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Published By: Taliesin Publishing, LLC,

400 Gilead Road, #1617, Huntersville, NC 28070

www.taliesinpublishing.com

 

Under the Bayou Moon

 

Copyright © 2014 by Gynger Fyre

Digital Release: June 2014

ISBN:
978-1-62916-040-5

Cover Artist: James Caldwell

Smashwords Edition

 

All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

 

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

 

Table Of Contents

Dedication

Author Note

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

 

Under the Bayou Moon by Gynger Fyre

Jacques Bertrand is the sovereign leader of the biggest gator congregation in Louisiana. As his thirtieth bayou moon cycle approaches, he’s in jeopardy of losing his shifting ability because he hasn’t found his mate…literally. You see, gator shifters are mated from birth but his mate, Angelique, was abducted at birth. If he can’t find her by his thirtieth bayou moon, he’ll lose his ability to shift and by default, his ability to rule his territory. By sheer luck, he’s led to Las Vegas where he finds his mate. But she doesn’t know about her abilities nor does she know she has a mate. Can Jacques teach her how to be a shifter while making her fall in love with him? He has less than six months to try. Failure is not an option. His ruthless neighbor and adversary, Philip Boucher, has been trying to take over his territory for years. There’s a lot riding on his ability to persuade his mate, but one look at her and he knows he’ll move heaven and Earth to do it.

Angelique always knew she was different. The adopted daughter of Vegas casino owners, she didn’t exactly have the usual upbringing. But when she shifts into a gator in a fit of anger, can a handsome stranger, claiming to be her mate, have the answers she’s been searching for about her real parents, her mysterious shifting abilities, and her true destiny? And can she give up her dreams to embrace the life she would have had if she hadn’t been abducted.

It’s love on the bayou, Cajun style, as this Creole beauty does the one thing she swore she’d never do, fall in love with her mate.

 

 

Dedication

This one’s dedicated to the funny, quirky woman who is my mom. She’s always there for me, holding things together while I pursue my passion of writing.

To the fastest dibber in the west: author Drea Riley, who called dibs from the moment I said Jacques was a Cajun gator shifter. Sorry ladies, she beat you to it!

Author Note

The Six Pods of Louisiana

 

Name of Pod:
Sovereign Family

Lafayette Pod:
Bertrand Family

Baton Rouge Pod:
LaFleur Family

Acadia Pod:
Boucher Family

Shreveport Pod:
LeBlanc Family

Monroe Pod:
Dupre Family

Orleans Pod:
Dubois Family

 

Glossary of terms

 

Pod
: The territory or region where a congregation lives.

Sovereign
: Ruler or leader of a pod.

Congregation
: A group of gator shifters together

Male Gator Shifter:
Bull

Female Gator Shifter:
Cow

 

Prologue

“Push, Madam Monreux.”

The heavy Creole accent of the midwife, Madam Marianne, prompted her to bear down. Annette screamed in distress. The pain seemed unbearable, yet she embraced it like a kindred spirit. Pain during childbirth was a rite of passage, a gift from God. It was a rite she relished, especially since she never thought she and her husband Louis would have a child.

“Is it supposed to take this long, Madam? Is there supposed to be this much blood?”

Louis’s voice was frantic and loud in the Spartan room that served as her birthing chamber. He sat on the edge of the birthing bed, his solid chest at her back for support and comfort.

The shrewd eyes of Madam Marianne went from her to Louis and back again. Even in her pain she silently implored the woman not to tell him what she’d done. She’d tell him after she delivered, but not now.

“I’m…fine…Louis,” she panted before pushing again.

This time she felt movement as her body worked the baby farther out.

This seemed to excite the midwife, who crouched down and gave her rapid orders to keep pushing. The child would soon come into the world.

“I can see a bit of the head, not much longer now,
cher
. Push!”

Louis braced her, giving her his strength. The energy came alive in the room, and she felt a jolt of adrenaline in her veins. So much sacrifice, but she was near the finish line now. They would have their child in the next few minutes.

“A few more pushes and the child will come. Rochelle, come now! “The midwife shouted.

Annette had nearly forgotten the midwife’s daughter, who seemed to be no more than fourteen, yet had the soulful and watchful eyes of a person nearly three times her age. The girl entered wearing a crisp white tank top and snowy peasant skirt that covered her feet. Her head was wrapped in a red scarf with one long thick braid down her back. She carried a bronze bowl in one hand along with a pouch in the other. Her skin was the shade of warm honey and held the sheen of perspiration.

Summers in the bayou could be a nightmare. It didn’t help that the windows were open, leaving a ceiling fan to rotate the hot air. They were far away from everyone out here. The only things for miles around were swamps and gators. Reminding her of why she’d moved to New Orleans from her tiny parish outside Baton Rouge. She’d wanted a more exciting life, and she’d found it with Louis. Yet here she was, back in the bayou dabbling in voodoo and the small town superstitions she’d tried so hard to be rid of. She’d miscarried three times. After learning of the fourth, she’d been desperate, perhaps too desperate.

“Are you ready? It’s time.”

Annette nodded. She couldn’t go back and unring this bell. The price had already been paid.

“Yes, I’m ready,” she panted.

Rochelle put the bowl on the nightstand and opened the pouch. She started chanting and spreading the dark, sandy contents of the pouch around them in a circle.

“What’s she doing? What’s that stuff?” Louis demanded, clearly uneasy. “What’s going on?”

Madam Marianne answered him but looked in Annette’s eyes as she did so.

“You’re wife has asked the spirits for an exchange, life for a life, soul for a soul. It is time for the sacrifice.”

Another intense contraction tore through Annette and she screamed as she pushed.

“What did you do, Annette? What did you do?”

Louis’s words of encouragement were now confused and accusatory.

“I did what I had to do,” she grunted as she began to go numb. It was as if she were seeing things from the inside of another person.

“Push!” Madam Marianne shouted. Rochelle took the bowl and smeared its crimson contents in the middle of Annette’s forehead and then down the middle of her rounded belly. Everywhere she touched burned.

Annette ears felt as if they were full of cotton. Everything was muffled. She sobbed as the pain returned with a vengeance. There was a weight holding her down as she struggled for breath.

“We come asking for an exchange. Let the spirit of the bayou fill this womb. What was once empty shall again have life.”

Madam Marianne soaked her tiny hands in the red liquid and then pushed one inside of Annette as if to pull the baby out. Annette felt nearly crippling pain, yet she couldn’t open her mouth to scream, so she pressed back against Louis and moaned in agony. For the first time, she questioned the wisdom of what she’d done. The price of using voodoo was always high. Would she end up paying with her life?

After a long while, there was a release of warmth. A scream that was not hers echoed in the room. It was as if it had come from another. Then there was silence. Annette waited what seemed like an eternity before she finally heard the wobbly cry from vocal cords being used for the first time. She sank back against Louis. It would all be okay now.

“It’s a girl,
cher
.”

The sound of foreboding was heavy in Madam Marianne’s statement. Louis noticed it as well.

“What? Is something wrong with her? Let me see my daughter.” His husky, baritone voice held concern, which put Annette on edge.

“Rochelle, take the child and clean her up. Only use the water in the green jug.”

Madam Marianne’s eyes again went from her to Louis.

Annette noticed the girl hesitated before carefully taking the crying baby into her arms, leaving a red stain on her pristine clothing. She was handling the baby as if she was the most precious thing in the world. It brought tears to Annette’s eye.

“Is something wrong with our baby?” Louis demanded again.

Madam Marianne started cleaning Annette, her actions swift and perfunctory from having done it many times before.

“The child is fine but…I’m sorry, she bears the mark of the bayou, you cannot have her.”

“No! No, no, no.”

Annette shook her head and gritted her teeth in denial. She’d done too much and gone through too much to have this child, she wouldn’t let her go.

“I’m sorry,
cher
. You knew this was a possibility.”

“You promised me I’d have a child.”

“Yes. You asked the bayou spirit to give you a baby, and it gave you one. Only she doesn’t belong to you.”

She gazed at Annette like a sales clerk explaining a no return policy to a disgruntled customer. It pissed her off.


You
asked that the dead baby inside of you be exchanged for a live one.
You
came seeking the good graces of the bayou spirit, and I warned you from the start that the bayou spirit works for humans, but it takes care of its own first. Did I not warn you that if one of its own was in need, it would find a human to be a surrogate? I explained to you that if the bayou chose you as a surrogate and put her own child into your womb, you would have to forfeit the child. Did I not tell you these things?”

Annette remembered all too well the warning that she could possibly be chosen as a surrogate if one of the bayou’s gator people could not carry their own child, but she didn’t really believe in that stuff. Gator people were just myths the old people spoke about to keep their children in line. Nobody thought they were real.


You
said it wouldn’t happen.
You
said it had been over a hundred years since that happened.”

“No, Mrs. Monreux. I said there was a slim chance; it’s been nearly a hundred years since the last exchange. I wasn’t even born then. But the instructions are clear.”

“What’s going on here? Where’s our child? I don’t care how she was born; we’re not leaving here without her. Is it more money that you want?”

Louis reached for his wallet, but the midwife shook her head, her mouth pressed in a grim line. She finished cleaning Annette and lowered her gown and her legs. Annette grunted from the soreness.

“Mr. Monreux, your wife knew what she was doing when she entered into this…arrangement. I can’t control the bayou spirits. I’m sorry, but that child is meant for them, she’s one of theirs, and has the mark of the sovereign on her. The bayou will not let her go. At sunset, Rochelle will take her into the glade and leave her there for her rightful parents to claim.”

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