I’m not sure if you’re a regular or if you’ve come to visit because you’re a Fatal Foodies follower and you’re trick-or-treating from that blog. Either way, welcome–I’m happy to have you drop in!
Without further ado, let’s get to the TREATING!
First of all, whoever comments on this blog post (please include your email address so I can notify you if you win) will be entered into a drawing for a signed copy of THE LONG STITCH GOODNIGHT and a signed Advance Review Copy of THREAD ON ARRIVAL. That’s right–you’ll get a copy of the uncorrected proof before THREAD ON ARRIVAL is released on December 4! (Just, please, no spoilers for other readers if you choose to post a review–thanks!)
But, just so my other trick-or-treaters don’t go away empty handed, here are some goodies for all of you!
TODAY ONLY Gayle Trent is offering THE PERFECT WOMAN Kindle edition free! Even if you don’t have a Kindle, you can download the free Kindle for PC application which allows you to enjoy Kindle books on your computer. Hope you enjoy the book!
And, last but not least, here is a link to some last-minute Halloween costume ideas! They’re pretty punny…I mean, funny! Okay, some are real groaners. Here are a couple of examples:
* Dress all in black, tie a shot glass around your neck. What are you? A shot in the dark!
* Wear all white. Attach (or paint) yellow circle to your stomach. You are an egg. Add horns and a pitchfork and you are a deviled egg.
Well, guess who’s visiting me today IN PERSON? Amanda Lee!!!! And Gayle Trent!!!! I’m so excited to meet them…er, her…at last! So, we’ll go visit, and I’ll be sure to fill you in on our time together in upcoming newsletters. In the meantime, here is another sneak peek of THREAD ON ARRIVAL:
I went home to get Angus before opening the shop. We’d just been at the Seven-Year Stitch for a moment–I hadn’t even had time to hang my jacket in my office–when Sadie rushed in.
“What’s this I hear about a treasure map?” she asked.
I groaned. “Oh, no. That ignorant, spiteful Keira! What did she say?”
“She said you were talking about someone giving you a treasure map for safekeeping.” Sadie sat down on the sofa facing the street. “She said it’s rumored to be a treasure worth millions.”
I let out a growl of frustration as I stormed into my office, hung my jacket on the coatrack, and put my purse and tote bag under the desk. Angus retreated to his bed under the counter in the shop.
“Does that reaction mean it’s true?” Sadie called.
“No!” I came out of the office and stooped by Angus’s bed. “I’m sorry, baby.” I stroked his head. “I’m not angry with you.”
He wagged his tail but stayed where he was.
I straightened and went to sit beside Sadie. “You know what this is, don’t you?” I asked. “This is Keira’s attempt to have me inundated with treasure hunters. I told her there wasn’t a treasure.”
“I seriously doubt it.” I explained about my visit with Mr. Cantor, his showing me the tapestry, and his hope that it would prove to be a map that would lead him to a treasure that would help solve all his family’s woes. “It’s an old tapestry. His mother probably used to entertain him with stories of pirates and treasure when he was a little boy. And now that he’s…well…in his second childhood, he’s returned to those dreams because he sees no other alternative to his family’s money problems. I guess he figures it makes about as much sense–maybe more so–than the lottery.”
“Well, gee…that’s sad,” Sadie said.
“It is. You’d love this little old guy, Sadie. I wanted to adopt him and bring him home with me.” Tears pricked the backs of my eyes. “He says he deserves for his son to mistreat him. But he doesn’t. He’s a dear, sweet man.” I blinked back the tears and sniffled. “I’m going to take another look at that tapestry, too. If there’s any way it is a treasure map, I’ll help him find that treasure.”
Sadie sighed. “You started that class–what–last night?”
“I knew you’d get in over your head with this group before everything was said and done, but this has to be a record even for you.”
Surprise! I have the cover art and a sneak peek of THREAD ON ARRIVAL for you today!
Embroidery shop owner Marcy Singer gets hung up on a tapestry that may lead to sunken treasure and be the motive for murder….
When Marcy’s friend Reggie, Tallulah Falls’ local librarian, asks her to teach an embroidery class as therapy for domestic abuse victims, she gladly agrees. One of the women wants to flee from her abusive husband but is afraid to leave her elderly father-in-law behind. And she thinks Marcy can help.
The elderly gentleman shows Marcy a tapestry his grandmother made, which he believes reveals the location of pirate treasure off the Oregon coast. He’ll move to a shelter, provided Marcy takes the tapestry to keep it safe. But when the police arrive to escort him out, they find the old man murdered and the house ransacked. Does someone want that treasured tapestry desperately enough to kill for it?
And now here’s the excerpt in which Marcy talks with Chester Cantor about his treasure map:
The tapestry appeared to be an ancient map of the Oregon coast. Besides Tallulah Falls, I recognized the names Lincoln City, Coos Bay, and Waldport. Near Tallulah Falls, there was the depiction of a schooner sinking into the ocean. Beneath the ship was the name, Delia. And beneath the ship’s name was an X.
“It’s gorgeous,” I said. The background was dark brown wool. Dark wools were often indicative of textiles from the Civil War era. “It must be well over a hundred years old.” As I said it I realized Mary would be disappointed I had confirmed it was an antique. Still, I couldn’t deny the truth of that.
“It sure is.” Mr. Cantor tapped the X. “And look here. It’s a treasure map.”
I was trying to humor him, but I didn’t see how he’d decided that this tapestry was a real treasure map. “It does remind you of a treasure map, doesn’t it? May I pick it up?”
I took the tapestry and held it closer to the light. There were no holes, little wear and tear on the bindings and edges, and only a couple of tiny stains. I turned the cloth over, but there was nothing on the back except the work that made the beautiful map on the front.
“You don’t believe it’s a map, do you?” Chester asked. “Let me explain. My great-grandmother was a Ramsay.”
I nodded slowly, still having no idea where he was going with his story and not sure he had a clue himself. I carefully placed the tapestry back onto the bed.
He pushed his walker out of the way and sat down beside the tapestry. “The Clatsop Indians used to tell stories about Jack and George Ramsay. Jack had fair skin, red hair, and freckles. They were the children of an English sailor and a Clatsop woman.”
“And you believe your great-grandmother was related to these people?”
“Indeed I do,” he said. “Mother said Grandmother Wells–she was born a Ramsay, married a Wells–had the prettiest head of red hair you ever did see. And I believe she made this tapestry after years of hearing her parents talk about this shipwreck off the coast of Tallulah Falls.” He studied the delicate fabric. “They lived up in Vancouver, and I believe Grandmother made this tapestry in the hope that one day she or one of her children would return to the Oregon coast and find that treasure.”
I reached over and gently placed my hand on his arm. “Mr. Cantor, don’t you think someone would have found it by now?”
“Treasures are still being discovered every day, Marcy.” He looked up at me. “Oh, I see what you’re saying. You’re thinking I’m too old to be searching the seas for treasure.”
“I’m not saying that at all. I just don’t think it’s the solution to your current problem.”
“It couldn’t hurt. Adam and Mary are always fighting about money. There’s never enough. He thinks she mismanages it, but she does the best she can.” He smiled sadly. “I am old. And I’m out of ideas. But I’ve been in touch with a treasure hunter, and he thinks there could be something of the Delia left for us to find. As late as July of 2010, gold coins and a bronze cannon from a 1715 shipwreck were found off the coast of Florida.”
“But, Mr. Cantor, you and Mary and Melanie need to get to safety now. You can still locate the treasure,” I said. “Take the tapestry with you.”
“And let someone steal it from me at that homeless shelter? Steal the tapestry and the treasure?” He shook his head in obvious alarm.
“Then give it to someone you trust to hold on to it…your attorney, maybe. Or put it in a safe deposit box.”
He sighed. “They want to leave, don’t they–Mary and Melanie, I mean?”
I nodded. “They want to do it today…and they want you to go with them, Mr. Cantor. In fact, they won’t leave without you. They’re afraid for you to stay here with your son alone.”
“I’m getting what I deserve,” he said, his rheumy eyes filling with tears. “I did Adam wrong all those years ago when I divorced his mother. Then his mother married a man who was harsh with Adam. I later tried to make it up to him, but for the longest time, Adam wouldn’t have anything to do with me. And who could blame him?” He lowered his head. “This treasure could be the answer to my prayers. It could let me get my daughter-in-law and my grandchild to a safer place, and then Adam would see what he was missing. He’d understand what he’s been doing to them. And then I could convince him to let me get him some help.”
I patted his hand. “I hope you do find that treasure, Mr. Cantor.”
“Will you help me?” he asked, raising his eyes to mine.
“If I can,” I said.
“Will you take the tapestry somewhere safe for me? If you’ll take it to the bank, or to the police station–anywhere they’ll put it under lock and key, I’ll go. Then when Mary, Melanie, and I get to a safe place, you can get it back for me. What do you say?”
How could I say no?