Dirty Souls (Sins Duet, Book 2) by Karina Halle – New Release & Review

Book Cover, Dirty Souls

About Dirty Souls

Release Date: March 20, 2017

Series: Sins Duet, Book Two

Length: 300 pages

Genre: Suspense, Romantic Suspense, New Adult

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Synopsis

From the New York Times bestselling author Karina Halle comes DIRTY SOULS the much-anticipated, nail-biting conclusion to Black Hearts…

Violet McQueen has always been a sensitive soul. Troubled and misunderstood, she never realized her place in the world, nor her true potential…until she met Vicente Bernal.

From birth, Vicente Bernal has always known his place in the world – he’s been groomed to be a ruthless king. Yet for a man whose soul has become morally bankrupt, it’s only through Violet he’s realizing the worth of someone’s heart.

But at what cost?

With a deadly game set in motion taking them from the stark deserts of California to the steamy jungles of Mexico, Violet and Vicente’s forbidden relationship will be put to the test. Boundaries will be pushed, lines will be crossed and souls will get very, very dirty.

Because how do you choose between blood and love when both might get you killed?

NOTE: Dirty Souls is the second and FINAL book in the Sins Duet. You MUST read book #1, Black Hearts first! You can find my review of Black Hearts here!

My Review of Dirty Souls

Dirty Souls (Sins Duet, #2)Dirty Souls by Karina Halle (Sins Duet, #2)
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

You don’t simply read Dirty Souls; you live it. Every gritty moment, every harrowing event, every explosive sexual encounter will thrill you or chill you to the bone. It’s a terrifying romance, an emotional thrill ride, and one of the most compelling novels I’ve ever read.

To say that the sequel to Black Hearts did not disappoint is a gross understatement. The second half of the duet was every bit as riveting as the first — but darker. The pace is exhausting, but perfect for the story. The characters are a complex mixture of dark and light, relatable, well developed, and utterly unforgettable.

As you might expect, the stakes in Dirty Souls are painfully high; in fact, they’re sometimes overwhelming. The danger is palpable from beginning to end. This book will OWN you.

But I’d read it again. And I’d read anything else Karina writes. If you’re in the mood for an erotic thriller that’s relentlessly suspenseful but ultimately rewarding, treat yourself to the Sins Duet today. It will stay with you long after you finish the epilogue, and leave you wanting more from this series and this author.

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Black Hearts (Sins Duet #1)

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For Vicente Bernal, truth is all he’s known. The son of an infamous drug lord, Vicente was born to help run the family business, which means he’s been raised on a throne of sordid pasts and dirty laundry, violence, and pride. But when Vicente stumbles across someone he’s not supposed to know about – a woman from his father’s checkered past – he sets out to California to find her behind his father’s back.

What Vicente doesn’t expect to find in San Francisco is Violet McQueen, the woman’s twenty-year-old daughter. Beautiful and edgy with a vulnerability he can’t resist, Violet tempts Vicente from afar and though he promised himself he’d stay away from her, curiosity and lust are powerful forces. Besides, Vicente has always gotten everything he wants – why shouldn’t he have Violet too?

Soon his wants turn into an obsession, one that sweeps Violet into his games as they fall madly, deeply in love with each other, the type of first love that can drive a person mad.

But it’s a love with tragic consequences.

Both the truth – and the lies – not only threaten to tear them apart but threaten their very lives.

Someone has to pay for the sins of the fathers.

And they’ll be paying the price with their souls.

About Karina Halle

Author Karina HalleKarina 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 www.authorkarinahalle.com and sign up for the newsletter for news, excerpts, previews, private book signing sales and more.

Black Hearts, a Dark and Deadly Romance by Karina Halle: Book Review

A Review of Black Hearts

The Sins Duet, Book One

by

Karina Halle

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Black Hearts (Sins Duet, #1)Black Hearts by Karina Halle
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

OMG. This book. The twists. The turns. The questions. The fear. The suspense. The dark, erotic feel of it all. The terror of what lies ahead, especially for the one character I’ve loved from page 1, Violet McQueen, and the sinister antihero I’m still a little (no, a lot) afraid of, Vicente Bernal. He’s complex. Dark. Dangerous. Cunning and manipulative. Scary as hell. Sexier than hell. A deadly mixture of fire and ice, a man at war with his basic instincts, driven by demons straight out of purgatory. He’s captivating, and like Violet, you might find yourself enthralled, consumed by his power, his prowess, his presence. Until the point of no return.

This is not your ordinary dark romance. You truly don’t know who all the villains are, but they are literally all around you. And, as you might expect, at the root of it all lies a deep, penetrating web of the darkest, deadliest kinds of secrets. Family secrets. A lifetime of lies for Violet, a lifetime of cold-hearted, calculated murder and mayhem for Vicente.

There’s more deception and betrayal in Dark Hearts than you can imagine. It’s insidious and pervasive, so ingrained in the lives of the characters that even the truth feels like a lie. Like Violet, it will make you question everything you believe about the story from beginning to end. You’ll feel a dull ache at first, that morphs into a steady pain that resonates in the recesses of your heart. A pain that’s overpowered only by the silent, deadly chill that creeps into your awareness and seeps into your bones. And a persistent twist in your gut that tells you, in no uncertain terms, that there is no way this story will end well.

Dark Hearts is a paradox. It’s “The Godfather” meets “Bonnie and Clyde,” but even that comparison is inadequate. This is one incredibly powerful story that will keep you on the edge of your seat, with a frightening twist that only the most savvy reader will see coming near the end. A deadly game is afoot. There can be only one winner, and there’s only one way to win. When the sins of the father are revisited upon the sons and daughters, all bets are off.

As this is book one of a duet, its ending cranks up the tension to unbearable levels, then levels off at a new level of terror. It will l leave you dangling off a shallow cliff, imagining the worst but still wanting to believe that somehow things will work out for the best. However, Dark Hearts will force you to think — deeply — about which of all the possible outcomes might be the “best” for all concerned. Because if there is to be any sort of happy-ever-after for Violet and Vicente, it most certainly won’t be the kind of HEA you’ll expect. It will more likely be the lesser of many evils, which doesn’t mean it won’t be satisfying; it just means you may have to redefine your concept of happy-ever-after.

The Sins Duet will continue soon; it’s conclusion, Dirty Souls, releases on March 17th. I can’t wait to see what happens next, even as I dread what promises to be one or more deadly confrontations. Still, I suggest you give in to the temptation to dive into Black Hearts now, and allow yourself the dark pleasure of a few weeks of breathless anticipation. You’ll need some time to think after you’ve finished book one; and time to prepare for what promises to be the ending you won’t see coming.

Highly recommended.

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Coming Soon: Black Hearts (Sins Duet, #1), a Dark Romance by Karina Halle – Excerpt Reveal!

Book Cover, Black Hearts, by Karina Halle

Black Hearts

(The Sins Duet, Book #1)

by

Karina Halle

SYNOPSIS:

For Vicente Bernal, truth is all he’s known. The son of an infamous drug lord, Vicente was born to help run the family business, which means he’s been raised on a throne of sordid pasts and dirty laundry, violence and pride. But when Vicente stumbles across someone he’s not supposed to know about – a woman from his father’s checkered past – he sets out to California to find her behind his father’s back.

What Vicente doesn’t expect to find in San Francisco is Violet McQueen, the woman’s twenty-year old daughter. Beautiful and edgy with a vulnerability he can’t resist, Violet tempts Vicente from afar and though he promised himself he’d stay away from her, curiosity and lust are powerful forces. Besides, Vicente has always gotten everything he wants – why shouldn’t he have Violet too?

Soon his wants turn into an obsession, one that sweeps Violet into his games as they fall madly, deeply in love with each other, the type of first love that can drive a person mad.

But it’s a love with tragic consequences.

Both the truth – and the lies – not only threaten to tear them apart, but threaten their very lives.

Someone has to pay for the sins of the fathers.

And they’ll be paying the price with their souls.

Note:

Black Hearts is book one of the Sins Duet, with the sequel, Dirty Souls, releasing in March 2017. These books can be read as a standalone. Though they are a spinoff of the Sins & Needles and Dirty Angels trilogies, Black Hearts & Dirty Souls are set 20 years in the future and follow new characters. You do NOT need to read TAT or DA to enjoy or understand this duet.

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AN EXCERPT FROM BLACK HEARTS:

Copyright Karina Halle 2017

The fog is continuing to roll in, bringing a briny mist that you can taste. Only the tops of the bridge remain visible, the orange red seeming to glow against grey skies, while shadows of the structure come and go as the fog moves in.

Violet stares in quiet fascination, her dark eyes taking it in. I can see the fog reflected in them, giving her an eerie quality. She appears to be listening but whether it’s the fog horns, the chatter of the fishermen, the lapping waves, or the dull roar of the bridge traffic, I don’t know. Could be something else entirely.

I don’t want to break her concentration or bring her back from whatever world she’s in. I just stand beside her and let her be. If anything, it says a lot about her comfort level with me if she lets herself drift away.

After a few minutes, she slowly turns to me and blinks. “How long did you say you were going to be in San Francisco for?”

“I don’t know,” I say carefully. “It depends if I find what I’m looking for.”

“And what are you looking for?”

“A reason to stay.” I hold her gaze with mine. The sea breeze picks up a few strands of her hair, moving them across her face like a black veil. Without thinking, I reach over and brush them away, tucking them behind her ear.

I could kiss her. I should kiss her. The feel of her skin against my fingers ignites a million torches inside.

Then she looks away, uncomfortable, the silence between us changing.

I steer the subject onto her. “You said your mother is a famous photographer. Does she have a studio?”

She lets out a soft sigh, her eyes back on the bridge. “Yeah. In the mission district.”

“And you don’t want the same for yourself?”

She rubs her lips together in thought before looking down at her hands that hang over the side of the railing. “As I said, I don’t know what I want. I’m not sure I feel comfortable with the idea of having a studio. My mom does portraits of people. That’s not what I like to shoot.”

“Not a people person?”

A wry smile cracks her lips. “No. Not really. It’s too…intimate. My mom is great at it because people feel comfortable with her. She can…I don’t know, manipulate their feelings.”

Interesting. Very interesting.

People like my father.

“So they end up exposing pieces of themselves that they don’t see. I guess I have the same intuition as her but the one on one is too much for me. I prefer to work with nature. With this.” She gestures to the fog. “No one else really understands how beautiful this is to me.”

I look back at the fog, moving faster now. I wouldn’t call it beautiful. Moody. Dark, maybe. If anything, her beauty stands out more because of the bleakness around her.

“My goal is to take photos that show how I see the world. All the beauty in it. The world is such an ugly and beautiful place, horrible and hopeful. I want to show the light in all the dark places.” She pauses and gives me a sheepish look. “Sorry. I know that must have sounded hella pretentious.”

I slowly shake my head because she sounds anything but that. She sounds real. She sounds like something I want to shake loose from her, to let free and run wild.

“You’re not pretentious,” I tell her, my voice low. “Not even close.”

“That’s not what I hear.”

“What do you hear?” I move in closer to her, the distance between us just a few inches. She doesn’t back up. “What does the world tell you you are?”

I watch her swallow, take a moment. “Oh, you know. I’m too self-absorbed. Narcissistic. Pretentious. I live too much in my head, I’m too anti-social, too distant. I feel too much, care too much. My mother has always chided me for being too sensitive and then I was diagnosed with having hyper-sensitivity, so it turns out she was right. I am too sensitive. About everything. And there’s not a single thing I can do about it except know that when I experience reality, it’s not what everyone else experiences. For better or for worse.” She sighs. “Mainly for worse.”

I feel like this is something she doesn’t unload on many people. My instincts about her were right. She’s fragile but not weak, too much a part of the world and too much removed from it. A contradiction.

“I’m sorry,” she says, shooting me a glance. “I didn’t mean to blab away like that. I know you probably think I’m crazy now. Hell, I think I’m crazy half the time. I really wish I could just be like everyone else. To just…shut it all off.”

“You’re not crazy,” I tell her. “I’m just understanding you better.”

Her mouth quirks up into a dry smile. “I’m surprised you understand me at all. We’ve only just met.”

“True,” I tell her as I reach out and run my fingers along her jaw, tipping her chin up. “But I’m sure you of all people would know that sometimes you can connect with someone in ways you didn’t think you could. Or should.”

She barely nods, her eyes focused on mine, anticipation on her brow. I’m met with the overwhelming desire to protect and shield her which is extremely inconvenient, if not unwelcome, given the circumstances. One minute I need to fuck her, the next I need to protect her, and in the end, what I really need is to do the job I set out to do.