Corrupt by Penelope Douglas – BLOG TOUR + EXCLUSIVE KAI POSTING!

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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.
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Garden of REden: We’d love to know what is rattling around in your head! What is next for you, now that Trevor is gone and Rika didn’t do what you thought she did. Are you going to find your own love, possibly with Alex? And what was going through your head in the steam room! Are you going to go work somewhere?

Kai: Well, that’s a lot questions. I’d like to know the answers myself.

Actually, to be honest, I’m getting going on some business deals, keeping my days busy, and trying to figure things out. I’ve tried spending a couple of days with my parents, trying to repair the relationship. They’ve always been there, but nothing feels normal yet. Not sure if it ever will.

And yeah, everyone wants to know more about that steam room scene, huh? The thing is, it was one of those rare occurrences when you find yourself with the right friends, at the right time, and you all need something—to feel loved, to feel trust, to feel pain, to stretch your boundaries or throw out a challenge. Or sometimes…you just want NOT to think and just to dive in and feel. You just surrender and go for it, because you need each other.

It happened once, and it hasn’t happened again. Not that I would mind if it did, but being with a woman you care about and who loves someone else is complicated. It can GET very complicated very quickly. Not that Michael would let it happen again, anyway. She’s his Little Monster.

And as for other women…I don’t know. The hunt feels good, and I’m happy with just that right now. Power was taken away from me for far too long, and I like being on my own. It’s the one thing I know for sure. I like seeing who I am when I’m not with the guys and Rika. When I don’t have to compromise or answer to anyone, and I don’t have to bend. I like having this house to myself, and I like my privacy. This is mine and no one interferes with what I do in these four walls.

And no, you can’t have a tour. It’s private.

I fell back to my feet and crept through my apartment as I listened to the pounding that had now become a steady attack. My feet followed the sound, stepping absently closer to it, and I finally pressed my ear against the wall leading to my hallway, my heart racing as the vibrations touched my skin. 
Resting my cheek against the surface, I swallowed the tight lump in my throat as the thumping against the wall grew faster and faster. 
There was someone over there. In the empty apartment. 
Holding up my phone, I dialed the office downstairs but got no answer. I knew there was a night manager named Simon Something-Or-Other, but I didn’t think many people were on duty at night. He must be away from his desk. 
I continued listening, wondering if I could ignore it and just wait until morning to ask the manager about it, but the further down the hall I travelled, the louder it got until I was standing next to the rear entrance. 
Opening up the door, I peeked my head into the hallway, holding the heavy steel exit open just enough to inspect. 
Glancing to my right, I saw a door just like mine. And then I heard a woman’s high-pitched cry ring out around me, and I started breathing harder. 
And then there was another cry. And another, and another, and…
Was she having sex? My mouth fell open as I tried not to laugh. 
Oh, my God. 
But I thought the place was supposed to be empty.
 I stepped out, knife in hand—just in case—and walked quietly down to the other door, glancing up and seeing small security cameras along the wall, probably installed when the apartments were built. 
Pressing my ear to the door, I listened, still hearing the thump, thump, thump of something hitting the wall, and the girl’s breathy cries over and over again. 
I folded my lips between my teeth, covering my smile with my free hand. 
But then the woman cried out. “No! Ah, oh, God! Please!”
And my face fell, hearing the fear in her voice. The short, shrill screams were now different. Panicked and scared, and her cries sounded struggled. My mouth suddenly went dry as I stood there listening. 
“Ah!” she cried out again. “No, please stop!”
I backed away from the door, not finding it funny anymore. 
But then something hit the door from the other side, making a loud thud, and I scurried backward. “Oh, shit,” I gritted out under my breath. 
I shot my head up to the cameras, now wondering if they fed to Security downstairs or to whoever was inside the apartment. Did they know I was out here? 
I spun around and dashed for my door, grabbing the handle and trying to twist it. 
But it was locked. “Dammit!” I mouthed. Fucking thing must lock automatically. 
Another thud hit the door, mere feet away from me—so close—and I darted my eyes over to it, my breathing turning fast and painful. 
I pulled on the door handle again, twisting and yanking, but it didn’t budge. 
Another thud hit the door, and I jerked upright, dropping the knife. 
I dived down to pick it up, but just then I heard the other door swing open, so I bolted down the stairwell, hiding behind the wall and forgetting about the knife. 
Screw this. Whoever was coming out of the vacant apartment was definitely someone I didn’t want to meet. I dashed down flight after flight, a cry lodged in my throat as fear gripped my chest. 
A pounding echoed above me, and I spared a quick glance upward, seeing a hand sliding down the railings as whoever it was jumped flights of stairs. 
Oh, my God. I raced down, one flight after the other, a drop of sweat gliding down my neck. The pounding was getting closer and closer, my legs about to give out as my exhausted muscles worked as fast as they could. I gasped, seeing the door labeled LOBBY. I yanked it open and burst through, looking behind me once again to see if he—or she—was behind me. 
But then I slammed into a wall, and I let out a small cry as hands gripped my upper arms.
I looked up and exhaled a breath, seeing Michael Crist towering over me, his eyes narrowed.    
“Michael?” I breathed out, frozen in confusion. 
“What the hell are you doing?” He arched a brow and set me back, away from him, and let go of my arm. “It’s after one a.m.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Why was he here?
He stood in front of an elevator, a different one than I had taken this morning, dressed in a black suit, looking like he’d just been at a club or something. A young brunette stood next to him, beautiful in a tight, navy-blue cocktail dress that fell mid-thigh. 
I suddenly felt exposed, dressed in my silk sleep shorts and black tank top, my hair hanging about, probably in tangles.   
“I…” I looked over my shoulder again, noticing that whoever had followed me down the stairs hadn’t come out the door yet. 
I twisted my head back, looking up at Michael. “I heard something up on my floor,” I told him. 
And then I shook my head, still confused. “What are you doing here?”
“I live here,” he shot back, and I immediately recognized that ever-present intolerant tone that he always used with me.  
“Live here?” I questioned. “I thought you lived in your family’s building.”
He slid a hand into his pocket and cocked his head, looking at me point-blank like I was stupid. 
I closed my eyes, expelling a sigh. “Of course,” I breathed out, realization hitting. “Of course. You’re the one who lives on the twenty-second floor.”
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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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6 thoughts on “Corrupt by Penelope Douglas – BLOG TOUR + EXCLUSIVE KAI POSTING!

  1. Oh wow, that was so freaking awesome! I hope it means Kai gets his own full length story!! Thank you for sharing this with us!

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