Maggie Blackbird

Romancing Canada's Indigenous People

With Sanctified, book three in the Matawapit Family Series, due for release pretty darn quick, I thought I’d share one more excerpt.

As for Renewed, book four in the series, I am now on my final round of self-edits, and will be submitting this manuscript to my publisher pretty, pretty quick!  My fingers are crossed this baby will be ready for release in December.

WIP Wednesday

WIP Wednesday

The Matawapit Family Series:  In the wilds of Northwestern Ontario, the adult children of a domineering Ojibway church deacon find their faiths crumbling and their beliefs faltering when a vengeful former lover, an ex-fiancé out on parole, and a seductive family enemy challenge Emery, Bridget, and Jude in a duel of love, loyalty, and values that threatens to destroy their perfect Catholic lives and family.

Here is teaser 6 for Sanctified:

Raven was the type of girl Mom and Aunt Patti would’ve disapproved of when Jude was in high school. But he wasn’t in high school. He was an adult, and he and Raven sported thick bruises from life’s many kicks.

“Do I get a ride home again?” Flirting was new. He hadn’t flirted in years. Unless his ex-wife counted.

“Sure. It’s cold outside. Y’know, I could’ve gotten you.” Raven’s hands trembled.

She was nervous. So was he. Heart pattering a little too fast. Saliva gone sticky in his mouth. A smidgen of sweat at the back of his neck. He’d only gotten divorced last month, after a year of separation required by the province of Ontario. Raven was a recovering addict sorting out her life. But she’d been sober for two and a half years.

“We should…” She licked her lips. “I guess we’re done, hey?” She reached for her parka.

Jude’s stomach drooped a smidgen. He stood. “You’re right. We should get going. I have to finish packing.”

“Going back for the weekend?” Raven zippered the coat.

“Bright and early. Emery and I are returning the U-Hauls. And I need to get my kids and the truck.” Jude forced himself to the teacher’s desk. He donned his coat and slid the files into his briefcase.

Part of him anticipated seeing Noah and Rebekah, but the man who’d spent since the age of nineteen enjoying a healthy sex life needed a companion for the night. He was more than a father, teacher, so-called Eucharistic minister, so-called lector, and so-called member of the Catholic Men’s Association. He was a flesh-and-blood man. And his flesh burned hot for a real woman, not one on his laptop undressing ala burlesque style.


Jude swiveled, clutching the briefcase. Raven stood at the doorway, hugging the books against her chest.

“Yep.” Jude strode across the floor.

They meandered down the hallway as if neither wanted to reach the main door. Jude wasn’t in a hurry. He was returning to an empty house that wasn’t a home yet. Once the kids arrived, maybe they’d add something to the cold place devoid of warmth only a family produced.

“You working tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I get Sundays and Mondays off.”

“Those the quiet days at the diner?”

“Sunday is, but Mondays are nuts.”

Their footsteps were the only sound present. A click click from his boot heels, and a smoosh smoosh from her mukluks, reaffirming they’d reached the dreaded uncomfortable silence.

Jude couldn’t ask for a date. His parents would freak. His brother and sister would freak. Okay, maybe not Emery. But Bridget…oh boy.

Raven pushed on the door. A blast of cold and the familiar scent of winter swept into the building.

“How’s your, err, brother doing?”

“He’s fine.” Even with the icy air nipping at their skin, Raven didn’t dash for her truck. She kept dragging her feet along the walkway.

Jude ambled beside her. He stole a peek at her face hidden by the faux fur lining of her upturned hood. Screw it. He’d been alone for too long.

“How about a coffee?”

Raven stopped. Her mittened hands drew the books even tighter against her parka. Tight enough to show off her flat stomach hidden beneath the barrier of clothing.

“We…um…yes, sure, but can we go somewhere besides the diner? I…um…I work there all day. It’s, uh, the last place I wanna be.”

Jude swallowed. “Sure. Where do you wanna go?”

“Uh…what about the staff room? We’re already here?”

“True.” Downtown and Old Main were the hub of the reserve. And they both lived in the busiest areas of the community. “I’d like to say yes, but I can’t use the school for…err…personal business. And having a cup of coffee off the clock would be…personal.”

“What about the church?”

“The church?” Shock gripped Jude’s spine. Miss Anti-church and religion was willing to go to a place she hated, just so people wouldn’t see them together, but was desperate enough to be with him that she’d step inside a place she considered the annihilation of their once prosperous race?

Dad had given Jude a key, first thing he’d received upon moving here. Funny how he’d been annoyed at receiving it, thinking he might be able to put in his obligatory Sunday for the sake of his kids and family. Now it came in handy.

“Okay. To the church.” There was a nice seating area at the back where the chair lift staircase was located.

To read Emery’s story, Blessed, book one in the Matawapit Family Series, you can purchase a copy at eXtasy BooksHere’s an excerpt.

To read Bridget’s story, Redeemed, book two in the Matawapit Family Series, you can purchase a copy at eXatsy BooksHere’s an excerpt.

eXtasy Books

2 thoughts on “WIP Wednesday

  1. zakarrie says:

    Their footsteps were the only sound present. A click click from his boot heels, and a smoosh smoosh from her mukluks, reaffirming they’d reached the dreaded uncomfortable silence.

    Oh this is gorgeous.
    The exquisite agony of leaving when you least want to is palpable in the entire excerpt. 💜

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    1. Thank you, Zakarrie. I’m glad you enjoyed the excerpt!

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