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New Audiobook–Enemy of the King!


Award-winning historical romance novel, Enemy of the King (Book 1 The Traitor’s Legacy Series), is now a fabulous audiobook available at Audible and Amazon.  Narrator Roy Davis did a great job.

“AN AMAZING AND VIBRANT LOOK INTO THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION…THIS SEXY HISTORICAL IS A MUST READ!” ~Five Cups From Coffee Time Romance & More

1780 South Carolina, spies and intrigue, a vindictive ghost,  the battle of King’s Mountain, Patriots and Tories, pounding adventure, pulsing romance…ENEMY OF THE KING.

Story Blurb:

(Book 1 of the Traitor’s Legacy Series.) The American Revolution.

1780, South Carolina: While Loyalist Meriwether Steele recovers from fever in the stately home of her beloved guardian, Jeremiah Jordan, she senses the haunting presence of his late wife. When she learns that Jeremiah is a Patriot spy and shoots Captain Vaughan, the British officer sent to arrest him, she is caught up on a wild ride into Carolina back country, pursued both by the impassioned captain and the vindictive ghost. Will she remain loyal to her king and Tory twin brother or risk a traitor’s death fighting for Jeremiah? If Captain Vaughan snatches her away, he won’t give her a choice.

Available in kindle/eBook, paperback, and now audio.

At Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Enemy-of-the-King/dp/B07K3QKJNJ

Step Into the Garden With Meriwether & Jeremiah from Colonial American Romance Novel Enemy of the King


Driven by my love of history and gardening, I’m revisiting a former post that features both with an excerpt from award-winning historical romance novel, Enemy of the King.

colonial homeStone lions the size of wolfhounds sat on either side of the imposing front door as if to devour unwanted guests. Perhaps Jeremiah enjoyed their significance. He seldom entertained and seemed happier seated astride a horse than in the company of most ladies and gentlemen. He turned the marble knob and led Meriwether out onto the crescent-shaped balcony.

live oak tree with hanging mossHe leaned momentarily on the iron railing. “Feel that breeze.”
“Delightful.” The cool wind fanned her hot cheeks.
Lifting her skirts, she walked arm in arm with him down the brick steps of the gracious Georgian-style home. Pleasant Grove had been built by his grandfather on a bluff above the Santee River and fashioned after the manor in Kent that Lord Jordan had been forced to flee in 1647 after fighting with Charles I, who lost his kingdom and his head. Fortunately Jeremiah’s Royalist ancestor had fared better than the ill-fated king and escaped to America with his young wife and her jewels. But his near capture by Cromwell and the loss of everything else had given him a wariness he’d passed to his descendants.
Old oak alleyWas Jeremiah secretly opposing a different king?
She cocked her head at him a little apprehensively. “Is there anywhere in particular you’re taking me?”
He smiled as if to reassure her. “Just farther in.”
“As you wish.” Being out here alone with him was like being in a glistening Eden. A thrush warbled from high above them in the live oak. Green-gray moss hung from its far-reaching branches and blew in the breeze, reminding her of the McChesney, her father’s largest ship, its sails billowing.
thyme bloomingJeremiah held her back, the warmth of his hand radiating through her sleeve.  “You’ll spoil those fine shoes.” He led her around the sprawling puddle she hadn’t noticed and onto the green mat creeping over the path.
The fragrant thyme scented the air as they trod on the tiny leaves and wound deeper into the garden. Newly washed hollyhocks, rosy balsam, and wine-red salvia gleamed. The glowing colors, heady fragrances, her arm tingling at his touch…stirred a pulsing awareness in Meriwether that she’d never felt in the house.
There was so much she wanted to say, to ask, but couldn’t, and she darted glances at him.
wine-red hollyhockHe caught her eye. “What are you thinking?”
“Nothing of consequence,” she almost stuttered.
He quirked his left eyebrow at her; the narrow scar gave it a slightly crooked rise. “And earlier in the parlor?”
She glanced away from his searching gaze and focused on the toe of his boot. “Just chatter.”
“Are you truly worried?”
“Only as much as anyone these days.” Still evading his scrutiny, she bent and plucked a sweetly-scented nicotiana blossom.
He took the white flower from her hand as she straightened, setting her skin afire, and tucked it behind her ear. “I sense there’s much left unsaid. Why won’t you speak?”
boxwood hedgeStill battling the near irresistible draw of those blue eyes, she stared at his open neckline. “I prefer to listen.”
“Yet I would know what fills your fair head.”
“Perhaps you already do,” she said, hastily shifting her inspection from his bronzed chest back to the snowy blossoms.
His voice lowered even further. “No. You are not so easily read.”
Jeremiah grew silent and led her into the avenue, as he called it, strolling with her between rows of English boxwood that reached up over their heads. The clipped shrubs exuded the warm Old World scent Meriwether remembered from childhood.
frog and water lily“Stay a moment,” he said, stopping beside the fish pool. The statue of his father’s favorite spaniel sat on the pebble path beside the water, a whimsical touch. The brown stone was flecked with moss, as was anything that sat out of doors too long, but the cocker seemed as if he really were intent on the water.
She patted his granite ears and sighed. How could she confide her deepest longing and her fears?
“Such a weighty sigh. Has our walk overtaxed you?”
She lifted her gaze to his, bracing herself under the force of his study. “No. I’m much stronger now.”
“Good. You seem so. You were as weak as a newborn kitten when I first found you.”
“I only remember that you brought me here in your boat.”
He scooped up a pebble, tossing it into the pool. Goldfish scattered, and a little green frog plopped in among the lilies. “Charles Town is a graveyard. Thank God yours has not swelled the family plot.”
The intensity in his voice took her by surprise.
“Are you content at Pleasant Grove, Miss Steele?”
“Yes,” she answered in growing confusion.
Sage in bloom“Entirely?”
She shied away from his inquiry and watched goldfish rippling through the water like orange silk. “Why doubt me?”
“I must know.”
His earnestness made her stomach churn. “For my part,
I am content. I trust you don’t find my presence burdensome?”
“Not yet,” he said gravely.
Her eyes startled back to his. “Do you think I will become so?”
“Quite possibly.”
****
1780 South Carolina, spies and intrigue, a vindictive ghost,  the battle of King’s Mountain, Patriots and Tories, pounding adventure, pulsing romance…ENEMY OF THE KING.
Enemy of the King is an amazing and vibrant look into the American Revolutionary War and tells the story through the eyes of a remarkable woman. While Jeremiah Jordan himself is a strong soldier and heroic patriot, it is Meriwether Steele who makes such a great impression in this epic novel. Her dedication to the man she loves, the lengths she must go to defend herself and others, and the unstoppable force that she is makes Meriwether one heck of a heroine. Ms. Trissel brings the countryside and its people alive with her fascinating and at times gory details. This sexy historical book is a must read!’
coffee time romance~ Danielle, Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More~

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A Lovely Review for Enemy of the King by Angela Simmons


ENEMY OF THE KING

In the midst of a country with divided loyalties there emerges an epic love story that will take hold of your senses. In Enemy of the King author Beth Trissel takes you into the heart of the Revolutionary War and welcomes you into the lives of Meriwether Steele and her guardian Jeremiah Jordan.

When Meriwether’s father Captain Steele dies, and Meriwether herself falls victim to illness, she is placed within the care of the strappingly handsome widow, Jeremiah Jordan. Meriwether soon finds herself falling deeply in love with the man who has cared for her. She soon realizes that Jeremiah’s loyalties do not lie with the Crown. Uncovering that he is a Patriot spy she soon discovers that this secret may very well be their undoing. Meriwether struggles with her own strong Loyalist beliefs fearing, knowing that one day she will have to choose between the man she loves and the land she once called home, the land for which her twin brother fights. She soon must choose a side when a group of soldiers in the King’s service come calling to arrest Jeremiah. Shooting the British officer, Captain Vaughan to save her beloved Jeremiah, they are forced to flee deep into the backcountry of South Carolina. On the run like Robin Hood and Maid Marianne, the two meet up with the band of men that support the cause of freedom. Jeremiah must keep Meriwether safely out of the hands of the British and out of the arms of his men. Desperate to declare his love her Meriwether, yet still paying a penance to his late wife Rachel, who haunts more than just their memories. Will Jeremiah be released from the crushing grip of Rachel, and give Meriwether the happy ending they both long for? Or will all be lost?

Enemy of the King is an alluring story of romance, passion, desire, and danger. With characters so perfectly created, like intricate works of art, you feel each and every emotion that they possess. Beth Trissel has created a vast cast of characters that compliment and complete each other as well as the story. Highly descriptive, I could almost smell the jasmine and rosemary as it floats through the air, hear the horse hooves as they pound into the earth, touch the moss as it hang delicately off the trees, and feel the breeze from the bullets as they fly past. Beth Trissel not only places her story in South Caroline, she uses the place it self as another character that springs to life and adds depth. A true work of art that embodies the spirit of historical fiction.

The perfect novel of historical romance, offering the reader an artistic blend of adventure, history, and of course romance. You could feel the heat and passion emanating from Jeremiah and Meriwether. Desire, passion, love, lust, danger, and a haunting sense of foreboding, all contained within the first few chapters making Enemy of the King an enthralling read. Definitely a book to be read again and again.