I just added Dirty Angels by Karina Hale to my never ending reading list. This dark romance/suspense sounds really good. Read an excerpt below.
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
(unedited,
subject to change before publication)
Excerpt 1:
It was a picture of a woman in white strapless wedding dress, very fluffy
and extravagant from the waist down. Her hands were clasped demurely at her
front, her face caught in a nervous smile.
She was extremely beautiful but that was to be expected. The country’s most
flagrant excuse for a drug kingpin would never marry anyone less than stunning
and this woman, Luisa, fit the bill. But despite her body, with her round,
perky tits and elegant neck, her long dark hair and classic face, there was
another layer to her that immediately got me hard. It was this look in her
eyes. They were so pure and soft, giving her radiance that seemed to leap off
the page.
I wanted nothing more than to have her on her knees, have her fix those
round, angelic eyes on me and watch as I pin her down and come right into them.
I would take her purity and make her see the world for what it really was – a
hot, sticky mess at the end of my dick.
“I bet she’d be a tight little fuck,” Este leered over my shoulder.
I shot him a disgusted look. “She’s not a whore, Este,” I chided him.
“Not to you,” he said, as I looked at the next picture of her, now with
Salvador at her side.
“I mean it,” I said, my eyes drawn to her again and again. “No one is
touching her. Not you, not Franco.”
“I give you my promise,” Este said. “But Franco can barely control himself
around the whores.”
“No one is touching her,” I repeated. “She will be our hostage. She is
collateral. No one is laying a hand on her.”
“Except for you, I assume.”
She almost seemed too good to even touch. I couldn’t wait to break her.
“She is very valuable,” I admitted.
I flipped through a couple of more photographs and grew harder at each one.
I wished Este would just fucking leave so I could deal with it. I almost wished
Laura was still alive so I could flip her over and come all over her back. I
never fucked the women around here, but that didn’t mean I didn’t use them when
I needed to.
“You know,” Este said, his lazy voice starting to grate me. “If Martin had
been there close enough to spy on them, close enough to photograph, why didn’t
you just get him to put a bullet in Salvador’s head? Especially if Martin was
going to die anyway.”
I eyed him warily, disappointed that he could be so rash. “Because life is
a game and we’re all just trading cards. We play the right hand to get ahead.”
I studied the smiling, ignorant face of Sal as he stared at his bride. “Death
stops the game. It’s too final, too inflexible. Death is viciously stubborn.”
When Este didn’t say anything I looked up to see a dull gleam in his eyes.
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, annoyed at his ineptitude. “What
good would killing Salvador do? Right? David Guirez or whoever, anyone,
someone, they would step in and take over faster than you can shit after your
coffee and nothing will have changed. Look at Travis Raines. The moment he
died, I was able to slither on through to the top, to right here, right now.”
“Only because you killed Travis,” he noted. “More or less.”
“We killed Travis,” I corrected him. “Anyway, the point is that the dead
make lousy deals. If we want the shipping lane, we have to force him to give it
to us. Killing him does nothing. Taking his new bride, now that will do
something.”
“You sound so sure,” Este said walking around the desk.
“I have no reason not to be sure,” I said. “They are newlyweds. He needs
her, he wants her. We will get her soon, before he gets bored of her cherry
ass. Sal has pride. We all do. It is our weakness. I know that enough about
myself to know it about others.”
He smoothed his hand over the stubble on his chin and gave me a smooth nod.
“All right.”
I stared at a photo of them at the altar, a lavish outdoor ceremony. He was
gazing at her with that pride I was talking about. And she was staring at him
with a look that was all too familiar to me.
“She doesn’t love him, though,” I commented, almost to myself.
“How can you tell?” he said, taking a step closer and peering at the photos
again.
I swallowed uneasily and then shrugged it off. “I just can. She doesn’t.”
“So is she marrying him for money then?”
I took the papers and sorted them until they were neat and evenly stacked
before slipping them back into the envelope. “Probably. Does it matter?”
“No. So when do we act?”
“Soon,” I said, putting the envelope in the first drawer. I knew I’d be
taking it out again after he left.
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