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Did Someone Say Christmas Romances?


Hauntingly beautiful Christmas Romance

Hauntingly beautiful Christmas Romance

I’ve written two Christmas romances, hauntingly beautiful Somewhere the Bells Ring and my sweetly scintillating colonial American historical, A Warrior for Christmas.

The ghost in Somewhere the Bells Ring appears whenever the heroine is drawn into the past in the beautiful old Virginia house inspired by my father’s homeplace in the Shenandoah Valley.

“An intriguing, gripping ghost story with a focus on romance rather than terror.” ~Reviewed by Stephanie E with Fallen Angels Reviews

From Romancing the Book: “Ms. Trissel captivates her reader from the moment you start reading the first page. She has written a compelling love story that spans some fifty plus years and keeps you entertained every step of the way with the story within a story…I fell in love with her characters and look forward to the next delightful story ready with Kleenex box in hand. A must read for every romance fan.” ~Reviewed by Robin

AWarriorforChristmas_7288_300Historical romance A Warrior for Christmas features a deaf heroine and a Shawnee captive turned warrior, recently returned to upper class colonial American society. A vastly different life from the one he knew in the frontier. The romance between this unlikely couple is one of the best I’ve written.  This novella is also available in audio.

A Warrior for Christmas took me by complete surprise. I expected the usual tale of a former Indian captive transcending his past to live the life of a gentleman, but Beth Trissel’s exquisite writing skill made me love this story…No reader of historical romance will want to miss A Warrior for Christmas, even if it isn’t Christmas.” ~Two Lips Reviews (Five Lips and A Recommended Read Rating)

These two novella length romances published by The Wild Rose Press are available from all online booksellers.

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‘Tis the Time For Christmas Romances


Hauntingly beautiful Christmas Romance

Hauntingly beautiful Christmas Romance

I’ve written two Christmas romances, hauntingly beautiful Somewhere the Bells Ring and my sweetly scintillating historical, A Warrior for Christmas.

The ghost in Somewhere the Bells Ring appears whenever the heroine is drawn into the past in the beautiful old Virginia house inspired by my father’s homeplace in the Shenandoah Valley.

“An intriguing, gripping ghost story with a focus on romance rather than terror.” ~Reviewed by Stephanie E with Fallen Angels Reviews

From Romancing the Book: “Ms. Trissel captivates her reader from the moment you start reading the first page. She has written a compelling love story that spans some fifty plus years and keeps you entertained every step of the way with the story within a story…I fell in love with her characters and look forward to the next delightful story ready with Kleenex box in hand. A must read for every romance fan.” ~Reviewed by Robin

AWarriorforChristmas_7288_300Historical romance A Warrior for Christmas features a deaf heroine and a Shawnee captive turned warrior, recently returned to upper class colonial American society. A vastly different life from the one he knew in the frontier. The romance between this unlikely couple is one of the best I’ve written.  This novella is also available in audio.

A Warrior for Christmas took me by complete surprise. I expected the usual tale of a former Indian captive transcending his past to live the life of a gentleman, but Beth Trissel’s exquisite writing skill made me love this story…No reader of historical romance will want to miss A Warrior for Christmas, even if it isn’t Christmas.” ~Two Lips Reviews (Five Lips and A Recommended Read Rating)

These two novella length romances published by The Wild Rose Press are available from all online booksellers.

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Two Historical Romances Sold to Amazon Encore Publishing!


Award-winning historical romance novel

Award-winning historical romance novel

I’m excited to announce the sale of two of my NA themed historicals, RED BIRD’S SONG and KIRA, DAUGHTER OF THE MOON, to AMAZON PUBLISHING under their Encore Publishing Division. Encore Publishing Division is an imprint devoted to taking successful small press books with decent sales and reviews, and improving their exposure and sales.

I’m honored Amazon selected my novels, along with some from fellow authors, to contract through The Wild Rose Press. Red Bird’s Song will re-release exclusively to Amazon on August 25th, and will no longer be available in e-format from other online vendors after that date. Books in Print will still be available. Kira, Daughter of the Moon will follow on September 22nd. Same deal.

2c646-historicalromancekiradaughterofthemooncoverbyraremonetRed Bird’s Song was inspired by events that occurred to my early American ancestors in the colonial frontier and their conflict with the Shawnee during the border Wars, most significantly, the French and Indian War. Kira, Daughter of the Moon, the sequel to Through the Fire (exclusively with Amazon), also strongly features the English/Scots-Irish and their clash with the Shawnee, and the unlikely love stories that came out of this dramatic frontier era. These three novels, plus The Bearwalker’s Daughter, are part of my Native American Warrior series. My short story, The Lady and the Warrior, gives a glimpse into these bygone, but never forgotten by me, days.

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New Sweet Saturday Snippet from Historical Romance Kira, Daughter of the Moon–Beth Trissel


‘A beautiful Scots-Irish healer in the rugged Alleghenies finds herself accused of witchcraft. With the terror of the French and Indian War fresh in her mind, can Kira love a white warrior?’

Excerpt:

God help her, she could die of mortification. And oh, was he handsome. What Kira could see of him anyway. She felt miles above the forest floor. Even that wasn’t distant enough, though, as he smiled up at her and the spectacle she’d made of herself.  Why had she worn crimson today? She should’ve donned her mud-colored petticoats and blended in better, or run in the first place––

“Hullo there!” His call disrupted her internal tirade.

Ebenezer chose that particular moment to land on what he could reach of her shoulder and answered, “Hullo!”

The man chuckled. “Another defender?”

Kira nodded, all she could manage in her awkward state.

“Have you others?”

She lifted her chin––sort of––and blew a dark strand of hair from her eyes. “Not at hand.”

He cocked his head to one side. “Pardon my intrusion, Miss, but you seem in want of aid.”

Refusing any acknowledgement of her situation, she said, “No. Just resting,” as if clinging to the tree in this absurd manner were a common occurrence.

“Indeed? I could swear you were stuck up there.”

“I’m quite comfortable.”

“Ah. Would you like me to go, then?”

Heartily.  She felt an utter fool.

“Very well. I shall bid you good day.” Giving a cheery wave, the frontiersman turned and started down the ferny path.

Returning the gesture was impossible; she didn’t dare move.  It occurred to her, rather strongly, that perhaps on this particular occasion it might be best to pocket her pride. Not readily done, but Kira called after him, “Wait!”~

***Available in print and eBook from The Wild Rose Press,  Amazon, at Barnes & Noble in Nookbook, from All Romance eBooks, and other online booksellers.

Although written to stand alone, Kira, Daughter of the Moon is the sequel to my award-winning historical romance novel Through the Fire.

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Sweet Saturday Snippet from New Historical Romance Kira, Daughter of the Moon–Beth Trissel


A beautiful Scots-Irish healer in the rugged Alleghenies finds herself accused of witchcraft. With the terror of the French and Indian War fresh in her mind, can Kira love a white warrior?

Excerpt:

Head tilted to one side, he appraised her with a keen eye, approval in his gaze. “The years between us don’t seem to make such a difference now, do they?”

A shiver darted through her. “Not like they once did.”

He ran his fingers lightly over her cheek. “I’ll have to make amends for my past neglect.”

Her chest thudded wildly. “Will you?”

“Oh, yes.”

As though she’d issued an invitation, Logan slid closer to her so they were pressed thigh to thigh, nearer than she’d sat to any man. He turned, circling an arm around her waist, and drew her into his hard chest. His low voice a shivery whisper in her ear, he said, “This’ll do for a start.”

Too stunned to speak, she wondered if her galloping heart might give out altogether. This must be a dream. He couldn’t be real. Yet he felt wonderfully solid and smelled of the sun-warmed earth mingled with his own appealing essence, heightening her acute awareness of him. But he was overtaking her with the sudden fury of a gale.

She found her tongue. “I hardly know what to think.”

He didn’t loosen his grip. “Don’t think just yet.”~

‘The Rugged Alleghenies, A White Warrior, Beautiful Scots-Irish Healer, Unrequited Love—Requited, Charges of Witchcraft, Vindictive Ghost, Lost Treasure, Murderous Thieves, Deadly Pursuit, Hangman’s Noose Waiting…Kira, Daughter of the Moon’

***Available in print and various ebook formats from The Wild Rose Press,  Amazon, at Barnes & Noble in Nookbook, from All Romance eBooks, and other online booksellers soonAlthough written to stand alone, Kira, Daughter of the Moon is the sequel to my award-winning historical romance novel Through the Fire.

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Sweet Saturday Sample From NA Historical Romance Through the Fire–Beth Trissel


June 1758, the Colonial Frontier, the Allegheny Mountains of Western Virginia, the Shawnee Warrior Camp. 

Mild breezes caressed Rebecca’s face, wafting the tang of wood smoke and the meaty aroma of roasting venison, nudging her from a place of no dreams. Water gurgled over stones. She must lie  near a stream. Earthy humus cushioned her beneath, and a woolen blanket covered her. She traced the cloth with her fingertips.

The ache in her head made it hard to think. Groaning softly, she opened her eyes to the branches of a great oak silhouetted against the saffron sky.  Sunset. How had she come to be lying sore and bruised on the forest floor? Was Kate here?

Men’s voices drew her. She strained to understand their words. Bewildered and frightened, she shifted gingerly onto her side, peering through smoky shadows at a series of campfires.

Dear God. Warriors, not soldiers, encircled each blaze—dozens of them. Memories of the ambush rushed back as she covered her mouth in a futile effort to stifle a cry.

All heads turned, and a host of dark eyes glinted at her.

She went rigid with dread, her heart pounding. She was as good as dead. Why did she yet live?

After an agonizing moment, the men resumed their banter, some smoking pipes. One tall warrior rose from the cluster seated around the nearest campfire. His muscular body was clad only in an elk skin breechclout, blue cloth leggings, and buckskin moccasins that reached well up his calves; the same skins fashionable men wore with a far more primitive use. A sheathed knife hung from the woven belt at his waist. He’d slung a tomahawk at his side. The blade protruded above his belt and the carved handle below, ready to grasp in an instant.

She watched him intently. Her life hung on his every move. But he didn’t reach for either weapon.Rather, he bent to dip a cupful of steaming liquid from the kettle near the fire then walked to her.

Icy fingers clenched, every muscle taut, she stared up at him. Even without dry-mouthed fear, her eyes would have been fastened on this formidable male, like some New World god sprung from this wild land. A shudder coursed through her rigid body as he knelt beside her.

“I’ll not harm you.”

His assurance in clear English took her by surprise. Not only that, but there was a familiar quality about his face, his voice. Striving to remember, she searched every contour: eyes as black as a night without stars, high cheekbones, sculpted nose, strong chin. His lightly tanned skin was unstreaked by red and black paint. No silver cones hung from his ears. No ornament pierced his nose. Instead of the scalp lock worn by most braves, his black hair hung loose around his shoulders.

She shifted her gaze to the muscled planes of his bare chest, an eye-opening sight for a woman accustomed to long-sleeved shirts, waistcoats, and cravats.

She let her eyes drop lower. His narrow breechclout revealed a great deal of masculine thighs. She hurriedly returned her widened stare to his dark scrutiny. Gaping at a man, even a potentially deadly warrior, wasn’t her nature.

For a moment, he simply looked at her. What lay behind those penetrating eyes?

Through the Fire  is available in print and ebook at Amazon Kindle, The Wild Rose Press, Barnes & Noble and other online booksellers.

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Sweet Saturday Sample from Historical-Paranormal Romance The Bearwalker’s Daughter–Beth Trissel


Autumn, 1784, the Allegheny Mountains of Western Virginia, the McNeal homestead

Excerpt from Chapter Four

Laying a gnarled hand on Karin’s arm, Neeley said, “You haven’t got a mind of your own. Leastways, not one you’ll own up to.”

“Neeley—”

“It’s the God honest truth, lass, and high time these hardheaded McNeals gave you a bit more rein. They’ve kept you on a tight lead far too long, and in the dark.”

“What are you on about now?”

That pensive look returned to Neeley’s pale blue gaze. “You’ll see. And I shan’t be surprised if Mister McCray has a hand in showing you the way.”

Not if Karin had any say in the matter. She could only think the mounting years had addled Neeley’s good sense. As to her own fleeting reason, she simply must recover it.

Draping her wine-colored cloak around her shoulders, she accompanied the irksome woman into the main room. As Neeley said, most of the folks who’d spent the night had gone home to their chores. A handful of men sat on chairs and stools near hearth, their easy conversation punctuated by low laughter.

In search of one in particular, Karin swept her eyes over the relaxed group. She noted Kyle Brewster, an ardent admirer, and settled on the man she had no intention of offering more than a civil exchange—Jack McCray. He sipped coffee from a mug and glanced around as she walked in.

Oh my.  His intent gaze locked on hers and scorched her like a strong wind.

Her stomach lurched and it suddenly seemed she stood too near the hearth. If only he wouldn’t look at her as though he saw her bare-naked soul. She couldn’t drag her captive stare away.

Jack appeared far more handsome than a man recovering from injury ought to, or any man for that matter. She admired the white shirt tucked into fawn britches that fitted his muscled thighs and long legs. His riding boots were Joseph’s second best pair, polished to a high gloss, and added an elegant touch.

In the space of a night, he’d transformed from rugged frontiersman to country gentleman. The snowy linen set off his browned skin and loose chestnut hair. Lighter streaks shone among the darker hues she hadn’t noticed in the night and she liked the way his hair fell around his broad shoulders. She liked him, all of him, far too well, she realized with a shooting quiver through her midriff.

She was in a great deal of trouble.~

The_Bearwalkers_Daughter_Cover3The Bearwalker’s Daughter is a historical romance novel interwoven with an intriguing paranormal thread, set among the clannish Scots in the mist-shrouded Alleghenies. The story is similar to others of mine with a colonial frontier flavor (Red Bird’s Song, Through the FireThe Lady and the Warrior) and also features Native American characters. My passion for the past, and some of the accounts I’ve come across while researching my early American ancestors and the Shawnee Indians, is at the heart of the inspiration behind this novel.

***The Bearwalker’s Daughter is available at Amazon kindle for .99.

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Super Sale On Native American Historical Romance Through the Fire–Beth Trissel!


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THE FRENCH AND INDIAN WAR, A SHAWNEE WARRIOR, AN ENGLISH LADY, BLOOD VENGEANCE, DEADLY PURSUIT, PRIMAL, POWERFUL, PASSIONATE…THROUGH THE FIRE

Blurb: At the height of the French and Indian War, a young English widow ventures into the colonial frontier in search of a fresh start. She never expects to find it in the arms of the half-Shawnee, half-French warrior who makes her his prisoner in the raging battle to possess a continent––or to be aided by a mysterious white wolf and a holy man.~

Excerpt:
For a moment, he simply looked at her. What lay behind those penetrating eyes?

Shoka held out the cup. “Drink this.”

Did he mean to help her? Rebecca had heard hideous stories of warriors’ brutality, but also occasionally of their mercy. She tried to sit, moaning at the effect this movement had on her aching body. She sank back down.

He slid a corded arm beneath her shoulders and gently raised her head. Encouraged by his unexpected aid, she sipped, grimacing at the bitterness. The vile taste permeated her mouth. Weren’t deadly herbs acrid?

Dear Lord. Had he tricked her into downing a fatal brew?  She eyed him accusingly. “’Tis poison.”

He arched one black brow.  “No. It’s good medicine. Will make your pain less.”’

Unconvinced, she clamped her mouth together.

“I will drink. See?” he said, and took a swallow.

She parted her lips just wide enough to argue. “It may take more than a mouthful to kill.”

He regarded her through narrowing eyes. “You dare much.”

Though she knew he felt her tremble, she met his piercing gaze. If he were testing her, she wouldn’t waver.

His sharp expression softened. “Yet you have courage.”~

“Through the Fire is full of interesting characters, beautifully described scenery, and vivid action sequences. It is a must read for any fan of historical romance.” ~Poinsettia, Long and Short Reviews

Hear the primal howl of a wolf, the liquid spill of a mountain stream. Welcome to the colonial frontier where the men fire muskets and wield tomahawks and the women are wildcats when threatened.

The year is 1758, the height of the French and Indian War. Passions run deep in the raging battle to possess a continent, its wealth and furs.  Both the French and English count powerful Indian tribes as their allies.  The Iroquois League, Shawnee, and others bring age-old rivalries to the conflict—above all the ardent desire to hold onto what is theirs.  Who will live, and who will fall?

       
Reviewer: Sheila, Two Lips

“Ms. Trissel has captured the time period wonderfully. As Rebecca and Kate travel in the wilderness, though beautiful, many dangers lurk for the unsuspecting sisters. Away from the gentility they grew up around, the people they meet as they travel to their uncle in the wilderness are rougher and more focused on survival regardless of which side they belong. I love historical novels because they take me to times and places that I cannot visit and Through the Fire is no different.

As I read I am transported back to the mid-1700’s on the American frontier as Britain and France maneuver to control the American continent. I can see how each side feels they are right and the other side the aggressor. I watch how the natives take sides based on promises made but not kept. I felt I was there through Ms. Trissel’s descriptions and settings.”

…This is an excellent story where there is so much happening with Rebecca in the center of it all. I’m glad I read it and look forward to reading more of Beth Trissel.”~ (Two Lips Review)

2009 PUBLISHER’S WEEKLY BHB READER’S CHOICE BEST BOOKS

***THROUGH THE FIRE, published in print and eBook by The Wild Rose Press, is reduced to .99 in Amazon Kindle and Barnes &Noble’s Nookbook from Thursday August 2nd–Friday August 17th . Also reduced at The Wild Rose Press website from August 3rd–Monday 6th. To my knowledge, this novel has never been reduced before so take advantage now.


Historical-Paranormal Romance, The Bearwalker’s Daughter–Beth Trissel


The_Bearwalkers_Daughter_Cover3Set among the Scots-Irish settled in the Alleghenies, with an intriguing Native American thread, The Bearwalker’s Daughter is a suspenseful historical romance. A mystical tone also colors the story.

What’s a bearwalker, you may ask? A shape shifting Shawnee warrior. Depending upon whom you consult among the Shawnee, they may not consider this to be fantasy but an actual ability some of their people possess, or used to in ages past.

The Bearwalker’s Daughter also has a magical moonstone necklace which I wish I could’ve kept, but the novel sucked in that prize and won’t let me have it back. Bummer.

Story Blurb: Timid by nature—or so she thinks—Karin McNeal hasn’t grasped who she really is or her fierce birthright.

A tragic secret from the past haunts the young Scots-Irish woman longing to learn more of her mother’s death and the mysterious father no one will name. The elusive voices she hears in the wind hint at the dramatic changes soon to unfold in the mist-shrouded Alleghenies in Autumn, 1784.

Jack McCray, the wounded stranger who staggers through the door on the eve of her twentieth birthday and anniversary of her mother’s death, holds the key to unlock the past.  Will Karin let this handsome frontiersman lead her to the truth and into his arms, or seek the shelter of her fiercely possessive kinsmen? Is it only her imagination or does someone, or something, wait beyond the brooding ridges—for her?~

Formerly entitled Daughter of the Wind, I reworked and further embellished the novel to make it into The Bearwalker’s Daughter. As Daughter of the Wind, it received stellar reviews and awards.  Of the story, a reviewer from Long and Short said, “Ms. Trissel’s alluring style of writing invites the reader into a world of fantasy and makes it so believable it is spellbinding.”

***The Bearwalker’s Daughter is currently .99 in Amazon Kindle.

*Striking cover by my talented daughter Elise Trissel.

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Sweet Saturday Sample from The Bearwalker’s Daughter


Autumn, 1784, the Allegheny Mountains of Western Virginia

Music? Jack McCray wondered if he was so bone-tired he’d fallen asleep in the saddle. The last time a fiddler had regaled him was back during the war when that drunken musician cheered their weary camp in return for draughts of rum.

Shaking his head to be sure he was awake, he listened intently. The spritely strains enlivened the gloom in the murky woods and lifted his spirits. He patted the slick neck of his long-suffering mount. “Almost there, Peki.”

Neither he nor his horse had eaten for hours, but he hoped their sorry state was about to improve. The perceptive animal seemed to sense his lightened mood and hastened its pace between glistening trunks silvered in the full moon rising above the mostly bare trees.

There! Up ahead, light shone from a dwelling like a beacon. A little closer and Jack glimpsed the stone-flanked cabin, more of a house given its size, standing in the clearing. The dark shape of fenced in fields and outbuildings surrounded the prosperous homestead. This must be the place; it met the description given him and was in approximately the right location. After his seemingly endless trek through these harsh ridges, he’d finally reached his destination. And the home resounded with gaiety. Seems he’d come in time for a celebration.

Hers, he wondered, with no idea what she’d be like. Forbidding, if she took after her black-hearted father.

But what good fortune to arrive now. Festivity meant abundant food, drink flowing like water, and perhaps being reunited with his family. A mix of anticipation and uneasiness fluttered in Jack’s chest at the thought of meeting kinfolk he hadn’t seen since boyhood. And the quest that brought him here. How in God’s name was he to snatch—

Pain seared his shoulder as a blast erupted in the night. What the devil? Clutching his upper arm, he scanned woods faintly illuminated in the ghostly light. An inky figure darted away. By God, if he could get in a shot!~

“I thought The Bearwalker’s Daughter was an outstanding book.The story was refreshingly unique. The paranormal aspects were mild enough that they didn’t take over the story, but enhanced it. The characters never strayed from the post-revolutionary war mannerisms, speech, and attitude. However, it’s not enough to tell you what I thought. The important thing is how this book made me feel.

I felt as though I were traversing an ice-cold rapid river on the back of a horse named Peki. My heart pounded at the sight of a huge grizzly bear in my path. I smelled the smoke of the campfire as my frozen fingers thawed. I could go on and on.” ~ Amazon Review by Sandra Dailey

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