We'll Never Tell [NOOK Book]

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“I was thinking of some kind of initiation. Tailored just for her. The kind that will teach her a lesson not to mess with me.”
--from We’ll Never Tell
 
Shandra James is a man stealer. It’s a sport to her, a game that she always wins.  As a pledge of the exclusive Alpha Sigma Pi sorority, she should know her place, and know not to throw herself at a sister’s ...
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Overview


“I was thinking of some kind of initiation. Tailored just for her. The kind that will teach her a lesson not to mess with me.”
--from We’ll Never Tell
 
Shandra James is a man stealer. It’s a sport to her, a game that she always wins.  As a pledge of the exclusive Alpha Sigma Pi sorority, she should know her place, and know not to throw herself at a sister’s boyfriend. But she’s marked a new target: Henry Reid.
 
Henry’s fiancée, Phoebe, and her sorority sisters, Miranda and Camille, decide to teach Shandra a lesson one night. A lesson that involves humiliation but nothing more. But unexpectedly the lesson turns deadly and the three women find themselves facing three new rules: Never mention what happened that night, protect each other, and tell no one. Yet when a murderer comes calling, they each discover that rules are meant to be broken. We'll Never Tell is Kayla Perrin's most provocative, suspenseful novel yet.

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Feelings of jealousy and hate among the sorority set propel this racy suspense novel from Essence bestseller Perrin (The Delta Sisters). Phoebe Matthews, director of the pledge process at Alpha Sigma Pi at the University of Buffalo, enlists the aid of two of her sorority sisters, Camille and Miranda, in a plot to take Shandra James, the Zeta house sweetheart, down a notch after Shandra crawls all over Phoebe's fiancé at a dance. But what starts out as a harmless prank turns deadly after Shandra goes missing and her body turns up several days later. As the prime suspect, Phoebe must race against the clock to find the murderer before her friends break down and tell all. The recent attacks on co-eds already rocking the UB campus complicate Phoebe's task. Characters that pop off the page and a solid, well-paced plot will gratify Perrin's many fans. (Mar.)

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Adult/High School
Phoebe is a college student in Buffalo, NY, engaged to her high school sweetheart, and comfortable with her place in society. Then a sorority sister points out that Phoebe's fiancé's eyes, and probably his amorous attentions, are wandering; bad girl and sorority pledge Shandra seems intent on busting up the relationship. In short order, Phoebe battles insecurity, raging jealousy, her boyfriend, a second male friend for whom she feels more than platonic affection, and, of course, Shandra. She and her best buds perform a hazing, with no intention of causing Shandra any lasting harm-but things go awry, and before they can rescue the pledge from a deserted place in nighttime Buffalo, someone murders her. The young women-and Phoebe's fiancé-act with credible immaturity throughout this suspenseful story. While adult readers may be tempted to throttle Phoebe for being so self-obsessed that she can't extricate herself from a downward spiral of bad behavior, teen girls will be sympathetic. The novel is as much suspense as romance, and Perrin's authentic, middle-class African-American cast of college students is an alternative for both urban-lit-reading teens and readers looking for stories featuring a protagonist who is neither white nor middle-aged.
—Francisca GoldsmithCopyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

From the Publisher
"Kayla Perrin weaves a compelling story. Fine writing, intriguing characters…We'll Never Tell is a great cliff-hanger tale of suspense. Don't miss it!" —Heather Graham, author of The Vision

"Exciting...a tense psychological suspense thriller." —Midwest Book Review on Delta Sisters

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429974509
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/3/2007
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 597,565
  • File size: 310 KB

Meet the Author

Kayla Perrin

Kayla Perrin is the author of several novels, including The Delta Sisters.
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Chapter One I saw Evelyn coming from a mile away. It was the scowl on her pretty face that caught my attention. She was known in our sorority house for her unpleasant demeanor, which had only gotten worse since her boyfriend up and dumped her at the beginning of the year, but even at a party like this, Evelyn let loose like the rest of us. So the fact that she was headed straight for me, looking as though someone had spit in her shot of tequila, had me alarmed. She held my gaze as she cut through the crowd of partygoers at the Zeta Omega Beta fraternity party and, curious, I started toward her. “Hey, Evelyn,” I said loudly enough that she’d hear me over the pounding bass of the hip-hop that blared on the stereo. I was pretty sure I hadn’t done anything to piss her off. We weren’t close enough friends for that. “Great party, huh?” “Come with me.” “Excu—” She took me firmly by the arm and led me back in the direction from where she’d come. “What is it?” I asked. “Did I do something?” She didn’t speak until she’d dragged me about fifty feet, to the entrance of the kitchen. “There.” She pointed into the room. “Shandra. All. Over. Your. Man.” My eyes searched frantically through the throng of guys and girls milling about. And then I got the shock of my life. There was Shandra James, dressed in a slinky, barely-there red dress. She had a hand on Henry’s chest in an intimate gesture, and her smiling face was upturned to his. “Thought I’d let you know,” Evelyn said. “I’d have a little chat with her if I were you. Before she steals your man like she did mine.” “Uh-huh,” I mumbled, feeling sick as Evelyn walked away. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I’d already had a talk with Shandra about my fiancé just a couple of weeks before. About two weeks before that, it became obvious to me that Shandra was attracted to my man. The way she’d look at him when he walked into a room. How she’d try to get close to him at a party. Head down to the field to see him after a football game. And I’d already heard the rumors about her last year when she was a freshman—how she went after guys for sport. The way she did with Evelyn’s boyfriend. This year she was pledging my sorority—Alpha Sigma Pi, Incorporated. I wasn’t thrilled about it, but it was to be expected since she was a legacy. Her mother and aunts held high positions on the sorority’s national board. Shandra had to know that Henry was my man, and for the most part I ignored her lustful looks at him, but when I found her down on the football field after a game, trying to get up close and personal with him, I knew I had to talk to her. I kept the talk upbeat rather than accusatory, even though I knew what she was up to. I impressed upon her that Henry was my longtime love and current fiancé, and how much he meant to me. Shandra said she understood, and as far as I knew, she had heeded my warning. Until tonight, apparently. I was too far away to hear what they were saying, but even a deaf person could figure it out. Shandra was no doubt telling Henry how hot she thought he was, how much she wanted him. Fucking bitch. She kept angling her head, doing this “I’m so coy” act. And she was smiling and laughing as if Henry was the funniest person alive. Leaning in close to him, even as she took a long pull from her bottle of beer. And Henry—he stood there as though he didn’t have the brains God gave him. What the hell was wrong with him? As well as having a chat with Shandra about him, I’d made sure to tell Henry to be wary of her. It’s not that I’m superparanoid, or even abnormally jealous, despite Shandra’s drop-dead gorgeous looks. With honey brown skin, she was slim and had a booty like Beyoncé’s, as well as the long, blond-brown hair Beyoncé sported. And I’d heard more than one guy compliment her bright hazel eyes. But the fact that most guys couldn’t help gawking at her when she was in a room wasn’t what bothered me about her. My issue with her where Henry was concerned was that she had a reputation in the sorority house—the kind guys appreciated but girls did not. Henry wasn’t stupid. He had to know that about her even before I told him. And yet there he was, letting her slobber all over him like a bitch in heat. I could hardly keep my anger under control as I watched them. This was a respectable fraternity party, not some low-life ghetto affair. But you wouldn’t know it by the hoochie outfit Shandra was wearing. From all I knew about her, she came from a good southern family, and I doubted she had been a wild child while under her parents’ care. Not that she was the first person to turn into a freak at college—boozing all the time and having tons of sex—but she was definitely the worst I had seen. She was the kind of girl who thought because she was slim and gorgeous, she was entitled to everything her heart desired. “I do not want to have to go over there, Henry,” I muttered to myself. “Walk away.” Shandra whispered something in Henry’s ear, then laughed loudly. Henry laughed, too. Then suddenly Shandra was wobbling on her designer stiletto heels, and Henry was wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. “One, two . . .” I waited for Henry to extricate himself from Shandra once again. But instead of moving away, Henry placed a hand on Shandra’s shoulder as they shared a laugh. “What’s that bitch’s problem?” The question stopped me from marching across the kitchen and wrapping my hands around Shandra’s neck. I turned to face Camille, found her standing there with Miranda. My two best friends. Lord, did I need them right then. “That little heffa is all over your man like white on rice,” Camille added, her thick arms crossed over her large bosom. “Like she doesn’t know you’re engaged,” Miranda said. I scowled. “It’s obvious she could care less about that.” Not that I could fault the pledge’s attraction to him—Henry was a definite pretty boy with his flawless dark skin, muscular body, and six-foot-one-inch frame—but I couldn’t excuse Shandra’s blatant disregard for our relationship. A relationship that dated back to high school. As soon as I laid eyes on him during my freshman year, I knew that Henry would be my husband someday. “Damn, I hate when Henry drinks at these parties,” I went on. “He can’t hold his liquor. Look how he’s swaying.” But the words were as much to assure me of my fiancé’s fidelity as they were for my friends. “I hear you,” Miranda concurred. She shook her head, her long black braids swaying from side to side. “I mean, I’m standing right here, and if he were sober, he would have moved away from her by now. But he’s got booze clouding his brain.” It was the only excuse I had for Henry’s blatant disrespect, and I was going to cling to it. “Shandra’s no fool,” Camille said. “She knows what she’s doing.” “I ought to knock some sense into her right here in front of everyone.” I glanced down at my left hand and the two-carat rock Henry gave me when he proposed in the spring. A ring that all my sorors had fussed over in a sorority ritual when I announced my engagement. Now it felt like a dead weight on my finger. “I can’t stand this anymore.” I started off. “I’m going over there.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Camille took hold of my arm before I could take more than a few steps. “Wait one second.” “Wait?” My insides were twisting, and my fingers had started to quiver from my anxiety. “Why the fuck should I wait?” “Because you’re better than that skank-ass ho,” Camille answered. “Yeah, and I’m gonna show her how much better I am.” “But if you march over there right now, you’re gonna give her exactly what she wants—which is to get under your skin,” Camille pointed out. “Don’t you see how she’s been glancing over here, checking for your reaction?” I drew in a deep breath and stared at Shandra. True enough, when she glanced my way, she was smirking as if she knew she’d pissed me off. “Damn that stupid whore.” The last thing I wanted to do was give Shandra any type of leverage over me—like letting her know she’d gotten under my skin. “I still ought to smack her. She knows good and well that Henry is off-limits.” “And give her the sense of power she craves?” Miranda asked. “Uh-uh. She’s a trifling, ghetto-minded whore.” I raised an eyebrow, staring at Miranda in shock. As petite and as cute as she must have been in kindergarten, she rarely said an unkind word about anyone. She was known in our sorority as Big Sister Hugs and Kisses because she always had a hug and kiss for everyone and always gave out encouragement. Miranda shrugged nonchalantly. “I have to speak the truth. Just because her father is some big-time senator in Mississippi doesn’t mean she’s not ghetto. She’d love nothing more than for you to head over there and prove she’s getting to you.” “Miranda’s right,” Camille agreed, running her fingers through her short black hair. “You know good and well that Henry isn’t fool enough to fall for trash like her. When he sobers up, you give him a good talking-to. But I’m with Miranda. Don’t let Shandra see she’s bothering you.” Camille and Miranda had a way of calming me down when I was about to lose it. They were the two women I trusted with my life. “Y’all are right,” I conceded. “That’s exactly what she wants—for me to cause a scene.” So as much as it killed me, I would stay where I was and play like she wasn’t getting to me. “And until Henry comes to his senses, why don’t you talk to Morgan?” Miranda suggested. Her eyebrows lifted hopefully, like the romantic she was. As far as I was concerned, she was a great catch for any guy, but she tended to scare them off by falling in love way too fast. Which made me remember the current drama in her life. “Where’s Damon?” I asked. “Is he still giving you the cold shoulder, or have you two worked things out?” Miranda’s quick roll of the eyes answered my question. “Don’t change the subject. You know Morgan wants you. And he is one fine brother. Go spend some time with him. That’ll give Henry something to think about.” “Tall, dark, and looks like Michael Jordan.” Camille grinned. “What’s not to like?” Morgan. My stomach fluttered a little as I thought of him. He’d been a friend of mine for a couple of years and when I went through a mini-crisis right before Henry proposed, he was there for me in more ways than I can count. No one knew it, but Morgan and I came very close to sleeping together once during that time. Somehow we came to our senses before crossing the line. We had still remained friends, for which I was glad, because I really liked his friendship. But I couldn’t help thinking that Miranda was right, that maybe it was time I turned up the charm on Morgan, gave Henry a dose of his own medicine. At the very least, it would take my mind off how big a jerk my fiancé was right then. “Where is he?” I asked. “Right over there.” Miranda turned and pointed a long red fingernail toward the area where the kegs of beer were set up. Earlier, people had taken turns chugging as much beer as they could through a fat straw. The corners of my lips lifted as I checked Morgan out. Even dressed in black sweats, he looked hot. Yeah, it was time to turn up the charm where Morgan was concerned. I was about to head over to him, but then I turned for one last glance at Henry. I reeled backward, feeling as though someone had kicked me in the gut. Shandra was on her tiptoes, her mouth pressed to Henry’s cheek. I couldn’t help it—I saw red. “Fuck that bitch.” I charged through the crowd. No way was I going to let Shandra and Henry make me look like a fool in front of my sorority sisters. Shandra’s shrill cackle pierced the air just as I neared her. I caught the bitch off guard by grabbing hold of her forearm and yanking her away from Henry. The cackle faded and died. Shandra fought for balance, spilling her beer all over her front. Then she shot me a murderous look. “What the—” “I already talked to you once about Henry,” I said, cutting her off. “I’m not going to talk to you again. Stay the hell away from my man!” “Ph—” “And you!” I whirled around to glare up at Henry before he could finish saying my name. “What are you doing? What are you thinking, letting this skank hang all over you?” “Skank? Yo, bitch. Who you calling a skank?” “You,” I replied, both hands on my hips as I faced her. In her heels, she was eye level to my five-foot-eight height. “Everybody here knows you’re a skank. A ho. A puta. You need to stay away from Henry. I’m not going to warn you again.” Shandra’s eyes narrowed with hatred. I bet she wanted to slap me silly. Let her try. I was angry and humiliated and had something to prove. In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that all eyes were suddenly on us, I probably would have lunged at her and beat her to a pulp. Ultimately, Shandra glanced down at her wet dress, assessing the damage. She muttered under her breath as she walked away. Wise choice, whore! With her gone, I stared at Henry. His eyes were red and glazed, and I had to shake my head. After a beat I said, “Let’s go.” “What?” “We need to leave.” Copyright © 2007 by Kayla Perrin. All rights reserved.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2014

    Suspense Thriller

    I love can't get enough of suspense thrillers keeps you on the edge enjoyed this novel will purchase more by this author well
    written held my attention recommend fast pace keeps you guessing well done held my attention ready for next novel
    a keeper

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2011

    Loved it

    A must read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2008

    twisted

    This is a great book. The author did a great job at keeping the reader's interest with an unexpected twist. Job well done!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 21, 2007

    A reviewer

    This was a good look into the pettiness that sometimes lives between female. I enjoy the suspense aspect of this novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2007

    DEADLY SECRETS

    This was my first novel by this author. I was drawn in from the first chapter. And my attention was held up til the very end. Ms. Perrin did a wonderful job. As the saying goes when you dig one ditch, you better dig two, because the trap you set just my be for you. Phoebe gets a shock of her life when she tries to seek revenge on shandra. Let's just say things get really sticky and dangerous. You will be on the edge of your seat reading this one. Enjoy......

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2007

    Page Turner

    Very good suspense novel. This book has you guessing the whole way through trying to figure out who did it and how.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2007

    Engrossing, well-plotted

    A well-plotted murder mystery set on a college campus. I generally wouldn't pick up a book about women young enough to be my daughters, but this looked like a good read, and I wasn't disappointed. It was done quite well. I recommend it it's good for lazy afternoons at the park or the beach.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    interesting college amateur sleuth thriller

    At the University of Buffalo Alpha Sigma Pi pledge director Phoebe Matthews is irate when she sees Shandra James flirting with her man at a dance. She decides to teach the pledge to respect the territory of her sorority sisters. Using the help of her sisters, she enlists the aid of two of her sorority sisters, Camille and Miranda. They humiliate Shandra. --- However, not long after Phoebe fixed the problem, Shandra vanishes. When her corpse is found, the Alpha Sigma Pi sisters wonder if perhaps the jealous Phoebe went too far. Shandra knows she is the prime suspect so she begins investigating before the cops break the ¿stories¿ of her two best friends. --- This is an interesting college amateur sleuth thriller due to the desperation of Phoebe whose avenging prank proves successful, but now lingers as proof of a motive to kill her rival in a crime of passion. The heroine¿s actions ring true from her jealous vengeance to her efforts to uncover the real killer before she is arraigned her panicky inquiries are based on knowing she must find the culprit or face the consequences for an act she did not commit. Kayla Perrin provides a delightful whodunit enhanced by the question how far loyalty goes. --- Harriet Klausner

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