Beth Trissel's Blog, page 126

A Fragrant Connection to Ages Past

Being passionate about the past, I relish a connection to those who've gone before us.  I'm fascinated with history and love old homes, historic sites, all that ties us to the richness of bygone ages. Intrigued with herbal lore, I often use it in my writing.

Herbs influenced every facet of life in pre-modern times and have changed little over the centuries. When I hold an aromatic sprig of rosemary in my hand, I'm touching the same plant beloved by the ancients. Some heirloom roses hail from...

Wonderful Review for Daughter of the Wind At Bitten By Books

Gentle, protected Karin McNeal stood on the porch while her birthday celebration continued inside. The voices in the wind were calling again, and Karin hoped that she would finally be able to decipher them. She leaned forward eagerly, so close to solving the puzzle, when her grandfather burst out the front door and summoned her back inside. Karin obeyed instantly, as a proper woman of the 1780s would, and rejoined the festivities. The dancing, drinking, and feasting continued but...

My Ancestral Ties To The Salem Witch Trials

In 1760 a plot of land was laid out like this: "Beginning at a beech tree marked, it being the northeast corner, boundary of Samuel Gustin's land; thence north 11 rods to a beech…" and thus it goes around the perimeter of the property from beech to spruce to the hemlock with stones by it.  Quaint.  And so it was while perusing old Mack family annals (Highland Scots who settled in New England) that we came upon something quite interesting but not nearly as charming–a direct link to the

THROUGH THE FIRE Got A Fabulous Review from Two Lips!

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Title: Through the Fire
Author: Beth Trissel
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Genre: Historical, French-Indian War
Publication date: 2008
ISBN: 1-60154-47-5
Pages: 347
Series: n/a
Reviewer: Sheila

Heat Level: m/f    Rating:

Set in Virginia during the French and Indian War, Beth Trissel's Through the Fire tells the story of Rebecca Elliott and her sister Kate as they travel to live with their uncle on the frontier. Attacked and kidnapped by Shawnee Indians, Rebecca must deal with her...

Pooh Bear

"If I were a bear And a big bear too,

I shouldn't much care If it froze or snew;

I shouldn't much mind If it snowed or friz -

I'd be all fur-lined With a coat like his."  Winnie the Pooh

The more it snows (Tiddely pom),






Winnie the Pooh, the House at Pooh Corner

Poetry and...

Somewhere My Love Won the Ultimate Clash of the Covers!

2009 Ultimate Clash of the Covers I'm pleased to announce that our first annual Ultimate Clash of the Covers winner is:Somewhere My Love by Beth Trissel.The author and the artist have each won a lovely sterling silver heart & rose charm.Big congratulations from all of us at Embrace the Shadows!

A big thank you from me to cover artist Tamra Westberry!

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My first release, Somewhere My Love, a murder mystery/ghost story romance with flashbacks to early nineteenth century Virginia and Hamlet

Winter musings

'In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.'  ~ Albert Camus.

"If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?' ~ by Percy Bysshe Shelley

(This is a lovely quote but I have to answer 'yes.'  Looks like a long winter this year.)

'Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.' ~ Kahlil Gibran

'There's a certain slant of light,

'Announced by...

Ties to My Past and A Colonial Recipe for Syllabub

One illustrious tie to the past for me is my grandfather, seven greats back, Sir George Augustus Elliott. A British general and Governor of Gibraltar during the American Revolution, he was given the title Lord Heathfield, Baron of Gibraltar, in honor of his bravery in its defense during the attack by the Spanish and French. While Sir George was giving his all for king and country, his grandson was fighting under George Washington as a commissary officer. There must have been quite a rift in...

Excerpt From Historical Romance Novel Through the Fire

Chapter One

June 1758, the Colonial Frontier, the Allegheny Mountains of Western Virginia

Even the scent was different here, an earthy musk of living plants and crumbling leaves as ancient as the giant chestnuts. High above the forest canopy, a shrill cry sounded.

Rebecca Elliot glanced up and saw a red-tailed hawk plummet through the blue, snatching a dove on the wing. Buff-colored feathers exploded in a cloud, then, nothing. Limp dove in its talons, the hawk flew out of sight.

A chill prickled...

Christmas Musings

Christmas was as Christmas often is, joyous and utterly exhausting.  Two yr olds have that effect on me, God bless 'em, plus all the rest of my clamoring brood.  And I've come down with some respiratory thing, also typical.  This time of year I find myself finishing up novels and whatever projects I meant to complete earlier in the fall on top of all the seasonal demands.  Not to mention one gets awash in sentimentality.  Truly, there are many ghosts of Christmas past to contend with.  But...