The Bad Boy Curse

Yep, it was a curse growing up crushing on the bad boys. 

Was it the independence that drew me in like a magnet? The loner attitude? The do-what-you-want persona?

Not sure. All I do know is that it was the the ones who acted like they didn't care what people thought of them, the ones who had their own style and attitude, who made my heart beat fast.

Unfortunately, the crushes I had in high school would often land me in trouble, too, breaking curfew, sneaking to parties, smoking (yes, I dropped that like a very bad habit!), and witnessing rumbles. And even though, I learned my lesson again and again, I still write about bad boys in my books.

Some really bad, some not so bad.

Because once you got the Bad Boy curse, it doesn't go away so easily.

I guess that's why I married one...

My husband was the last high school bad boy I dated, with the hot fast car, tattoos at eighteen, and a tough as nails rumbler. I met him in high school, started dating him the summer of graduation, and married him three years later.

I have to admit he grew out of the parties, the fighting, and he doesn't just do what he wants anymore, but he still likes fast rides and the tattoos keep him covered.

I'm glad I found the one bad boy who ended up not being so bad after all. :)

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