She’s as real as they come and as hard as they make them. And her heart still belongs to God…
Seventeen-year-old Taz Elizabeth Green is every man’s fantasy, every girl’s women crush and the envy of many of the women she strips with in Philadelphia. But she’s not your average stripper. A virgin whose parents were murdered when she was 12, Taz only dances because she truly loves it – not because she’s broke and hungry. Not one to make an excuse or take part in self-pity, she wiggles her way into private parties for politicians and police officers, adding to the stash her parents left her. Even the Grady’s, the family that adopted her when her parents were murdered, have no idea the double life Taz is living. They sent her off at sixteen to UCLA, a genius that had been skipped twice in school, to get a degree in Business and Design. Only, Taz returned to Philadelphia a year later with more than just college credits to her name. The only thing Taz fears is her father, Officer Drew Grady, painting the town red when he finds out.
Her best friend Daylen believes in her and so does her cousin Shamiyah. With encouragement, she learns to manage Shamiyah’s lingerie store and takes baby steps to a purpose filled life. She even increases her church attendance and prays more, seeking answers to unknown questions. Enter Curran Kilman, the UPS driver who delivers to the store and suddenly, Taz’s desire for fun in the nightlife changes to nighttime picnics and strolls in the park on the weekend. She can tell Curran might be “the one” and she feels he may be getting closer to making a commitment. But not before she’s exposed at the church she’s been attending – on the Sunday her and Curran go together. And to make matters worse, Daylen’s leukemia diagnosis brings out a family secret that could add layers to Taz’s demons – and for once, she’s not sure how to fight. Not to mention every time Taz leaves the hospital or her condo, there’s a black SUV parked outside and she is sure she’s being followed which is confirmed when Taz almost meets death on more than one occasion. Pleasure and purpose collide in Concrete Stilettos: A Love Story, the story of a teen girl who’s lost in a world full of judgment and sin, but knows God is calling her name.
Hey, baby. I miss you. I’m on my way to work. I feel drained, but Daylen is okay. I’ll call you when I get to the store. T.
Taz focused her attention back on the road. Her phone buzzed again.
I miss you more. Glad she’s okay. If you need me, let me know.
Smiling,
Taz texted a happy face back. She did need him, and she wasn’t afraid
to say so. She was tired of playing guys for money, using women to fill a
void that could only be filled with pure love and not going after her
dreams. She didn’t even like working for Shamiyah anymore and didn’t
have to. It had been three months and she was beginning to feel
overwhelmed. She couldn’t bring herself to say she was tired of dancing
yet, but she knew that wouldn’t last long. She still hadn’t told Curran
and she knew she’d eventually have to. Looking down at her phone one
more time, she smiled at one of the handbags she’d designed that was her
screensaver.
She
needed to launch her new handbag designs soon, before her dream got
stuck in someone else’s. Smiling, she laid her head back and created a
master plan in her head. Once again, a black SUV was slowly driving two
cars behind her. It had been at the hospital and the guy behind the
wheel had even been inside, on the same floor, listening to every word
that the Jones’ had said to Taz about being a match. Now, he took out
his cell phone and dialed a number.
“Yeah,” a deep, baritone voice answered. “Any news?”
“Yep. Her best friend has some kind of cancer and needs a bone marrow donor. She’s thinking of doing it.”
“Isn’t the friend only 17?”
“Yep. They’re the same age.”
“Okay. I want to keep her safe until I get to her. Find out how dangerous the procedure is.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
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