Blog Tour: Misconduct by Penelope Douglas | Excerpt | Giveaway



Welcome to our stop on MISCONDUCT tour for Penelope Douglas. This tour is hosted by Berkley.

Misconduct
Author: Penelope Douglas
Reading Level: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary
Released: December 1st 2015
Publisher: NAL
 
From the New York Times bestselling author of the Fall Away series who never fails to deliver a “powerfully written contemporary love story…”*

Former tennis player Easton Bradbury is trying to be the best teacher she can be, trying to reach her bored students and trying to forget her past. What brought her to this stage in her life isn’t important. She can’t let it be. But now one parent-teacher meeting may be her undoing…

Meeting Tyler Marek for the first time makes it easy for Easton to see why his son is having trouble in school. The man knows how to manage businesses and wealth, not a teenage boy. Or a young teacher, for that matter, though he tries to. And yet…there is something about him that draws Easton in—a hint of vulnerability, a flash of attraction, a spark that might burn.

Wanting him is taboo. Needing him is undeniable. And his long-awaited touch will weaken Easton’s resolve—and reveal what should stay hidden…
** This is a New Adult romance novel recommended for ages 18+ due to sexual content and mature subject matter.**

I am officially OBSESSED with Penelope Douglas now! Douglas is a new to me author as of this year and I have now read all but one book by her. So you can only assume I loved this book just as much as the rest and that assumption is a definite and complete hell yeah. I know now not to have anything planned for the day when I start a Douglas novel because it will soon become my  only priority (sorry pup).

Now that we know that I am obsessed with this woman’s work, let’s discuss Misconduct and our very sassy Easton and our DILF Tyler. Easton and Tyler meet at a swanky New Orleans party, not much happens at the party, or after, but they’re both ingrained with each other’s touch, the memory, the longing with what could’ve been. When the two see each other again, it’s six months later and Easton is Tyler’s son’s teacher, not an ideal situation for our future lovebirds. Something else that was not ideal was how rude Tyler was in the beginning, but what was ideal was the way Easton didn’t take any of his shit. She’s intelligent, witty, competent, independent, and (my favorite) sarcastic.

While Tyler wasn’t the most ideal gentleman in the beginning, his character did evolve into someone I swooned over. While I never like talking too much about the story when it comes to a romance or contemporary novel since you can give away a lot of the plot with just little information, I will tell you that Easton’s character has been one of my favorites from Douglas thus far. We get a lot more information on her, past and present and what shaped her into the woman she is today. I’ll find that a lot of romance stories brush past getting to know the person and focus on the sex and the relationship, but reading Misconduct I felt like I actually got to know Easton outside of her relationship. We got to see party Easton, career Easton, tough Easton, and weak Easton. We see so much of her and I think that’s what drew me into this story so much.

Take my advice, if you like sexy romance novels with kickass women, grab a copy, download a copy, devour your copy. Then come back here and thank me. Then if you enjoy this go and buy all of Penelope Douglas’s books and let’s have a party!





EXCERPT

Attendees laughed and danced inside, while the two of us, alone in the cold night with only a few other people lounging around the large balcony, carried on with our stolen moment.
“I should really get back, though,” I suggested, pulling away.
My brother was no doubt looking for me.
But he reached out and grabbed my hand, narrowing his eyes. “Not yet,” he urged, looking behind me toward the ballroom.
I stopped, not making a move to take away my hand.
He stood in front of me, his chest nearly touching mine.
“You’re right,” he whispered, his breath falling over me. “I don’t really like a lot of those people, and they don’t really know me.” His voice turned hoarse. “But I like you. I’m not ready to say good night yet.”
I swallowed, hearing the soft trickle of a slow jazz tune drifting out from the ballroom.
“Dance with me,” he commanded.
He didn’t wait for a response.
Sliding a hand around my waist, he guided me in, and I sucked in a sharp breath, my body meeting his for the first time.
Raising my arms, I put my right hand on his shoulder and my left hand in his as I let him lead me in a small circle, remaining in our own small, private space. Chills broke out down my arms, but I didn’t think he noticed.
I let my eyes fall closed for a moment, not understanding what made him feel so good. My hands tingled and my legs felt weak.
There was rarely ever a time when I felt drawn to a man. I’d felt attraction and passion, and I’d enjoyed sex, but I’d never opened myself up to someone long enough to connect.
Now I found myself not wanting this evening to end any way other than in his arms.
That’s where I wanted this to go. I didn’t need his name, what he did for a living, or his family history. I just wanted to be close to someone and feel good, and maybe that would be enough to satisfy me for the next few months until I needed someone again.
Shaking my head slightly, I tried to clear my thoughts.
Enough, Easton. He was good-looking and interesting, but I didn’t see anything in him that I hadn’t seen in any other man.
He wasn’t special.
Looking up, I asked, “You’re not enjoying the party, so what would you rather be doing right now?”
He shot me a small, sexy smile. “I like what I’m doing right now.”
I rolled my eyes, covering up how much I also liked him holding me close. “I mean, if not this?”
He twisted his lips, looking me over like he was thinking. “I’d be working, I guess,” he answered. “I work a lot.”
So he’d rather be doing work than schmoozing and drinking at a Mardi Gras ball? I dipped my head, breaking out in a laugh.
“What?” He pinched his eyebrows together.
I met his eyes, seeing the confusion. “You prefer work,” I stated. “I can relate to that.”
He nodded. “My work challenges me, but it’s also predictable. I like that,” he admitted. “I don’t like surprises.”
I instantly slowed, nearly stopping our dance.
I said the same thing all the time. I never liked surprises.
“Everything else outside of work is unpredictable,” I added for him. “It’s hard to control.”
He cocked his head and brought his hand up to my face, running his thumb along my cheek.
“Yeah,” he mused, leaning in while his hand circled the back of my neck possessively. “But there are times,” he said softly, “when I like to lose control.”
I closed my eyes. Jesus.
 “What’s your last name?” he asked.
I opened my eyes, blinking. My last name? I had kind of liked keeping specifics off the table. I didn’t even know his first name yet.
“Easton?” he pressed.
I narrowed my eyes. “Why do you want to know that?”
He stepped forward, charging me slowly and pushing me backward. I had to keep backing up so as not to fall. “Because I intend on getting to know you,” he said. It sounded like a threat.
“Why?”
“Because I like talking to you,” he shot back, his voice thick with a laugh he was holding in.
I hit the wall behind me and stopped, glancing over at the people sitting at the table across the balcony.
He closed the remaining distance between us and dipped down until his face was a couple of inches from mine.
I locked my hands behind my back, instinctively tapping the wall with my fingers and counting in my head. One, two, three—
“Do you like me?” He cut me off, a playful tilt to his lips.
I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. I turned my head, but I knew he saw it anyway.
“I don’t know,” I answered casually. “You might be too much of a gentleman.”
The corner of his lips curled, looking sinister, and he threaded his hand around the back of my neck and through my hair, gripping my waist with the other and pressing his body to mine.
 “Which means I’m still a man, only with more skill,” he whispered against my lips, making my breath shake. “And there’s only one place I won’t be careful with you.”


Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author living in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter. Her books include the Fall Away series (Bully, Until You, Rival, Falling Away, and Aflame). Please look for her new erotica, Corrupt, releasing Nov. 17th, and her new contemporary romance, Misconduct

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