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Publication Date: December 8th 2015 by NAL
Purchase Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo
About the book:
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, 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 living, breathing 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…
(*STANDALONE, NO CLIFFHANGER*)
My
Thoughts:
When Easton and Tyler meet up the first time, the sparks fly
between them. Easton intrigues Tyler like no other woman, and he wants
her. Easton is also very interested. Too bad
time and circumstance conspire against them in that first meet up, but no
worries, their paths do cross again.
Little do they realize upon their first meeting that they’d
be thrown together in awkward circumstances, with Easton being the teacher of
Tyler’s estranged son. While they try to
behave and keep their distance, it’s apparent they’d slip up and succumb to
their desires soon.
Tyler and Easton’s chemistry was off the charts, and
I really wanted to root for them as a couple, but at first it was a little hard when Tyler showed himself to be an
utter crap father, and I wasn’t sure I’d warm to him. He shirked his fatherly
duties when Christian was young. As I found out his side and the story and the fact
that Tyler acknowledged his mistakes made it easy to soften my stance against
him. Who hasn’t made mistakes where we’d love a re-do?!
Easton has her own baggage to bring to their relationship and
the fact that she was so young came through loud and clear at times. There were growing pains and drama, but Penelope Douglas
never fails to bring an emotional edge to her stories that keep you vested, and an electric chemistry
between her characters that makes you yearn for a HEA.
Misconduct is a standalone romance that will keep you glued to the pages.
Misconduct is a standalone romance that will keep you glued to the pages.
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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.
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.”
About the author:
Penelope Douglas is the author of the New York Times bestselling Fall Away series. She has her Masters of
Science in Education from Loyola University in New Orleans and she currently
lives in Las Vegas with her family.
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