Brie's Season

A Beauty and the Beast Romance

De: KITTY MARGO

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

On the night Brielle Tanner agreed to marry a man she despised, something deep in the bayou turned its head toward the Charleston house, as if it had been waiting all along.

Brielle Tanner agreed to marry a monster. She was raised to be obedient. To smile sweetly. To sacrifice quietly. To marry well.

When her father’s home teeters on the brink of ruin, she agrees to wed Sylvester McCree, a wealthy relic and lecherous old man whose reputation is as foul as the debts he so graciously offers to erase. He promises salvation, in exchange for a wedding to Brielle. In order to prevent them both from being tossed into the street, it is a sacrifice she is willing to make.

Until the night of her engagement ball, when she is dressed in a decadent evening gown of silk and finest lace, and Wyatt Broussard walks in like a sin the South forgot to bury.

With a single dance, he brands her with a look that burns hotter than scandal. And before dawn breaks over Charleston, he steals her away — deep into the Louisiana bayou, where the air is thick with heat, gumbo simmers, voodoo hums beneath the surface of black water, sin tastes sweeter than salvation, and a legendary Beast stalks the cypress shadows.

Because the bayou does not sleep. It breathes. It watches. It remembers.

Somewhere in the black water a legendary Beast prowls, ancient, and feared. The locals speak of the Beast. A creature that stalks the moss draped oaks. Some say they have seen it rise from the swamps. That it kills for blood, and that it answers to no man.

But the Beast of the bayou does not let Beauty go untouched.

Neither does Wyatt.

In the suffocating heat of the marsh, Brielle discovers that Wyatt’s touch is as commanding as it is intoxicating, and just as dangerous. He guards her like prey and tempts her like sin. His kisses are dark promises. His silences, darker still.

And at night, when something moves beyond the trees and the swamp begins to breathe, Brielle can’t help but wonder…

Is she falling in love with her savior, or surrendering to the very beast the bayou has been waiting to feed?

Because in the South, obsession grows like ivy. It coils. It chokes. And once it wraps around your heart… it never lets go.