Stand by Me — Kay Wilding

THEY WERE FROM TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS...

From the stage of the French Quarter saloon, Jilly Blaine felt his stare. He was alone, impeccably dressed-and his eyes blazed into hers .. . .

Why would a handsome young man like him come to Chez Bernie three nights in a row, alone, and stare at one of the dancers in the chorus? He'd even sent a note backstage that said he wanted to meet her.

From a monied New Orleans family, Parker Debevoise had nothing in common with Jilly--but she felt drawn to him nonetheless. He courted her in his chauffer-driven Rolls-Royce, and showered her with roses and champagne. Jilly had never felt so special . . . .

She'd do anything to hide the secrets of the past. The truth couldn't keep them apart, but wouldn't let them be together.