Beverley: Which genre or genres do you write or prefer to write? And why?
Maggie: I write a contemporary and historical romance about Canada’s Indigenous People. I write contemporary and historical because those are the stories I’m most drawn to write. Much can be done in contemporary and historical romances.
Beverley: Who influenced you the most in deciding to become a writer?
Maggie: My two favourite authors: Johanna Lindsey and Rosanne Bittner. I love reading their books, so I wanted to be able to write stories just like they do.
Beverley: What gets your creative juices flowing?
Maggie: Music. Music is my biggest inspiration. I can easily dream up stories and ideas just by listening to a song.
Beverley: Do you have a favorite cartoon character? Why?
Maggie: I can’t say I have one in particular, but I do love the Muppets, especially the Electric Mayhem Band. Why? They rock. What’s not to love about puppets playing in a rock band.
Beverley: Who would you love most to meet 'in person' and why?
Maggie: This is an interesting question. I haven’t thought about this one too hard before. I’d say Jake E Lee. He’s my fave guitarist. As for why, because in his interviews, he comes across as a very nonchalant and eccentric guy. He’d be fun to talk to. I love people who don’t live by society’s standards, but find their own path to take.
Beverley: If you had an unexpected free day what would you do with it?
Maggie: Go golfing.
Beverley: What are you working on now?
Maggie: I’m doing self-edits and getting ready to submit a time travel/historical romance to my publisher starring a university student from this time period who meets her Ojibway ancestors of the past and the warrior she’s dreamed about since she was a young girl.
Blurb for Knight Moves:
After receiving his grade twelve diploma and marking his eighteenth birthday, René Oshawee cannot fight the temptation seventeen-year-old high school junior Billy Redsky blatantly offers now that what they share has become taboo.
When their secret romance is blown into the open, Billy’s foster parents send René to Toronto to complete the last of his schooling under the supervision of a family friend, leaving Billy behind at their Ojibway community.
Now Billy and René must make the biggest decision of their lives—fight for the true love they know they’ll never find with anyone else or go their separate ways.
Excerpt from Knight Moves:
The waitress wove her way through the crowded restaurant. She held a slice of birthday cake. Under the dim lighting, people dined at the many tables covered in white cloths and the chairs outfitted in red felt coverings.
René curled his fingers together and set his elbows on his place setting. The flickering candle in the yellow holder caught the glow of Billy’s smooth skin. He was seventeen but passing for nineteen because the hostess, at the beginning of their meal, had asked if they’d wanted anything from the bar.
With his hair cropped over his ears and light spikes to his bangs gelled slightly to the side, there was a true maturity to Billy now. The sprinkling of whiskers above his mouth offered a masculine depth to his boyish looks.
“Here you go. Happy birthday,” the waitress announced.
“Thanks.” Billy flashed her his cheeky grin. “Great meal. The best prime rib I’ve ever had.”
“I’ll be sure to tell the chef. Now, are you sure you don’t want anything from the bar for an after-dinner drink? You turned nineteen today.”
“It’s okay,” René replied. “Some coffee would be nice, though.”
“Right away.” The waitress left.
“C’mon, we could’ve had some beers.” By the twinkle in Billy’s dark eyes, he was jesting.
“You’re driving. Neither of us is old enough. With the luck you generate, the bartender would’ve told her to card us, anyway. Coffee’ll suffice.” An itch to reach across and take Billy’s hand crawled along René’s palm. God, this sucked having to hide what they felt for each other.
In the past, he hadn’t minded. Why playing closet this evening irritated him, René wasn’t sure. “Your present.” He reached insides the breast pocket of his suit and withdrew the small, wrapped package.
“You did have it on you.” Billy moved his chair in closer since they sat on opposite sides of the table instead of adjacent from each other. Another way to hide their secret. “Let’s see.”
René placed the package down.
Still grinning, Billy scooped up the gift. He peeled away the blue paper the clerk at the jewelry store had used for wrapping.
The intensity of René’s beating heart was his foot triggering his kick drum in the basement.
Next, Billy cracked open the white box. His lips formed into an O. He gaped at the black velvet case.
A hint of sweat rose at the nape of René’s neck.
sing his thumb, Billy tipped back the lid, then slapped his hand over his mouth. “What the…?” His fingers held the sterling silver chain. The locket in the shape of an army dog tag dangled in the air. “What is…?”
“See for yourself.” Gushes of delight sprinted through René’s veins.
“Seriously? You got me this shape ’cause of—”
“You did say we were good little soldiers in Oshawee Army, didn’t you?” René couldn’t help the supple laugh gliding from his throat.
The waitress strode over carrying their coffees. Bad timing. Heat of annoyance gathered on René’s face.
“Oh…a present.” The waitress giggled.
“Um…yeah…” Billy palmed the gift.
Once she’d left, he clicked open the locket. His reddish-brown skin morphed to the shade of pink excitement. “It’s…it’s us. This was taken at Christmas. Downstairs. In the rehearsal room. Moxy took it.”
“Yeah. I asked her to give me a copy when she got the film developed.” Pride filled René, pure satisfaction over Billy loving and understanding what the gift meant.
“Is that why you rested your chin on my shoulder? I see the metal horns you flashed are missing. It’s only our faces.” Billy kept inspecting the locket.
“C’mon, she would’ve wondered why I leaned in the way I did.” Again, the urge to stroke Billy’s hand and caress his fingers impaled René like a sword.
“I’m putting it on right now.” Billy unfastened the clasp. Even with a collar, he managed to secure the chain around his neck. Regret flickered in his gaze, as if he loathed tucking the locket beneath his navy-blue shirt.
“Remember, it stays hidden.” The same regret hovering around their table coated René’s tongue with its bitter essence.
“I understand.” Billy rubbed his chest where the locket lay. “They’d wanna check out whose picture is inside. I…” His eyes finished what he couldn’t say in the restaurant. I love you.
“Me, too,” René whispered. He lifted his coffee. If only the world was different and they could behave like a true couple.
He glanced around at the straight couples holding hands, gazing lovingly at one another, sitting adjacent with their knees brushing. Longing tugged at his heart.
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