The Devil’s Reprise- TEASER and EARLY REVIEWS

The Devil's Reprise SMALLSo the Devil’s Reprise releases tomorrow – NO WAIT IT RELEASES TODAY!!! Early surprise lol. It’s live on AMAZON right now and at all other retailers tomorrow, Oct 29th.

This is the second book- and the last book- in this series. Tomorrow, The Devil’s Metal will be 99 cents so that’s something you may want to snap up while you can!

 

First, some reviews from The Devil’s Reprise Blog Blitz:

 

Reading Books Like a Boss says: “I’ve read a lot of other rock star books, but Sage Knightly is easily one of the sexiest and most alluring fictional rock gods.  Not only is he incredibly talented (in more ways than one), he will go to hell and back to protect the woman he loves. “

“One of the BEST parts of The Devil’s Reprise (aside from the steamy sex scenes) was the bone-chilling, spooky scenes.  This book contains the scariest imagery Karina Halle has ever written.”

CLICK TO READ REVIEW and ENTER THE GIVEAWAY

Reading is my Breathing says:

“Karina Halle doesn’t beautify anything in this book. Sexual orgies of drugged rock stars? Graphic. Depressive thoughts of characters? No censorship. Especially when it comes to Sage’s POV. It was really pitiful to witness Sage’s behaviour at the beginning. It was breaking my heart to see this man so sad, so desperate, so broken. He wasn’t dealing with his past very well…

I think that The Devil’s Reprise may be the sexiest and most spicy book by Karina Halle so far. I’m not sure if it was electrifying chemistry between Sage and Dawn or the fact that hero is one hot rockstar god. But I’m 100% sure that this book is able to set things on fire with its level of hotness!”

CLICK HERE TO READ REVIEW AND ENTER THE GIVEAWAY

 

And finally, a creepy pre-Halloween teaser

Jacob got up and leaned across the table, looking everyone in the eye. “Then you’re dismissed.” He banged the table with his fist and walked away.

“Christ on a cracker,” Garth said under his breath. He watched Jacob go in fear. He was a skinny little dude with eyes too big for his head. He seemed like an all right guy, even though he was young and skittish. His keyboard skills were stellar, which was all I needed from him. “Is he always like that?”

“Jacob runs a tight ship,” I explained to him while out of the corner of my eye I caught Dawn and Max getting up together and leaving. I was struck with a burst of incurable jealousy and had to swallow it down.

“I can see that,” Garth said. “Guess it was true that Hybrid was a bit of a wild band.”

My head snapped toward him, my jaw automatically tensing. “Don’t even mention Hybrid,” I growled, my voice low. “This isn’t Hybrid. It never will be. This is my band, my show. Got it?”

Garth nodded quickly, his eyes even wider than before. He turned his attention back to his food, his shaking hand reaching for his coffee cup. I sat back and ran my fingers through my hair, exhaling slowly. Nice start to the morning. I was all over the damn map and practically scaring my new bandmates.

I grabbed a piece of toast, excused myself from the table before I became even more of an ass, and took off for my room. The rickety open-caged elevator had freaked me out when I rode it the other day, so instead I took the stairs, pausing to catch my breath at the fourth floor. Shit, if going up stairs was making me winded, I didn’t know how I was going to handle the show tonight.

You’re not going to handle it, the voice inside my head said. You’re going to fail because you can’t handle any of this on your own.

I closed my eyes, my arm resting on the railing, and tried to make the voices shut up.

“I have another message for you.”

I opened my eyes at the whispered words and looked for the source. At the end of the hall, just beneath one of the sconce light fixtures, was a very short figure, a woman who couldn’t have been taller than five feet. Her silhouette was heavyset, flabby, and though I couldn’t see her face but for her gleaming eyes, I had a feeling she was ugly as sin.

“Excuse me?” I asked, taking a moment to realize she spoke perfect English, though her accent was still foreign. Russian, maybe.

“I have another message for you,” the woman repeated in her strangely monotone voice. Then she turned around, and I noticed her wide body had been hiding a maid’s cart.

It all clicked. This was the housecleaner who wrote on my mirror.

I walked off after her, more annoyed than anything.

“You wrote on my mirror,” I said accusingly as she stopped and slowly looked at me. I came to a halt, put off by her eyes, which were so heavily lidded I could barely see her irises. She was all elephantine jowls and cheeks, hair gathered at the top like a cow took a shit on her head. Ugly as sin was right.

She stared at me—at least I think she was staring at me; it was hard to tell—and then she said, “Oh, yes. You. I have another message for you.”

“A message from whom?” The lights flickered in the hall. “What did that mean, ‘be careful what she wished for’? Who is ‘she’?”

She shook her head sharply, to the left, the right, the skin under her jaw jiggling. “I don’t know. I only pass on the messages.”

I folded my arms. “Then tell me who told you?”

She smiled, and I tried not to grimace at her missing canines. Jesus, what was the hotel thinking hiring this charity case? “The dark man with the white face. He tells me in my sleep.”

Okay. I blinked hard and rubbed my forehead. Too many drugs, not enough sleep.

She went on, “He says to tell you it will all end when she appears.”

“I don’t think you know what you’re talking about, but I’d appreciate it if you stayed away from my room,” I said, trying to bury the uneasiness in my voice. “I’ll report you if you try and talk to me again.”

“The dark man won’t care,” she said, turning around to continue to push her cart. “He will find her once she’s been given everything she wants, and it will all start all over again.”

I had to reach out and grab the edge of her cart. “Is the girl here? Is he talking about Dawn? The redhead? Can you at least tell me that much?”

She watched me for a few agonizing beats before I caught the slightest nod of her head. “There is nothing you can do. Nothing you can do but watch.”

Had this crazy shit happened to me a year or two ago, I wouldn’t have a believed a word this woman said. I’d say she’s an obvious mental case who dreams of Satan visiting her in her dreams. But now I knew better.

“Please,” I begged, feeling foolish, helpless. “You have to tell me more. Who are you?”

“I am Tatiana,” she said, her accent thickening. “I work here.”

She began to push her cart away while I heard Tricky call out, “Sage!”

I turned to look at him, wanting to go after Tatiana, the crazy elephant lady, but Tricky was already running down the hallway toward me.

“You almost ready? We have to go,” he said.

I watched Tatiana and her cart rumble around the corner and out of sight.

“Sage,” Tricky repeated. I finally looked over at him. He frowned. “You all right, man? You’re looking kind of pale.”

I wiped a layer of sweat off my forehead and tried to slow my heart rate. The creepy feeling held on to my bones. I had to talk to Dawn. “I’m all right. Is it that time already?”

Tricky nodded. “Yes—well, no, but we have to get our clothes and everything together for tonight. We have to coordinate our outfits, don’t you think?”

I gave him a funny look. Robbie was like that, too, when we played shows. Figures that Tricky would be displaying front-man tendencies. “You know what I wear: black. I go with whatever crazy thing you’re going to squeeze your balls into.”

He grinned. “Bright orange velvet jumpsuit.”

I shook my head. “My God.”

“And platform Alice Cooper boots.”

Tricky put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around, leading us back to our rooms while yammering on about what he was thinking about for the next night. Something tight and terrible. I’d stopped listening as we passed Dawn’s room. I needed to talk to her, even though she didn’t want to talk to me.

“Sage, we don’t have time,” Tricky said seriously as he noted my gaze glued to her door. “This is a big deal for you, whether you want to admit it or not. This is a big deal for your fans. We can’t mess this up, and I don’t want to mess it up for you. You need a clear head, you got it?”

I was surprised at the sincerity in his voice, that he was actually taking this seriously for once.

I nodded reluctantly. “Okay. Let’s get ready.”

I left Dawn’s door, thinking I could hear her shuffling around on the other side. Still that barrier between us.

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