the end of Burning Bond. It cannot be read as a standalone, but may require tissues.)

Let your homeless best friend stay with you, he said. Being roommates will be fun, he said. It's only temporary, he said.He never said I'd fall for him.You know what isn't 'temporary?' The endless stream of dirty socks in my bathroom and empty food packets under the sofa-and don't even get me started on the hot guys who take over my living room every Sunday to watch sports.I can't take anymore. So I propose a roommate agreement. One that will bring peace and order back to my life, complete with rules that might just stop my newfound crush on my best friend in its tracks.After all, there's only so many times you can see your best friend naked before you start to lose your mind.Rules. They're meant to be broken... Aren't they?

WANTED: ROOMMATE. Must be tidy, polite, and absolutely not my brother's hot as sin best friend. I have no idea why I said yes.Maybe I'd had one too many wines. Maybe I'd done it accidentally. Maybe I'd been sleep-texting.One thing I know for sure is this: I absolutely do not want Ethan Hawkins in my apartment, up in my business, taking over my space. Yet he's here. Moving his stuff into my spare bedroom. Sending a wave of panty-melting, musky man-scent my way every time he walks past me. Here's the thing.We don't get along-at all. We never have, and I don't think we're going to start now that we're under one roof. There's also that little issue where I'm kinda, sorta, totally in love with him...Uh-oh.