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.
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 5 Stars
Reviewed by Robin
Javier is a broken and bloodthirsty man. He has nothing left to give Luisa from his empty soul that craves destruction. Distracted, he leaves that opening for Esteban to work his plan. Este wants everything that Javier has. He’s waited for his chance to be King. Drive a wedge between Luisa and Javier…check. One after another, things fall into place and will it be too late for Javier to see what is happening to his kingdom?
“I thought for a moment that perhaps I had lost my mind. Never mind the needless, senseless deaths that were at my hands over the past few months. Never mind that I had broken promises to others and to myself. Dirty, filthy promises. It was then and only then that I knew I had lost who I was. That every moral fiber that I based myself on was threadbare, and I was close, oh so close, to losing all sense of myself forever.”
This is probably one of the most intense trilogies I have ever read. The brutality in the story not only against Luisa but also the men involved in the cartel livelihood is shocking. I could not put the story down with all of the twists that came flying at me. I always crave stories that are unpredictable, and Dirty Promises definitely delivers. Esteban is a man who is pure evil incarnate. No matter how many times Javier became violent, I’ve always loved him. Granted, he was a little more unlovable in this story than his normal egomaniac self but I’ll let that slide. My favorite scene deals with Javier being height challenged, and we’ll leave it at that.
I will say that if you have issues with violence against women and being held captive and tortured then this book is probably not one for you. Don’t subject yourself to being an unhappy camper. I am a sick individual and enjoy disturbing myself. The writing and story idea is phenomenal, and I highly recommend this series and the Artist Trilogy to anyone who enjoys suspenseful and gritty stories that keep you guessing. I still have a book hangover!
All my life, I thought I could operate under my own code of 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.
I had always thought of myself as a somewhat civilized, 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.
I believed that to snitch was an outrage, that even though 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.
For a moment, I thought that perhaps I had lost my mind. 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.
It scared me. I watched Luisa leave the room and though I 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?
I didn’t think so.
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.
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