Wow! Corrupt was such a good read! I could not put it down! I loved the mystery and the world that Penelope Douglas created in this book. I've only read one other book by Penelope Douglas and that was Bully. It was a few years back but I still recall loving that book. After reading this book, I am going to have to check out more of her books, especially the other books in this series. I'm dying to find out about the other Horsemen! Corrupt is based around Erika and Michael. Erika has always been a part of Michael's family since the day she was born. Michael, a few years older than Erika was intrigued by the little girl who was pushed towards his younger brother Trevor who was the same age. Michael always felt that she was the girl who wasn't meant for him and who he couldn't have, so he pretended that she didn't matter and she didn't exist. Erika was obsessed with Michael, always starring at him, watching him, unable to hide her feelings towards him. She always felt that Michael didn't like her other than the one night three years ago that changed their lives. Michael and his three friends had a tradition when they were in school to do pranks on Devil's Night and her Junior year even though they had graduated, they returned. Erika snuck out of school and followed them and got pulled into their night. Three years later, the guys want to get revenge on Erika for turning on them. There were so many twists and this book really had me captivated and wanting to find out what happened on Devil's Night three years back! I so loved Erika and Michael's connection to each other. I give this book 5 stars and would suggest you read this book!!!
Favorite Excerpts:
"I'm hungry, Rika," he said pressing his hard body into my back, his lips hovering over mine. "I want everything they tell me I can't have, and I see that hunger in you too."
I blinked up, trying to make out the outline of his face in the near-darkness. All I could see, though, was the straight ridge of his nose and the angle of his strong jaw.
"There are too many people that try to change us," he went on, "and not enough people who want us to be who we really are. Someone once made me see that, and I wanted to give that to you."
I stared up at him, my heart racing but so happy I wanted to cry. He knew. He understood what I wanted more than anything.
Freedom.
"Own who you are," he commanded. "And don't apologize. Do you understand? Own it or it will own you."
Relief flooded me. For the first time in my entire life, someone told me it was okay to want what I wanted. To get into messes and to dive in head-first.
To have a little fucking fun before I died.
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