Well it's been a crazy week as usual LOL! I drove in from Herimtage, TN on Tuesday and needless to say proceeded to crash. Twelve hours on the road makes for a long trip. But I got a lot accomplished. Set up the book keeping for Sheaf House Publishers which I'll maintain from home and had a wonderful visit with my friends, Penney, Joan, & Danielle. So, long or not the trip was worth my time.
Enough about me, I know what you're here for LOL!
Today's spotlight is on Beth Trissel with her book, Red Birds Song so without much further ado....here's Beth!
Bio: I’m married to my high school sweetheart and live on a farm in the heart of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia with children and multiple animals. The beauty of the valley is an inspiration, as are my roots which go well back into Virginia’s history. My fascination with the colonial frontier and the Shawnee Indians is an early and abiding one. My English, Scots-Irish ancestors had interactions with this tribe, including family members taken captive. Intrigued with all things Celtic, much of my writing features the Scots-Irish who settled the valley and spread into the mountains and the Carolinas. This absorption with early America also extends to the high drama of the Revolution and ancestors who fought and loved on both sides of that sweeping conflict.
Moreover, I am ever intrigued by ghost stories, and Virginia has more tales than any other state. I find myself asking if the folk who’ve gone before us are truly gone, or do some still have unfinished business in this realm? And what of the young lovers whose time was tragically cut short, do they somehow find a way? Love conquers all, so I answer “yes.” Thus began my ‘Somewhere’ series.
In book two of that series, Somewhere My Lass, I journeyed back to 1602 Scotland and more deeply explored my Scottish roots. In my recent release, Red Bird’s Song, I honed in on my early American roots in a story featuring the Scots-Irish and an Indian attack that happened to my ancestors in the colonial Virginia frontier. Of all my stories, Red Bird’s Song is and ever shall be the book of my heart. A part of me is still seated around the campfire with my Native American brothers and sisters.
Visit me at http://www.bethtrissel.com/
Excerpt: Charity swiped angrily at a tear. She’d run away, if she had anyone to run to.
It wasn’t right they were all dead. On impulse, she jumped to the ground. “I’ll go anyway,” she muttered. “Eat nuts and berries and live in the woods.”
“Will you go alone?” a low voice asked.
Sucking in her breath, she whirled around. Less than twenty feet away, grasping his musket, stood a tall young brave. Stripes of red and black paint blurred his striking features. His dark brown eyes riveted her in place. This warrior was like no other and the most savagely handsome man she’d ever seen.
God help her. She should flee now, but could only stare, open-mouthed. She swept her disbelieving gaze over the loose black hair brushing an open buckskin vest that revealed his bronzed chest and shoulders molded into contours of muscle. An elkskin breechclout left a great deal of his hard thighs exposed. Despite the dread hammering in her chest, a fiery blush burned her cheeks. But it was the sheathed knife hanging on his left side and the lethal tomahawk slung on his right that snapped Charity from her near-trance.
In a rush of memories, she recalled the stories of her father’s death under the scalping knife and neighbors who’d suffered the same violent fate. No
Indians had been spotted in their settlement since the Shawnee grew hostile and war had erupted nine years ago, but the warfare had ended. Hadn’t it?
Clenching ice-cold fingers, she dug her nails into her palms. “What in God’s name are you doing here?” she forced past the dry lump in her throat.
“Watching you.”
Wow sounds like a great read! Beth has buy links for Red Bird's Song and her other titles at her website.
Well Friends, that wraps up another edition of Saturday Spotlight. Hope you enjoyed it and will join me next week for another great read.
Until later...take care & be BLESSED!
PamT
