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Series: The Artists Trilogy #3
Published on October 15th 2013
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The Faster They Live, the Harder They Fall . . .
Raised by con artists, Ellie Watt has a lot of crazy childhood memories-but none crazier than being scarred with acid by the demented crime boss Travis Raines. Now Ellie is a full-grown woman who lives for revenge, and Travis is a full-blown drug lord who kills for pleasure. The sadistic bastard has kidnapped her good friend Gus as well as her mother, whom he's been holding as prized possessions in his heavily guarded lair. And Ellie has only one chance in hell of getting them out alive-using two dangerous men who love her to death . . . One is Camden McQueen, a talented tattoo artist who's made a permanent mark on Ellie's heart. The other is Javier Bernal, her fiery ex-lover who's busted more than a few heads in his time. From the crime-ridden streets of Mexico City to the predatory jungles of Honduras, this unlikely trio forms an uneasy alliance in the deadliest game of all-a gun-blazing battle to the finish that will pit enemy against enemy and lover against lover. And Ellie must choose the right man to trust . . . or die.
All good things must come to an end. Unfortunately for us, Bold Tricks marks the end of something that I wish could’ve gone on forever. But alas, the time has come to embark upon the final installment of what has been a wonderfully intriguing and captivating reading experience.
Time to put on your safety harness, cause this is about to be a wild ride!
Bold Tricks picks right up where Shootings Scars left off. You’re immediately drawn in by the predicament that Ellie finds herself in. There is no “calm before the storm”. There are no moments for you to catch your breath.
In the beginning, Ellie is in a situation where she has to deal with both Javier and Camden in the same place, at the same time. This causes Ellie to realize that she has to somehow make sense of it all.
“On one side of me was Camden McQueen, on the other was Javier Bernal. One more light than dark, one more dark than light. Both men had loved me. And both of them I had seriously underestimated.”
On the one hand we have Javier, who has consistently shown how perfectly he fits into Ellie’s description of “more dark than light”. He has always been true to his character, ruthless, commanding, possessive, violent, and unapologetic. He never deviates from his hard and conniving ways, and has proven that he will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He’ll shoot first, and ask questions later.
“Javier’s grip on the wheel tightened and he slammed on the brakes so we went skidding across the highway. I screamed, the tires squealing beneath us, as we came to a shuddering stop on the shoulder, and he shifted, and flipped it into park. “Jesus!” Camden yelled. “Are you trying to kill us?” Javier immediately whipped out his gun so it was in front of my face and pointed at Camden. “No. Now I’m trying to kill you,” Javier sneered, staring down the barrel of the gun.”
On the other hand, you have Camden, who as Ellie describes as “more light than dark”. Camden has gone through a metamorphosis of his own throughout the course of this series. You really see his transition in full effect in Shooting Scars, but it seems as though in Bold Tricks, he is coming to settle into who he truly is and has become.
“Every time I looked at Camden, I saw the ways he’d changed. He was stronger, tougher, and more ruthless. He was also hurt, scarred deep inside by what I’d done. He now had the kind of scars that even his skilled hands couldn’t transform.”
Camden and Javier are two completely different men who are on complete opposite sides of the “light & dark” spectrum. It’s plain to see that both of them add a great dynamic to the heart of the story. They also help to bring out the best and worst out of Ellie.
I know that one of the main questions that some readers may have going into Bold Tricks is: “Who will Ellie end up with?” I think very good question to consider would also be: “What will become of Ellie?”
I thoroughly enjoyed watching Ellie’s growth throughout this book. I really connected with her character in Sins & Needles, but I found that in Bold Tricks, I was truly able “to see the forest for the trees”. As many of my TAT buddies know, I am a HUGE Javier lover, and I can’t get enough of him. However, I think that in this book, I was solely focused on Ellie. Ellie’s voice came through loud and clear for me, and I couldn’t help but be captivated by it.
When I think of Ellie, I think of the song ‘Flaws’ by Bastille:
“You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up; let’s finish what we’ve started
Dig them up, so nothing’s left unturned
All of your flaws and all of my flaws,
When they have been exhumed
We’ll see that we need them to be who we are
Without them we’d be doomed”
One thing I think is most important to keep in mind when reading this book is that above all else, this is Ellie’s story. It’s about her journey. It’s about her struggles. It’s about her heartaches and heartbreaks. Throughout the course of this series, she’s had to look within herself to discover what she’s truly made of, and learns what it takes to truly be reborn from the ashes of her past.
In Bold Tricks, you’ll come to meet a few new characters that all add their own flavor to the mix. As I was reading this book, I kept asking myself: Who can they trust? Who can they count on for help? Will the past come back to haunt them? Want to know what I discovered? Nowhere is safe, and no one can be trusted.
This book is amazing. This book hits you in all the right places. It is non-stop edge-of-your-seat action, and at the same time, gut wrenching and emotionally driven. This book is packed with many page-turning moments where you want to absorb it all as fast as you can, but at the same time, savor it all before it ends.
I cannot begin to describe how deep my love for this series goes. Karina Halle is an exceptional storyteller who’s words leap off of the page, into your heart. Her books stay with you beyond the last page, and leave you always craving more. I personally got emotional at the end of this book, not only because it was over, but also because I genuinely felt like Ellie became a part of me. That is why I love Karina’s work. She will not only write a story that you’ll enjoy reading, she writes stories that will take up residency in your heart.
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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 for you to get ready?”
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 he turned and walked off.
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 course.”
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, that is.”
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 something to him.
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.
“How is my art?”
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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