TRAITOR'S CURSE
by Beth Trissel
BLURB:
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:
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?
AUTHOR BIO:
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.
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Thanks for hosting me and my new release, Traitor's Curse.
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