Today is a special excerpt from the historical romance novel, Traitor’s Curse by Beth Trissel.
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A little
bit about Traitor’s Curse:
Captain Stuart Monroe
returns home from the Revolutionary War to find Thornton Hall threatened by a
peacetime foe: debt. He knows the location of a treasure amassed to pay for the
capture of Benedict Arnold that would restore his manor to its former glory.
The catch, it's hidden in the graveyard, and coveted by old enemies.
Hettie Fairfax
inherited the Sight from her Cherokee ancestors, and her otherworldly visitors
warn her, and Stuart, away from the buried treasure. Half-dead from fever, she
delivers a message: the treasure is cursed. But will he believe a girl half out
of her mind with illness? Even when a very real enemy attempts to poison her?
Stuart soon wants to marry Hettie, but she fears her "odd ways" will
blemish his reputation. The spirits have their own agenda, however, and the
battle against darkness tests everything the couple holds dear, including their
love for each other.
Excerpt from Traitor’s Curse:
Stuart clasped her shoulders. She
was flesh and blood beneath his grip, yet seemed not of this world. “What did
he say?”
“To watch for your coming.”
“How could they possibly anticipate
my visit?”
“That has not yet been revealed.”
Her answer baffled him, as did she.
“Why did you call me master? Are you a servant?”
“No.”
He’d doubted she was in anyone’s
employ. Her smooth hands, opulent coverlet, and refined manner, all bespoke
gentility. And she smelled of violets, a costly scent.
He gazed deeply into those
mesmerizing eyes. “Why are you here?”
“I seek the living among the dead.”
A peculiar reply from the haunting
stranger. “Who?”
“You. Stuart Monroe.”
Again, the sensation of ants
scattering down the nape of his neck. “How did you know I would come?”
“I was told. In a dream.”
She spoke like one in a dream. The
cold mist, the woman—an apparition in the fog—seemed unreal. Yet she was no
ghost.
“You can foresee events?” A sense of
dread possessed him.
“In glimpses. Your father appeared
to me.” Her barely perceptible voice faded entirely, and her eyes fluttered,
then closed. She swayed against him, any further explanation muffled by his
coat.
Stuart held her fast and kept her
from sliding to the cold earth. What did his father have to do with this
visitation? Was the woman in his arms some sort of witch?
A little about
the author:
Married
to her high school sweetheart, Beth Trissel lives on a farm in the Shenandoah
Valley of Virginia surrounded by her children, grandbabies, and assorted
animals. An avid gardener, her love of herbs and heirloom plants figures into
her work. The rich history of Virginia, the Native Americans, and the people
who journeyed here from far beyond her borders are at the heart of her
inspiration. She’s especially drawn to colonial America and the drama of the American
Revolution. In addition to historical romance, she also writes time travel,
paranormal romance, YA fantasy, and nonfiction.
For
more on Beth, visit her blog, One
Writer’s Way. Connect with her on Facebook and Twitter.
2 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
Thanks for hosting me and my new release, Traitor's Curse.
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