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Byrd's Desire
Byrd's Desire
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When Cajun gal Celia Lecompte leaves Louisiana for her cousin’s ranch in Oklahoma, she wants nothing more than to put her past behind her and plan for the future. She’s sworn off men so romance isn’t in the picture. When her cousin warns her to watch out for the Thunderbird, a mythical creature, she’s sure Angelique is joking until she catches a glimpse of something she can’t explain.

One night while cooking up a pot of gumbo, a dark and mysterious man knocks on the door. He sweeps her into a sizzling kiss, and she shares her bed in mutual desire. Although she’s not sure who he is, she wants him in every way possible.

Byrd has a secret, however, and when he reveals it, he makes a request. If she accepts it, her life and heart will be transformed forever.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherEvernight
Release dateFeb 28, 2014
ISBN9781771307406
Byrd's Desire
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Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Growing up in historic St. Joseph, Missouri, Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy scribbled her stories from an early age. Her first publication – a poem on the children’s page of the local newspaper – seems to have set her fate. As a full time author, she has more than twenty full length novels published along with assorted novellas and short fiction. A contributor to more than two dozen anthologies, her credits include Chicken Soup For The Soul among many collections of short fiction. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Missouri Writers Guild, and the Ozark Writers League. Lee Ann earned a Bachelor of Arts degree from Missouri Southern State University as well as an Associate Degree from Crowder College. She has worked in broadcasting, retail, and other fields including education. She is currently a substitute school teacher. As a wife and mother of three, she spends her days penning stories, cooking, reading, and other daily duties. She currently makes her home in the Missouri Ozarks, living in what passes for suburbs in a small town.

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    Byrd's Desire - Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

    Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2014 Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

    ISBN: 978-1-77130-740-6

    Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

    Editor: Lisa Petrocelli

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    DEDICATION

    For my friend, Odile, who taught me to cook Cajun and add a little Louisiana spice to life!

    BYRD’S DESIRE

    Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

    Copyright © 2014

    Chapter One

    With the first hint of dawn breaking over the eastern horizon, Celia headed out of Natchitoches on Highway 71. She didn’t need a map as she headed for Shreveport. She paused for a quick breakfast in an out-of-the-way diner and trekked northward. The scenery shifted from flat country, punctuated with nodding donkeys pumping oil, as she climbed into the edge of the Ouachita Mountains. Celia gawked, worse than a tourist, at the heavy forest on both sides of the road and the scenic views, so different from her native habitat. At Fort Smith, the next town of any size after Shreveport, she veered west into Oklahoma.

    The midsummer heat rose as she traveled and exchanged the Ouachitas for the Cookson Hills. Somewhere outside of Sallisaw, the air-conditioning in her worn-out Cadillac quit so she rolled down the windows. A hot breeze blew into her face and before she stopped for a quick lunch—a chicken sandwich and iced tea—her hair tangled and her makeup melted. She didn’t dare check her reflection in a mirror or she might turn tail back to Louisiana. An hour or so northwest of Sallisaw, she turned from the highway onto a narrow ribbon of blacktop, then five miles later exchanged it for a hard-packed gravel road. Celia slowed as she entered the ranch proper and winced as the cattle guard rattled beneath the Caddy. At the same time, the fuel gauge dropped to Empty and she hoped she wouldn’t run out of gas until she reached the house. Although she never went to church anymore, Celia’s lips moved in a brief but heartfelt plea to the Virgin. To her right, vast acres stretched out toward a large pond and cattle grazed across the rolling grasslands.

    She glanced left and spotted the ranch house, tucked atop a hill. Tall old trees surrounded it and if she didn’t know better, Celia would’ve sworn it’d been in the same spot for a century. A wide porch covered the front and a stone chimney rose high into the sky. It looks like something from the pioneer days, or the set for a classic Western movie. A windmill behind the house spun with slow, lazy turns in the slight breeze. The house loomed larger than she’d expected and the location was far more remote than she had thought. But here she was and here she’d stay.

    With a sigh, she pushed back her wild hair and blotted her face with a tissue. Sweat turned her light yellow T-shirt to gold and on impulse she pulled some cheap cologne from her purse and dabbed both wrists, then her throat. With false bravado, Celia picked up her purse and sauntered up to the front door. Before she could knock, the door opened and her cousin, Angelique Lecompte Broussard, faced her. Angie could’ve stepped out of a fashion magazine layout, with her hair upswept in a perfect do, and her casual clothing beautiful and obviously expensive. Waves of expensive perfume wafted toward Celia and she struggled against the urge to skedaddle until Angie’s perfect deep pink lips curved into a smile.

    It’s about time, cher, you showed up, she said, her voice rich with the musical notes of the bayous. I’d about given up on you. Come in, come in. It’s hot.

    Celia stepped inside and stifled a gasp. Above her, the ceiling stretched two stories high with open beams and a rustic look that she liked. The large room had been furnished with a distinct but subtle Western flavor. It radiated cozy comfort and whispered money. The gray fieldstone mantle above the fireplace held a pair of matching kerosene lamps and a sculpture of a pioneer woman holding a child’s hand. Plush, plump couches and overstuffed chairs were grouped before the hearth and in another corner, a large-screen television loomed. Navajo rugs on the walls and some Remington paintings added to the ambiance. Ben Cartwright and the boys would feel right at home here, Celia mused, and so would John Wayne.

    What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Angie said with a laugh.

    No. Celia found her voice. "I’m just awestruck, I guess. You said ‘ranch’ and I

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