After years of resisting the undeniable pull toward the hunky geek, Starr discovers that fate has decided to take matters into its own hands. History repeats itself and she finds herself face to face with the seriously sexy male that she had been trying to forget.
DEACON
Starr. The bane of my heart's existence.
For years, we danced a flirty, banterous duet full of hot tension. Since the second we met, I knew there was something about her. It was like our stories were stars that mingled in the night sky and twinkled brighter in a desperate attempt for someone to read their shining story. Except, when I took the lead of our dance and had her heart spinning and knees weak, she ran in the other direction (or rather, sped off into the night on a motorcycle) with the taste of our kiss still lingering on our lips… and my heart crushed beneath the tires.
Somehow, I ended up in another relationship with a fine female who doesn't twist my heart with wicked games. She is probably better for me. Yet, I can't stop thinking about the female who keeps her distance from me. The female who made it clear she doesn't want me. The female who is determined to put weed killer on anything that buds between us. The female who has my heart in her hands and doesn't even know it.
STARR
If life has taught me anything it's that there's only one thing you can truly count on: yourself. And I have built my life with this in mind. My job? Bounty hunter. I'm my own boss and, yeah, you guessed it—no partner… by design. Family? None. Friends? One. But I sure as hell don't rely on her for anything. Not that she isn't reliable or anything. Again, it's just how I roll. My love life? It's complicated. Hashtag: How in the hell had my love life become a damn Facebook status?
So, yeah, I was doing just fine on my own… until a certain male waltzed into my life. And stole my hunt… for the second damn time.