Seductive in Stilettos 1

By Nana Malone

A little freedom can change everything…

All sheltered student, Tristia Munroe, wanted was a little freedom. For the first time in four years, she’s free of her security detail and from her past. First thing on her list? A little no-strings-attached fun. And by fun she means learning all about the world of dating and sex. Lucky for her, she’s found just the right guy to teach her.

 

Book 1: Available on April 13th

Book 2: Available on April 27th

Book 3: Available on May 11th

Book 4: Available on May 25th

Book 5: Available on June 8th 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sankofa Girl
• Release date: Apr 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513024905

Nana Malone

USA TODAY bestselling author Nana Malone’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since. You’ll find Nana working hard on additional books for her series. And if she’s not working or hiding in the closet reading, she’s acting out scenes for her husband, daughter and puppy in sunny San Diego.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Be bold . Be brave.

As Tristia Munroe's heart beat in time to the thrumming base beat of the hip-hop music, she danced. If someone had told her even a year ago that she'd be dancing on top of a podium at a club, she'd have thought they were insane.

But this was her life now. Come Monday, she'd start classes and be free. Even now, she could pretend. She swung her hips in time with 50 Cent rapping about being in the club. Dreamily, she dragged her eyelids open and locked gazes with a pair of aquamarine eyes that watched her intently.

Even in the darkness of the club, she could tell he was good looking, with his dark, curling hair and angular face. But the way he watched her made her flush. Like she was the only girl there, even in the sea of silicone and tanned California blondes.

The music switched to something more poppy and fun, but still Tris danced. And before, while she’d danced to express her freedom, now she danced for him. She liked him watching her. Up here, like this, surrounded by her friends, it was safe flirting. Her little attempt at being bold.

A movement over his shoulder caught her attention, and she scowled. In the corner of the club lurked the evidence that she wasn't quite free. Not yet. I cannot believe he’s already breaking his promise, she mumbled as she glared at the security detail attempting to blend into the corner of the club. But really at six feet five inches, where was that guy going to hide?

Easy, Tris, maybe that guy is just a bouncer. Her friend Sydney eyeballed the guy, trying to assess him.

I wish, Syd. Tris pointed at one of the real bouncers at the front of the club. See that black muscle tee? He is a bouncer. Lurch over there in the corner with a suit, that's my security detail."

Their friend Xia sidled up to them, holding on to Sydney's arm for support. Come on. Even if your dad sent a security detail, who cares? The fab three are back together. We're having a fabulous time, courtesy of your cousin's friend and his fabulous club, we're partying it up, and you're totally having eye sex with the hottie at the bar. They can't bother us. Try to have fun.

Xia had a point. Tris was here to have fun. And to taste a little freedom, from her life, from her overbearing father. She wasn't going to let the tank in the corner distract her.

You guys are right. I'm finally here. It doesn't matter. School starts in a couple of days, and then I can be a normal person for once. You can't even imagine how excited I am about it.

Sydney raised her bottled water. I propose a toast.

Tris and Xia copied her with their bottles of water. To freedom.

Yes, freedom. Freshman year at San Diego University. Despite her father's best efforts to drag her back home. He'd tried to insist that she should go to school in Trinidad, closer to him.

With his oil interests, he travelled all around the world and was never around. Thanks to a few threats against him, he’d insisted on a round-the-clock security detail for her. But that wasn’t the only reason for the detail. He lived in fear every day that someone was going to attempt to kidnap her…again.

More than once she tried to remind him that her kidnapper was dead, that he couldn’t hurt her anymore, but he didn’t listen. He insisted on the protection. But she and her mother had finally worn him down. After all, no one else she knew had tanker trucks following them to class.

It was the last big battle she and her mother had with the old man before her mother died last year. She'd been insistent that Tris have a chance at normalcy. Her mother had been the reason she could live with her father's overbearing nature. But she was gone now.

Tris shook off the thought. Her mom wanted her to live a full life, and she fully intended to. She'd met Xia and Sydney their sophomore year at boarding school, and the three had become fast friends. She was lucky she wouldn't be starting college off all alone. For an added bonus, her cousin, Ricca, lived here, so she had some family too.

That was probably the only reason her father had said she could do without the security detail. But now, it looked like he'd lied about that. It would be useless to argue with him though. He'd only insist he was doing what was best for her. And granted, he'd said she wouldn't have one at school. He'd play semantics with her. Technically, school hadn't started yet.

What would it be like to be normal for once? Meet a nice boy, go out. Her gaze drifted back to Mr. Intensity. She'd thought with college approaching she could finally date, explore a little. God forbid if she actually got to ever have sex.

Come on. No more moping, not on my watch. Sydney grabbed their hands and dragged them to the stairs leading to the main dance floor and the bar. "Let's see if