Blog Tour + Review: Corrupt by Penelope Douglas

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



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 noticedhim.

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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My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Corrupt was supposed to be my first read by Penelope Douglas but unfortunately I didn't an ARC, still I got one for Misconduct. Reading both books so close to each other I can tell they are so different. Of course, it's not the same story, of course it's not even in the same sphere but in less than two books, Penelope Douglas shows me how talented she is, how she is able to write books in different world and still do it efficiently.

“Say it, Rika.”“I’m a good girl and I’m going to fuck you up,”

They are already so many wonderful review so I won't go in details + I don't want to ruin anything as you must experience everything yourself. Going in the book blind is the best advice to give you. Read the blurb and that's it! If you want to feel the stress, the struggle to understand what's going on, if you want to be on edge, you have to stay in the dark about the specifics happening in this book.

All you need to know is that it involved Rika, Michael, Kai, Will and Damon. While the guy are playing dangerous games and believing nothing could stop them, bringing Rika with them one night will change everything.

Penelope Douglas put in place her story quite slowly. I had some trouble to keep my attention during the first 30%. I also have to admit that I heard lost of friends talking about how hot the book was and I had expectations. Another reason why you should stay away from reviews or even talking with friends before reading Corrupt.



Now I understand better why it took longer than I thought for the book to pick up. The author settles the story a certain way, she give you piece of what's happening to Rika, she gives you piece of what's in Michael's mind but she keep you in the dark with the rest. All the important things falls into place at the right time. The anticipation for what comes next will keep you turning the page faster.

Rika has always had a thing for Michael, as much she can remember; she had always fantasized about him. Too bad he doesn't seem to notice her... Or so she thinks.
Corrupt will mess with your mind about Michael's real intention. It will fucked up your head with the sick games the boys play and your head will be spinning because you need to keep up.

I wouldn't consider this book dark. There are touchy subjects, maybe trigger for some but if I have to compare this one with other dark book I've read, this is certainly not as dark.

"We weren’t going to hurt her. We were going to ruin her."

Rika was a character that I learnt to like. She was frustrating, I wanted to slap her most of the time, I wanted to put some sense into her but I begun to like her when I realize she was just what Michael needed.

Michael is the complex anti-hero I'm used to love in books. He struggles with himself and what he feels. His own battle to do what's right, to stay loyal, to do what he thinks needs to be done is captivating. To me it was the most interesting character. And be sure to read the epilogue because I was stunned! It was brilliant!


Corrupt is a book is a book with different other characters that I'm truly curious about. The other guys Kai, Will and Damon are men I want to know more about. I don't know if the author plan to write something else about these three but it seems unfair to let things that way now. (view spoiler)

PS: Here I thought I had my review done but reading it and I didn't mentioned the steam that Corrupt brings! I almost forgot to talk about how delightful the sex was! And it's not only because there's a threesome in there... nope I can't summarize the level of heat there's in there with that scene alone



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, stepping absently closer to it, and I finally pressed my ear against the wall leading to my ha llway, 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 ther e 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 l ouder 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 ...
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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, probab ly installed when the apartments were built. 

Pressing my ea r to the door, I listened, still hearing the thump, thump, thump of something hitt ing the wall, and the gi rl ’ s breathy cries over and over again. 

I folded my lips between my teeth, covering my smile with my free hand. 

But then the wom an cried out. “ No! Ah, oh, God! Please! ”

And my face f ell, hearing the fear in her voice. The short, shrill screams were now diffe rent. Panicked and scared, and her cries sounded struggled. My mouth suddenly went dry as I stood there listening. 

“ Ah! ” she cried o ut again. “ No, please stop! ”

I backed aw ay 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 whoe ver was inside the apartment. Did they know I was out here? 

I spun around a nd 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 th e 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 th e door, and I jerked upright, dropping the knife. 

“ Shit. ”

I dived down to pick it up, but just then I heard the other door swing open, so I bolted dow n the stairwell, hiding behind the wall and forgetting about the knife. 


Screw this. Whoe ver 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 echoe d above me, and I spared a quick glance upward, seeing a hand sli ding 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 ne ck. 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 labe led 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 sla mmed into a wall, and I let out a small cry as hands gripped my upper arms.

I looked up a nd exhaled a breath, seeing Michael Crist towering over me, his eyes na rrowed.    

“ 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 g o of my arm. “ It ’ s after one a.m. ”

I opened my m outh, 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 i n 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 fel t 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 stair s hadn ’ t come out the door yet. 

I twisted my he ad 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 ey es, 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 Dougla s is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselli ng 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 comment

  1. Thank you for a wonderful review and also for the awesome giveaway