Thankfully, her hometown stint is temporary. Better yet, she has a plan guaranteed to get her out ASAP:

• Return her aging-but-still-crazy grandmother back to health;
• Help her cousin with her boutique;
• Evade Brady Taylor, her high school sweetheart, a.k.a the reason she fled Louisiana in the first place.

Brady isn’t even a footnote … until one unexpected run-in with him changes everything. She shouldn’t be tempted by his drawl, she shouldn’t be tempted by the promise of his kiss, she shouldn’t want him.

But she does.

Oh, boy, this was so not the plan.

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Twelve years, one city, and too many issued traffic tickets later, Homicide Detective Brady Taylor is all geared up for being promoted to sergeant within the New Orleans Police Department. Or, he would be — if he wasn’t sitting in third place.

Thankfully, he’s cut out every possible distraction:

• Hanging out with his buddies;
• Women;
• And, God help him, football.

His life should be distraction-free . . . but then Shaelyn Lawrence waltzes back into it, with her sexy red lips, curvy body, and her f***-me heels. Brady should run in the opposite direction. He definitely shouldn’t spend time pursuing her, kissing her, or landing her in his bed.

But he does.

Shaelyn may have left once, but Brady is determined to prove that Shaelyn belongs in New Orleans. She belongs with him.