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Birds Do It
lizzie starr
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Macaws as lovebirds?

Undeniable attraction.

A live infant switched with a dead child?

The sudden return of a man better left forgotten.

Theft, deceit, threats, hidden relationships.

The search for truth.

Oh, that unbelievable attraction.

A child’s love, a man’s love, a woman’s love.

All because of a bird.

While she smoothed a base layer of white frosting over the large cake and contemplated design choices, Birdie glanced around the great room that opened beyond the wide island counter. Spacious and uncluttered, the room exuded solid, male comfort. An overstuffed couch and chairs faced a huge television. An undecipherable array of electronic equipment flanked the screen.

Even the fireplace spoke of masculine presence. A simple stone mantle held a grouping of three pictures to one side, and a plant she thought must be silk trailed from the other. Uncertain if she should feel free to explore the unknown, she ached to take a closer look at the pictures.

Only a couple of stuffed animals placed carefully in one chair broke the aura of man. Birdie frowned to herself. Her unreasonable desire to know more, to discover everything she could about one Garr Logan, was disturbing. Garr. Even his name tasted of masculine virility when she whispered it to herself.

Summoned by her thoughts, Garr descended the stairs buttoning a crisply pressed, tan shirt. He paused on the bottom step, glanced toward the sun porch. then headed in the opposite direction. With a cheery wave, he was gone.

Birdie sighed, tried to force her curiosity and the fluttering in her chest away, and peered at the smooth, blank surface of the cake. What had she gotten herself into? A soft chattering, a strangely calm sound from a large parrot, sounded from the sunroom.

Bright inspiration flowed into Birdie as she picked up a small bowl, filled it with white icing and reached for the package of tiny bottles of food coloring.

Sometime later, she finished a final swirl around the word birthday and held the decorating bag suspended above the cake. Only one thing was needed to complete her edible work of art--the birthday girl’s name.

A movement, caught from the corner of her eye, startled her into squeezing a blob of bright yellow onto the center of the cake. "Oh, no."

Garr shoved his hand under the bag and caught another glop of icing in his palm. He moved to the sink, washed the color away, and dried his hands with a paper towel. "Sorry I startled you. I’ve been here awhile. Watching."

Birdie slammed the bag onto the counter, and splattered yellow across the granite surface. "Oh, d--darn it anyway." She turned an apologetic smile to Garr. "I get so involved sometimes, I don’t often notice what’s going on around me. No harm done. As long as you wipe up the counter."

*lizzie made up games and stories to keep her company as a child. So, a witch lived in Grampa’s weather research station and was only held at bay by a certain weed. An ancient road grader became a boat carrying wild adventurers to islands filled with sheep that turned into lions and cannibals.

Now, the stories of her imagination are beginning to find their way to paper and pixels. Filled with fantasy and love, these tales take her far from the mundane world.

When *lizzie has to return to that mundane life, she’s a lead cook at a university dining service. Happily, the folks she works with have become accustomed to her writer’s ways and just shake their heads when she goes off on some fantastical tangent, asks strange what if questions, or just has to find a piece of paper and a pen that actually writes. One of her greatest delights is to watch the joy of writing fill a friend, and she’ll do anything to help them achieve their dream.

And someday, when she grows up, *lizzie wants to be eccentric.

*lizzie adores hearing what you think about her tales.

"It sparkles…” -- Margaret B Lawrence, author of Caresse: A Loving Touch

Lizzie Starr pens an original romantic fantasy with Keltic Flight. I enjoyed learning that faeries can be sexy. The winged hero Korin faced difficult, even lethal obstacles sure to destroy his chance to win Nanceen. His determination and devotion made this inter-species romance a very pleasurable read.

Fiction Books :: Romance Books :: Suspense Books

ISBN: 1590887999
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590887998
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 242
Paper Weight (lb): 10.4

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