Concrete Stilettos: A Love Story

About the Book

Title: Concrete Stilettos

Author: Mya Kay

Genre: Urban Romance / YA

Mya Kay’s Concrete Stilettos: A Love Story, is a fierce, urban romance that will leave the people in the pews and the parlor screaming for more.

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.

Author Bio

Mya Kay is the author of three previous self-published titles, Speechless: Short Stories, Butterfly Faith and A Song for Jordan. Concrete Stilettos: A Love Story is her first urban romance novel under Royalty Publishing House, an independent publishing company based in Atlanta. For more information, visit Mya on the following social media channels

                             

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Book Excerpt

Throwing more stuff in her duffle bags, she grabbed her cell phone and texted one of her favorite people in the whole world. Thanks for always being there. I love you, Goddaddy, Taz. She grabbed her blade and the rest of the things she’d need at her fingertips and placed them in her red, Michael Kors bag. As she packed, she noticed something shining on the nightstand. She couldn’t believe she’d almost left it. It was her favorite necklace ¾ a platinum rope chain with a diamond encrusted pendant on it. The pendant was a pair of stilettos and the writing underneath them read “Concrete Stilettos”. It was something she’d starting saying when she left Philly for L.A. Nobody could ever walk a mile in her shoes, no matter what they’d been through or how hard they tried. She bought the chain for herself on her sixteenth birthday.

After a little over a year of dancing, hiding under her parent’s death and six months of dealing with a coward that she’d found out had two women pregnant that were due three months apart, Taz was ready to go. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll keep his ass far away. Taz knew that he would. As much as she’d tried to spare his life, he’d had a run in with one of her “play” big brothers before. He knew what he could and couldn’t do. After Taz had wrestled the gun out of his hands last night, he’d even admitted to making a mistake.

“Babe listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just… I just….I don’t want to lose you.”

Sobbing, he’d crawled over to her and laid his head on her stomach. She could feel his fingers pressing into the cross tattoo on her lower back. She’d placed the gun on the bed next to her and stroked his head gently, whispering that everything would be fine. But she’d also whispered three words that she knew he’d never forget. She’d write them same three words on the note she was leaving him.

Finally packed, Taz grabbed the last thing she’d ever need from him again. The gun. She dreaded hearing the eleven o’clock news that said a thirty-four year old man had offed himself. Between his addictions and woman problems, not to mention she’d supported him financially for the past year, he wouldn’t have many reasons to live. But for Taz, this is where she would pull the plug; where she’d cut it all off, because nothing else mattered for her right now ¾ nothing but her life and her future legacy.

She grabbed the pen and piece of paper she’d set to the side last night. Scribbling quickly she wrote:

                Hard Lesson Learned, Taz

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