BLOG TOUR REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: Misconduct by Penelope Douglas

December 2, 2015 Adrienne's Reviews, Blog Tour, Giveaways, New Release, Reviews 0 ★★★★★

This book may be unsuitable for readers under 17 years of age due to sexual content, drug and alcohol use, suicide, and/or violence.
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Misconduct by Penelope Douglas
Published by NAL Trade on December 1, 2015
Genres: Adult Fiction, Contemporary Romance, Erotica, Romance
Pages: 400
ISBN: 978-0451477286
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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…
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Sexy, sultry, a tad dangerous, I was left breathless…thank you Tyler Marek.

Penelope Douglas, where have you been all my life?  Misconduct exceeded my expectations and left me wanting more.  I’m so excited to have stumbled upon Ms. Douglas and I can’t wait to get my hands on her other stories.  This story was so much more than a love story.  It was about a dad reconnecting with a son he all but abandoned.  There was a message on these pages, and it was told beautifully.

Tyler Marek is a self made man looking to run for state senate.  Easton Bradbury is a child tennis prodigy trying to heal from past tragedy.  She’s his son teacher.  He’s her student’s father.  Neither of them can keep their hands off each other.  From the moment these two meet, it’s nothing but sparks.  I felt like was watching/reading a bullfight, Easton the bull and Tyler the matador.  Both formative opponents.

The push and pull, the sparks, the sexual tension, the flirty banter, the fighting, all leads to an explosive, sexy story.  I thought he was arrogant and he was.  I thought she seemed very young at times and she was.  Neither acted the way I predicted but both belonged together and no matter what I was rooting for them.  Illicit it may have been, crossing a few lines, blurring the edges of moral and ethical standards.  It just made it all the more fun and sexy.  I was captivated by these two characters. I adored them!

Christian, is Tyler’s fourteen year old son.  Honestly he was a much need character.  Too much isn’t always a good thing we needed Christian’s teenage angst to bring levity and seriousness to the story.  I love then romances don’t follow the expected line of either scorned women or major secrets of someone’s past, as the glue holding the plot together.  I like it when an author can bring depth to the characters.  Tyler is ambitious and driven.  He’s smart enough to know when he’s made mistakes.  It’s the wanting to fix them, the knowing how to fix them that’s the problem.

In every story I look for that one thing that grabs my attention and keeps it.  In Misconduct it was every single interaction between Tyler and Easton.  They made me smile, laugh, shake my head, even blush.  I love the sexy when it’s light, fun, real.  But these two are off the charts.  I never knew what to expect and I loved all of it!

“I want to fly you to Fiji just so I can rip a bikini off of you.”

Yes please Mr. Marek!

 *A copy of this book was kindly provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review*

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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.”

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About Penelope Douglas

Penelope Douglas is a writer and teacher in Las Vegas. Born in Dubuque, Iowa, she is the oldest of five children. Penelope attended the University of Northern Iowa, earning a Bachelor’s degree in Public Administration, because her father told her to “just get the degree!” She then earned a Masters of Science in Education at Loyola University in New Orleans, because she hated Public Administration. One night, she got tipsy and told the bouncer at the bar where she worked that his son was hot, and three years later they were married. To the son, not the bouncer. They have spawn, but just one. A daughter named Aydan. Penelope loves sweets, the show Sons of Anarchy, and she shops at Target almost daily.

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