Over the stunning weekend, my husband, art major daughter, and I drove through the valley and mountains on a photography tour. My mother was also out with her camera. Seeing the breath-taking ridges in their autumn glory reminded me of my historical/light paranormal romance, Daughter of the Wind, the season and setting for this story. I've included some of these fabulous pics to illustrate my post.

Autumn, 1784: A tragic secret from Karin McNeal’s past haunts the young Scots-Irish woman who longs to know more of her mother’s death and the mysterious father no one will name. The elusive voices she hears in the wind hint at the dramatic changes soon to unfold in her life among the Scot’s settled in the mist-shrouded Alleghenies. Jack McCray, a wounded stranger who staggers through the door on the eve of her twentieth birthday and anniversary of her mother’s death, holds the key to unlocking the past. Will she let this handsome frontiersman lead her to the truth and into his arms, or seek the shelter of her fiercely possessive grandfather? Is it only her imagination or does something, or someone, wait beyond the brooding ridges—for her?


The strange awareness inside Karin grew, like a summons urging her to an untamed place.

Jack ran fading eyes over Karin. “Paca tamseh,” he said, and sagged more heavily against Grandpa.

“Indian words,” someone hissed. “I heard ‘em.”

Karin shrank back from the man, but Sarah grabbed her arm, pulling her forward with a steely grip. “Can you blame him for knowing their speech after all these years?” She jerked Karin onto her knees and they knelt by the newcomer. Loosening her grip, Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck. “My poor boy.”

Heart racing, Karin hugged the crock. She looked to her grandfather. “I never knew she had an older son.”

“Jack was eight when Shawnee captured him twenty years ago. Any son of Sarah’s is welcome in my house and the settlement,” Grandpa said with a look, daring any to object.

None did. At least, not aloud, although Karin expected there’d be plenty of talk behind their hands.

“You told me Jack was dead, Mama,” Joseph said.

“I thought he was. Praise God he’s back.”

“How did he know where to find you?” Uncle Thomas asked. “You weren’t a McNeal when he was taken.”

Neeley clucked. “Never mind that now. We’ve a wounded man who’s been welcomed home with lead shot.”

Jack fluttered his eyes and looked to Karin. His gaze drew her almost against her will. She leaned toward him. “Someone seeks you, Shequenor’s dahnaithah.”

The message rippled through her. And she knew—his was the inviting summons in the wind.


"Jack McCray, as he’d been known before his capture and still was in some parts of the frontier, had a vague awareness of the astonished folk gathered around him. He caught himself fading in and out of consciousness and fought to remain alert...he slid his eyes over the people hovered about him in search of the angel he’d sighted earlier and spoken to briefly, but she seemed to be keeping her distance. Some females took time to grow on him before he found them pleasing. Not this fresh beauty. Her face and slender figure grabbed him the instant he’d spotted her."

"Stomach fluttering, Karin picked her way across the muddy yard beyond their sprawling homestead. A chill darted through her despite the extra flannel petticoat she’d donned beneath her warmest cloak.
Jack—the name alone sent shivers down to her toes. She almost lost her footing on the red and yellow leaves slicking the ground beneath her leather shoes. Easy, she told herself, breathing in the tang of wood smoke from the chimney."

A bearwalking Shawnee warrior, secrets from the past, a rugged frontiersman, gifted heroine, magical moonstone, love at first sight…DAUGHTER OF THE WIND

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  1. Patrice // October 27, 2009 at 11:57 AM  

    Beatiful pictures, Beth. Sounds like a nice weekend for your family. Your book excerpt is terrific!

  2. Beth Trissel // October 27, 2009 at 2:42 PM  

    Thanks so much, Patrice.

  3. Mary Marvella // October 27, 2009 at 3:00 PM  

    Loved the photos and the excerpt! they were indeed stunning!

  4. Beth Trissel // October 27, 2009 at 3:09 PM  

    Fun to do. I'm very spoiled by the photographers in the family.

  5. Judy // October 27, 2009 at 3:50 PM  

    Gorgeous pictures, Beth. What a beautiful country we live in... Glad you had a good weekend and that your book seems to be doing so well. The book sounds terrific.

  6. Scarlet Pumpernickel // October 27, 2009 at 4:56 PM  

    Beth, another great read to be added to my Sony e-reader! Great pictures, you have some talented photographers in your family.


  7. Beth Trissel // October 27, 2009 at 5:13 PM  

    Thanks so much, Scarlet. Tell all your friends and relations, to quote Rabbit on Winnie the Pooh.

  8. Pamela Varnado // October 27, 2009 at 6:58 PM  

    What a breathtaking post. Just looking at the pictures calmed my inner spirit. My husband and I have always wanted to travel around the Unites States to see all the glories sight.

  9. Beth Trissel // October 27, 2009 at 7:58 PM  

    Thanks Pamela. The Shenandoah Valley and surrounding mountains are spectacular, both calm and majestic, dynamic and tranquil. A sea of diversity depending on mood and weather, season and time in history.

  10. Joanne // October 28, 2009 at 7:23 PM  

    Beautiful images, Beth, and wonderful excerpt. Thanks for sharing.

  11. Toni V.S. // October 29, 2009 at 4:52 PM  

    The pictures of the trees remind me of those around the apartment. Not natives, of course, but beautiful nonetheless.