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Published by: Berkley, NAL / Signet Romance
on December 1, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Erotic Romance
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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 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…
MISCONDUCT was my very first read from Penelope Douglas and I was BLOWN AWAY! This was INCREDIBLE! Every word. Every chapter. Every page. I fell in love with it ALL! One of my TOP FAVES of the year FOR SURE! There was so much passion embedded in every single page of this romance. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t take a breath. I felt every emotion that each character felt. I felt it deep within my bones. I’m so giddy that I found another author’s work to fall in love with.
I LOVE me some forbidden romance! I’ve read a lot of student/teacher romances, but I’ve never come across a teacher/parent romance. Well, guess what? It was FANTASTIC! I LOVED the dynamic. It made it more real in a way, more plausible. Not only is the plot beautifully intriguing, but the characters are so complex and so powerful. Many of you romance readers will hate our hero, Tyler Marek. Many of you will love him, and so many of you will LOVE to HATE Mr. Marek. Either way, he will move you with his passion and conviction towards life and towards our female lead, Easton Bradbury.
I went through a whirlwind of emotions while reading MISCONDUCT. I was cursing Tyler’s name plenty of times and there were times I just wanted to give him a big bear hug. There were a lot of instances where I wanted to give our heroine a standing ovation or high-five or something. She was a kick-ass character for sure. She can hold her own against the big boys, even after everything she has been through. There were rough moments, tender moments, and everything in between. There was everything from kissing in the rain to screwing on a desk. There was never a dull moment. The sexy and harsh banter back and forth was delicious. Tyler and Easton pushed each other out of their comfort zones, and the end result was a whole lot of sexy goodness.
If you are looking for a romance that will have your heart skipping a beat or two, or if you are looking for a breath-catching sexy good time, THIS is the book for you! An easy ALL AROUND TOP PICK for this year!
“Good morning. Tyler Marek’s office,” a woman’s pleasant voice chirped. “How can I help you?”
My heart pounded in my ears, and I could feel the pulse in my neck throb. I held back, almost wishing he wasn’t in his office after all.
I needed time to calm down.
But I swallowed and pushed forward anyway. “Yes, hello,” I rushed out.
“Easton, keep your cool,” I heard my brother warn from my side.
I bit my lip to keep the anger out of my voice. “I’m Easton Bradbury calling for Mr. Marek,” I told her. “I’m sure he’s not in today, but—”
“Just a moment, please,” she interrupted, and disappeared.
I sucked in a breath, realizing that he was in after all.
“Marek?” my brother asked. “Tyler Marek?”
I glanced at him, arching an eyebrow in annoyance.
“Easton, get off the call,” Jack ordered.
His arm shot out, trying to grab the phone, but I slapped his hand away.
“Watch the road!” I barked, pointing at the street ahead.
“Easton, I’m serious,” he growled. “Tyler Marek has a workforce of more than ten thousand people. He may be a senator, for crying out loud. It isn’t your place to argue with him.”
I shot him a look. My place?
My brother was worried about his career, but I didn’t care who Marek was. He was still a man.
Nothing but a man.
I turned my head away from my brother, suddenly hearing Marek’s voice in my ear.
Thick anticipation filled my chest, and I dropped my eyes, disappointed that I was actually excited.
“Mr. Marek,” I replied curtly, remembering why I had called. “I received your e-mail, and I’d love to . . .” I trailed off, wiping the sweat off my hairline. “I’d love to schedule a meeting to sit down and work out a plan for Christian.”
“We’ve already met,” he pointed out, his voice clipped. “And it was not a productive use of my time, Ms. Bradbury.”
I tried reasoning. “Mr. Marek, we both want what’s best for your son. If we work together—”
“Ms. Bradbury.” He cut me off, and I could hear people talking in the background. “Apparently I wasn’t clear enough in my e-mail, so let me save us both some time. My son has no problems with any other teacher, so it goes without saying that you’re the problem.” His stern voice cut me, and I felt like shrinking. “You suffer from an overindulged sense of entitlement, and you forget that your job is on a yearly contract.”
My eyes widened, taking in his threat that my job this year could belong to someone else next year. I fisted the hem of the skirt at my thigh.
“Now, I’m a busy man,” he continued, sounding condescending, “and I don’t have time for silly young women who don’t know their place.”
My skin stung from where my fingernail dug in. His son didn’t have problems with me. Perhaps I graded harder than other teachers, and I might have had unorthodox methods, but most of the students enjoyed my class, including Christian. When he participated. If he ever challenged me, it was because his father wouldn’t allow him the freedom to have the tools to participate like all the other students.
“Now, can I get on with my day and consider this issue settled?” he sniped.
Heat spread over my skin, and I bared my teeth. “You can go to hell,” I shot back, raging. “No wonder he can’t stand you.”
“Easton!” Jack burst out next me.
But it was too late. My eyes widened, and my hand tingled, nearly losing grip on the phone.
What the hell did I just say?
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