Bonded by Death

<h4>The Ex. The Liar. The Devil.</h4><p>My type is bad boys that will screw me over and leave me walking funny. No matter how much they tempt me or my ruined heart-I know better than to trust my own taste in men.</p><p><br></p><p>My ex taught me that love isn't sweet patient or kind. It's cruel and it <em>hurts</em>. He'll do anything for a second chance but I can't forget the flames that burned me from the inside out three years ago.</p><p>My liar is forbidden but I'm haunted by his slate blue eyes and wicked mouth. He's gotten under my skin and I don't know how to remove him without tearing my heart apart in the process.</p><p>My devil may be bad but he makes promises that sound <em>so good</em>. I wish I could say he tricked me with honeyed words but really I did it to myself. Bonding to him was a mistake but bargaining with him? It might be my undoing.</p><p>I'm torn between three men that I swore I wouldn't get involved with. I know it's wrong but part of me loves it. <em>Craves it.</em></p><p>Everyone thinks I'm the good girl but what they don't see is that my carefully crafted persona is crumbling around me. My mask is cracked. I'm hanging on by a thread.</p><p>We all have weaknesses.</p><p><em>Mine just make me a glutton for punishment.</em></p>