Her Immortal Monsters

I'm no chosen one, and that's just the way I like it. Armed with little more than my perfect memory, weak chaos magic, and questionable sanity-you won't see me kicking down doors and taking names. I skip leg day and bring snacks instead. That's not exactly heroine material. As an outcast witch without a coven, I exist on the fringes of supernatural society. You don't know me unless I want you to, because that's how people like me stay alive. But I messed up-and subsequently caught the attention of three incredibly dangerous supernatural men. The ex who betrayed me. The liar whose secrets could rip apart my life. The devil I want to forget. They're all bad for me, but won't take no for an answer, regardless of how blunt I say it. They think they can wear me down. Convince me. Outlast me. Clearly not one of them knows me as well as they think, because what I lack in magic and bad*ssery, I make up for with stubbornness and an iron will. Romance almost broke me once-and I don't make a habit of repeating my mistakes. Not even glue would hold me together if these three men got ahold of my tattered heart. If I have to die on this hill to save myself, so be it. Contains mature themes.

My Ex. My Liar. My Demon. 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. My ex taught me that love isn't sweet, patient, or kind. It's cruel and it hurts. 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. 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. My devil may be bad, but he makes promises that sound so good. 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. 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. Craves it. Everyone thinks I'm a 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. We all have weaknesses. Mine just make me a glutton for punishment. Contains mature themes.

Something wicked this way comes. Sasha is back and she's not alone. An ancient enemy has returned. One that's been pulling strings from the shadows all along. But for every move we make, they are two steps ahead. All my life I've been a broken witch. Cursed to never forget. Now that curse may be the key to my own salvation. If there is one irrefutable truth, it's this-nothing will ever be the same again. Especially me. Contains mature themes.