Author: Penelope Douglas
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 1, 2015
Organized by: As the Pages Turn
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…
(*STANDALONE, NO CLIFFHANGER*)
Reviewed by Stephanie
I was so excited to hear Penelope Douglas was releasing not just one, but two new books. I didn’t even need to read the synopsis, she could write about wallpaper and I would read it .I am a huge fan of her writing and of The Fall Away series and have read Bully several times. With Misconduct she proved she can not only write one of the best NA series I have ever read but she can also write one hell of a contemporary romance. One of my favorite things about her books is her strong heroines and insanely intense hero’s. True to form we get both in this book. Misconduct also has that whole forbidden romance vibe going on that I love but this time we get something a bit different from the norm. I love the student /teacher forbidden romances but this book gives us a teacher/parent forbidden romance and I loved it from start to finish.
A sexy encounter at a Mardi Gras ball puts twenty three year old former tennis player Easton Bradbury and thirty five year old business man Tyler Marek in each others paths and the immediate insane sexual chemistry between the two is off the charts. But Easton not being one to stick around for any guy no matter how hot he is leaves the ball and Tyler behind.
“Mardi Gras was a free pass. One night when rules were taboo and you did whatever you wanted”
Six months later they cross each others paths once again but in one of the most unlikely places. Easton and her brother Jack moved to New Orleans to start over after some tragic events they both endured. Easton has just accepted a teaching position at an elite private school when at open house the last person she ever expected to see again walks into her classroom.
“Now here she was, my kids teacher, dangerous and forbidden which only increased her allure, and she’d been just as hot tonight as she’d been on that balcony all those months ago-the difference being now I couldn’t fucking touch her.”
Tyler Marek is a powerful New Orleans business man, possibly about to announce his bid for senate. He is used to being in charge and getting what he wants but what happens when what he wants is something he for once can’t have? Tyler never expected to see Easton again and when he does he is shocked to say the least that she is his sons teacher.
“Dark spaces, quiet places. That’s all we need Easton.”
“Easton was a women I’d want in my bed, but Ms. Bradbury was off limits.”
The chemistry between Easton and Tyler was so intense throughout this whole book. Easton was such a strong heroine who wasn’t afraid to speak her mind or let her past define her. Tyler was all sorts of sexy alpha and even though I tried to hate him at times I couldn’t. Both characters were amazing and I loved this book. It was a constant struggle for them between what they should do and what their hearts really wanted. In the end will they cross the line and give into what they both so desperately want or are some things better left forbidden ?
“Ask me if I think about you and miss you everyday”
Misconduct – Excerpt
His three-piece black pin-striped suit looked crisp and dark against his fair skin, and his white shirt and slate-gray tie shimmered in the glow of the light overhead.
I took a few steps forward. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
His eyes shot down to my feet, and I followed his gaze, remembering that I’d forgotten to put my heels back on.
“Always losing your shoes,” he commented, a smile curling his mouth.
I pursed my lips and turned around, snatching my heels off the seat and slipping them back onto my feet. Grabbing the back of the chair, I pulled it behind me and entered my classroom, knowing he’d follow.
“You came to my workplace unannounced,” he stated behind me. “I thought I would return the favor.”
I replaced my chair behind my desk and looked up, seeing that he had closed the door behind him.
“And?” I prompted.
“And I came to apologize,” he admitted, stopping a few feet in front of my desk. “I’ve been unfair, and I’m sorry. Christian has his phone back, so we’ll see how this goes.”
I stilled, my heart galloping in my chest, and I almost smiled.
I opened my mouth but had to swallow the lump before I could speak. “Well, that’s great,” I said, surprised. “Thank you.”
I guess I got through to him at his office.
He slid one of his hands into a pocket and narrowed his eyes on me, looking a little surprised.
“You seem very knowledgeable and determined.” His voice sounded genuine. “You’re an impressive woman, Ms. Bradbury, and I should’ve taken the time to understand your methods.”
I kept my shoulders squared, but my eyes dropped, embarrassment warming my cheeks.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, turning around to grab a dry-erase marker to start writing the schedule on the board for when then kids came back on Thursday.
“Christian talks about your class,” he said behind me. “I can tell your teaching interests him, even if he would never admit it.”
I uncapped the marker and rested my hand on the board but didn’t write anything.
“He really can’t stand me, can he?”
I dropped my hand to my side and spun around slowly, surprised by his question.
And feeling terrible all over again. I should never have said that.
No matter how much I thought I knew about him, they were nothing more than assumptions. Who was I to insinuate his son didn’t care for him or vice versa? And what gave me the right to say anything at all in the first place?
He breathed deeply, and for the first time since I’d met him, he looked unsure of himself.
“I was twenty when he was born,” he told me. “That’s no excuse, but it’s the only one I have.”
I was twenty-three, and I couldn’t imagine having a child right now.
I watched him and waited, not wanting to say anything or interrupt because I found I kind of liked it when he talked.
“I know what you think of me.” He looked me dead in the eye and then dropped his gaze,
speaking in a voice close to a whisper. “And what he thinks of me.”
And then he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t know why I even care what you think. You don’t give a shit about me, but I guess that’s what’s so intriguing.” He moved forward, his soft eyes turning to steel. “You’re so cold and distant,” he charged. “I guess I wouldn’t think anything of it if I hadn’t seen you so different at one time.”
I inhaled a shaky breath, looking down at his right hand. The same one that had held my waist while we danced.
I licked my lips, barely noticing him advance.
“You were flirty and fun.” His voice turned husky, and I looked up, seeing him round my desk slowly. “And you keep pissing me off, but it feels good,” he whispered, playing with me, drawing me in.
I knew that look in his eyes. I may not know much about him, but I knew that look.
And we were in my classroom.
His son’s classroom.
I may have had little shame, but he had none.
He cut me off. “Why won’t you ever say my name?”
I shook my head, confused. “Why do you care what I think?”
“I don’t,” he maintained. “I care that you don’t think of me at all.”
I narrowed my eyes on him, clenching my teeth. “That’s not . . .” I trailed off, plastering my back against the whiteboard as he hovered over me.
“That’s not what?” he pressed, his voice sounding strained.
He stood so close that I had only to lift a hand and I could touch him.
“That’s not true,” I finished.
He leaned in. “You look at me like I don’t matter.” His eyes searched mine. “And I don’t like it.”
About Penelope Douglas
She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or…
You know what? It doesn’t matter. She loves Coke. Now you know.
She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter.
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