COVER REVEAL! FAME AND OBSESSION
CORA KENBORN AUTHOR!
Title: Fame
& Obsession
Author: Cora
Kenborn
Genre: Romantic
Suspense
Cover Designer:
Deranged Doctor Design
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Editor: Gillian
Leonard of Lilypad Editing
Expected
Release Date: Oct. 25th, 2016
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Struggling writer
Phoebe Ryan abandons her southern roots and heads to New York, determined to
leave her nightmarish past behind…
She was not
expecting to meet a famous rock star, or to be coerced into ghostwriting his
autobiography. But she tries to maintain focus on her dream of becoming an
author, despite the attraction she feels for the sexy rocker, not to mention
the baggage that comes with him.
Julian Bale’s world
was shattered one drunken night, and it almost ruined him…
Weighed down by
guilt, he blames himself for an accident he could’ve prevented. He will play
the game, but swears his hot little ghostwriter will never get that story out
of him. As much as he wants her, if he has to choose between his dream and
hers, it’s no contest.
Phoebe and Julian
give in to a forbidden attraction, and their public romance risks both their
lives…
An obsessive fan is
on the loose and now that the secret’s out, it’s made them both targets. The
psychotic stalker is determined to have Julian for herself, even if she has to
reveal their sordid pasts and eliminate Phoebe to do it.
He lives for fame.
She lives to hide. Obsession lives to ruin them both.
Author Bio:
Cora Kenborn writes
romantic suspense novels with strong heroines, complex alphas, harrowing danger,
and snappy banter. She is the author of the rock star stalker series, Lords of
Lyre but refuses to be pigeon holed into one specific genre. She loves delving
into the twisted mind of a dark villain as well as giggling while writing
rom-com banter.
Cora lives in
Eastern North Carolina and is a true Southern girl, growing up on sweet tea,
front porches, and the simple life. She says “y’all,” “fixin’ to,” and should
you deserve it, will “bless your heart.” She’s the proud mother three
hyperactive and occasionally adorable children, and the wife of a husband who
tolerates her chaotic writer’s cave.
Although reading is
her passion, she can usually be found watching true crime shows and crafting
inspiration for twisted new tales. Cora admits to being a horrible cook, an
even worse baker, and believes she’s more dangerous with a hot glue gun than
any weapon on earth. Oh, and she and autocorrect are mortal enemies.
Author Links:
Excerpt:
The coiled body
behind me tensed, ready to detonate. Whoever defended me could hold his own,
but I could still take everybody out with one flick of the wrist. Chivalry felt
warm and fuzzy but I learned a long time ago that one hundred and fifty volts
felt electric and twitchy.
Turning my chin to
the side, I whispered on an exhale, “It’s fine, I’ve got this.”
A low laugh against
my neck curled my toes.
“You so don’t got
this.” His chest rumbled as a strong hand ran skilled fingers around my hair. I
tilted my chin, watching his eyes harden. “You’re up my ass, shit-for-brains.
Don’t ever touch what’s mine.” He shifted his lips against my ear. “Right,
baby?”
One suitor tested my
patience, but two pushed my limit. I opened my mouth to tell him off when he
stole the moment and pressed his lips against mine. Resisting, I murmured
veiled threats as he pulled me toward him. The impromptu kiss dissolved into
failed waves of aggression, and I inexplicably responded to him. Before I knew
it, I’d wrapped my arms around his neck.
After a few
heartbeats of kissing a complete stranger, I finally regained what dignity I
had left, shoved his chest, and faced him with fire blazing in my eyes. He
snickered and waved as my aggressor stalked off. Shooting him a death glare, I
reached for my drink. After scanning for witnesses, I brought it to my lips and
drained it.
“Thirsty?” He
smirked.
“What the hell was
that?”
He snatched the
drink out of my hands, giving me a wink before tipping it back for the last
drop. “You weren’t exactly pushing me away. Besides, I just saved your ass.
Heath Vaughn was inches from having a hand up that thing you call a dress.”
“I didn’t ask for
your help!” I bit back. “I don’t even know who the hell you—wait, who?”
“Somebody had to
step in or you’d have spent the night in jail with that concealed, illegal shit
in your purse. You’re telling me you didn’t know that was Vaughn? Maybe because
we haven’t time-warped back to his 1995 five minutes of fame.” He walked past
me with a smirk plastered across his face.
Struggling to catch up with him, I grabbed his
shoulder in disbelief. “That’s a joke, right?”
“Afraid not. Vaughn
in the flesh, and apparently in the sauce too. Why do you care so much what he
thinks?” He eyed me curiously, his jade-green eyes knocking me breathless.
Finally allowing
myself a full look at him, I quickly averted my eyes before he could see my
racing pulse reflected in them. Chaotic chocolate spiked hair pointed in every
direction and hinted at a carefully constructed morning-after look. A small
silver earring caught flashes of light in the darkness and tattoos decorated
each uncovered arm.
Remembering to
breathe became a chore.
“Because I’m
screwed!” I shouted, frantically waving my phone. “My boss is already pissed at
me, and I was supposed to meet Vaughn here for an interview, and—why am I
telling you this?”
“Calm down.” He
grinned, revealing a deep dimple in his left cheek. “Look, the dude’s so far
tanked he won’t remember he was here, much less you were. Give me your phone.”
“I’m not giving you
my phone. I don’t even know you.”
Rolling his eyes, he
snatched my phone out of my hands. “Didn’t stop you from making out with me,
did it?” He scanned the email I’d been checking all night. Typing furiously,
his lips curved upward and he handed it back. “All fixed.”
“What did you do?”
Thankfully, previous defense training taught me to never label emails with
personal information. In the darkness, he’d never scroll back far enough to
know my name.
“Why must you
question brilliance?” he countered with a sigh. “You sent him an email
concerned for his safety since he never showed for your interview. You waited
but had to leave because you actually work for a living. You’d love to
reschedule since you’re such a huge fan and were disappointed at the missed
opportunity to hear all about his crap-ass reality show, since I assume that’s
all he would’ve wanted to talk about.”
I could’ve kissed
him—if I hadn’t already.
“You’re an evil
genius.”
“So I’ve been told.”
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