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.
morals and ideals. It was no different than most, I supposed. The cop who has
to shoot someone in self-defense. The soldiers that go to war and raid villages
in the name of freedom. Everyone makes excuses for what they do, because they
believe in it. Because they believe they are in the right.
almost classy, narco. I at least wanted to bring purpose and grace to what I
did. I didn’t believe in killing mercilessly. I believed in mercy, in
forgiveness, in giving people second chances. I believed in letting people go
after I got what I wanted from them.
we were dealing and fighting and killing to be in a billion dollar industry. I
believed that religious celebrations were to be respected. I believed that
family came first. I believed that women and children would not be harmed.
Never mind the needless, senseless deaths that were already at my hands over
the last few months. Never mind that I had broken promises to others, to
myself. Dirty, filthy promises. It was then and only then that I knew I had
lost who I was. That every moral fibre that I based myself on was threadbare
and I was close, oh so close, to losing all sense of myself forever.
was reeling from her own words, the callous ones that reached deep inside me
and left a scar, I knew I might have damaged her beyond repair. I could heal
myself in time, but could she? Would we?
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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