Status Updates From Shiver (East Park, #4)

Hunter smirks. Prick.
I nod in his direction. “What is he doing here?”
“Moral support,” says Hunter. Britain waves her hand dismissively. “Don't let him bug you. He's just early for his shoot. I swear, he's either late or early to everything, never on time.”
I raise an eyebrow. “If you have him only model with blondes, he'll be early all the time.”

"Oh, don't be a baby. You should feel lucky. Girls dig bad boys. If the character sticks, you could easily become a user favorite--not like you aren't already."
I narrow my eyes at her. "If you put me on a motorcycle, I'll quit."
Britain smirks. "No, you won't. I pay you too well."

Smart, sensitive, gorgeous, alternative... let me count the reasons why I shouldn't audition for Eros. Hunter is my best friend. Hunter is my only family. Hunter is hot.

I've subjected myself to enough of Tess's nudity, from her alternative portfolio to topless glow paint nights at Indigo. She's curvy, confident, and knows how to work her audience. Hell, she works me, too. And it's fucking torture. I can't deal with that shit every day.

Here we go--30 days of Shiver...

Emily looks between me and Hunter, her brows furrowing and pretty smile growing ever-so-hesitant. She's confused by our familiarity beyond coworkers, probably because she thinks we're together, or fucking, or something, and I quickly say, "He's my roommate," because it's a much simpler title than ex-foster brother.

"Hunter's full-sleeve is total lady bait. The ink fills his arm with symbolism from his favorite novels. Chicks love that shit. A smart guy with tattoos who has pretty eyes and enough muscles to throw me around in bed? Rip my panties off me now!"