Title: Corrupt
Standalone Novel
Author: Penelope Douglas
Release Date: AVAILABLE NOW!!

I was told that dreams were our heart’s desires. My nightmares, however, became my obsession.
His name is Michael Crist.
My boyfriend’s older brother is like that scary movie that you peek through your hand to watch. He is handsome, strong, and completely terrifying. The star of his college’s basketball team and now gone pro, he’s more concerned with the dirt on his shoe than me.
But I noticed him.
I saw him. I heard him. The things that he did, and the deeds that he hid…For years, I bit my nails, unable to look away.
Now, I’ve graduated high school and moved on to college, but I haven’t stopped watching Michael. He’s bad, and the dirt I’ve seen isn’t content to stay in my head anymore.
Because he’s finally noticed me.
Her name is Erika Fane, but everyone calls her Rika.
My brother’s girlfriend grew up hanging around my house and is always at our dinner table. She looks down when I enter a room and stills when I am close. I can always feel the fear rolling off of her, and while I haven’t had her body, I know that I have her mind. That’s all I really want anyway.
Until my brother leaves for the military, and I find Rika alone at college.
In my city.
The opportunity is too good to be true as well as the timing. Because you see, three years ago she put a few of my high school friends in prison, and now they’re out.
We’ve waited. We’ve been patient. And now every last one of her nightmares will come true.
This book. Holy shit.

Talk about a wicked web of unpredictability. Talk about a side to Penelope Douglas we've never seen before. Talk about a book I cant get out of my mind. Talk about dark. Morally repugnant and downright perverse, Corrupt is an unsavory story of lust and revenge, deep seeded hatred and brutal unrequited love. This story shocked me with an onslaught of unexpected feelings, gutting me and setting me free all at once. This captivating, fiercely raw story of desolation and violence, fear and burning need, honest to freaking God, gripped me from beginning to end. If you're looking for the kind of book that will claw its way into your veins and tilt your world on end, Penelope Douglas' Corrupt IS. THAT. BOOK.

From the very first pages, this story had plunged its way under my skin and burrowed in. I felt actual terror while reading this story, profound dread, utter despair. But through all the treachery was this niggling hope that maybe... maybe there was a chance for some form of a happy-ish ending. I wouldn't even allow myself to dare consider the possibility of a true blue happy ending in the classic sense of the word and once you meet Michael Crist, you'll see why. The ruthless juxtaposition of cruelty and lust, yearning and loathing, love and terror within these pages... that perfectly plotted out controlled chaos does crazy things to a reader. I was sickened and forlorn, but my heart raced with uncertain excitement. Such a twisted, tumultuous course of events evolves in this book.

Penelope Douglas has woven a wicked web of secrecy, deceit and mind games in Corrupt. There's no way to know which way is up with this story, nothing truly making sense until it does. Until it unfolds in explosive twist after twist. I've been a fan of this author since reading Bully what seems like forever ago. Through that entire series it was clear that Douglas is an author with a hardcore propensity for angsty, emotionally turbulent storylines. It's my own craving for those painful, gripping stories that always keeps me coming back for more. With that said, I had no idea what this author was capable of, what her box of literary tricks still held. Corrupt is proof that box is fathomless. She seriously upped the ante with Corrupt, delving deep into the darker side of romance, the ugly side of fiction in general and executing this gritty, unforgettable, twisted tale that, in my opinion, is her best writing, best story telling, best best best everything yet.

I think most readers are going to freaking love this book. A few are going to hate it because it pushes boundaries, makes you a little uncomfortable, makes you hate the characters you love and love the characters you want to hate. Isn't that what corruption is though? Taking the clean and dirtying it up a bit? That's what Penelope Douglas did to me, corrupting this romance reader with the dirt and grime and ugliness of this story and making me love it, crave it, want more and more and more. It ruined me. The whole premise of this book is about pushing your own boundaries, breaking the rules, discovering exactly what you're made of when you stop doing what people expect and start doing whatever the hell you want. That's the story and that's the author. Penelope Douglas pushed herself and, in turn, pushed me. She broke the rules, broke boundaries, showed us what she's made of with her storytelling and her brilliant writing. And she fucking killed it.

Jessica's Rating:


I have to take a minute to calm my shit, but I will say that that was f**king INSANE. I didn't know what I was going to get. I have read exactly one Penelope Douglas book and it was Bully --which I really liked-- and this being a DARK read, well I wasn't sure how dark she was going to go. I had no idea what she was going to give me and I went into this with a shitload of curiosity and a sprinkling of hesitation that I was going to be left underwhelmed and that it would not live up to the kick butt blurb.

It did. It totally lived up to the blurb. I was NOT disappointed. Not even one little bit. Holy f**king sh*tballs of fire and ice. 

It was dark. Not overly dark, but pretty fucking wicked. I know I'm swearing a lot, but f++k me. F**KKKKKKKK. This book is no joke. My heart is still beating wildly. Corrupt incites passion in the reader. Whether it's fear/anxiety/worry/lust/pain/love, it pulls emotion out of you in the most viciously incredible way. It's dysfunctional, yet seductive and compelling and just addicting. 

The sex is hot and full of raw and volatile feels. The characters are spellbinding and completely unreal. You're either loving them or hating them. The back and forth, the tug of war, is so tangible you feel it rip apart every seam of your heart time and time again. 

I felt pain. 
I felt lust--serious, serious lust. 
I felt intense anger--rage. 
I felt betrayed. 
I felt curious. 
I felt overwhelmed. 
I felt intrigued.
I felt scared. 
I felt anxious.
I felt so many freaking things. 

I really... God, I'm rambling at this point. I don't know what to say. I'm definitely not going to give you a plot break down. Just go into this book blind. AND BE FREAKING READY! It's nuts. I certainly don't think it's an "everybody" book, but I will tell you that Corrupt is really well written. VERY. VERY. VERY well written. 

I'm kind of blown away. 
Actually, I'm really freaking blown away.
I'm just speechless. 

Angie's Rating:

I turned and stalked off, taking a left down the hallway toward the elevator. The doors opened as soon as I pushed the button, and I stepped inside, trying to calm my racing heart.
They still intimidated me.
And excited me. And challenged me. And knotted me up.
I’d kind of wanted to go to a party but not with them.
The doors started closing, but just then a hand shot into the elevator, and I jumped, seeing the doors re-open. I sucked in a breath, staring wide-eyed as Michael reached in, grabbed my shirt by the collar with one hand, and pulled me out.
“Michael!” I shouted.
I stumbled into him, and before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my wrists and locked them behind my back, walking into me and forcing me backward, back down the hall toward the kitchen.
“Let me go!” I demanded, my lips brushing the tip of his chin.
“I don’t know, guys,” he teased over my head, “she still seems pretty fucking easy to push around. What do you think?”
Laughter greeted me as he forced me back into the living area.
Every muscle in my body was on fire, and the tips of my toes kept getting caught under his sneakers.
I twisted my body, trying to break his hold. “What the hell are you doing?”
I pushed against his chest and jerked my body to the left, tearing out of his hold with every muscle I could muster.
I stumbled, losing my balance, and fell backward, crashing to the floor. Pain shot through my ass, running down my legs as the fall knocked the wind out me. 
Shooting my hands behind me, I pushed myself up and bent my knees, looking up at him as he advanced.
He stalked over and then stopped, towering over me.  I immediately moved my hands and feet, crawling backward, away from him.
But then I felt something at my back, and I halted. I twisted my head, seeing a dark pant leg, and I didn’t know if it was Damon, Will, or Kai, but it didn’t matter. I was closed in.
Oh, no. I slowly raised my eyes, seeing Michael’s lips tilt in a devious smile. I stopped breathing, seeing him lower his body to the floor, planting his knees between my bent legs, and his hands at my sides. 
My neck arched back as his face hovered over mine, but I tried to keep myself up as much as possible, no matter how close his body got.
“I thought you were one of us,” his whispered, his breath caressing my lips. “I thought you could play.”
I stilled, staring into his eyes.
You’re one of us now. Will had said that to me on that night so long ago.
Michael’s amber eyes searched mine and then dropped to my mouth, his breathing growing heavy as he stared at me like he was about to take a bite.
I wanted to cry. What the hell was going on?
Three years ago was nearly the happiest night of my life, and it quickly became the worst. And ever since then, Michael not only acted as if I didn’t exist, but also, at times, as if he wished I didn’t.
Now the guys were free, and they were all back together again. What did I have to do with any of this? What did he want with me?
“I don’t know this game,” I told him, barely audible.
He stared into my eyes, thinning his own as if studying me. “All you need to know,” he finally answered, “is that you can’t tap out.”

Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series.  

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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  1. thanks for the chance <3 can`t wait to read it!

  2. Wow...what a great excerpt,I'm going to get this tonight but I think I'll wait for daylight to read it...sounds dark, intense, can't wait... Thanks for sharing

  3. Wow...what a great excerpt,I'm going to get this tonight but I think I'll wait for daylight to read it...sounds dark, intense, can't wait... Thanks for sharing

  4. Looking forward to read this.p

  5. Sou dsl like a book that will leave you reeling for days. Cannot wait to read. Thank you for the giveaway.

  6. Doesn't sound like a comfortable read, but it sounds interesting.