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Release Day Blitz and Exclusive Excerpt: Dirty Deeds (Dirty Angels #2) by Karina Halle

Posted on 16 February, 2015 by in Book Blast, Book Spotlight, Karina Halle / 0 comments

Release Day Blitz and Exclusive Excerpt: Dirty Deeds (Dirty Angels #2) by Karina Halle

Release Day Blitz and Exclusive Excerpt: Dirty Deeds (Dirty Angels #2) by Karina HalleDirty Deeds by Karina Halle
on February 16, 2014
Pages: 269
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“He’s fearless and ruthless. Soulless.”

As a flight attendant, Alana Bernal has had her share of suitors. She's also had more than her fair share of tragedy within her messed-up family. But what she hasn't had is love. Real, rip-your-heart-out, tear-your-clothes-off, all-consuming love.

At least that was the case until she met an American tourist, Derek Conway, a ripped ex-soldier with steely eyes and a commanding presence.

What started as a chance encounter between the two in Puerto Vallarta, a weekend full of hot sex and mindless passion, has led to something more.

Something deadly.

Because Derek isn't the type of man to fall in love. He's not a man who sticks around.

And he's definitely not in Mexico on vacation.

Derek is a mercenary, a killer-for-hire, a man who does the ugly jobs for the highest bidder.

Unfortunately for Alana and Derek, the highest bidder has the power to destroy whatever worlds they have created for themselves.

The highest bidder can destroy everything.

This is a romantic suspense book, #2 in the Dirty Angels trilogy but can be read as a standalone novel*

Happy Release Day to Karina Halle and her new book DIRTY DEEDS! We can’t wait to read this book! Enjoy an Exclusive Excerpt below!


I could not get that man out of my head. For once, instead of thinking about pain and injustice, I was thinking about a 6’2” man with tree trunk arms, caveman shoulders, and the most sculpted, masculine face I’d ever seen. His wide, strong jaw, straight nose, slicing cheekbones, and piercing blue eyes became my drug of choice to keep the aches at bay. Even his buzz-cut showed off a perfectly-shaped head.

But of course when I told Luz this, I was met with a scowl.

We were sitting in my apartment, having hot chocolate. I sprinkled a bit of cayenne pepper onto mine, liking the burn more and more these days. Making hot chocolate—or any beverage, really—was about the extent of what I could do around the apartment. Luz had to come over and help me clean since I couldn’t move my body very well.

“Perfectly-shaped head,” she repeated with a sound of disgust. “Will you listen to yourself?”

“Maybe he has a perfectly-shaped dick too,” I teased her, though somehow I knew he did. Men like him had to.

“Alana, please get a hold of your hormones. Goodness, woman, you’ve been out of the hospital for three days now. You think you’d forget about it and get back to your life.”

I folded my arms across my chest even though I winced as I did so. “Maybe my life isn’t so fun anymore.”

She tried to give me a sympathetic look but failed at it. That little bit of Luz hardness showed through her dark eyes.

“Look, it’s just temporary. All of this. Every day you’re getting better. The doctors told you so.”

“Every day is another day away from my job. Luz, you knew that was my life. Is my life.”

“Well, did you ever think that perhaps this accident was God’s way of showing you what’s important?”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t start with that God crap.” Though it didn’t seem like it, Luz was a pretty earnest church-goer. That’s par for the course in Mexico but sometimes she comes across as preachy. And by preachy, I mean bossy, because that’s the Luz way.

“It’s not crap. Don’t say that,” she chided before taking a hearty sip of her drink. “Besides, I think I’m right. Why not take this time to reflect a little?”

I snorted. Like hell I’d want to reflect on anything except the massive, gorgeous white dude I’d met the other night. Derrin Calway.

I guessed Luz caught the dreamy look in my eyes because she said, “You still haven’t called him, by the way. So if you’re going to get all smitten kitten on me, you should at least do something about it instead of pining away here like some forties American housewife whose husband is off to war.”

I gave her a look. “First I’m all hormonal, now I’m a forties housewife. Make up your mind, you’re slipping a little.”

But truthfully, she was right. After I saw him at the bar and he told me he was in room 1600 at the Puerto Vallarta Sands Hotel, I had every intention of contacting him. But then I got back to the hospital, was caught as I was sneaking into the room, and got lectured by the night nurse Salma, and then again the next day by the day nurse, and finally was discharged by a very disapproving doctor (apparently news around the hospital traveled fast), and I kind of lost my nerve.

As much as I fantasied about Derrin and his thick forearms and strong hands, as much as I wanted someone like that to take my mind off of things, I was too scared to follow up on it. Normally I didn’t have a problem with chasing a man, but then again, normally I didn’t have to. But Derrin . . . I felt like he would have let me walk out that door and out of his life. That’s usually how guys on vacation are. They don’t bother pursuing anything beyond one night, and if one night doesn’t even happen you’re pretty much out of luck.

Besides, what would he really do with a cripple like myself? Throw me against the wall and fuck me crazy in my condition? No, I didn’t think so. I didn’t even know how I’d go down to see him, not without someone like Luz driving me, and I didn’t see a chance in hell of that happening. Luz was always a bit suspicious of the men in my life and seemed especially suspicious of everyone since the accident. I couldn’t really blame her. I needed to borrow some of that suspicion myself.



Book 1 – Dirty Angels

Book 2 – Dirty Deeds

About Karina Halle

Karina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and The New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author of 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 Simon & Schuster and Hachette in North America and in the UK.

Hit her up on Instagram at @authorHalle, on Twitter at @MetalBlonde and on Facebook. You can also visit and sign up for the newsletter for news, excerpts, previews, private book signing sales and more.

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