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THREAD AND BURIED
A Threadville Mystery
BY JANET BOLIN
THREAD AND BURIED
A Threadville Mystery
BY JANET BOLIN
ABOUT THE BOOK:
In Threadville, Pennsylvania, known for its textile art courses and shops, everyone’s stories are connected by a common thread—even the ones ending in murder...
Every town has a legend. For Threadville, it’s the story of Snoozy Gallagher, the hotel owner who disappeared thirty years ago with a bag full of stolen jewelry, never to be heard from again. That is, until now—when Snoozy’s loot is discovered buried behind Willow Vanderling’s embroidery shop In Stitches.
When villagers mysteriously become ill, and a body shrouded in materials from Threadville shops appears in the exact spot where the treasure was—along with two abandoned kittens—Willow needs answers. The random events are too coincidental to be unrelated, but Willow will have to act quickly to unravel the deadly mystery, or she might get tangled up as the killer’s next victim...
INCLUDES ORIGINAL MACHINE EMBROIDERY PROJECT
Every town has a legend. For Threadville, it’s the story of Snoozy Gallagher, the hotel owner who disappeared thirty years ago with a bag full of stolen jewelry, never to be heard from again. That is, until now—when Snoozy’s loot is discovered buried behind Willow Vanderling’s embroidery shop In Stitches.
When villagers mysteriously become ill, and a body shrouded in materials from Threadville shops appears in the exact spot where the treasure was—along with two abandoned kittens—Willow needs answers. The random events are too coincidental to be unrelated, but Willow will have to act quickly to unravel the deadly mystery, or she might get tangled up as the killer’s next victim...
INCLUDES ORIGINAL MACHINE EMBROIDERY PROJECT
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
At the fabric shop, I ran my fingers along each bolt of cloth, probably about sixteen times. My mother didn’t mind. She was doing the same thing. Finally, after much indecision and heavy consultation, I chose a navy blue cotton broadcloth with a red pin stripe.
Back home, under my mother’s close supervision, I cut out a couple of large rectangles and a strip for the waistband. Using my mother’s old black Singer, I carefully stitched the rectangles into a tube, then gathered the tube to the waistband. I made a buttonhole and sewed on a big red button. We folded a deep hem, and my mother, whose ability to stitch a straight line was far superior to mine, sewed the hem with her machine. For the finishing touch, she showed me how to wind red embroidery floss under one machine stitch and over the next.
I had made my own skirt and embroidered it, too. I was hooked.
I also loved reading. I asked where books came from. People wrote
them? Wow! I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up.
Whether I grew up or not is debatable, but now I’m writing books in which my main character solves crimes. She also embroiders the way I do now, with sewing and embroidery machines.
What could be better?
AN EXCERPT FROM THREAD AND BURIED:
Clay pointed at a squarish, rusty thing sticking out of the sand near the bottom of the excavation. “Do you know what that is, Willow?”
“A box?” At noon on the first day of summer, the sun was hot and directly overhead, but I shivered. How long had this mysterious box been hiding underneath my backyard?
Clay grinned down at me. I loved having to look up into a man’s face. I was nearly six feet tall, and Clay was taller. He asked, “Shall we find out?”
“Sure.” Another of the many things I liked about Clay was the way he was willing to include me in his schemes. And to play along with mine.
He threw a shovel into the hole and offered me a hand. “Will you be okay in those sandals? There could be nails and glass down there.”
“A box?” At noon on the first day of summer, the sun was hot and directly overhead, but I shivered. How long had this mysterious box been hiding underneath my backyard?
Clay grinned down at me. I loved having to look up into a man’s face. I was nearly six feet tall, and Clay was taller. He asked, “Shall we find out?”
“Sure.” Another of the many things I liked about Clay was the way he was willing to include me in his schemes. And to play along with mine.
He threw a shovel into the hole and offered me a hand. “Will you be okay in those sandals? There could be nails and glass down there.”
His grip was firm, his hand warm and callused. TO FINISH READING THIS EXCERPT, VISIT AUTHOR JANET BOLIN'S WEBSITE HERE.
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