ARC Review + Tour: Misconduct by Penelope Douglas

Posted December 4, 2015 by Francesca in Reviews / 7 Comments

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ARC Review + Tour: Misconduct by Penelope Douglas
Misconduct
by Penelope Douglas

4 Stars

BOOK INFO


Released: December 1st 2015
Published by NAL
Pages: 368
Format: ARC
 

Recommended Read!

“Can she write a hot and intense story or what?”
~ Under the Covers

I’ve wanted to read this book desperately since I first heard about it coming out all those months ago.  I’ve read Penelope Douglas before and although I didn’t absolutely love those stories, there was something so compelling, raw and extremely hot about the way she fleshed out those relationships that had me itching to see what she would do in this more mature story.  The result?   Extremely happy!

MISCONDUCT is charged with sexual chemistry from the moment you turn that first page.  The allure of New Orleans sets the backdrop for a forbidden love affair between a young school teacher (ex pro tennis player) and the older billionaire father of one of her students.  I loved how they first met and connected, without knowing who each of them were.  And when they meet again in completely different roles and are forced to face the fact that it would inappropriate to pursue any kind of relationship. 🙂

The first half of this book is definitely a lot more intense and panty-melting hot!  Keep that cigarette handy because you might need it after some of those scenes.

But all that hotness aside, the story was very interesting with the exception of the mystery stalker that was breaking into Easton’s apartment and how that was resolved in the end.  I wasn’t too convinced with that outcome and would’ve wanted more of that storyline or have it taken out completely.

Tyler was a puzzle to solve throughout the book and it was a lot of fun to uncover those layers and find out what got him to the position he’s in now.  Not having a relationship with his son.  Not having much of a life really outside of work and now his political aspirations.

Tyler and Easton are both the perfect complement to the other.  Both very strong and powerful characters in their own way.  That worked very well for me because I couldn’t have seen Tyler with a different kind of heroine.  And she’s got the smarts to go with the beauty and strength, so definitely loved her character.

I am wondering if this will continue as a series as I would love to see other stories, like her friend and fellow teacher.  Fingers crossed we get to see more set in this same world!  In the meantime, I’ll be on the lookout for anything else Ms. Douglas writes because … yes, I’m a fan.  Can she write a hot and intense story or what?

Favorite Quote:

Sex happened where and when I wanted it.  I didn’t wait for men who put me on a menu.

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EXCERPT

 

“Why you?” he questioned. “Why have I been thinking of you ever since that Mardi Gras ball?”

He pressed his body to mine, and I shook my head slowly.

“Mr. Marek,” I pleaded, but it was useless. My eyes fell to his mouth, and then I glanced to my closed door, knowing that even though the students were gone for the day, there might still be staff around. “Please.”

“There was something that drew us together that night,” he maintained. “Something that got under my skin, something that’s still there.”

His mouth was an inch from mine, and I breathed hard, needing to push him away, but at the same time, that was the last thing I wanted.

“Easton,” he whispered, and reached down behind my thigh, lifting it to press himself closer against me.

I groaned, feeling the ridge of his cock nestle between my legs.

“We can’t do this,” I told him.

My clothes felt like sandpaper on my skin, and I wanted them off. I wanted his shirt open and to know what he felt like under my fingertips.

“I know,” he answered.

But while his left hand held my knee up, his right hand slid between my legs and rubbed my clit through my panties.

I sucked in a sharp breath and clutched his shoulders, letting my eyes fall closed as my head floated away from me.

“Mr. Marek,” I begged.

But his breath fell against my mouth, and he whispered, “I told you there would be no stopping me when we finally ran into each other again.”

And before I could open my eyes, he’d captured my bottom lip between his teeth and then kissed me, sending me reeling until I didn’t know which way was up.

I couldn’t fight it. His tongue dove into my mouth as he pressed me against the whiteboard and kissed me hard. I circled my arms around his neck, knowing I was getting myself into a shit ton of trouble, but I didn’t care at the moment.

My body needed him. That’s all it was.

I wouldn’t get involved emotionally—I never did.

He grabbed me underneath both thighs and swung me around, planting my ass on the desk.

I groaned, his mouth working strong and fast over mine, stealing my breath as pleasure swarmed in my chest. It spiraled downward like a cyclone low in my belly.

I tightened my legs around his waist as his fingers slid under my dress, raking down my thighs.

I grabbed the back of his neck, cocking my head and returning every inch of his kiss. He tasted like coffee with vanilla, and I felt a hint of stubble on his face under my fingertips.

Dropping my hands down his body, I started unbuttoning his black vest. It was too thick, and I couldn’t feel him.

I pulled my mouth back, then dove back in to flick his tongue with mine.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, eating me up with quick kisses and nibbles. “Why does it have to be you, huh?”

I fumbled with the last button and finally tore open the vest, running my hands up his stomach and chest, covered only by his fine white dress shirt.

But even through the shirt, I felt the dips of his abs and pecs and of his toned waist and back.

Something screeched to my right, and I twisted my head to see the flailing branches of the tree outside scraping against the windowpane. The leaves blew, and I knew the storm would be here soon.

But I turned back to him, both of us breathing heavily, and I loved the storm in Tyler Marek’s eyes even more.

He slid his hands inside my panties and leaned his forehead into mine. I whimpered and grasped the back of his neck with both hands, my pussy throbbing at the thick ridge of his cock pressing against my leg.

He leaned down, his teeth nipping at my jaw as my eyes fluttered closed.

“Tyler.” I let my head fall back, craning my neck for his lips. “Mr. Marek, please stop,” I begged.

His hot breath fell across my ear, and I shivered.

“I thought about you all weekend,” he whispered. “How do you make me do that?”

I snatched up his lips again. I liked what he was telling me too much.

He grabbed the hair at the back of my head and pulled, exposing my neck again as he dived down and whispered against my skin, “When you walked in, dressed in that short little skirt, my fucking hands wanted these thighs”—he raked his fingers down my legs again—“almost as much as my mouth did,” he admitted.

I squeezed my eyes shut, the need becoming agony. “Mr. Marek,” I quaked. “Oh, God.”

I didn’t want to stop him, but . . .

I bit my bottom lip, feeling his fingers slide up and down my pussy, dipping and bringing out the wetness, spreading it over my clit.

And then whimpered, feeling two long fingers plunge inside of me.

“Shit,” I moaned, squirming against his fingers. “Please stop,” I pleaded. “Tyler, please.”

But he just added another finger, staring down and watching the pleasure of what he was doing spread across my face.

“Say it again,” he ordered.

I blinked, opening my eyes, even though his thumb rubbing circles on my clit was driving me wild.

“Tyler,” I said gently. “Please stop.”

His mouth curled into a smile, and he stole a kiss, nipping at my bottom lip. “You don’t want me to, do you?” he breathed out.

He increased his speed, flicking my clit faster and harder and curling the fingers inside of me, making me suck in air quicker and quicker and making me so needy I damn near gave in and begged to ride his cock.

“Tyler, oh, my God,” I cried, squeezing my eyes shut again and feeling my insides swirl and tighten.

“On second thought, call me Mr. Marek,” he insisted, and I popped my eyes open, seeing the devil in his grin.

I bit my lips between my teeth, groaning as I leaned back on my hands and slid my ass back and forth, fucking his fingers.

“Yes, Mr. Marek,” I breathed out, dropping my head back as the whole fucking world started to spin.

One of my heels dropped to the floor, but I couldn’t care less.

He continued staring down at me, looking like he was completely captivated with my face.

“You going to be nice from now on?” he challenged in a hard voice, rubbing harder.

“Yes, Mr. Marek,” I rushed out.

“You going to keep your temper in check?” His long fingers filled me up again and again.

I nodded frantically, feeling the orgasm coming. “Yes, Mr. Marek.”

“And I’m not done with you yet,” he warned. “Just so you know.”

I breathed in and out quickly, my body tensing and shaking. “Yes,” I cried out.

And then the orgasm exploded, spreading down my thighs and through my belly. I dropped my head all the way back, plastering my hand to my mouth to stifle the cry as I squeezed my eyes shut and let him rub my clit, bringing the orgasm to an end.

My legs, suddenly as shaky as Jell-O, released their grip on his waist and dangled off the side of the desk.

He kissed me, holding my lips for a few moments, and for a just a few moments I felt like I did on Sunday mornings. When I woke up and realized I could  stay in bed.

Content.

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About Penelope Douglas

Penelope Douglas is a writer living in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter. She is the author of the New York Times and USA Today Bestsellers BULLY and UNTIL YOU. Look for the next book in the series, RIVAL, coming August 26, 2014.

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Oh, good God. That excerpt! A four? That’s good to know.

I just started reading this one, and I’m in love with it already! 🙂 Great review!

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Awesome review. Now I need to read this book.

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Thanks for the review, can’t wait to read.

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Sounds good…thanks Francesca for the review

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Steamy!

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Cant wait to read the next wild book !

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Wow. What a hawt excerpt.