Twisted Lace

They call me Emo Barbie. And they’re not far off, though I consider myself a little more alternative than that. I just so happen to do everything in six-inch heels and blood-red lipstick.
I like it when people stare. I like the attention.
I’ve never been drawn to the meek or mild. At least, not until I met Hannah Kate, the journalist hired by Dallin to do a story on Twisted Ink and feature me as its best artist.
Even her name screams good girl next door. And that’s exactly what she is.
Sweet. Innocent. Pure.
Everything I’d ruin if I had even a small taste of her.
The problem?
The two hulking neanderthals she’s linked herself to in a surprisingly sexy throuple.
Brody and Knox are the epitome of dark, brooding, alphaholes that ooze testosterone and scream bad boy in charge.
They’re everything I’ve always competed with as a dominant lesbian. Yet when I see them with her, I’m fascinated.
Drawn in and unable to walk away.
So tell me why I was a no-strings-attached kind of girl when I met Hannah, determined to use her newly discovered bisexuality to steal her from her men for some fun, yet now I’m aching to fall to my knees and suddenly be a good girl for Brody and Knox with Hannah at my side?