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💙NUMBER NEIGHBORS TEASER💙 “What’s he saying?” Immy said, bouncing on the sofa. “He wants to sext.” I looked up and blinked at them both. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?” Fran drained the rest of her wine and put her glass down. “Get on with it, woman!” “I have no idea who this person is!” “That’s the point.” She leaned right forward and grinned. “You don’t have to worry about ever running into them at the grocery store. Unless you actively decide to meet this person, the chances of you meeting them are basically zero.” “She’s right,” Immy said, finishing her wine with a nod. “Have your sexting with the stranger and do yourself a favor.” “Do myself a favor?” I stood to follow them to the front door. “How would that be doing myself a favor?” Immy shrugged on her sweater. “Push the button, Hannah. Flick the bean. Tiddly your winks.” “Masturbate,” Fran said brightly as my cheeks burned. “If he wants to sext, at least get yourself something out of it.” She pulled the door open. “I’m not—I can’t… I am not masturbating to text messages with a stranger!” I cried, following them into the front yard. Mrs. Keighley, my next-door neighbor, was in her yard watering her flowers even though it was ten p.m. At my words, she froze, drenching one of her beloved rose bushes, then peered at me over the rim of her glasses. “I guess it depends if you know what the stranger looks like, Hannah.” Once again, my cheeks flamed. Were all the old people in this town damn horny? Pre-order → Amazon US → https://amzn.to/32ZMq5b Amazon UK → https://amzn.to/34dtgZz Apple Books → https://emmahart.pub/nnapple Nook → https://emmahart.pub/nnnook Kobo → https://emmahart.pub/nnkoboFrom New York Times bestselling author Penelope Douglas comes the thrilling, final installment in the Devil’s Night series… EMORY They call it Blackchurch. A secluded mansion in a remote, undisclosed location where the wealthy and powerful send their misbehaving sons to cool off away from prying eyes. Will Grayson has always been an animal, though. Reckless, wild, and someone who was never bound by a single rule other than to do exactly what he wanted. There was no way his grandfather was going to risk him humiliating the family again. Not that the last time was entirely his fault. He might’ve enjoyed backing me into corners in high school when no one was looking, so they wouldn’t catch on that Mr. Popular actually wanted a piece of that quiet, little nerd he loved to torture so much, but… He could also be warm. And fierce in keeping me safe. The truth is… He has a right to hate me. It’s all my fault. Everything. Devils Night. The videos. The arrests. I’m to blame for all of it. And I regret nothing. WILL I never minded being locked up. I learned a long time ago that being treated like an animal gives you permission to act like one. No one has ever looked at me any other way. Their only mistake is believing anything I do is an accident. I can sit in this house with no Internet, television, liquor, or girls, but I’ll come out of here with something far more frightening to my enemies. A plan. And a new pack of wolves. I just didn’t expect one of my enemies to come to me. I don’t know who smuggled her in or if they meant to leave her here, but I can smell her hiding in the house. She’s here. And as the security detail leaves the supplies, the gates close, and the door to my gilded cage opens, giving me free reign of the house and grounds for another unsupervised month, I remember with a smile… Blackchurch houses five prisoners. I’m only one of her problems. *Nightfall, Devil’s Night #4, is a full-length, romantic suspense suitable for readers 18+. It’s necessary to read the prior installments in the series before starting this story. Cover Artist: Pink Ink Designs About Penelope: Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall S