I was told that dreams were our heart….Corrupt by Penelope Douglas….

TB - Corrupt

Title: Corrupt
Author: Penelope Douglas
Genre: Dark | Erotica | Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 17, 2015
Tour Hosted by: As the Pages Turn

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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 sta
r of his

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

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
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 a
m 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.

ve waited. We

ve been patient. And now every last one of her nightmares will
come true.

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Corrupt ~ Excerpt

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, stepp
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-
-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 entranc
Opening up the door, I peeked my head into the hallway, holding th
e heavy steel
exit open just enough to inspect.
Glancing to my right, I saw a door just like mine. And then I hear
d 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, p
installed when the apartments were built.
Pressing my ear to the door, I listened, still hearing the thump, thum
p, 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 fr
ee 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 scr
eams were now
different. Panicked and scared, and her cries sounded struggled.
My mouth
suddenly went dry as I stood there listening.


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 tryi
ng to twist it.
But it was locked.


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 did

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 swi
ng open, so I
bolted down the stairwell, hiding behind the wall and forgetting a
bout 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
throat as fear gripped my chest.
A pounding echoed above me, and I spared a quick glance upward, se
eing 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 sw
eat gliding down
my neck. The pounding was getting closer and closer, my legs about to gi
ve out as
my exhausted muscles worked as fast as they could. I gasped, seeing the
labeled LOBBY. I yanked it open and burst through, looking behind m
e 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 hand
s gripped my upper
I looked up and exhaled a breath, seeing Michael Crist towering ove
r me, his eyes


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.


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 m
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 dre
ss that fell
I suddenly felt exposed, dressed in my silk sleep shorts and black tank
top, my hair
hanging about, probably in tangles.

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-b
lank 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.

About Penelope Douglas

Penelope D

Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall St
reet Journal
bestselling author of the Fall Away series.
She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and b
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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