My name is Hunter Jordan, lead singer of Hammered and no, I didn't name my package 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 a manwhore anyway. She wants me for a quick fling and nothing more.
I just want Kennedy.
Man, I'm so screwed.