Unspoken Words (The Unspoken Love Series #1) by H.P. Davenport Book Blitz

Title: Unspoken Words
Series: The Unspoken Love Series #1
Author: H.P. Davenport
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Published: May 2, 2016

Two lives…as close to perfect as they can be. Camryn Townsend has everything she’s always dreamed of…an amazing family, supportive friends, and the perfect job. Everything a girl could want. Or is it? A trip back to her childhood home threatens to unravel her web of perfection. Her problem…she’s in love with her best friend and she’s too scared to sacrifice their friendship for a love she’s always wanted. Jamie Banks’ life is the epitome of perfection. His company is thriving, his band is on the cusp of stardom, and the girl he loves is returning home. His problem…the girl he loves has been his best friend for as long as he can remember and he’s not sure he’s ready to sacrifice his best friend for a lover. Pursuing a relationship with the possibility of losing her has him second-guessing everything he knows. Unspoken words are the only thing standing in their way.

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COPYRIGHT © 2016 Unspoken Words by H.P. Davenport

There’s a knock at my door around nine-thirty, but Lincoln didn’t text me letting me know he was downstairs. When I open the door, my jaw damn near hits the floor. Camryn is standing before me in a tight ass, black, strapless dress and those black fuck me heels again. Her dress sits about two inches below her ass. From the look of it, she doesn’t have a bra on either. I can only pray that she has panties on underneath that dress. Otherwise, every time she bends over, I’ll be right behind her to make damn sure no one sees anything.

Without thinking, I blurt out, “You do have panties on under that dress, right?”

Camryn pushes me aside and walks into my apartment while Christian laughs his ass off

in the hallway. With an evil look on her face, Cami turns and faces me. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Mr. Banks?”

I take a deep breath and remind myself to keep breathing. Christian finally pulls himself together and walks over to the couch to sit down. “You got anything to drink in this place?” 

I look at him like he has lost his mind. “You know where the fridge is, help yourself.

What do I look like, the damn butler?” Camryn walks over to the kitchen and pulls out three bottles of Miller Lite and hands us each one. When I take the bottle from her, our fingers graze and the hair on my arm stands up. Camryn knows what she did and there’s no hiding my reaction to her, she simply laughs and walks over to sit next to her brother on the couch.

“You look very appealing tonight. Did you wear that shirt on purpose because you know it’s my favorite?” she says in a flirtatious voice.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I laugh, giving her a taste of her own medicine, then turn and walk in to the kitchen just to avoid eye contact with her. I holler over my shoulder,

“I didn’t know this was a favorite of yours, but thank you for the compliment.” Touche, two can play this game.

"Beautifully written, emotional, and so realistic. I loved it." ~ Katy Evans, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author “H.P. Davenport delivers a beautiful, heart-warming, friends to lovers story in her debut novel, Unspoken Words, with a touch of suspense that causes you to tear through the pages.” ~ Michelle Lynn, USA Today Bestselling Author "Camryn and Jamieson's story will take up a part of my heart forever. H.P. Davenport weaves her words into gallant emotion that literally pours off every page and straight into your soul. I laughed out loud, winced and cried and grew to love not only these two characters, but the whole cast, within moments of opening this book. This love story will raise the bar for every one you read after it. Stunning." ~ Michelle Kemper Brownlow, Author “This is the debut book of H.P. Davenport. And I have to say she really knows how to pull out the emotional roller coaster for her first book! This book has it all. Swoon worthy moments, hot mess moments, and moments where you can not put the book down because you need to know what is going to happen next.” ~ Karrie, Panty Dropping Book Blog “H.P. Davenport has taken my heart on a rollercoaster ride of emotions.” ~ Tami, The Book Enthusiast

Paralegal by day, romance genius by night! When she's not tending to her furry children and her handsome husband, HP DAVENPORT is seamlessly carving beautiful stories from her mind in her comfy PJs in New Jersey.

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A Woman's Touch by Delaney Foster Cover Re-Reveal

Title: A Woman's Touch
Series: A Woman's Touch #1
Author: Delaney Foster
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Published: March 8, 2015

Kovers by Kari

What do you do when life hands you lemons? You grab a bottle of vodka and make one hell of a martini. I'd been through the fire and come out a diamond. I was the owner of my destiny. Yeah that worked for about a minute. Right up until the day Nathan Alexander sent his stupid letter to my office. Then it was like someone had opened up a bag of marbles in a mine field. The life I had worked so hard to rebuild quickly started falling to pieces. Everything that meant anything to me was being snatched from my hands. Bit by bit the storm came raging. All the weakness from my past came creeping back. And any glimpse of hope I had for my future, for my son's future, was blowing away with the wind. That's when I decided to go to him for help. United States Senator, Nick Knight. He is completely unexpected. His mere presence commands attention. He is everything I never thought I'd have. Everything I never knew I even wanted. He calms my storm. He quiets my soul. Even without knowing my secrets, he comforts me. But he has secrets too. Demons he drinks away at night. Maybe we can save each other. Suddenly I'm tired of planning. Tired of running. Ready to feel. Then reality slaps me in the face. Hard. And I am reminded that feelings have consequences...

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~Heidi~

Two hours later I’m in bed relaxed and reading. Thanks to Alex and my weekly orgasm. He definitely fucked me. My body pinned against the wall, his shorts around his ankles, both of us breathing hard and sweating as he pounded me with an almost painful determination. I’m just about to fall asleep when I hear a knock on my door. So he decided to come over after all. It’s strange to me because Alex knows when Hudson is home, there’s pretty much a standing Do Not Disturb sign on my front door. But I get up to answer anyway, guessing the quickie at the gym wasn’t enough to hold him over till next week.

I open the door just a crack and find none other than Nick Knight standing outside. What the f-bomb is he doing here? He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans and just standing there with one hand braced against the door jamb.

“Nick.” I’m sure my voice sounds shaky and confused. Most likely because I am shaky and confused. How the hell did he get in? Then I remember giving him the gate code last week when he brought me to get my spare key.

“Heidi,” he replies. He smells like he took a bath in a barrel of whiskey. I can’t believe he drove like this. In traffic. And made it in one piece.

I reach out my hand to him. “Here. Come inside.” I open the door a little wider to welcome him in.

Nick moves his eyes over my body, making me suddenly self-conscious. I forgot I’m in my usual t-shirt and panty combo. Cut me some slack. I thought it was Alex at the door.

“Were you expecting someone else?” he inquires, reading my mind. The Twilight Zone theme song plays faintly in the background.  Okay, that’s just weird.

Yes.

“No,” I lie.

“Do you always answer the door dressed like this?” Yes. But it’s usually just Alex or Shelly and neither one of them care. I don’t have visitors.

“No,” I lie again. “But then again I don’t usually have visitors at 10:00 at night.” I step back behind the door. 

He decides to come inside, closing the door behind him, leaving nothing for me to hide behind. So I just stand there. What else is there to do? The damage is done. Besides, I’m sure he’s seen plenty of women in their underwear. Hotter women. Sexier women. It’s not like I belong in a Victoria’s Secret catalog or anything. It’s just me. Heidi. He moves to stand directly in front of me. His eyes are dark and serious. He traces his index finger along the side of my face then tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

I’m nervous. I’m confused. I am glad to see him but have an overwhelming suspicion I should proceed with caution.

“Heidi,” he says again. Like he’s reminding himself that’s my name. He is definitely drunk. I’m halfway there just breathing the same air.

“Are you okay?” He’s kind of freaking me out. He’s touching me. I’m half naked. He’s been drinking and I have no idea why he’s here.

“Tell me, are you fucking him?” His hand has moved from my face to my arm now. His touch is gentle yet his tone is anything but. Normally that question, in that tone, would send me running for the hills. Too many memories of accusations ending badly. But I’m not afraid of Nick. I can sense that his question comes from a different place. Not the usual I’m asking because it hurts my inflated male pride place. This feels like it’s more from the, I’m asking because it hurts my feelings kind of place. He’s running his fingertips from my shoulder to my elbow and back up again as he speaks. It’s an intimate gesture. One I could definitely get used to.

His question catches me off guard. “What? Who? What are you talking about?”

“You know who. The chef. Busy hands, wandering eyes, smart mouth” he spells out.

What the hell? And why is this any of his business? We aren’t dating. We aren’t sleeping together. He has no justification in asking me something like that and I definitely don’t owe him an answer. But I feel like I need to tell him the truth. Why do I feel that way? I have no idea. Why is he even asking me this question? I have no idea.

“No. I’m not.” I’m hoping this pacifies him.

His hand stills at the top of my shoulder. He cocks his head to the side and studies me for a minute. I’m thinking maybe he’s trying to figure out if I’m telling him the truth. I lean forward on my tip-toes and run the tip of my nose along the outline of his jaw up to his ear. My lips are slightly parted so he can feel my breath on his skin. He stands completely still as I move back down to his chin, my nose barely skimming his bottom lip. I lift my chin just enough for my open mouth to hover over his. Nick parts his lips as well. We both remain still. Just breathing each other in. I close my eyes and move ever so slightly to one side and softly kiss the corner of his mouth. Then I lower myself back down and look up at him, allowing him the chance to make the next move. If there is a next move. Please let there be a next move.

“Fuck,” he swears. More to himself than to me. “I’m sorry. That was none of my business. I need to go.”

 “Nick, you really shouldn’t be driving right now.”

 He smiles and shakes his head. “Now, Ms. Lemaire. Are you suggesting I stay here?”

I roll my eyes and take a step back. If I keep standing that close to him, I’ll be asking him to do more than just stay here. “No. I’m offering to call you a cab,” I say, attempting to convince both of us that’s what I really want to do.

He inches his way back close to me. “Or you could just give me a ride,” he says with that sexy little half smirk I’ve grown to adore.

His hand inches down my arm to my hand. His fingers intertwine with mine and he pulls me even closer to him. I want this. Good god do I want it. But not this way. Hudson is sleeping in the other room. Nick has had way too much to drink. And I’m not that girl.

I lay my forehead against his chest and inhale his woodsy, masculine scent. “Nick,” I say, the word a near whisper leaving my lips. I want to tell him he should go. I want to ask him to stay. I’ve never not known what I wanted this much in my life. I look up at him hoping to find some sort of answer to my internal contradiction.

He looks down at me and grins. “Maybe another time,” he says. “I really need to get going.”

We spend several seconds looking at each other. It reminds me of when I was in eighth grade and had the you hang up, no you hang up, conversations with my boyfriend. One of us needs to hang up, and since I’m the only one functioning with all of my brain cells at the moment, I decide it should be me. I walk to the door and turn the knob. Nick stops just in front of me and gives me a final once over before walking out. He graces me with one more beautiful, beaming white smile.

“I’ll see you soon Heidi,” he promises.

I respond by returning his smile with my own and watching from the doorway as he climbs into the back seat of a big, black SUV.

It’s two a.m. when I finally stop thinking of him long enough to fall asleep.

~Nick~

She opened the door in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. My first instinct was to shove her against the wall and take what I went there for. Then my mind started to wander. Who the fuck answers the door half naked? What if I had been a stranger? Or a burglar. There’s no way she’s protecting herself dressed like that. Wait. What if she wasn’t surprised by the knock? What if she was expecting someone else? Whoever she left Jackson Street with that Saturday night. The chef seemed pretty cozy with her. Is she fucking him? My mind was racing but all I cared about was seeing what I was up against. I had no right to ask. I have no claim to her. She doesn’t belong to me. But I wanted her to. Right then, at that moment, in her oversized t-shirt and messy hair piled on top of her head. God she looked so innocent. So vulnerable. Nothing like the all work and no play Heidi that comes to my office asking me if I’m okay. Worrying about me. I knew then that I have to make her mine. Then, she does this fucking thing with her mouth. This thing where it felt like she was touching me. Kissing me all over my face. But in reality it was just her breath. Soft, sweet, and hot. Everywhere. My dick was hard as a fucking rock at that point. I swear it was some sort of voodoo brainwashing bullshit because I have been walking around with a perma-rection ever since. It took all I had in me to lasso in every ounce of self-control so I didn’t take her right then and there. I know that’s what I went there to do, but something changed. Seeing her that way, outside of the fierce business woman. Seeing her vulnerable. That was a game changer. No. When I take her, it won’t be because of an alcohol induced testosterone overload. She’ll want it just as much as I do. In fact, she’ll beg me for it. 

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Delaney Foster is a wife, mother, and lover of all things romantic. She is a true Southern Belle who enjoys a glass of wine after a long day and Saturdays at the baseball park. In her stories you will find sexy alpha males, strong women, and a love story worth staying up past your bedtime for.

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So Far Away by Dakota Madison Release Blitz

Title: So Far Away
Series: California Dreamers Series
Author: Dakota Madison
Genre: Adult, Romantic Comedy
Published: April 8, 2016
Published by: Short on Time Books

After being at the center of a sex scandal that made national headlines a former nanny tries to rebuild her life by becoming a personal assistant to a reclusive writer. What happens after your 15-minutes of fame are over? Find out in SO FAR AWAY, a romantic comedy novella by USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Dakota Madison. Maddie Malone is the nanny who made national headlines. She’s the temptress who broke up the marriage of two of Hollywood’s most beloved movie stars. She’s the girl everyone in America loves to hate. Now two months after the Nannygate sex scandal Maddie is desperate to rebuild her life. She accepts a position as a personal assistant to the reclusive writer, Jackson Drake. He’s fired every one of the assistants his manager has sent him within the first few days of employment, but Maddie is determined to do whatever is takes to make her new job work. Maddie is able to follow every one of Jackson’s eccentric rules to the letter. That is until Emerson Drake shows up for Spring Break. He’s Jackson’s son from an affair he had with Bahamian creative writing student when he taught at UCLA. He’s the son who Jackson has somehow managed to keep hidden from his fans for all these years. Maddie finds Emerson incredibly attractive…and Jackson has forbidden Maddie to date him. WARNING: This book contains foul language, insta-love and a little bit of hanky-panky. Buyer beware.

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“That's her.”
If I had a dollar for every time I heard those two words in the last three months I'd be wealthy and not so desperate to find a job.
Even though I'm wearing a baseball cap and dark sunglasses I'm still recognizable. Somehow the paparazzi always manage to find me. Today is no exception. They snap photos of me as I dash into the corner market.
I selected Gino’s, a small neighborhood grocery store, because I thought it would be safe. Or at least safer than some place like Trader Jay's Whole Foods Organic Gluten Free Market where the paparazzi expect to see celebrities.
Not that I’m famous…more like infamous. I’m the Naughty Nanny. That’s the moniker I was given by the press following Nannygate.
“That's her.” A young blond girl elbows her friend and points in my direction. The two whisper and snicker as they gawk at me.
People aren't subtle when they stare. And they often say rude things about me, right to my face. I've even had a woman spit on me. Obviously she was a big fan of America’s Sweetheart, Annabelle Miller.
I had only worked for movie stars, Daniel Robinson and Annabelle Miller aka Dannabelle, for a few months before all hell broke loose.
Annabelle accused me of screwing her husband and immediately filed for divorce.
When two of the hottest celebrities in Hollywood split up it’s big news, especially when there’s another woman involved.
And I just happened to be the other woman.
I do my best to remember the few items I had intended to pick up at the market.
Tomatoes, pasta, mushrooms…I can’t remember the fourth item.
It’s difficult to keep my mind on my grocery list while every other customer in the place gapes at me.
Olive oil. I snap my fingers. That’s the final item on the list.
The older woman at the cash register doesn’t seem to recognize me. I consider that a small miracle. She just asks me for my twenty bucks then bags my items.
When I step out of the store there are still several photographers waiting to snap shots of me.  
How many people are able to completely ruin their lives by the time they’re 26 years old? I’ve certainly done an excellent job of it.
I wave to the guys snapping my photo and then give them the finger. I’ve got nothing to lose. Everyone in the English-speaking world already hates me.
Of course no one knows the real story, and oddly enough no one seems to care. The scandal took on a life of its own and I became the target of hatred and scorn.
Two months have gone by since the story made national headlines. I thought the media attention would eventually fade, but it hasn’t yet. With the world watching Daniel and Annabelle go through an ugly divorce, my name continues to be dragged through the mud.
I realized very quickly that I would never be able to get another gig as a nanny. No woman wants the Naughty Nanny anywhere near her husband and kids. What I didn’t anticipate was that no one would hire me to do anything ever again. I’ve applied for hundreds of jobs, for which I’ve been qualified, everything from marketing to retail management. Mostly I’ve gotten thanks-but-no-thanks letters. The few interviews I have managed to snag have gone sideways the moment the interviewers realized why they recognized me.
I guess I could pose for a nude magazine and complete the cycle of public humiliation and degradation.
At least it would pay the bills that are starting to pile up.
The paparazzi follow me as I begin the walk back to the condo where I’ve been staying. Luckily my best friend, Nellie Berg, and her boyfriend, Roscoe, have an extra bedroom and have graciously allowed me to use it for as long as I need to.
I realize I’m like the rusty third wheel, and I won’t be able to stay with them indefinitely, but I really don’t want to have to move back in with my mother and husband number six.
Or maybe it’s number seven.
Honestly I’ve lost count.
Either it’s a very slow news day, or something else has happened in Daniel and Annabelle’s ongoing divorce saga and they need some new photos of the nanny to go along with the breaking story.
When did Americans become so obsessed with celebrities and scandals? Why does everyone love it when celebrities are torn down and ripped to shreds in such a public way?
Nellie is watching Hollywood Exposed when I enter the condo.
The place is very upscale, and I’m sure very expensive. It’s easily three times the size of the shitty apartment that Nellie and I shared when we lived together. That was before I become a nanny and before she met Roscoe.
Nellie never told me the entire story, but apparently Roscoe inherited quite a bit of money when his mom passed away. Enough to afford a place that easily cost three quarters of a million dollars.
Nellie and Roscoe are both screenwriters, but Nellie is a little further along in her career than he is. She’s already had one of her scripts optioned by a producer.
“What’s up?” I shout over the television.
She quickly shuts it off when she hears me. “Sorry!”
“Let me guess. More breaking news in Daniel and Annabelle’s divorce case.”
Nellie scrunches up her button nose. “A former stripper now turned model-actress claims she has a sex tape featuring you, her and Daniel in a threesome.”
I roll my eyes. “I wish I had as much sex as the tabloids claim.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to hire a lawyer? Maybe a publicist? Something?”
I shake my head. “What’s the use? Everyone is already convinced I’m a conniving whore who came between Daniel and Annabelle. Everyone loves Annabelle Miller. She’s America’s Sweetheart. No one wants to hear that she’s a mean, crazy bitch who just didn’t want to be married to her husband anymore. It’s easier to believe a gigantic lie than it is to believe the truth. Especially when it’s a truth you don’t want to hear.”

USA TODAY Bestselling author Dakota Madison is known for writing new adult, love in midlife, and contemporary romance with a little spice and lots of heart. Dakota is a winner of the prestigious RONE Award for Excellence in the Indie and Small Publishing Industry. When she's not at her computer creating spicy stories Dakota likes to spend time with her husband and their bloodhounds. Dakota also writes under the pen names SAVANNAH YOUNG, SIERRA AVALON and REN MONTERREY.

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