MANACONDA
Hammered #1
Taryn Elliott & Cari Quinn
Releasing on January 19, 2016.
Rainbow Rage Publishing
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.
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**** Warning: book does end on a cliffhanger ****
“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.”
“I—”
“Oh,
my God, that’s Hunter!”
The
hiss of hydraulics and stomp of many feet did not bode well.
I
closed my eyes. “Shit.”
“What?”
“Please
don’t be what I think it is.”
“What?”
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.
“Fan
club.”
“What?”
“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.”
“No
kidding.”
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.
“My
bus.”
“Your
bus?”
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.
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USA Today Bestselling duo, Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott, have been having a ton of fun with rock stars, but they also love a good MMA fighter story, oh and a suited guy. Can’t forget the suited guys. Getting these two authors together always includes some sweet & snarky moments, a lot of angst, and unlimited heat.
Oh, and let's not forget the jaw dropping moments. They really love those.
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