My name is Tate. He doesn’t call me that, though. He would never refer to me so informally, if he referred to me at all.
We’re neighbors, and once, we were best friends. But then, one summer, he turned on me and has made it his mission to screw up my life at every opportunity. I’ve been humiliated, shut out, and gossiped about all through high school. His pranks and rumors got more sadistic as time wore on, and I made myself sick trying to hide from him. I worried about what was around every corner and behind every door. So I left.
I spent a year studying abroad and bathed in the freedom of life without Jared. Now I’m back to finish up high school and get the hell out of here forever. I’m hoping that after a year of breathing room, he’s moved on and forgotten all about me.
But even if he hasn’t changed, I have. I’m not interested in avoiding him or turning the other cheek anymore. We’re going to go head to head, because neither of us wants to back down.
Bully. Just wow! We can’t tell you how excited we are to be part of this blog tour! Bully has become a favorite read of 2013 and let’s just say–nothing mattered until we finished every single page.
Tate is a sweet high school girl, who endured hell the past few years by the “bullying” of her former best friend and next door neighbor, Jared. She was taunted and humiliated so much, that she packed up and left to study abroad for one year.
Jared, the sweet boy who use to climb trees, watch thunderstorms and hold Tate’s hand is long gone. He grew up to be mean, cruel and his anger was directed solely on Tate. He is a bully–and for no reason at all. Losing her friendship with Jared caused Tate a lot of hurt and confusion. She just didn’t understand all the hate towards her.
After returning from France, Tate decided she’s not going take it anymore. It was her last year of high school and she was determined to face it–face Jared, his best friend, Madoc and all her classmates that believed the lies and rumors.
“You’ve already made me cry countless times.” I raised my middle finger to him slowly, and asked, “Do you know what this is?” I took my middle finger and patted the corner of my eye with it. “It’s me, wiping away the last tear you’ll ever get.”
And Tate did it. She fought back, talked back and stood up to herself. Tate is such a fabulous character! She is strong and determined. She was done being angry and hurt by Jared. So to let go of that anger, she delivers a monologue in class, in front of Jared (to him!)–it was so emotional and raw, and we loved every single word and the reaction of Jared–priceless!
As the story progressed, it was clear that Jared and all his “bully-iness” is a facade. We learn why he is hurting and broken on the inside (but it did not make what he was doing right!). His actions were unforgettable and he didn’t deserve a second of Tate’s time or love back, but these two had such a deep past as childhood friends–we couldn’t stop rooting for them!
“Yesterday lasts forever. Tomorrow comes never. Until you…”
Since this book is from Tate’s POV, the entire time when reading this, we just wanted to know “what the hell is Jared thinking!” So we are excited (seriously squeeing!) that we will be getting Until You. A book from Jared’s perspective, plus a little more to the story of Bully! And don’t miss below this post a brand new excerpt from Until You!
Bully is a surprisingly fantastic book and a must read for all! A favorite that will be re-read over and over!
Piper had come over to the party, uninvited, but I took what was offered.
Noise, activity, distraction.
Distraction from my father.
Distraction from the pull I felt coming from next door.
I grappled at Piper, looking for the magical body part that would get me zoned in. I peeled down the top of her dress, kneading her breasts, kissing her lips, but none of it brought me the peace I wanted.
I wanted Tate.
There was a fire in my chest, my brain, and every other part of my body for that girl.
But I wanted her to want me, too. And she never would.
I’m hoping Jared has forgotten all about me.
She’d never wanted me, just like my father never wanted me, and these people controlled me. Why? Why the hell did I give them so much power? I almost self-destructed over Tate after she left, and my father was still screwing with my life.
I grabbed Piper and hauled her up into my arms, carrying her to the bed. The peace would come when I was inside of her. Then, I would be happily lost.
I jerked my head st the pounding on the door.
“Go away!” I shouted as Piper unfastened my belt.
“That girl. Tate? She’s downstairs, man. You better get down there.”
And I fucking halted what I was doing and sat up.
“What the hell?” Why was she at my house? I looked at the alarm clock that read after midnight.
“What girl?” Piper still lay back on the pillows. “You’re neighbor that Madoc was talking about last night?”
I climbed off the bed. “Just get dressed,” I bit out. “I’m not feeling this tonight.”
“What?!” she screeched, clearly pissed.
But I didn’t stop to explain. I never did. Piper knew better.
Yanking the door open, my friend Sam waited in the hallway, hands in pockets and looking uncertain.
“Sorry, man.” He held up his hands. “Madoc’s got his hands all over her. Thought I should get you.”
Fucking little shit. I barreled past Sam and down the hallway, ready to stick my best friend’s head the toilet to wake him the fuck up. I was pretty sure he had a thing for Tate, but he was told, years ago, that she was off limits. And what the hell was she doing here anyway?
Coming down the stairs, I rounded the corner and immediately stopped, my stomach caving in as the air left me.
There she was.
She was so beautiful it hurt.
She was lost in thought, otherwise she would’ve seen me, too.
I pressed my hands above my head to either side of the doorframe. It was my way of trying to look casual, like I didn’t care. But honestly, I just needed the support to keep my legs from caving beneath me.
My heart thundered through my chest, and I wished like hell that I could pause this moment, so I could just look at her until the Earth fell apart.
Her hair was brighter, and her skin was darker, from being in the sun this summer I would assume, and her body had gotten more toned. More grown up. The shape to the back of her thighs had my mouth going dry. Her nose was still little, her skin still flawless, and her full lips all made her look like the perfect doll. And I never played with dolls, but I damn sure wanted to play with this one.
Right at that moment, I wanted everything from Tate. Everything. Her anger and passion, her hate and lust, her body and soul.
I wanted control of all of it.
I’m the one that haunts you. Not the other way around. My father invaded my head again. He and Tate were always there.
Neither of them wanted me, and both of them owned me.
But one of them I could control.
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Penelope Douglas is a writer and teacher in Las Vegas. Born in Dubuque, Iowa, she is the oldest of five children. Penelope attended the University of Northern Iowa, earning a Bachelor’s degree in Public Administration, because her father told her to “just get the degree!” She then earned a Masters of Science in Education at Loyola University in New Orleans, because she hated Public Administration. One night, she got tipsy and told the bouncer at the bar where she worked that his son was hot, and three years later they were married. To the son, not the bouncer. They have spawn, but just one. A daughter named Aydan. Penelope loves sweets, the show Sons of Anarchy, and she shops at Target almost daily.
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