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 Neon Dogs had a reputation for chaotic mayhem and pain. Our devil-may-care attitude and enjoyment of destruction 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.