Whispers From The Bayou: A Love That Stayed

Wealth. Power. Ambition. Irresistible sex appeal.Brandon Delacroix has it all, and he's quick to tell you that nobody, especially not his father, can take credit for what he's built. Born into privilege and raised in the Upper Garden District of New Orleans, Brandon's life looked gilded from the outside. But behind the iron gates and generational wealth was a boy abandoned by his mother at six and cast aside by his father at twenty. By forty-five, Brandon has forged his own empire, cold, calculated, and untouchable.Family means nothing to him. Love means even less.Women, in his eyes, are temporary, unreliable at best. A month is the longest any woman ever lasts before he cuts her loose, untouched by guilt or regret. The only person who has ever truly held his heart is MawMaw, his grandmother, the one constant who never walked away.Then fate steps in, with a collision he never sees coming.Necia Fortier is grace, warmth, and quiet strength wrapped in Southern charm. When Brandon quite literally runs into her, the impact is instant, and unforgettable. Necia isn't looking for love. Between caring for her sister and aunt, managing her chronic illness, and holding her world together with sheer will, romance is the last thing on her mind. But from the moment their paths cross, something shifts. Their bodies collide but so do their souls.New Orleans keeps pushing them together.Each encounter crackles with tension, desire, and an emotional pull Brandon can't explain nor control. He wants Necia in ways that go far beyond the physical, and that terrifies him. She challenges everything he believes about women, about love, about himself.Necia has a heart built for deep love and passion, but also carries scars she fears are too heavy for any man to bear. Brandon is drawn to her light, but will he do what he's always done and walk away before it costs him control? Or will Necia be the one woman he can't cut off, no matter how hard he tries?When two guarded hearts collide, will love finally find a way to flourish…or will the past demand its due?