Book Two in Karina Halle's raw, gritty and scorching-hot Dirty Angels Trilogy.
The second dark, twisted and dangerously hot Dirty Angels book from the author of The Artists Trilogy, The Pact, and Love, in English. Set in the world of lawless, lethal Mexico, fans of Joanna Wylde, Kristen Proby and Tarryn Fisher will be blown away by this electrifying series.
Beautiful Mexican air hostess Alana Bernal is accustomed to men falling at her feet. And with her messed-up family, she's used to tragedy following her around. But she's never experienced love - real, rip-your-heart-out, all-consuming love. That's until she meets Derek Conway - a hard-bodied American ex-soldier with steely eyes and a commanding presence.
A chance encounter in Puerto Vallarta, and a weekend of hot sex and mindless passion, leads to something more - something deadly. Because Derek isn't the type of man to fall in love, or stick around. And he's not in Mexico for a holiday.
He's a heartless killer-for-hire who does ugly jobs for the highest bidder. And for Alana and Derek, the highest bidder has the power to bring their world crashing down around them. The highest bidder can destroy everything.
Look out for DIRTY PROMISES, Book Three in the explosive Dirty Angels series. And don't miss The Artists Trilogy, for more wild, intoxicating action.
Dirty, dangerous and utterly addictive - Totally Booked
Dirty Angels is a story about power vs. weakness, good vs. evil, strategy vs. threat. All in all, it's like a game of chess with the addition of scorching-hot sex - My Book Muse
The daughter of a Norwegian Viking and a Finnish Moomin, Karina Halle grew up in Vancouver, Canada with trolls and eternal darkness on the brain. This soon turned into a love of all things that go bump in the night and a rather sadistic appreciation for freaking people out. Like many of the flawed characters she writes, Karina never knew where to find herself and has dabbled in acting, make-up artistry, film production, screen writing, photography, travel writing and music journalism. She eventually found herself in the pages of the very novels she wrote (if only she had looked there to begin with).