Praise for the Fall Away series
‘I read this book in one sitting. Rival was as gripping as it was sexy!’ #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover
‘Full of feeling and intensity that will appeal to the reader seeking an emotional rush’ IndieReader
‘This smoking-hot, action-packed story is a powerful addition to the edgy side of the genre, and readers will eagerly anticipate the next installment’ Publishers Weekly
‘I was really craving a book that would make me stop everything I was supposed to be doing and devour every word… and that’s exactly what Bully did!’ Smitten Book Blog
‘A unique twist on the bad boy meets good girl tale. I could not put it down!’ Aestas Book Blog
‘She did something seasoned writers haven’t been able to do – take a hero who was a complete ass and make me fall in love with him’ Scandalicious Book Reviews
Penelope Douglas is the author of the New York Times bestselling Fall Away series. Born in Dubuque, Iowa, she earned a bachelor’s degree in public administration and then a master’s of education at Loyola University in New Orleans before becoming a teacher. She now writes full-time and lives in Las Vegas with her husband and their daughter.
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BY PENELOPE DOUGLAS
Fall Away series:
Bully
Until You
Rival
Falling Away
Aflame (e-novella)
COPYRIGHT
Published by Piatkus
978-0-3494-1022-7
All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © Penelope Douglas, 2015
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Misconduct
Table of Contents
Praise for the Fall Away series
About the Author
By Penelope Douglas
COPYRIGHT
Dedication
Epigraph
Epigraph
Playlist
ONE: Easton
TWO: Easton
THREE: Tyler
FOUR: Easton
FIVE: Tyler
SIX: Easton
SEVEN: Easton
EIGHT: Tyler
NINE: Easton
TEN: Tyler
ELEVEN: Easton
TWELVE: Tyler
THIRTEEN: Easton
FOURTEEN: Tyler
FIFTEEN: Easton
SIXTEEN: Tyler
SEVENTEEN: Easton
EIGHTEEN: Tyler
NINETEEN: Easton
TWENTY: Easton
TWENTY-ONE: Tyler
TWENTY-TWO: Easton
TWENTY-THREE: Tyler
TWENTY-FOUR: Easton
TWENTY-FIVE: Tyler
TWENTY-SIX: Easton
TWENTY-SEVEN: Easton
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Readers Guide
Falling Away
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PLAYLIST
“Home” by Three Days Grace
“Dangerous” by Shaman’s Harvest
“Always” by Saliva
“Hazy Shade of Winter” by the Bangles
“Because I Got High” by Afroman
“Only Girl” by Rihanna
“You Know You Like It” by DJ Snake & AlunaGeorge
“Room to Breathe” by You Me at Six
“Untraveled Road” by Thousand Foot Krutch
“Drown” by Theory of a Deadman
“When the Saints Go Marching In” by Louis Armstrong
“To the Hills” by Laurel
“Failure” by Breaking Benjamin
“Paralyzed” by In Flames
“Glycerine” by Bush
“No Woman, No Cry” by Bob Marley and the Wailers
ONE
EASTON
While most Mardi Gras balls were lively, with performers from their parades that day in attendance to entertain the guests, this particular party overflowed with a very different vibe.
I looked around me at the rich and powerful who made up the guest list, sizing everyone up, their connections and names more of a résumé than their educations or careers.
And while everyone around me appeared relaxed – due to the heavy flow of champagne, I was sure – it was just a mask on top of their masks.
They weren’t calm. They were working. Deals were being made and relationships bought, and the politicians were always on the job.
But still… there was a charge in the air. It was Mardi Gras in New Orleans, after all.
It was the time of year when many locals escaped the city, with the tsunami of tourists clogging the streets and the traffic turning what was normally a fifteen-minute drive into three hours as constant parades blocked your route.
The city and its surrounding areas hosted between forty and fifty parades every Mardi Gras season, and each parade had a krewe – a not-for-profit organization that donated money to build the floats, some costing as much as eighty thousand dollars, while the krewe members enjoyed the privilege of donning masks as they tossed beads and other trinkets into a bedlam of outstretched hands and screaming crowds.
This particular krewe was exclusive, almost aristocratic with its money and political connections. Lawyers, CEOs, judges, you name it… Anyone who was anyone in this city was here tonight. Hence why my brother accepted an invitation.
Jack knew that New Orleans society was like a candy-covered chocolate. You had to break through the shell to get to the good stuff.
Deals and relationships weren’t made at conference tables or offices. They were settled over glasses of Chivas at a cigar bar or around ten pounds of crawfish at a filthy seafood dive in the Quarter with calliope music from the Natchez steamboat drifting in through the open French doors. People didn’t trust signatures so much as they trusted your ability to bullshit while you were drunk.