Until Deakon by K.L. Shandwick

Have you ever stopped to think your actions will ever come back to bite you? Me neither.
Did I, Deakon Brosley of Screaming Shadows, ever think I would care? Not for a second.
For years I lived life to the fullest and could have cared less about what other people thought. That was until I felt a magnetic pull to someone I couldn’t ignore.
That person was Sadie, my bandmate’s damaged, snarky housekeeper who has the personality of a toad. The maddening thing about this is it’s girls like her I’d normally go out of my way to avoid. Sadie’s easy on the eye. Physically, she’s my type … from her incredibly long auburn hair, right down her cute, little painted toes. But that’s not the burning attraction. It’s more about the wired connection whenever she’s near me.
Part of my problem is I sense it’s a two way thing, but the girl won’t budge on her mood. Not that I blame her. I usually don’t do romance or relationships, they’re more trouble than they’re worth.
She’s arrogant, discourteous, impertinent, and rude—this list is far from exhausted.
So how come I can’t get her out of my head and find I can’t resist her? Beats me.
The attraction I felt was instant, but that was before she spoke. Hell, perhaps in some sadistic way I get turned on by being slapped down by her vindictive, scathing tongue. This point is a real possibility because since I’ve lived with fame, it’s rarely ever done.
My bandmate, her boss, is overprotective of her, and constantly warns me off. So why am I so persistent and determined to get under her skin? Could it be that one damaged soul has found another?