Friday, September 18, 2015

Blog Tour + Excerpt + Review: Dirty Promises by Karina Halle

Title: Dirty Promises
Series: Dirty Angels, Book 3
Author: Karina Halle
Genre: Adult Suspense
Publish Date: September 15, 2015
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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.


Dirty Promises is a book like no other. I had so many emotions ... every emotion, throughout the book. Feelings of hatred, understanding, love, disgust and thrill. It is unreal how Karina can exude so much from her readers. A+ on that front!

Javier is a disturbed man, since the death of his sister. Before then, he was messed up, but nothing even remotely close to how he became afterward. There were parts of the story where my stomach turned, just thinking that he was doing the things that he was. Even worse .. his wife Luisa knew of his endeavors. Although she did not understand, nor like what he was up to .. she accepted it as much as she possibly could. Somewhere deep own inside was a good man and she knew it.

Luisa did everything to try and bring back her old Javier .. the man that she loved, the one that she wanted, but being the patron came with it's advantages, that just did not apply to her. Esteban has a few tricks up his sleeve, things that Javier would never expect, being his right hand man. Will Javi become wise to his ways? Will he take action and stop him before it gets bad? Luisa ... can she bring Javier back from the brink? Does love conquer all?

I really do not want to dive any deeper into the story, in fear of spoilers. Just know that Karina has a fan for life. I thoroughly enjoyed the turmoil that she put me through. It was worth reading to the end. When things may seem to be too much ... push through and continue .. it is definitely worth your time. Happy reading!

***4.5 Bars***

Holy. Wow. I don't even know where to begin with this series. As stated by the author, Dirty Angels has to be read first. Dirty Deeds I think would have been a good in between book, as it does focus on a character in Dirty Promises. Karina Halle, you have gained another fan, and I plan on picking up another book by you in the near future. 

Luisa Chavez doesn't ask for much in her ho-hum life. She takes care of her parents, and goes to work at the shady bar, owned by a shady owner down the street in San Los Cabos. It's a job, and she is thankful for it, except for the nights that Bruno is in a mood, and asks her to do things that she doesn't think he should ask her to do. When drug lord, Salvador Reyes, steps forward with an offer she can't refuse, she takes it, and runs in the other direction. There was no question as to her taking it would make her happy; her parents would be taken care of. That was all that mattered to her. Then, she is captured. By none other than Javier Bernal. The other local drug lord that reigns over much more than Luisa knows. At first it is a simple thing; Luisa is his hostage, his captive, and he is the captor. 

But things get much, much more complicated as they become closer in Dirty Angels.

Dirty Promises took a completely different turn, and we see a side of Javier, and Luisa that I never expected to see. Javier was a man looking for revenge. To bring whomever killed his sister to their ultimate death. When things take a turn for the worse, and I mean, much worse, all hell breaks loose within his empire. Captured by the federales, forced to wear an orange jumpsuit, forced to look his right hand man, and his wife in the eye, and know the truth, he becomes a ravaged man on the hunt for those that have hurt him. Never mind the hurt, destruction, and turmoil he has brought to others. 

All in all, these two books were great reads. I devoured them within hours of each other. There really was no guessing work, but Karina did such a great job of keeping the story fresh, and bringing the reader to expect the unexpected that I was just floored at some of the instances that happened throughout Dirty Promises. A must read, and one of my top 15 for 2015!

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.

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.

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