She’s always been obsessed with her ancestors, and now he’s
offering her a chance to live with them… forever.
Second-year university student Edie Whitecrow gobbles up
each course on Indigenous studies. If only she could experience the lives of
her Anishinaabe ancestors instead of reading about them. On
her way to a Halloween party decked out as a historical Ojibway maiden, she
spies a corn maze in a spot known to be barren.
A scarecrow figure beckons Edie to enter with the enticing
offer of making her biggest wish come true. She jumps at the chance and finds
herself in the past, face to face with the man who haunts her dreams—the
handsome brave Thunder Bear. He claims he’s spent twelve years waiting
for Gitche Manidoo to send her to him.
Life in the eighteenth century isn’t what Edie romanticized
about, though. When her conscience is tested, she must choose between the
modern day or the world of her descendants—where the man she was born for
resides.
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Thunder Bear nodded. “Fire Woman. Is it not an appropriate name? The
flames did not burn you. Fire is your friend. Your spirit guide.”
“I want to be honest.” She wet her plush mouth with the color riper
than raspberries. “I have been educated in the ways of the white men. Where I
come from, we live like white men.”
“I know you do. It is in your speech, your movement, your behavior.”
He reached out and touched her bare arm that possessed delicate strength
beneath the smooth flesh he palmed. “You are here to become what you are meant
to truly be. We will teach you, if you are willing.”
“I am more than willing. In the white man’s world, I am learning
everything about the People. I have studied the People ever since I was a
little girl.”
“I know you have. It is why you came.” He could not resist letting
his palm move along her arm. Beneath the skin he stroked, her slight muscle
flexed.
She wet her lips.
The urge to claim her mouth was a test of his restraint. They’d only
met this morning, and he must go slow. To slide his mouth over hers after just
meeting was not how a warrior conducted himself. Yet, the way she’d drew her
tongue along her lower lip was caressing and licking him beneath his
breechclout. Her innocent gesture might as well have been her nails raking his
backside, her hands boldly exploring his arms, and her breasts melting against
his chest.
She was aptly named, because a fire danced in her sparkling dark
eyes. A fire of desire. A fire of need. A fire flickering with mesmerization in
her gaze touching his face.
He stifled the groan aching to leave his throat.
She seemed to drag her gaze to the dark water. If where they stood
was better lit, he’d probably witness redness on her cheeks.
“What is it?”
Again, she wet her lips. “I… Maybe I should go back?”
A punch seemed to knock his gut. “Return? Now?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I mean the wigwam. Not the…the…”
“The dancing flames?”
She nodded.
Relief loosened the knots of his shoulder muscles. He didn’t believe
in restraining any maiden, but if she had dared to run for where she had come
from, he probably would have tossed her over his shoulder and carted her back
to the camp. Now that he had found what he’d waited twelve years to capture, he
wasn’t letting her go.
Somehow, he had to help her find her courage to survive with them.
She was destined to be here.
An Ojibway from Northwestern Ontario, Maggie
resides in the country with her husband and their fur babies, two beautiful
Alaskan Malamutes. When she’s not writing, she can be found pulling weeds
in the flower beds, mowing the huge lawn, walking the Mals deep in the bush,
teeing up a ball at the golf course, fishing in the boat for walleye, or
sitting on the deck at her sister’s house, making more wonderful memories with
the people she loves most.
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