Cover Reveal - Blurred Red Lines by Cora Kenborn

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 Dark Romantic Suspense

Nothing’s deadlier than sleeping with the enemy.


In the wrong place at the wrong time, my life is forever altered when I witness a botched cartel hit. Kidnapped and held against my will, I find myself thrust into a longstanding cartel war as some sick consolation prize. I’ll make it out of here, and when I do, everyone from the drug lord to the bottom-feeding trigger man will fall. 
That is, if I can stop myself from falling first. For him. I should hate him. He holds me prisoner, but I'm the one who refuses to leave. 


My name is whispered in fear. As the heir to the Carrera Cartel, I’m determined to defy my legacy and do things my way. When an innocent man’s death put a witness on my radar, I try to convince myself I’m keeping her prisoner to discover her secrets. It’s a lie. I want her, but this dangerous attraction risks both my empire and our lives.
I’ve spent my life in a solitude of my own choosing, but now that I have Eden beside me, I won’t let her go. If we burn…we burn together.

"The suspense will keep you on the edge of your seat and the romance will have you both needing a cold shower and hoping your Kindle doesn't melt while you turn the pages." ~ Dani Rene, author

"Val is ruthless, and you want to hate him, but you just can't...Sexy, hot and suspenseful, with lots of mind-bendingly dark moments." ~ Book Lovin' Mama

"I absolutely loved Eden Lachey, she's a tough feisty heroine with heart and Valentin Carrera is the sexy alpha bad boy that Eden feels will break her heart. Val is the perfect combination of scary dangerous and a loving protective hero." ~ Michelle, reader

"Rise and shine, Danger."
Val twitched once then fell back asleep, his bare ass uncovered by the blanket I'd just ripped off. Irritated at his lack of response, I climbed onto the bed and straddled his back. Extending my arms, I curled my finger around the trigger and repeated myself.
"Val, wake up before I pop a cap in your ass."
Like a lightning bolt shot down from the ceiling, his eyes flew open and he twisted his body until he lay on his back, facing the barrel end of his own gun. Slowly raising his palms, his throat bobbed with a heavy swallow.
"Eden," he said, drawing out my name slowly. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like you're aiming a gun in my face. Why don't you put it down, and we can talk about whatever's wrong?"
Pretending to think for a moment, I quickly shrugged. "Nah. I like this more."
His fingers wiggled, itching to grab the gun out of my hands. "I'm not fucking around, Eden. Give me the gun."
"I'm not either, and no."
"What is it that you want?" His eyes hammered into me as his nostrils flared.
Good. I'd been waiting for those words.
Slackening my elbows, I leaned into his chest, enunciating every word. "I want you to take me to Mexico City."
Taking advantage of my position, Val grabbed my elbows, flipping me onto my back and somehow wrangling the gun out of my hands at the same time. Unloading the ammo, he tossed the gun to the side of the bed and held my hands above my head.
Well, that ended up the exact opposite as I intended.
"What the fuck was that about?" he roared. "You think that shit's funny?"
No. I didn't think it was funny, but for some reason a chorus of laughter fell from my chest. As I fought for air, I shook my head in protest. "No, I don't. But how else was I supposed to get your attention?"
"Well you've got it now, speak."
"Teach me to shoot."
"What?" He pulled back, his eyebrows raising to his hairline.
"You heard me. Teach me to shoot. I know a little, but not enough to protect either of us if things get crazy in Mexico City."
Releasing me, Val sat up, collecting the discarded pieces of his gun. "You didn't seem to have an issue when you almost blew Emilio's dick off." Cursing, he rubbed his thickening beard. "Stop it with this shit. You're not going. Besides, waking me up with a gun in my face doesn't exactly make me want to do anything for you, Eden."
Changing tactics, I moved behind him, sliding my palms up his back and down the front of his chest. "Emilio brings out the violent side in me." A deep throated rumble let me know I was on the right track to getting what I wanted. "Oh, come on, Val, admit it. You got turned on seeing me hold it, didn't you?"
Pressing my lips against his neck, I drew circles against his skin with the tip of my tongue. "No? Not even a little?"
"Just think what it would feel like to see me shoot one, to stand behind me and feel me pull the trigger, Val. All that power. All that force squeezed in the palm of my hand."
Another groan and a shudder, and I knew I had him.
Grabbing his pants at the foot of the bed, he shoved one leg in before moving out of my hold. 
"Get dressed."

Cora Kenborn writes twisted romance novels about damaged bad boys, feisty heroines, and unpredictable plot twists. While she may take you on a crazy ride to get there, Cora is a sucker for a happily ever after and will always deliver one for her readers. 

Raised in North Carolina, Cora grew up on sweet tea and front porches and was taught the real meaning of “bless your heart." She instills the same values in her three children and uses her Southern charm to con her husband into believing Hot Pockets are an acceptable family dinner.

Cora proudly admits to being a domestic rebel, is deathly allergic to laundry, and tends to be more dangerous with a hot glue gun than any weapon on Earth. Oh, and she and autocorrect are mortal enemies.


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