"A fascinating novel of secrets and seduction....N'Tyse cleverly delivers all that her name stands for: Never Tell Your Secrets." - ZANE, New York Times bestselling author on Twisted Seduction.
"Twisted Seduction takes you on a wild ride that is filled with shocking twists and turns. Prepare yourself to be highly entertained and deeply indulged in this page-turning novel that N'Tyse has crafted like no other!" ―Brenda Hampton, national bestselling author of the Naughty series.
"This book was well written and makes a good book club discussion...be prepared to be entertained and twisted!" ―Sista 2 Sista Bookclub /Dallas
"I knew when I read N'Tyse's first book that she was sure to have as long of a writing career as she wanted. Her skills in telling a great story were evident even then, and with her new book TWISTED SEDUCTION she turns it up another notch, and her readers are more than eager to take the ride with her."― C. A. Webb "Conversations Book Club"
From the Inside Flap
Three years earlier
It was so dark and windy that night. Nadine planned on leaving right after choir rehearsal and heading straight home because she had an early morning briefing with Denise, her business partner and best friend, and the rest of their staff. They were going to discuss a strategy to save the six million dollar portfolio they were in danger of losing to the bank.
The car alarm to Nadine's Inuit white Audi made a chirping sound when she pressed the keyless entry remote to deactivate it. Just as she got ready to open her door, Jeff Jackson, Denise's husband, appeared out of nowhere with his arm graciously extended in Nadine's direction.
"Here, let me get that for you," Jeff offered, stepping in front of Nadine before she could reach for the door handle. "Woman, you know better than to come out here all by yourself while it's this dark," he playfully chastised.
Nadine worked up a yawn. "Isn't this sacred ground?"
Jeff let out a loose chuckle. "Yeah, but I can tell you right now that doesn't mean anything to a base-head." Jeff was born and raised in the hood and wasn't afraid to face the facts. It was a cruel world and the church they attended happened to be located in one of the worse parts of it.
Nadine smiled at Jeff's sincere concern for her safety. She leaned over to place her purse on the passenger seat. The fruity car freshener that hung from the neck of her rearview mirror had the entire car smelling like a watermelon patch. The scent was so strong Nadine instantly regretted choosing it over the jasmine floral deodorizer she normally bought. She slowly turned back around to face a tower of smooth and handsome dark chocolate. Jeff was well dressed as always, wearing a black, two-button, single-breasted suit jacket, underneath it a white French fly dress shirt. Blue denim instead of dress pants. Nadine never thought a pair of jeans could look so good on a man. She struggled to keep her gaze from settling on Jeff's lower half, allowing her eyes to take in his large white patent leather Jordans, at least a size twelve in her estimation. Not only did Jeff have a natural swagger, he had a sense of style, too. Old school flava with new age spunk and looks that could conjure the panties right off a woman.
Nadine's eyes hungrily examined him from head to toe. Something was missing and then it hit her at once, his glasses. With the bit of light from her car, she was able to look straight into his mesmerizing chestnut-brown eyes.
"Where's Denise?" she inquired finally. "I thought she'd be here tonight." She pulled her hair behind her ears. It never failed. Every time she found herself in Jeff's presence she grew nervous. Out of the six years she'd known him, that butterfly feeling still swarmed around the pit of her stomach, holding her accountable for all of her woulda-coulda-shoulda's...
(To be continued in Twisted Seduction)