Maneater. In one word, that’s what he was. Brett Bale, the sexiest boy in the city was ruthless — and hot. When he walked by, heads turned, because his hips swayed like a pendulum. He moved with the air with the grace of a swan and the boldness of a lion. His hair jet black, a body that was sharp like a knife and a jaw that could cut steel. A boy like that didn’t come without a catch — the catch in question being that he was ruthless — he went through men like socks, breaking hearts like glass.