My name is Hunter Jordan, lead singer of Hammered and no, I didn’t name my cock Manaconda.
Rolling Stone did.
On the front cover of their damn magazine.
I still haven’t lived it down. And now our record label wants to maximize the frenzy.
So, I have a brand new PR person–Kennedy McManus.
And she’s making me insane.
I don’t know whether to ignore her, yell at her, or push her up against the wall and kiss her smart mouth shut.
I ended up kissing her.
Come on, I mentioned how exasperating she was, right?
That’s when it blew up in both our faces.
Now, the tabloids think she’s my girlfriend. My record label would rather have me remain the single manwhore of the ages.
Kennedy thinks I’m the manwhore anyway. She wants me for a quick fling and nothing more.
I just want Kennedy.
Man, I’m so screwed.
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“Maybe we should go back.”
I shook my head. “Maybe we can sneak around. Seems like there wouldn’t be any fans back here.”
“Famous last words,” she muttered.
I strode out, gravel crunching under my boots.
“You know, I’m not a huge fan of this dragging me around like a child.”
I turned back to her, dragging her into my body. “Nothing child-like about you, Kenny.” I bent down to her, our noses touching. “I just want a little alone time with you.”
A loud engine started up.
“There’s an elevator back there.” She pointed with her thumb. “I bet we could do a lot of things in your room, my room—whatever.” She rose on her toes until our lips were a breath apart. “You can give that whole seven thing a go.” She dragged her nail over my bottom lip. “I don’t believe you’ll make it to seven, but I’m willing to let you try.”
“Oh, my God, that’s Hunter!”
The hiss of hydraulics and stomp of many feet did not bode well.
I closed my eyes. “Shit.”
“Please don’t be what I think it is.”
A trio of people in black shirts with our new album on the front were standing in front of a huge bus. “Can you run in those things?”
She looked affronted. “I can do anything in heels.”
“I hope so.”
A woman in her twenties pointed our way. “Is that him?” she shrieked.
“This is where the fan club bus is parked.”
“They should be at dinner. Why aren’t they at dinner?” Kenny asked with rising panic.
“Guess it’s over.” I sprinted to the door we’d just come out of. “Son of a bitch.” I twisted the handle but nothing. “It must have locked after us.”
She slapped the keypad. “Ya think?”
“Not helping.” I darted a look past the bus, along with the line of at least seventy people lined up to board. Definitely couldn’t go that way.
“They’ll eat you alive.”
Three women broke off from the crowd and headed our way. As soon as they did, twenty more followed. I dragged Kenny with me to the front of the bus and around the side. The bus driver looked down at us and shook his head.
No help there.
The people that had boarded the bus were pointing at us as we ran to the other end. I shot by another line of cars and zig-zagged around another bus and saw a familiar logo. “Thank God.”
“Where did he go?” Came shouts that were way too close.
“Where are we going?” she hissed.
I dragged her behind me as I ducked behind a black truck we used for our equipment. It has been a stripped down stage, but we still had a lot of instruments between Keys’s pianos, the entire percussion set up that Wyatt used, all the guitars, amps, and digital network we used—we needed a truck no matter what.
“New plan.” I unlatched the back of the rig and lifted the rolling door. “Get in.”
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
I stared down at her. “Does it look like I’m kidding?”
She groaned. “I can’t get up there.”
I lifted her until her knee was on the base of the truck ledge. She scrambled in as the scraping of heels and running feet got closer.
“Move it, Kenny.”
Her skirt rode up as she dragged herself inside. I threw her a soft whistle. She turned back to me with murder in her eyes. I squashed down a laugh, rolling in after her, tugging the door down behind me with a bang.
“I hate you.”
I just smiled into the dark.
Loved, loved Manaconda!!! There’s nothing better than a spicy romance that’s also filled with humor and characters whom you will fall in love with!!!
I would be lying if I didn’t admit it was the title of the book that grabbed my attention! Then, I read the synopsis and knew I had to read it. The very first line of the book hooked me:
“My cock is going to kill me. Or else hearing about it would do me in. One of the other.”
From that moment on, I knew Hunter was going to own my heart, and he did!!!
Hunter thinks he and his band, Hammered, have finally reached superstar status when he is featured on the cover of Rolling Stone. The media and fans are in a frenzy, but not for his musical talent but the size of his c**k. As the frenzy grows, his label brings in a new PR for him, the beautiful but serious Kennedy. At their first meeting, the sexual chemistry is evident. Hunter makes it known while Kennedy hides it. But, she won’t be able to for very long…especially when Hunter begins working his magic on her.
I loved the sexual tension and the romance between the two, but I also loved the funny, sarcastic banter. There were several times I laughed out loud. Of course, Hunter oozes sex and Kennedy is beautiful. What makes them different is their own unique sense of humor. Loved it!!
“I kissed him back. I flicked the tip of my tongue along his once, letting him know that I wanted more. Mistake. Holy crap. It was like letting the devil into my bedroom.”
It was the romance, and I have to say, that first kiss between the two in the underground passage was one of the hottest and most memorable first kisses I’ve ever read, that moved the story at a fast pace for me. Be prepared there are some HOT sex scenes…you won’t be disappointed. I loved the secondary cast of characters as well. They added to the story and made it even better. As I wrote before, Hunter and Kennedy have a way of making you fall in love with them. I also got just a small glimpse of what stars endure. Yes, they get the fame, but fans don’t really know them at all. Hunter had to always be wary of the people he allowed in his life. Were they there because of him as a person or who they perceived he was because of his rockstar status? I imagined it would get lonely, so I was happy he had Kennedy in his life. She fell in love with Hunter not the star from Hammered!
I have several of Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliot’s books on my Kindle that I haven’t read yet. I can’t believe I waited so long. Readers who love rockstar romances and comedy will love this book. I will warn you the story doesn’t end with this book. But, it’s not a cliffhanger that will make you mad. It will make you anxious for the next one. Can’t wait to read more in the series!!!