Title: Fame & Obsession Author: Cora Kenborn Genre: Romantic Suspense Cover Designer: Deranged Doctor Design Publisher: Limitless Publishing Editor: Gillian Leonard of Lilypad Editing Expected Release Date: Oct. 25th, 2016 Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
Blurb:Struggling writer Phoebe Ryan abandons her southern roots and heads to New York, determined to leave her nightmarish past behindâ¦
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 Baleâs world was shattered one drunken night, and it almost ruined himâ¦
Weighed down by guilt, he blames himself for an accident he couldâve 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, itâs no contest.
Phoebe and Julian give in to a forbidden attraction, and their public romance risks both their livesâ¦
An obsessive fan is on the loose and now that the secretâs out, itâs 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.
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 âyâall,â âfixinâ to,â and should you deserve it, will âbless your heart.â Sheâs the proud mother three hyperactive and occasionally adorable children, and the wife of a husband who tolerates her chaotic writerâs 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 sheâs more dangerous with a hot glue gun than any weapon on earth. Oh, and she and autocorrect are mortal enemies.
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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, âItâs fine, Iâve got this.â
A low laugh against my neck curled my toes.
âYou so donât got this.â His chest rumbled as a strong hand ran skilled fingers around my hair. I tilted my chin, watching his eyes harden. âYouâre up my ass, shit-for-brains. Donât ever touch whatâs mine.â He shifted his lips against my ear. âRight, baby?â
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, Iâd 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.
âThirsty?â He smirked.
âWhat the hell was that?â
He snatched the drink out of my hands, giving me a wink before tipping it back for the last drop. âYou werenât 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.â
âI didnât ask for your help!â I bit back. âI donât even know who the hell youâwait, who?â
âSomebody had to step in or youâd have spent the night in jail with that concealed, illegal shit in your purse. Youâre telling me you didnât know that was Vaughn? Maybe because we havenât time-warped back to his 1995 five minutes of fame.â He walked past me with a smirk plastered across his face.
Struggling to catch up with him, I grabbed his shoulder in disbelief. âThatâs a joke, right?â
âAfraid not. Vaughn in the flesh, and apparently in the sauce too. Why do you care so much what he thinks?â 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.
âBecause Iâm screwed!â I shouted, frantically waving my phone. âMy boss is already pissed at me, and I was supposed to meet Vaughn here for an interview, andâwhy am I telling you this?â
âCalm down.â He grinned, revealing a deep dimple in his left cheek. âLook, the dudeâs so far tanked he wonât remember he was here, much less you were. Give me your phone.â
âIâm not giving you my phone. I donât even know you.â
Rolling his eyes, he snatched my phone out of my hands. âDidnât stop you from making out with me, did it?â He scanned the email Iâd been checking all night. Typing furiously, his lips curved upward and he handed it back. âAll fixed.â
âWhat did you do?â Thankfully, previous defense training taught me to never label emails with personal information. In the darkness, heâd never scroll back far enough to know my name.
âWhy must you question brilliance?â he countered with a sigh. âYou 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. Youâd love to reschedule since youâre such a huge fan and were disappointed at the missed opportunity to hear all about his crap-ass reality show, since I assume thatâs all he wouldâve wanted to talk about.â
I couldâve kissed himâif I hadnât already.
âYouâre an evil genius.â
âSo Iâve been told.â