Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Release Day Blitz: Bold Tricks by Karina Halle

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With more lives at stake and games in motion, Ellie, Camden and Javier form an uneasy alliance that will take them from the treacherous streets of inner-city Mexico to the wilds of the Honduran jungles in order to find their freedom. But with liberty just on the horizon, the cost might come at their own redemption.


 


The motel room was a lot nicer than the one we stayed at before. Sort of a Best Western, 

middle-ground quality of place. No roaches on the floors, no geckos on the wall. Shit mattresses, I 

discovered as I pounded my fist on the bed, but I didn’t care.

Camden had just put the final box on my bed, Violetta sprawled out on hers in a state of drug-

induced euphoria, when I noticed Javier lingering at the doorway.

“I’m going to be meeting Dom in about twenty minutes,” Javier said to me. “Is that enough time 

I frowned and he quickly added, “You know he’ll want you there, if this is going to get anywhere. 

I figured you might want to shower and look nice.”

He rapped his fingers along the doorframe, his mouth opening as if to say something else, then 

Camden eyed me. “I’m going with you.”

“You might be kind of drunk, Camden,” I told him, though the determination in his voice 

warmed me like the finest cognac.

“I’ve never felt better,” he said, enunciating each word. His eyes, my god they were still such a 

clear fucking blue, even in the pallid light of the hotel room. They bore into me with such startling 

clarity, sending shivers down my back like trailing fingertips. He would be coming with me.

I wished he’d be coming in me. A vision of us in this hotel room, alone, him nailing me to the 

bed, the headboard banging, slammed into my head.

“Are you okay with that?” he asked.

I suppressed the thought, the flare of heat between my legs, and smiled quickly. “Yes, of 

Meanwhile Violetta’s head flopped to the side, her arm still bound to her stiffly in the sling, and 

started snoring lightly. I motioned to her. “Do you think it’s safe to leave her here?”

He watched her for a few moments, blinking a few times, before saying, “I think she needs to 

sleep it off.” He went and sat down on my bed. “I’ll be here when you get out.”

I grabbed my bag of clothes I had brought out of the car and brought it into the bathroom. I had 

a quick shower, trying to rub off all the grim – both real and imagined – with the flimsy hotel soap, then 

picked through my clothes. Everything that had been in my trunk was musty and wrinkled, some even 

dirty. I had a packet of unopened (and decidedly unsexy) Hanes underwear, a bra, another pair of jeans, 

a pair of gladiator sandals that I thought were dressy enough, a pair of Timberland hiking boots, a plain 

white tee shirt, a couple of wife-beaters, a coral-colored blouse, a plaid shirt, and a light blue tank dress 

that went to the ground. I wasn’t exactly known for my fashion sense and even with the cherry blossoms 

covering the scars on my leg, bringing me beauty that I didn’t have before, I didn’t see myself branching 

out anytime soon. Dressing up in my old clothes for Javier hadn’t exactly helped either.

I slipped on the tank dress, opting to go commando for the evening, and put on the sandals. I 

looked at myself in the mirror. Once again, I felt like a different person was staring back at me. This me, 

this Ellie, was tired and hardened. I rubbed the residue mascara away from under my eyes and applied a 

new coat. My skin was brown from the sun now and I didn’t need much else.

When I came out of the bathroom, Camden straightened up on the bed. I felt strangely shy in 

front of him, especially as his eyes trailed up and down the length of me.

“Do I look okay?” I asked him, feeling the need to say something. “I mean, if you can see me, 

He bit his lip and stared, a multitude of emotions flashing through his eyes, too fast for me to 

pick up on each individual one. I thought I saw lust in there – maybe that’s what I wanted to see.

When he still didn’t say anything, I walked over to the dresser where I had my clutch purse left 

over from the other night at Travis’s and rifled through it for my lip stuff. His silence at my back was a 

heavy weight, laden with too many uncertainties between us. It was eating at me, burning through me, 

rendering me with a lead heart. There were so many things I had to focus on, to worry about, fucking 

impossible things, and yet I needed him to tell me I looked beautiful. I needed him to tell me I was 

I heard him get off the bed and walk toward me, that heaviness, that warmth that he brought 

with his bones, teased at my back. He stopped, close enough to touch me, and I was about to turn 

around, perhaps to do something foolish, when he crouched down.

His hands found my leg, one of them lifting the hem of my dress, the other slowly moving over 

the cherry blossom tattoo. I sucked in my breath, holding completely still, trying to contain my nerves 

that were firing wildly as his fingers ran along the ridges of the ink. He touched me gently over every 

vine, leaf and petal, until I had to supress a shaky moan that that tried to escape from my lips.

“It feels fine,” I said softly when I found my voice.

“It looks beautiful,” he said.

“I had a beautiful artist,” I told him. I turned at the waist and look down at him, my blue dress 

glowing in his tanned hand, his other one placed firmly around my calf, his strong fingers imparting heat 

that sunk deep. He was looking up at me, lips parted slightly.

I couldn’t take a second more of this.

I turned and dropped to the ground, my knees rubbing against his.

I grabbed his face, his rough stubble pressing into my palms, and kissed him.

There was surprise for a second, a hesitation, a pulse that refused to beat on. Then Camden 

kissed me back, his soft lips enveloping mine, his mouth opening to give me life. He put his hand behind 

my head, holding it there with power and control.

My heart was an elevator car, the cable suddenly snapped, and I was freefalling and falling and 

falling as his lips and tongue and hot, wet mouth took away every inch of my resolve. The more he 

kissed me, the deeper and longer we found each other, the thirstier I got for him. I felt like if we 

stopped, I would die, empty on the inside and forever longing.


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Karina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and the USA Today Bestselling author of Love, in English, The Artists Trilogy, and other wild and romantic reads. She lives in a 1920s farmhouse 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.


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