by Kath Rutledge
from the Haunted Yarn Shop Mysteries by Molly MacRae
Hello from Blue Plum, Tennessee! Ardis, Geneva, and T.G.I.F. and I are celebrating this month – and for the next four – because our new book will be out January 1st. Each month we’ll tell you about a book in the series and we’ll give away a copy. I'll start us off with Last Wool and Testament. Let me tell you how it all began . . .
I’m a textile preservation specialist and I believe in chemical analysis, fumigation hoods, and useful things like wiping out weevil infestations. Not the pitter-pat of paranormal feet. I came back to Blue Plum to bury my dear grandmother and settle her affairs. Granny’s death was a shock. She was eighty, but she was still running her own business – The Weaver’s Cat – and living alone in her house on Lavender Street where she had her looms and dye pots. And after all these years, she’d finally started weaving her Blue Plum tapestry. It was going to be her masterpiece, all her love for Blue Plum woven into one picture.
Members of Thank Goodness It’s Fiber (T.G.I.F. – the group for fiber artists Granny started) held a small wake for her at The Weaver’s Cat after the burial. Everyone there wore something made from yarns Granny dyed or cloth she wove. It was a lovely, touching tribute.
You’d think losing Granny would be the hardest part of her death. Unfortunately, it was just the sad beginning and at this point I’m not sure what’s going on in Blue Plum. There are questions about who owns the house on Lavender Street. The Spivey twins, Granny’s unpleasant cousins, are grinning and stirring things up. Granny left me a very, um, interesting letter letting me in on a secret she’s been keeping for years. Oh, and there’s the small matter of a murder a few weeks back for which Deputy Cole Dunbar suspects Granny. No one else does, just Deputy Dunbar. He also gave me my first ever speeding ticket, the clod. And Maggie, Granny’s cat, is missing. Pretty little Maggie would as soon bite me as look at me, but she was Granny’s delight and, if I don’t find her, I know her unfriendly little mew will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Which brings me back to the ghos . . . the spir . . . that-in-which-I-really-do-not-want-to-believe. Can anyone please tell me why, on top of everything else I’m dealing with, I suddenly have a depressed ghost on my hands?
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Counting up from 1 to 6! Five months of giveaways celebrating the release of Crewel and Unusual, book 6 in the Haunted Yarn Shop Mysteries, on January 1, 2019. Leave a comment and your email address by midnight August 25th for a chance to win a copy of Last Wool and Testament. Do you already own a copy? That’s okay! Win another and give it to a friend.
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Molly MacRae is the author of the award-winning, national bestselling Haunted Yarn Shop Mysteries and the Highland Bookshop Mysteries. Visit Molly on Facebook and Pinterest, connect with her on Twitter @mysteryMacRae.
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Ghosts usually hang around because there are still questions to be answered. Maybe you should get the T.G.I.F. members to help find some answers! mbradeen [at] yahoo [dot] com
ReplyGood idea, Maria!
Great post and idea. Fun to countdown with you! Thanks for the chance to win!
ReplyJHolden955(at)gmail(dot)com
Thanks! And thanks for stopping by today.