Thursday, January 30, 2020

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Beautifully Scarred by H.P. Davenport is #ComingFeb20th! Don’t miss this emotional read which tells a story of two people destined to be more and experience their heartbreaking journey.


BLURB:

With her past firmly behind her where it belongs, Juliette has made a career out of turning her scars into art. She uses her skills to help others cover the evidence of their pain, too.

But some scars are too deep, too painful for anyone to hide completely.

Juliette has everything she could ever need-- great parents, her dream job, the best friend a girl could ask for, and a new body to warm her bed whenever she wants. With her focus firmly on the here and now, she never expects a kiss from a stranger to throw a bomb in the middle of her carefully constructed life.

Every wound leaves a scar.
Every scar tells a story.
Her story left her beautifully scarred.




Cover Designed by: Shower of Schmidt Designs


EXCERPT:
Jerry approaches with my drink, clearing his throat. “Here ya go, sweetheart.” Jerry eyes the man standing next to me. “What can I get you?”
Lifting the tumbler to my lips, I enjoy the satisfying burn from the mouthful I swallow.
“I’ll have what the beautiful lady is having.”
Feeling the weight of his stare, I look over at him. The black T-shirt molds to his body, revealing broad shoulders, a core of solid muscle, and a lean waist. If I look close enough, I may be able to count the number of abs he has. His deep blue eyes lock with mine for a long moment. Starting at my feet, he does a slow sweep over my body. My nipples harden while I watch his cobalt-colored eyes as he appraises my entire body.
He leans into me, and I get a strong whiff of his fresh scent, like warm laundry fresh out of the dryer. His head dips to whisper next to my ear. “You fucking the old guy?” His voice is hoarse and sexy as fuck. His breath against my skin causes a fire inside my body to burn. What the hell is the matter with me? I had sex the other day, I should be good for a little while. Although I crave the touch of a man, I have a full drawer of toys to serve their purpose when needed.
I pull back, putting some space between us, and I laugh. “Excuse me?” My eyes bore into him.
He shrugs nonchalantly. “He called you sweetheart when he delivered your drink. When I walked up, he looked at me as if he was staking his claim on you. I want to make sure I’m not poaching on another man’s territory.”
His flawless complexion alone would make anyone do a double-take. But it’s not his face that draws my attention as much as it is the artwork decorating his strong arms down to the tops of both hands. Parts of a back piece peek out above his shirt on the back of his neck. The rich outlines of his shoulders strain against the fabric. His dark hair is wild and mussed, looking like he just ran his fingers through it.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I’m not with him, nor have I ever been.”
I trace the rim of my glass with my finger, trying not to focus on his beautiful face. I divert my eyes to the television mounted to the wall above the bar and attempt to ignore his presence.
“Has anyone ever told you your eyes are beautiful?”
Without taking my eyes off the game, I reply, “If you think that line is going to get you anywhere with me, you better try harder. I’m not that type of girl.”   
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice he arches a brow. My comment must have hit a nerve. “Trust me, you’d want to come home with me. Know that for sure.”
His remark sure as hell got my attention. My eyes widen, and I feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks. Every hair on my scalp stands at attention, every skin cell tingles, every neuron is on fire. What the hell is wrong with me?
I anchor my attention on the hot as fuck man standing next to me. For some reason, his comment makes me want to study him more. I lock eyes with him, wanting to ask what he wants from me. Instead, I lift my drink to my lips and take a deep mouthful, letting the liquid warm my throat.
My thoughts run away from me, fantasizing about how hard his body is beneath his fitted shirt, how his body would feel against mine, how good he would fuck me.
I shake myself from the spell this man has cast upon me. My heart beats erratically in my chest as I wrap my hand around the tumbler in front of me.
He’s attractive: his hard jaw, his sharp nose, his dark hair. There’s a twinkle in his eye; I’m not sure if it’s arrogance or self-assurance. I know from the way he stands, presents himself, he’s used to getting what he wants. This man surely has no issues attracting women. 
I would fuck him. I want to take him home and have him fuck my brains out more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone in my life. A shiver runs through my body just thinking about what those hands could do to me. What his mouth would do to me.
My eyes take in the man standing before me. He is something, that’s for sure. I bring my gaze back up to his, pausing briefly at his mouth.
He leans both forearms on the bar, studying me openly. He looks as if he belongs on the cover of Inked magazine. His dark unruly hair is perfect on him, shaved short on both sides, revealing his tattooed scalp. His jaw is rugged and chiseled with a hint of a five o’clock shadow that gives him an even more manly aura. Blue eyes the color of the ocean and dark lashes capture my attention.
I tip the rim of the glass flirtatiously against my lip, finishing my drink. He runs the tip of his finger over my left arm, and goosebumps cloak my inked skin. Leaning back, I put some distance between us. I don’t like men touching me unless they’re invited to. The fact that my body reacted to him the way it did infuriates me.
He is too good-looking for his own good as he smiles warmly at me. His teeth, even and white, contrast pleasingly with his olive skin. “Nice work.”
“Thanks.”
“You don’t see many girls with full sleeves.”
I smirk. “I’m not like most girls,” I reply, playing with my lip ring.
He smiles proudly. “I can tell.”
My brows furrow. “Really?” This is uncharted territory for me. One, a man never makes me feel uncomfortable around them. I can play the game. I’m always the player, never one to be played. But something about this guy has me uneasy.
He points to my empty glass. “Can I get you another drink?”
Swallowing the knot in my throat, I simply nod while I play with my tongue ring. This is my most beneficial piercing. I’m able to play with it by rolling it around in my mouth at times when I’m stressed, anxious, or nervous. Hence why I’m doing it now. It helps me relax. I can do it without being visible to other people. A better coping mechanism than what I used to resort to years ago, but that’s in the past.
He raises his hand in the air, gaining Jerry's attention. “Can I get two more?”
With his attention back on me, he lets out a low whistle, pointing to my left arm. “Your pieces are good. You can tell the artist knows the craft.”
“Do you think I’d let some half-assed artist work on me? Not gonna happen. Not on my dime.” Jerry places our second round of drinks in front of me.
“Any good shops in the area?”
“As a matter of fact, there is. A place not too far from here called Novocain. Best artists in the tri-state area.” Jerry inserts himself in our conversation before I can reply.
A knowing look moves over Jerry’s face, and I shake my head, chuckling at his comment.
“I’ll have to check it out.”
“You new in town?” I ask, compelled to find out more about him.
He lifts his drink to his mouth and takes a mouthful, then sets his glass down on the bar. “Yeah, moved here last week,” he replies with a dimpled grin.
Damn, this guy is good-looking.
“Do you have a name?” His deep voice does things to me.
“I do.” Biting my lip ring, I shift uncomfortably on my feet.
He leans in, shifting closer to me. “You gonna give it to me?”
I swallow hard as a shiver runs down my neck. Putting a little distance between us, I lean back, looking into his eyes and extend my hand. “Mills.”
His face instantly shifts into a devilish grin. Something stirs in my chest.
He takes my hand in his. “It’s nice to meet you, Mills. I’m Lee.”
I chuckle,  shaking my head. “You think you’re something, don’t you?” I examine him through curious gray eyes.
Lee smirks, running his hands through his ink-colored hair. “Not at all. What makes you think that?” he asks with a cocky smile on his face.
I scoff. “Just a vibe I get. I’m pretty good at reading people.”
A ghost of a smile touches his lips, making him even sexier. “Then read me.”
He rolls his glass between his palms then takes another drink, eyeing me thoughtfully.
Lifting my hand in the air, I raise my pointer finger in the air. “One, you’re good-looking, but I’m sure you already know.” I lift my middle finger to join the other. “You’ve got the bad boy vibe going for you, and I’m quite certain girls throw themselves at you, and I’m even more certain you catch each and every one of them.”
Every single female in this packed bar has their eyes on him and can’t look away. There’s something captivating about him.
He looks around the bar as if he can read my thoughts. He smiles, undoubtedly thinking about it.
 With three fingers held up, I continue. “You’re not used to being turned down because it doesn’t happen often.” I lift my fourth and final finger. “You carry yourself with confidence, which you should. From the work I can see, your ink is remarkable. The artist who did them knows the art quite well. I’m even impressed, and that doesn’t happen easily.”
“You hit the nail on the head with a few, but not all,” he replies, his voice low and husky.
Leaning forward, we are now eye to eye; only our breaths separate our mouths. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear.”
My tongue slides out to flick my lip ring, drawing his attention to my mouth. His eyes travel to my lips, then meet my gaze again.
His gaze darkens, and his voice lowers intimately. “I’m picky with who I fuck.”






Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Beautifully Scarred - Releasing February 20, 2020


TITLE: BEAUTIFULLY SCARRED

RELEASE DATE: FEBRUARY 20, 2020



SYNOPSIS:

With her past firmly behind her where it belongs, Juliette has made a career out of turning her scars into art. She uses her skills to help others cover the evidence of their pain, too.

But some scars are too deep, too painful for anyone to hide completely.

Juliette has everything she could ever need--great parents, her dream job, the best friend a girl could ask for, and a new body to warm her bed whenever she wants. With her focus firmly on the here and now, she never expects a kiss from a stranger to throw a bomb in the middle of her carefully constructed life.

Every wound leaves a scar.
Every scar tells a story.
Her story left her beautifully scarred.


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Tuesday, December 31, 2019

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I am SUPER excited for the release of BEAUTIFULLY SCARRED on February 20, 2020!!!!! 

I am IN LOVE with this book. I cannot let these characters go. With each chapter I wrote, they stole a piece of my heart and at times, shattered it into pieces. I cannot wait for you to meet them.

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Monday, December 30, 2019

Beautifully Scarred - Releasing February 20, 2020


I am IN LOVE with this book. I cannot let these characters go. With each chapter I wrote, they stole a piece of my heart and at times, shattered it into pieces. I cannot wait for you to meet them.
Check out the excerpt below:

Lee dips his head to my ear and whispers, “Thank you for coming back here with me.”
A gasp leaves me as his lips glide across my sensitive skin. A shiver runs down my neck. I hesitate and then shake my head. He takes a deep breath. His lips brush against my neck as he speaks. “You are beautiful.”
His breath against my skin causes a fire inside my body to burn. I turn in his embrace, facing him. When his eyes meet mine, he arches a brow.
We stare at each other for a long moment. My heart beats erratically as I wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls me against his chest, and we stand there in silence. I tuck my head against his chest and inhale sharply. “What are we doing?”
Lee pinches my chin with his hand, tilting my head so our eyes meet. His eyebrows shoot up. His stunning eyes got even bigger and somehow a deeper shade of blue. His mouth twitches. “I’ve never wanted to kiss someone as much as I want to kiss you,” he murmurs.
Lee leans forward until our faces are dangerously close. My mind tells me to move, put some space between us, yet my body is screaming at me to lean into him. To touch his face, to kiss his lips. Every part of my body prickles with want. With need. With desire.
My stomach flutters like a teenage girl being kissed for the first time.
Lee’s large hand takes my face and holds it gently. The mere touch of his hand sends a warm shiver through my body. His hand lingers there, his thumb strokes my skin as our eyes lock. Every time his gaze meets mine, my heart turns over in response. An ember inside my body ignites creating an inferno.
His lips brush against mine as he speaks. “I’m going to kiss you.”
I feel his lips touch mine like a whisper. He raises his mouth from mine, gazing into my eyes. “Is that okay?”
Heat in his eyes, I inspect his face. Being this close to him makes me feel things. Things I have never felt before. Nodding is all I can manage as his lips press against mine, gently covering my mouth. Parting my lips, I raise myself to meet his kiss.
He licks my lips, encouraging me to open for him. His tongue stokes mine ever so slowly. I groan as he tilts my head in his hand, taking control. The kiss is urgent and exploratory. Lee’s lips recapture mine, more demanding this time. My calm shatters with the hunger of his kiss, sending spirals of ecstasy through me.
I move my hands into the back of his head, fingers tangling with his dark hair, lightly pulling him into me with a soft moan.
This was only a kiss, but it awakened something inside of me that I’ve never felt before. Feelings. I prefer to be numb. Feelings make things complicated.
Gulping down unfamiliar feelings, I pull back, biting down on my bottom lip. I run my finger down his bulging chest watching his wicked eyes urge me further. “I’m not sleeping with you”, my voice trembles.
He leans down tenderly kissing the base of my neck. My body shivers and he pulls back, tipping my chin up to meet his gaze. The corner of his mouth kicks up in a grin, making my skin tingle. I feel my blush deepen under his scrutiny.
“We just met. I wouldn’t want you to sleep with me after only knowing me for a few days. So don’t pick apart my words. I’m perfectly happy kissing you and kicking back to watch a movie together. I enjoy your company.”
Pausing, I look into Lee’s eyes. I swallow and take a deep breath to control my erratic breathing not wanting to give away the affect this man has on me. “My company? We met once. Spoke for a short period of time, and here I am standing in the middle of your apartment.”
Deep blue eyes stare at me as his fingers make subtle circles on my lower back. Every time his gaze meets mine, my heart turns over in my chest.
His mouth twists into a smirk. “Yet we met once, and it didn’t stop you from grabbing my dick, now did it?”
I swat his chest and laugh.
The tip of his tongue traces his lips, as he attempts to fight a smile from forming. “Stop overthinking this? Yes, we just met, but there’s something about you. You intrigue me. I want to get to know you. What’s wrong with the two of us hanging out?”
I’m strangely flattered by his interest in me. I furrow my brows. “I don’t hang out. My life is crazy busy, and on the rare occasion I’m not working, I’m either at the gym, catching a band at Murphy’s, or crashing on my couch.”
“We may not sleep together tonight, but mark my words, I will be fucking you very soon.”
© Copyright 2019 BEAUTIFULLY SCARRED by H.P. Davenport

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Wednesday, December 26, 2018

UNSPOKEN FEARS is LIVE !!!!!



RELEASE DATE: DECEMBER 27, 2018
UNSPOKEN FEARS 
(AN UNSPOKEN LOVE NOVEL)
COVER DESIGN: T.E. BLACK DESIGNS




SYNOPSIS:

Life is unpredictable.
In the blink of an eye, everything I loved disappeared.
In that moment, I realized nothing would ever be the same again.
All it took was five horrifying words to annihilate my perfect life…and destroy my entire world.
I’m lost.
I’m alone.
I’m numb.
My life was irrevocably changed.
Is it true that sometimes our lives have to be completely shaken up, so that we end up where we’re meant to be?
Can my closed-off heart learn to love again, or will it forever be bound by my Unspoken Fears?










THE UNSPOKEN LOVE SERIES
PURCHASE LINKS:
Unspoken Words




Unspoken Promises 







Unspoken Vows





Unspoken Fears



EXCERPT

The DJ dims the lights in the bar signaling the start of his set. The Cure by Lady Gaga begins to blare through the speakers and the girls squeal. Camryn pushes her stool back and grabs Morgan’s hand.

“Come on, let’s dance,” Camryn shouts excitedly.

Saved by the DJ and the girls’ love for dancing. Jamie’s eyes follow his wife to the dance floor. Morgan and Camryn throw their hands in the air and move their hips to the beat. They are putting on quite the little show, and a few other girls join them. A few guys who are playing at the nearby pool table walk over and stand along the dance floor.

“The girls are at it again. In a few minutes, those guys are going to try and dance with them,” I say to Jamie who hasn’t taken his eyes off his wife.

“They’re good. It’s like a repeat of the night I lost my shit and went out there after Camryn. Funny how so much shit has changed since then,” Jamie says before turning his attention to me.

Nodding my head. “I remember that. The next day you came over to my place begging for forgiveness for screwing up.”

He lifts his middle finger at me. “Yeah, and your punk ass almost burnt down the apartment building by being a nosy asshole.”

Shrugging my shoulder, I lift my beer and take a drink. “You turned over your man card that day. You’ve never been the same since,” I taunt him.

Lincoln sits there shaking his head as his eyes bounce between the both of us. “You keep 
talking that shit, man. Wait till you find the girl who steals your balls.” Taking another sip of his beer, he places it down on the table. “When she does, we’re going to be the first ones to sit back and laugh our asses off.”

The song changes to Haunted by BeyoncΓ© and the girls grind up against each other. Morgan runs her hands up and down Camryn’s sides, while Camryn sings the song to Morgan. The way they are dancing is drawing attention, and a few men off to the side hoot and holler, which causes Jamie to clench his fist and furrow his brows.

Both Lincoln and I notice the change in his demeanor. Lincoln grips his shoulder and squeezes. “Don’t worry, man, they’re fine out there. Joe is standing at the edge of the dance floor. Nothing is going to happen.”

After what Camryn went through, Jamie is overly protective of her. He knows he can’t hover over her twenty-four hours a day, but he will stop at nothing to make sure Camryn is safe.
Jamie nods his head, but his gaze never wavers.

Aces is packed with a sea of people. Lifting my beer to my lips, I take another long pull from the bottle, and my gaze passes around the room. A flash of red catches my attention in the far corner of the dance floor.

Staring for a long moment to make sure I’m not seeing things, my jaw hangs open when I confirm it’s her.

I can’t pull my eyes away from the way her ass looks in those dark skinny jeans. The pants fit her body perfectly, outlining all her curves. Tall, black boots accent the shape of her calves. Her hair is in a sloppy bun on the top of her head, exposing the knot of her halter top on the back of her neck. The black top falls deep between her breasts and her entire back is on display, giving every man in here a hard-on.

A colorful tattoo covers the right side of her back, starting about her waistline, ending on her shoulder. The piece is colored with bright, bold colors. I can’t make out what the design is, but my cock twitches in my jeans, knowing she has ink on her smooth, ivory skin. Another appears to be between her shoulder blades. I stare at it, but I can’t quite make that out either.

I would love the opportunity to explore her naked body, to find out if she has more. Ask her what the meaning is behind them.

As the beat of the song slows down, so does she. When the beat picks up, her body matches the seductive tempo. Unable to stand the distance anymore, I grab my beer and take a long swig.

I watch her for a few minutes. Rory’s stunning smile spreads across her whole face.

“What’s got your attention out there?” Jamie asks, nodding his head in the direction of where the girls are. Turning my attention back toward the table, I grab one of the shots Camryn offered me earlier. As I toss it back, I motion for Lincoln to slide me the one in front of him. I need something to numb the tingling sensation creeping up my spine. Knocking back my second shot, my nerves begin to settle.

Glancing back to the dance floor, I reply. “I’ll be back.”

Two girls stop walking, and stand in front of me, yelling into each other’s ear over the music. The girl in a red dress turns to face me, running her manicured finger down the front of my black shirt. “Hi, I’m Courtney,” she purrs, leaning close to my ear.

Pushing off my stool, I stand to my feet. “I’m not interested.” I keep my eyes on the one woman I am interested in.

 “Fine, asshole,” she yells, the flirtatiousness in her voice that was there a moment ago vanishes.

Sidestepping Courtney, I head in the direction of the woman who has filled my mind for weeks. Rory’s back is toward me, so she doesn’t see my approach. She isn’t too far from where Camryn and Morgan are dancing, though. My eyes trail her body the closer I get. She pulls her hair loose, shaking her head and her long, chestnut-colored hair spills down over her neck and through the middle of her exposed shoulder blades.

Morgan sees me and smiles. She leans in, saying something to my sister, causing her to look over her shoulder.

Kush-Main by Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, and Akon filters through the speakers, the bass thumping off the walls. Different colored lights begin to flash around the room. An array of blue, red, yellow, and white lights highlight the crowd.

Pushing through the crowd, I move behind her, so close again to the woman who captured my attention a few weeks ago. The woman I can’t stop thinking about. The woman I plan to have beneath me. The woman I want to make mine. And soon.

Morgan wiggles her brows at me, and yells over the music, “What brings you out here, handsome?”

Rory moves in between her friend’s legs, so she can grind up against her. Rory can dance. Her body never misses a beat. Lifting my arm above Rory’s head, I point and mouth, “Her.”

Leaning down close to her ear, making sure my breath blows across her neck, I whisper, “You still owe me a cup of coffee.”

Rory tilts her head and looks over her shoulder, panic in her eyes. She quickly pulls away, distancing herself from me. Her eyes bounce around the club before they finally settle on me. She tucks a loose piece of hair behind her ear, giving me a weak smile and continuing to move her hips to the rhythm of the song as if nothing just happened, as if she didn’t feel the same jolt of energy pass between us that I did.

She looks up, licking those full red lips slowly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. What I wouldn’t do to find out what those lips can do. Seeing her teeth sinking into her lower lip makes my cock grow. She’s begging to be kissed. But in this moment, I’m actually happy with the distance she placed between us because my cock is very pleased to see her.
I recognize the girl Rory was dancing with from Aces. Rory places her hands on her shoulders, pulling her close to tell her something in her ear, causing Rory to raise her brows. Her friend turns and walks over to a table near the back of the bar.

Seeing how her shirt falls deep between her breasts up close, I try not to be turned on by the way the silky blouse clings to her perky breasts, but I can’t pull my eyes away.

Leaning down, I gently move Rory’s hair away from her neck, making sure not to touch her. The slight aroma of coconut makes my mouth water. Whispering in her ear, “I called you. Even texted. And yet, you ignored me.”

Her grin tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She stands on tippy toes so she’s next to my ear and says with a seductive voice, “I was going to call you, but I’ve been busy.”

I nod my head and repeat, “Busy, huh.” My eyebrows raise inquiringly. The contrast between her auburn hair, her fair skin, and those jade eyes, makes her breathtaking. Rory is beautiful. Her defined cheekbones, her straight nose, but those damn eyes.

This is not what I was expecting tonight when I came out. Was I hoping there was a chance I’d run into her, absolutely? Did I think I would? No way. I wasn’t expecting to run into Rory, but I’m glad I did. I let her walk away a few weeks ago, I don’t plan on making the same mistake tonight. This time, I don’t plan on letting her get away.

© Copyright 2018, Unspoken Fears by H.P. Davenport



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COVER REVEAL - BEAUTIFULLY SCARRED

πŸ”₯πŸ”₯ COVER REVEAL πŸ”₯πŸ”₯ Beautifully Scarred by H.P. Davenport is #ComingFeb20th! Don’t miss this emotional read which tells a story of...