They claim to want to protect me. I’m not dumb enough to fall for that twice. Seven years after they shoved me off a bridge to my death, the awkward teenagers I grew up with had grown into sexy yet ruthless killers. But their black souls and our shared past couldn’t keep me from wanting their hands all over my body, even after all these years. After what they’d done, I didn’t feel bad using them for protection. Rowan, Nash, and Angel Blackwood were devils in disguise. Better the devil you know, right? She’s everything we can’t have. But we’ve never let that stop us before. Impeccable knifework was what the Skeleton Crew was known for. But our empire was based on a the first job we ever took. Our father married for money–and his new bonus brat was our first target. Seven years after we slit her throat and shoved her into Dread River, we came face to face with her ghost. And our greatest weakness. For a full list of 18+ content/trigg3rs, please head over to the author's personal website.

They’re all I’ve ever wanted. And now, I’ve got their attention. The Neon Dogs didn’t know me yet–but I knew them. I followed their careers since the day they took out my father for his alleged unspeakable crimes. At first, it was about payback. But when the truth came to light, it turned into hero worship, idolization, and lust–feelings one rarely has for the men who ruined her life. I wanted them to want me, so I put on a mask and got to work. I never expected hunting my future husbands would be so thrilling. Someone is stealing our kills. And it’s more of a turn-on than we planned for. The Neons had a reputation for chaotic mayhem and pain. Our devil-may-care attitude and enjoyment of pain made us the perfect torturers. But someone was sneaking in and stealing our thunder, killing our targets before we could get to them. So we laid a trap–or so we thought. Turned out, our little copycat was a stalker, too. And she laid some traps of her very own. For a full list of content/trigg3rs, please check the author's personal website.