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 lie: 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.

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. Elijah, Nash, and Angel Blackwood were devils in disguise.

Better the devil you know, right?