Blurb:
Taken captive by a Shawnee war party wasn't how Charity Edmonson hoped to escape an unwanted marriage. Nor did Shawnee warrior Wicomechee expect to find the treasure promised by his grandfather's vision in the unpredictable red-headed girl. George III's English Red-Coats, unprincipled colonial militia, prejudice and jealousy are not the only enemies Charity and Wicomechee will face before they can hope for a peaceful life. The greatest obstacle to happiness is in their own hearts.
“Watching you.”
Taken captive by a Shawnee war party wasn't how Charity Edmonson hoped to escape an unwanted marriage. Nor did Shawnee warrior Wicomechee expect to find the treasure promised by his grandfather's vision in the unpredictable red-headed girl. George III's English Red-Coats, unprincipled colonial militia, prejudice and jealousy are not the only enemies Charity and Wicomechee will face before they can hope for a peaceful life. The greatest obstacle to happiness is in their own hearts.
As they struggle through bleak mountains and cold weather, facing wild nature and wilder men, Wicomechee and Charity must learn to trust each other.
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
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.”
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RED BIRD'S SONG published by the Wild Rose Press out Sept 10, 2010~For more on the story behind the story please visit my website: http://www.bethtrissel.com/
TEASE! I loved that scene. MORE!
I know you are thrilled about the upcoming release of this story.
Beth, how exciting another release! You're smoking girl. This one sounds super interesting as well. Love your NA hero. Can't wait to add this one to my e-reader! Congrats girlfriend.
Thanks thanks thanks! Super psyched I am. That sounds like Yoda.
You are on a roll Beth! Stay at the top of that hill girl!
This post looks familiar, I must be crazy?
But I do wish you the best my friend.
You just reminded me why I fell in love with reading. Can't wait to enjoy the entire story.
I can't wait to read this one. Sounds like you've got another winner here. Loved the excerpt.
Congrats on a release date. Sounds like a fun read. I can't wait.
Thanks everybody!
Beth, I love, love, love stories like this. Always wanted to be kidnapped by Indians when I was a young girl reading about Indian life. Of course, now I realize those books didn't tell the whole story of what life was really like. Good luck with it!