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Dirty Promises
(Dirty Angels #3)
by
by
Karina Halle
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Release Date: September
15, 2015
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Synopsis ~
Blood. Sex. Revenge.
Being king comes at a brutal
price.
Drug
lord Javier Bernal has sliced and diced his way to the top of the Mexican drug
trade, presiding over the country's largest cartel. But his rise to power comes
at a brutal price: the death of his sister, Alana. Devastated and wracked with
guilt, he turns away from his new wife, Luisa, forcing their marriage into a
steady decline. But it isn't until she's pushed into the waiting arms of
Esteban Mendoza, his right-hand man, that Javier realizes everything he's lost.
And
it isn't until he learns the truth about Alana, that he realizes everything
there is to gain.
Blood
will spill.
Cities
will burn.
Heads
will roll.
Because
Javier will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants.
And
what he wants is raw, ruthless revenge.
Dirty Promises is the third and final book in
the Dirty Angels Trilogy. While the other two books - Dirty Angels and Dirty
Deeds - can be read as standalones, it is recommended you read at least Dirty Angels
before reading Dirty Promises.
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Excerpt ~
My gun began to feel heavy in my hands. I needed
to use it, and soon.
Light was seeping in underneath the door, so I
pushed my goggles up on my head and slowly pushed it open.
The kitchen was empty, and the only light came
from above the stove. The fridge hummed and the house was silent except for
muffled laughter coming from down the hall.
A terrible scream splintered the room.
A man’s scream.
Had the ambush already begun?
I exchanged a worried glance with Diego as we
heard doors further down the hall being flung open. Footsteps.
People ran past the kitchen, heading up the stairs
toward the scream, not bothering to look our way.
All of them except for Juanito, that was.
He stopped dead in his tracks at the archway, staring
at us like we were ghosts. I couldn’t help but grin.
He snapped out of it, reaching for his gun, but
mine was already aimed at him. I shot him in the kneecaps, both of them, just
as his gun fired, bullets cracking the ceiling.
Then, as if on cue, all of the outside erupted in
gunfire. The sound shook the walls, and through the rattling windows bursts of
light filled the sky. My army was here.
I ran over to Juanito who was screaming in pain,
and picked him up by the collar, shaking him.
“All right you little fuckface,” I sneered at him,
trying to fight the urge to strangle the fucking life out of him. “Tell me
where Esteban is and I’ll make your death painless. Don’t tell me and I’ll
break your bones with a hammer. Which one is it?”
His screaming wouldn’t stop. I shook him again.
“You can’t protect him now. You’ll never fucking walk again and he sure as hell
won’t give two fucks about a pathetic piece of garbage like you. So talk.”
But before he could, Diego was calling out my
name. I let go of Juanito, rolling over him just in time as the air above me
burned with bullets. Diego fired back at the assailants, and I kept rolling
until I was behind the kitchen island. I quickly reached for the grenade which
I knew could take out enough of them without damaging the structural integrity
of the house, and tossed it out of the kitchen. It rolled down the hallway.
They yelled at each other to move but it was too
late. I pressed my hands over my ears as the blast went off.
“Jesus, Javi,” Diego swore as pieces of plaster
rained down on him. “You haven’t even moved back in yet.”
I didn’t care if it was sloppier than my usual
methods — it was efficient. I scrambled to my feet and stared at the wreckage.
There was a ragged hole in the wall, smoke and flames licking the edge.
I shrugged. “I wanted to open up that room
anyway.”
Miraculously, or something of that nature, Juanito
was still alive, holding on to his bleeding and blasted knees as he writhed on
the floor.
He was missing half his face though, so it wasn’t
like he escaped the explosion unscathed. He was very scathed and crawling for
freedom.
I covered my nose and mouth with the crook of my
elbow and walked into the smoke, letting it wash over me. Juanito looked up at
me with what was left of him, begging for mercy with an outstretched hand.
I stepped on his hand instead, crunching the bones
beneath my boot.
“That was for my sister,” I seethed. “I know you
intercepted her call when she was calling me for help.”
“Javier, we have to go,” Diego said, coughing and
coming over to stop me. A war was raging around me, but none of it mattered.
All that mattered was an eye for an eye.
This time I stomped on Juanito’s arm, driving it
in with all my might, like I was squashing a cockroach, until I felt it break
beneath me.
He screamed.
I smiled.
But I was the furthest thing from happy.
And Juanito couldn’t even speak at this point. His
mouth was a flap of burning skin, covering a gaping hole. He was useless.
I slid the hunter’s knife out of its sheath, and
with one swift motion, stabbed it downward into the top of his skull.
The screaming stopped.
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~ About the Author ~
Karina
Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and The New York Times,
Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author of Where Sea Meets Sky,
Racing the Sun, The Pact, Love, in English, The Artists Trilogy, Dirty Angels
and over 20 other wild and romantic reads. She lives on an island off the coast
of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot
of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books.
Halle is represented by the Waxman Leavell Agency
and is both self-published and published by Atria Books/Simon & Schuster
and Hachette in North America and in the UK.
Hit her up on Instagram at @authorHalle , on
Twitter at @MetalBlonde and on Facebook. You can also visit www.authorkarinahalle.com and sign up for the newsletter for news,
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