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Title: 

Dirty Angels 

(Dirty Angels Trilogy #1)

Author: 

Karina Halle

Genre: 

Dark Romantic Suspense

Release Date: 

June 15, 2014

 

Synopsis:

 For Luisa Chavez, a twenty-three year old former beauty queen, a better life has always been just out of her reach. Sure, she’s had men at her feet since she was a young teenager but she’s never had the one thing she’s craved – security. Having grown up in near poverty, her waitressing job in Cabo San Lucas can barely let her take care of herself, let alone her ailing parents. Every day is another unwanted advance, every day is a struggle to survive.

When Salvador Reyes, the depraved leader of a major Mexican cartel, takes an interest in her, Luisa is presented with an opportunity she can’t afford to pass up. She’ll become Salvador’s wife and exchange her freedom and body for a life of riches – riches she can bestow upon her deserving parents. But Luisa quickly finds out that even the finest wines and jewels can’t undo the ugliness in her marriage, nor the never-ending violence that threatens her every move.

Soon, Luisa is looking for an escape, a way out of the carefully controlled life she’s leading. She finally gets her wish in the worst way possible.

As it is, being the wife of Salvador makes her an ideal target for rival cartels and there’s one particular man who needs Luisa as part of his cartel’s expansion. One particular man whose quest for power has destroyed lives, slit throats and gotten him out of an American prison. One particular man who will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants.

That man is Javier Bernal. And he wants Luisa. He wants to take her, keep her, ruin her.

Unless she ruins him first.

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Excerpt:

“You’re a very dirty man.”

“Filthy,” he corrected me. He smacked my ass lightly, causing me to jump. “Oh, that’s just fucking beautiful.”

He did it again and again, not enough to hurt but enough to sting. Each time, he licked the place where his handprint would have been. Then, with one hand he gently pried my ass cheeks open. I couldn’t help but cringe.

“You need to relax,” he whispered. “This won’t hurt. And I’m sure you took a bath this morning, didn’t you?” I murmured yes in response. “Then you’re clean and you have nothing to worry about.

As for me, I’d take you anyway I can. It’s all exquisite to me.”

He was right. He was filthy.

“Relax, Luisa,” he said again. “Relax.”

And so I tried.

The first contact from his tongue made me shudder. The sensation was so entirely new to me, but what wasn’t at this point. Yet his mouth, lips, tongue, were all warm and wet and gentle and I found my body immediately relaxing into the steady motion. I pushed aside all thoughts about how impure this was. Purity had done nothing for me, anyway. It was better to be dirty. It was better to take what you could. It was better to embrace your lustful, needful, animalistic side because that was the side that lived.

About the Author 

With her USA Today Bestselling The Artists Trilogy published by

Grand Central Publishing, numerous foreign publication deals, and self-publishing success with her Experiment in Terror series, Vancouver-born Karina Halle is a true example of the term "Hybrid Author." Though her books showcase her love of all things dark, sexy and edgy, she's a closet romantic at heart and strives to give her characters a HEA...whenever possible.

Karina holds a screenwriting degree from Vancouver Film School and a Bachelor of Journalism from TRU. Her travel writing, music reviews/interviews and photography have appeared in publications such as Consequence of Sound, Mxdwn and GoNomad Travel Guides.
She currently lives on an island on the coast of British Columbia where she’s preparing for the zombie apocalypse with her fiance and rescue pup.

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Title: 

Love, in English

Author: 

Karina Halle

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Synopsis

He’s thirty-eight. I’m twenty-three.

He speaks Spanish. I speak English.

He lives in Spain. I live in Canada.

He dresses in thousand-dollar suits. I’m covered in tattoos.

He’s married and has a five-year old daughter. I’m single and can’t commit to anyone or

anything.

Until now.Because when they say you can’t choose who you fall in love with, boy ain’t

that the f*#king truth.

***

To a restless dreamer like Vera Miles, it sounded like the experience of a lifetime. Instead

of spending her summer interning for her astronomy major, she would fly to Spain where

she’d spend a few weeks teaching conversational English to businessmen and women, all

while enjoying free room and board at an isolated resort. But while Vera expected to get

a tan, meet new people and stuff herself with wine and paella, she never expected to fall

in love.

Mateo Casalles is unlike anyone Vera has ever known, let alone anyone she’s usually

attracted to. While Vera is a pierced and tatted free spirit with a love for music and

freedom, Mateo is a successful businessman from Madrid, all sharp suits and cocky

Latino charm. Yet, as the weeks go on, the two grow increasingly close and their

relationship changes from purely platonic to something...more.

Something that makes Vera feel alive for the first time.

Something that can never, ever be.

Or so she thinks.

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Title: 

Love, In English

Author: 

Karina Halle

Genre:
Contemporary Romance

Release Date: 

April 20, 2014

Synopsis

He’s thirty-eight. I’m twenty-three.

He speaks Spanish. I speak English.

He lives in Spain. I live in Canada.

He dresses in thousand-dollar suits. I’m covered in tattoos.

He’s married and has a five-year old daughter.

I’m single and can’t commit to anyone or anything.

Until now.

Because when they say you can’t choose who you fall in love with, boy ain’t that the f*#king truth.

***

To a restless dreamer like Vera Miles, it sounded like the experience of a

lifetime. Instead of spending her summer interning for her astronomy major, she

would fly to Spain where she’d spend a few weeks teaching conversational English

to businessmen and women, all while enjoying free room and board at an isolated

resort. But while Vera expected to get a tan, meet new people and stuff herself with

wine and paella, she never expected to fall in love.

Mateo Casalles is unlike anyone Vera has ever known, let alone anyone she’s

usually attracted to. While Vera is a pierced and tatted free spirit with a love for

music and freedom, Mateo is a successful businessman from Madrid, all sharp suits

and cocky Latino charm. Yet, as the weeks go on, the two grow increasingly close

and their relationship changes from purely platonic to something…more.

Something that makes Vera feel alive for the first time.
Something that can never, ever be.

Or so she thinks.

Excerpt

Claudia shrugged and pulled down at her yellow tee. “Not my problem. Eduardo is nice but Ricardo is really nice.”

“How did it happen?” I asked, kinda wanting the sordid details.

She was coy. “The way it usually happens.”
 

“Did you make the first move?”

Another shrug. “Why not?”

I swear, a shrug and a “why not?” were the

Spaniards’ go-to answer for everything.

“Well, then I guess it seems safe—and a little

boring now—to tell you that I have a crush on someone.”

Her brows quirked up. “Other than Mateo?”
“What?”

“You are sleeping with Mateo, no?”

“WHAT?!”

“No?”

“No!” I exclaimed, appalled. “Why does everyone

keep thinking that?”

“Because you are always together,” she said

simply. She took a sip of wine. “The attraction is very obvious. So, I figured you must

be sleeping together.”

“He’s married!”

“Yes, but you are not.”

I shook my head adamantly. “It’s wrong. I don’t

want to be the other woman. I’ve seen my dad go for the other woman, and I can’t

put Mateo’s daughter through that,” I said. “Or his wife,” I quickly added.

“That doesn’t mean that you can’t have feelings for

anyone else.”

“Yes, it does mean that.”

“Maybe you are meant to be together.”

“We’re not! There isn’t even a together. We’re

just friends. I haven’t done anything about it, and so far my feelings are totally one-
sided.”

Claudia got up off the couch and brought a pack

of cigarettes out of her front jean pocket. “If you think it is on the one side, you have

not seen the way he looks at you.”

She walked over to her small patio table and

pulled out a chair. I got up and stormed after her, my nerves dancing excitedly.
 

“What do you mean, the way he looks at me?”

I asked, lowering my voice in case there were people around listening. I felt like

bouncing off the walls.

She slid the ashtray toward her as I sat down. “You

do not see it. But I do. I think everyone does. He looks at you like…like you’re his

favorite food.”

“Favorite food?”

She lit her cigarette. “Yes. You’re like his favorite

food in the whole world. He wants to have you, eat you, devour you. He thinks about

you all the time, craves you. But he cannot have you for one reason or another.

Perhaps you upset his stomach. Maybe he is on a diet, yes? All he wants is a taste,

but he cannot even have that. That is how he looks at you.”

I sat there, stunned, as some of her smoke blew

in my face. That’s how Mateo looked at me? Like he wanted to eat me? I was pretty

sure that’s how I looked at him. Just last night I was contemplating nibbling on his

earlobes.

“And yes,” she said, leaning closer to me, a small

smile on her lips, “that is also how you look at him.” Great, a mind reader. “But you

are more subtle about it. You try not to let everyone know. But, we know.”

“There is nothing to know,” I reminded her,

poking the table with my finger for emphasis. “We are not sleeping together. He is

married. I have a crush. That is it. The end of the story.”

“A crush?” she questioned. “Vera, I think you’re in

love with him.”

No fucking way. Not love. That did not happen

with me, not ever and not now.

“You can’t fall in love in a week,” I told her

heatedly.

“You can fall in love in a second,” she said with a

snap of her fingers. “The heart has no regard for time.”

With that sobering thought, Claudia told me about

her ex-boyfriend and how they fell in love at first sight then took the conversation

back to Ricardo and their exploits. I envied her so badly right then and there. She

could fawn over Ricardo, kiss him, fuck him, and no one would ever bat an eye. It

was okay for them to be together. It wasn’t forbidden.

I gulped the rest of the wine and left her

apartment, heading back to reception to meet Cristina for my next one-on-one, my

mind and heart and hormones all over the place. Lo and behold, Mateo was walking

up the path toward me.

He was on the phone, smiling.

His shirt was off and slung over his shoulder,

exposing his bare chest, abs, and arms.

Holy fuck.

For a moment, I was sure that time had stopped.

Or maybe ever single nerve, cell, vein, bone, muscle in my body just slowed as I took

him all in.

From his thick-veined forearms to his sculpted

shoulders and broad chest peppered with neatly-trimmed chest hair, to his six-
pack abs, he had, by far, the best body I’d ever seen on a man. He kept himself in

fine-ass shape, looking more like a young athlete than anything else. He and David

Beckham had more in common than I thought, although David’s skin tone wasn’t

as mesmerizing. Mateo’s color was amazing, just beautiful, this dark, golden bronze

that covered him everywhere. I wanted so badly to just touch him, to lick the sheen

of sweat off his skin. I bet he tasted like victory.

And to think this was the man that Claudia said

wanted to taste me.

I really, really wanted to believe her.

Meanwhile, I was just standing there like I was

melting into a puddle of myself. I clamped my mouth shut as he walked past and I

heard him say into the phone, “No, mi tesorito, it was easy, I didn’t injure myself.” He

was beaming, talking about the game, to his wife. To his tesorito. And he called their

relationship complicated? This was complicated.

He winked at me in acknowledgement, his smile

becoming broader. I tried to smile back but it wouldn’t come. I just stared at him,

feeling stupid, foolish, and strangely rejected. In a perfect world I may have been his

favorite food, but it still wasn’t what he got served every day. I turned around and

walked down the hill, my heart feeling like a pincushion.

“Vera!” I heard him call out from behind. I stopped

and nervously glanced over my shoulder. He was holding the phone’s receiver to his

chest, grinning at me. “I need to ask you your question.”

“What?” I asked, hoping it was quick.

“Who is your favorite Spaniard here?”

Seriously?

And yet I couldn’t lie to him.

“You,” I said, more to myself than to him. Then I

turned around and walked away as quickly as I could.

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With her USA Today Bestselling The Artists Trilogy published by Grand Central Publishing, numerous foreign publication deals, and self-publishing success with her Experiment in Terror series, Vancouver-born Karina Halle is a true example of the term "Hybrid Author."  Though her books showcase her love of all things dark, a sexy and edgy, she's a closet romantic at heart and strives to give her characters a HEA.... whenever possible.

Karina holds a screenwriting degree from Vancouver Film School and a Bachelor of Journalism from TRU. Her travel writing, music reviews/interviews and photography have appeared in publications such as Consequence of Soud, Mxdwn and GoNomad Travel Guides.  She currently lives on an island on the coast of British Columbia where she's preparing for the zombie apocalypse with her fiance and rescue pup. 

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Title:

 DirtyAngels 

(Dirty Angels #1)

Author: 

Karina Halle

Release Date: 

Spring /Summer 2014

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18281528-dirty-angels?ac=1

Synopsis

For Luisa Chavez, a twenty-three year old former beauty queen, a better life has always been just out of
her reach. Sure, she’s had men at her feet since she was a young teenager but she’s never had the one thing she’s craved – security. Having grown up in near poverty, her waitressing job in Cabo San Lucas can barely let her take care of herself, let alone her ailing parents. Every day is another unwanted advance, every day is a struggle to survive.
When Salvador Reyes, the depraved leader of a major Mexican cartel, takes an interest in her, Luisa is presented with an opportunity she can’t afford to pass up. She’ll become Salvador’s wife and exchange
her freedom and body for a life of riches – riches she can bestow upon her deserving parents. But Luisa quickly finds out that even the finest wines and jewels can’t undo the ugliness in her marriage, nor the never-ending violence that threatens her every move.
Soon, Luisa is looking for an escape, a way out of the carefully controlled life she’s leading. She finally gets her wish in the worst way possible.
As it is, being the wife of Salvador makes her an ideal target for rival cartels and there’s one particular man who needs Luisa as part of his cartel’s expansion. One particular man whose quest for power has destroyed
lives, slit throats and gotten him out of an American prison. One particular man who will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants.
That man is Javier Bernal. And he wants Luisa. He wants to take her, keep her, ruin her. Unless she ruins him first.
***WARNING*** This book deals with drug cartels and as such it contains a lot of sex and violence and some violent sex. It can get pretty ugly, pretty dark and pretty crazy. There is drug use, abuse, a bit of torture
and dubious consent. The hero is not a hero and the villains...well, they're even worse. If this sort of thing bothers you, please do not read. This ain't no cupcake farting unicorn kind of book***

Excerpt

There was a strange moment of silence and I concentrated hard, trying to hear more than the obvious. They were all waiting.

Waiting for the order. Waiting for the man in charge to speak.

He did.

It came from the left of me. His voice was cool, calm and collected. I didn’t have to see to know who had taken me. The man I’d heard so much about. The man I’d been taught to fear.

“Gentleman,” he said and I could almost feel his infamous eyes on my body, “remove the bag.”

There was a rustle and my face was immediately met with cool air that seized my lungs and bright lights that blinded me. I scrunched up my face, afraid to look, to see. Now it was all so real and I wanted to stay in the
dark.

“Who did this?”

Suddenly cool hands were at my swollen cheek and I flinched.

“Who did this?” my captor repeated, an edge to his level voice, his cigar-laced breath on my face.

“Sorry,” Franco mumbled. “It was the only way to quiet her.”

A heavy pause filled the room like deadweight.

Finally the fingers came away from my skin and my body relaxed momentarily. I felt the man stand in front of me, bending over so he was in my face, the spicy scent of tea and tobacco emanating off of him.

“Look at me Luisa Reyes.”

Chavez, I thought to myself, I will always be Luisa Chavez.

“Darling, aren’t you curious to where you are?”
 

“My name is Luisa Chavez,” I said. I opened my eyes to see golden ones staring right back at me. It was like looking at an eagle.

“And I know where I am. I know who you are. You are Javier Bernal.”

He raised his brow in amusement and nodded. I’d seen his picture before, on the news. There was only one and that was his mugshot but even in that photo, his eyes made an impression on you. They saw right into
your depths and made you question yourself. He was one of the men whom Salvador feared, even though Salvador had more power. He was the one I had been told to watch out for, the supposed reason why I’d always been locked in the compound or escorted by the local police to go shopping.

And yet here I was, tied to a chair in a cold, leaking basement with nothing in it except five cartel members, a video camera and a knife that lay on top of a stool in front of me.

All of that for nothing. I could escape Salvador but I could never escape the cartels.

I had asked for this fate.

“You know why you’re here,” Javier said with deliberation, straightening up in his sharp black suit. He walked over to the stool, swiping up the knife, and glancing at me over his shoulder. “Don’t you?”

I could only breathe. I wanted to look at the others, at Este, at Franco, at the two other mystery men, but I was frozen in his gaze like a cow in headlights.

“What is the knife for?” I asked, my throat painfully dry.
 

“You’ll find out after,” he said. “It is for your husband. For your Salvador.” He stepped to the side and waved his arm at the camera. “And this is also for him.”

He eyed someone over my shoulder and gave a sharp nod. I heard a rip from behind and a piece of duct tape was placed over my mouth. I squirmed helplessly and the lights in the basement dimmed. The men
stepped to the side while Javier went behind the video camera. A white light came off the front of it and bathed me in an eerie glow.

Javier cleared his throat, his face covered in shadow and said loudly, projecting to the camera, “This is Luiza Reyes, former beauty queen of the Baja State and property of Salvador Reyes. Salvador, we have your wife and we have a long list of demands, demands which I know you can meet. I expect full cooperation in this matter, or she dies in the next seven days. If she’s lucky. I’ll give you some time to think about what you’re willing to give up for her. Then we’ll be contacting you. Good bye.”

The light on the camera switched off but the rest of the room remained dim.

“I hope your husband checks his emails often. It would be a shame to have to put this on YouTube.”

There was a smirk on his face at that as he slowly walked toward me, the knife glinting in his hand. His eyes burned through the shadows, then grew somber.

He held up the knife. “I think it’s only going to hurt the first time.”

My eyes focused on the silver of the blade but the terror inside me grew too strong and my urge to breathe through the duct tape became too difficult. My lungs seized in panic, pulsing dots appeared in my vision.

I felt a hand on my collarbone, gripping the edge of my blouse and then everything went black.

About the Author 

With her USA Today Bestselling The Artists Trilogy published by Grand Central Publishing, numerous

foreign publication deals, and self-publishing success with her Experiment in Terror series, Vancouver-born Karina Halle is a true example of the term "Hybrid Author."

Though her books showcase her love of all things dark, sexy and edgy, she's a closet romantic at heart and strives to give her characters a HEA...whenever possible.

 Karina holds a screenwriting degree from Vancouver Film School and a Bachelor of Journalism from TRU. Her travel writing, music reviews/interviews and photography have appeared in publications such as Consequence of Sound, Mxdwn and GoNomad Travel Guides. She currently lives on an island on the coast of British Columbia where she’s preparing for the zombie apocalypse with her fiance and rescue pup.

Karina is represented by Scott Waxman of the Waxman Leavell Literary Agency.

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