Tag Archives: urban fantasy

New Community for #Book Lovers! #Mystery #Romance Reads + #Giveaways ~ #amreading #ABA Happy New Year

“Hear ye hear ye!” I summon in a raspy voice, after weeks of coughing. I’m a bit better now, thanks. I’ve crawled from my burrow to share some exciting news. I’m honored to be one of 12 super authors taking part in a fabulous new website, Moonlight and Mystery. This online magazine offers superb romantic suspense, mystery, and page-turning reads, some with a sprinkle of supernatural, time slips, urban fantasy, or magic. And gripping history mixed in–from me.

Look for:

Super reads and prizes
Sweet games and contests
Behind the scenes secrets
Free ongoing mystery reads
Compelling articles (Mine will probably have historical and herbal content, or cats…gardening… but darn compelling stuff)

We invite you to be part of the inner circle, contribute to the authors’ creative process, and share your favorite books and authors.

Like our Facebook page:

Visit our website: http://www.moonlightandmystery.com

I spent days creating an author page with more about my books at: http://www.moonlightandmystery.com/our-newest-releases/books-beth-trissel/

For more of an insiders’ view, join our Street Team:

We look forward to seeing you and growing as the year unfolds. Make reading more one of your New Year’s resolutions. I’m gonna try to do that, too.  Our list of stellar authors includes:

Kathryn Knight      
Casi McLean
Alicia Dean
Tamara Ferguson
Suzanne Jenkins
Beth Trissel
Kim Hornsby
Brenda Whiteside
Renee Johnson
Emma Kaye
Maureen Bonatch
Sharon Buchbinder

When Your Publicist(s) Are Feline

My faithful, ofttimes naughty, kitties Peaches and Cream (both male–don’t tell Peaches he has a sissy name) are helping promote my May 4th release, YA fantasy/paranormal Curse of the Moon (Book 2, The Secret Warrior Series). Cream (below) is particularly naughty, unless you want your toilet paper, paper towels, etc, shredded. And he’s a climber. Cream was especially taken with the paperback, so I removed the temptation before he nibbled it. But hey, when your publicist(s) are feline, you do the best you can. Amazon will have the print at least by release day. My publisher, The Wild Rose Press, has it now.

Kitty Cream with book.jpg1

Peaches (below) wasn’t as excited as Cream by the book, but he’s a good sport and happy to pose for pics. He’s a laid-back kitty who would be far better behaved if not tempted into naughtiness by his brother. Peaches is easily led. He has a water fetish and loves a dripping faucet, and knocking items into the sink to see them get wet. Blocking the drain with a hand towel is super fun. He’s fallen into the bathtub, more than once. So has Cream. Both steal everything they can lay their paws on, so if something is missing, or broken, we know who to blame. And yes, I love them to pieces, so all is forgiven. Especially now they’re helping with promo. Not my favorite thing.

Peaches looking at Curse of the Moon.jpg2

Curse of the Moon (Book 2 The Secret Warrior Series) is in pre-order now, out May 4th. If you haven’t read book 1, The Hunter’s Moon, you might want to do that. It’s a shorter novella, so not also in print. Book 3, The Panther Moon, is with my editor. I’ve begun book 4.

Blurb for Curse of the Moon:

The bad news? Morgan Daniel’s wolf is out of control. The good news? There’s a treatment. She just has to get a potion from a lizard shifter witch–without looking into the witch’s eyes. Easy, right? But when the witch puts a spell on her younger brother, Morgan has to do the witch’s bidding to save him.

Fortunately Morgan isn’t alone. She has Jackson to lean on, a few witches coming into their powers, a secret warlock, and the always mysterious Chief Okema. What could possibly go wrong?

Kindle Link for The Hunter’s Moonhttp://www.amazon.com/Hunters-Moon-Secret-Warrior-ebook/dp/B017OCROM8

Kindle Link for Curse of the Moonhttp://www.amazon.com/Curse-Moon-Secret-Warrior-Trissel-ebook/dp/B01DH16746

Follow the White Rabbit With Time Travel Romance Somewhere My Lass

Yep, they tumbled down the rabbit hole.

Excerpt from Somewhere My Lass: 

An angry howl shattered the quiet night. Mora startled, and Neil’s racing heart pounded even harder. “Damn.”

Fergus jumped. “Cripes! He’s here. Even if he stole a car, he couldn’t drive it.”

“He must’ve found someone very obliging to drop him off.” There was no time for anything. Directing the beam up the steps, Neil sprang forward pulling Mora just behind him. “Upstairs now, Fergus, unless you want to face him alone.”

“Hell no.” Fergus shot after them. His gadget clicked away like a metal detector at a garbage site. “That portal should be wide open tonight.”

The front door rattled. The wood resounded under a battering fist. Muffled curses carried from beyond the stout barrier. “Told you we needed a taser,” Fergus panted.

Neil envisioned the force needed to fell a hippo. “I doubt that brute would be down for long.”

“Long enough to make our getaway.”

A great shoe kicked at the wood, accompanied by ferocious grunts. “Hide in my room—gun’s under my bed and loaded,” Neil flung over his shoulder.

“I’ve never fired one!”

The door gave way with a shattering bam!

‘“Aim and shoot! Can’t miss at close range.”

They tore down the upstairs hall. Ahead of them loomed the door to nowhere, eerie in the single beam of light surrounded by shadows. The intricate carvings on the old oak suddenly seemed quite ancient, and Neil wondered just where his family had acquired this particular antique. But only for a moment. Mora at his side, he lunged forward and grasped the knob.

Unbelievably, it turned. Without the key. Heavy feet pounded up the steps behind them. “We’re going now!” Holding tight to her hand, Neil threw the door wide with his other. Blackness greeted them. But not snowy blackness. Either the falling flakes were unaccountably blocked on this side of the house, or—

“MacKenzie! God’s blood, I vow ye die this night!”

“Go on!” Fergus shouted. “I’ve got my spray!”

Neil couldn’t leave his friend to face this psycho alone anymore than he could leave a child. He spun around and shone the beam behind them. They’d need the light to see, though how to wield that and his knife—he needed to get his gun. But Mora clung to his hand. How could he fight and grip her?

To his amazement, Fergus faced their pursuer. The advancing Scotsman cast a long shadow, the personification of terror. His eyes glinted with the vengeance he swore. But Fergus stood his ground. Pepper spray in hand, he let a pungent miasma fly up into his enraged face.

With a yowl, the MacDonald covered his eyes and stumbled back. “Damn ye to the eternal flames!”

He careened into a heavy side table then lurched into the wall with a thud. Down he crashed to the floor. He lay still. Possibly knocked out. Fergus’s bravery had bought them a second. If he sped back downstairs, he could get away. The keys were still in the car under the driver’s side mat. “Go!” Praying they didn’t tumble two stories down, Neil rushed through the open doorway with Mora.~

An ancient relic, a medieval crypt, a mad Highlander at their throats and time fast running out.  Mystery, suspense, romance…SOMEWHERE MY LASS

“Ms. Trissel masterfully blended the past and the present in order to create a lovely romance that spans centuries.” ~Poinsettia, Long and Short Reviews

*Available in eBook formats from the Wild Rose Press, Amazon Kindle, Barnes & Noble’s Nookbook, and other online booksellers.