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By: Taryn Elliott & Cari Quinn
Releasing
January 19, 2016
Rainbow Rage Publishing
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BLURB:
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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