Unspoken Promises by H.P. Davenport #releaseblitz @hpdavenportauth

RELEASE DATE: January 16, 2017

UNSPOKEN PROMISES

(Book 2, The Unspoken Love Series)

Unspoken Promises are worse than lies.

Morgan Kennedy and Lincoln Gates have been in love since high school. Their friends have envied their devotion to not only each other, but also the life they’ve made together. From the outside looking in, their relationship is perfect. One mirrored of fairytales. But behind the door, Morgan isn’t feeling as fulfilled as she once did. She wants more. She wants the glass slipper and the happily ever after.

What Lincoln and Morgan don’t anticipate is that a horrific event is about to make them second-guess their wants.

Unspoken Promises is book two in H.P. Davenport’s The Unspoken Love series and is definitely an excellent addition. It tells the story of Lincoln and Morgan who we met in book one.

Lincoln and Morgan have been together since they were sixteen. Their connection was immediate and for eight years their love has been the envy of all of their friends, unstoppable and going strong. But sometimes appearances can be deceiving. When her best friend gets engaged and starts planning her wedding, Morgan starts questioning whether the life she has built with Lincoln is enough. Lincoln has always believed that the life they share together is everything that it needs to be. But when an unthinkable heartbreak occurs, both Morgan and Lincoln begin to reassess the path their lives are travelling. Will they learn to reconsider what they believe their true desires to be and finally find their way back into each other’s’ arms forever?

I love the deep connection that Lincoln and Morgan share. Even when their relationship is being tested, the profound joining of their souls remains deep within each of them and always continues to draw them back to each other. The bottomless, fiery passion they share is absolutely amazing virtually making me hold my breath with anticipation and hope that they’ll finally find their way back to each other despite the challenges they both face.

Once again, H.P. Davenport has written a beautiful story replete with loving and heartfelt romance as well as intrigue with heartbreaking and touching moments that gripped my core. Well done, Ms. Davenport. Very well done.

“What happened to us, Lincoln? Where did things go wrong?” she mutters uneasily. Tears slowly find their way down her cheeks.

“I wish I had the answer, but I don’t.” My voice wavers.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this. I’m losing myself. I hate who I’ve become,” she shakes her head regretfully.

“I hate that I’m hurting you.”

I get up and sit next to her. I place my hand under her chin, lifting her face so I can see her. “I love you. You know that, don’t you?”

“I know you love me. That’s never been the problem.” Her faint smile holds a touch of sadness.

How do two people that love each other repair what has been broken? Can we? Seeing her sad is breaking me. I’m such a dumbass for not realizing how much she’s hurting watching her best friend get something she wants so bad. Something that I’m not willing to give her.

The ride home takes about an hour with the city traffic this time of night. With Morgan’s hand clasped with mine we enter my apartment. The sound of the door shutting echoes in the living room. I turn the lock and toss my keys on the table next to the door.

I follow Morgan in to the bedroom. I lean down and place a gentle kiss against her lips. The touch of her lips is a delicious sensation. I raise my mouth from hers and gaze into her eyes. Christian was right. They are sad. How haven’t I noticed how much this is affecting her?

She pushes up against me to meet my lips again. Morgan showers kisses around my lips and along my jaw. Her breath smells sweet, like the fruity cocktail she was drinking at the wedding reception. The kisses are slow and sensual that drive me wild. My mouth swoops down to capture hers. She parts her lips granting me access to her tongue. Her tongue tastes sugary. My lips recapture hers, more demanding this time.

I pull away from her and gaze into her dark brown eyes. My hands make their way to her face, cupping her cheeks. “I love you, Morgan,” I say against her hips.

She bites her lip, and a groan passes through my lips. My chest heaves uncontrollably. It’s been a few weeks since we’ve been intimate.

Slowly my fingertips pull the zipper of her dress. Once it reaches the bottom, her strapless dress falls to the floor. Her flawless body stands before be in a lacey black strapless bra and matching thong.

I gently outline her nipples, causing her to suck in a quick breath. Her nipples harden immediately from being teased. I gradually work my way to the clasp at the back undoing it. Her bra falls to the floor and I can’t help but lean down and take her nipple into my mouth.

Her hands pull on my hair. I press kisses, feathery and light, followed by little love bites as I make my way down her body. Morgan shivers and arches against me. I guide her toward the bed until the back of her thighs hit the mattress.

“Lie down.”

Morgan complies and I take her breast into my mouth and suck hard. She moans, when I bite her

nipple.

When I look up, I see a mark on her breast. I sucked a little too hard. I should feel bad, but I don’t. Instead, I feel proud. Possessive. I love leaving my mark on Morgan.

I rip her panties off and throw them to the side.

Morgan gasps and looks down at me. “They were brand new,” she says angrily.

“They were in the way… I’ll buy you new ones.”

I continue to torture her with kisses along her stomach, her hip, then her thighs. My hands stroke the inside of her thigh. I explore the sexy curves that lead to her tight little ass.

“Stop teasing me,” she pleads.

When I find her clit, I suck on her sensitive bud. She cries out and grips my hair and grinds against my face.

I lick her, kiss her, torture her with my mouth until she is chanting my name.

“Lincoln, oh, God.”

I smile as I bite her clit, then suck on it.

“Don’t stop. Just like that.” Her orgasm hits her hard. She pulls my face against her and grinds against my face. Her other hand grips the sheet as she cries out.

Her back arches off the bed and her body trembles.

I don’t give her time to recover as I make my way up her body, trailing kisses along the way.

“Who do you belong to, Morgan? Tell me.” My voice low and demanding.

“You,” she moans “Always, you.” Her voice unsteady. She closes her eyes.

“Look at me, don’t close your eyes. I need to see your eyes. You need to know who is doing this to you.”

She blinks, then her eyes blaze up at me.

“I’ll fight for you. Don’t give up on us.” I kiss the tip of her nose and climb off the bed to quickly undress.