I’m so excited to be a stop on the blog tour for author Lea Wait and her new book Thread Herrings. This is the seventh book in her A Mainly Needlepoint Mystery Series.
Thread Herrings (A Mainely Needlepoint Mystery)
7th in Series
Kensington (October 30, 2018)
Mass Market Paperback: 304 pages
Digital ASIN: B079KSZ92D
As the action heats up in Thread Herrings, you will find yourself riveted. You cannot help but keep reading to discover how the story plays out.
~The Avid Reader
Ms. Wait has crafted a tale of Murder and History that keeps you turning the pages until you sigh and put the book down when you have finished!
~A Wytch’s Book Review Blog
The narrative is well written, filled with fascinating historical detail, and flows at a steady pace. There’s no fluff or filler; every word is important.
~The Power of Words
I admit I was expecting a quick mystery with some fun dialogue and a bit of romance. The author surprised me and took this a step further. There’s a mystery in a mystery, danger around every corner and she really tested the boundaries of her characters.
THREAD HERRINGS was a story I couldn’t tear myself away from. A true page-turner of a mystery, with questions stemming from past to present, I just became more and more engrossed.
~Lisa Ks Book Reviews
Certainly, an opening that grabs the interest quickly and manages to weave informative and educational tidbits into an engaging and well-developed plot.
She pulls readers right into this story and holds them tight until the final page. OMG, my heart was racing at the ending!
~Escape With Dollycas Into A Good Book
The story is well-paced and the relationships for Angie highlighted, sometimes with a sense of despair. The tension Angie feels and her fears come through, as well as Patrick’s hope to protect her.
~Christa Reads and Writes
Angie’s first auction may turn out to be her last—when she bids on a coat of arms that someone would literally kill to possess . . .
Tagging along to an estate sale with her fellow Needlepointer, antiques shop owner Sarah Byrne, Angie Curtis impulsively bids on a tattered embroidery of a coat of arms. When she gets her prize back home to Haven Harbor, she discovers a document from 1757 behind the framed needlework—a claim for a child from a foundling hospital. Intrigued, Angie is determined to find the common thread between the child and the coat of arms.
Accepting her reporter friend Clem Walker’s invitation to talk about her find on the local TV news, Angie makes an appeal to anyone who might have information. Instead, both women receive death threats. When Clem is found shot to death in a parking lot, Angie fears her own life may be in jeopardy. She has to unravel this historical mystery—or she may be the next one going, going . . . gone . . .
The farther I walked through the preview room the more I realized how little I knew about antiques, or about what people valued. One man was carefully examining a box of old photographs. If they weren’t relatives, why would he be interested? Sarah would know. I didn’t.
I admired an old, framed, Maine state flag that, the catalog said, had been flown over the statehouse in Augusta during World War II.
I didn’t need any furniture, but I walked along the rows of pine, mahogany, cherry, and oak tables, bureaus, and desks. I liked the cherry pieces best, but, according to the auction catalog estimates, they’d all go too high for me. I tried to imagine eighteenth- or nineteenth-century men and women dining at the tables, or writing at the desks. I shivered, wondering who they’d been, and what their lives had been like. How they’d feel if they saw their possessions being auctioned off to strangers.
The vintage jewelry didn’t interest me as much as I’d hoped. “Would you like to see any of the pieces up close?” asked the auction house employee standing in back of the glass showcase.
I touched the gold angel I wore on a chain around my neck. Mama had given it to me for my first Communion, and it reminded me of her. It was only valuable to me.
I moved on to the earrings. “We have a number of small earrings in this sale,” she pointed out. “What’s your birthstone?”
“I was born in April,” I said, knowing that probably prohibited my buying birthstone earrings.
“Diamond,” said the woman, hovering over the earrings.
“We have two pairs of diamond earrings.” She picked them up and handed them to me.
“Is this silver?” I asked, looking at the tiny studs in my hand.
“Platinum,” she corrected me.
The slightly larger pair of earrings was set in gold. The stones weren’t large, but the gold reflected them. “I like these,” I said. “But they’re clip-ons. I have pierced ears.”
“Any jeweler can change them for you,” she assured me. “I suspect that pair was owned by a young woman. Older women tend to prefer larger stones.”
I nodded, as though that made sense, and handed them back to her. “Thank you for showing them to me.”
She turned to the next potential bidder. I marked the lot number of the diamonds set in gold in my catalog. They were appraised at $4,000. Too high for me. And I didn’t exactly live a diamond-earring lifestyle. But if I’d had more money I’d have been tempted.
China, crystal, hand-painted porcelain. Vases, teapots. A display case of swords, pistols, and rifles that I couldn’t even get close to because of the crowd. A lot of people were interested in antique weapons.
Other things were fun to look at, but I didn’t need a nineteenth-century dollhouse, or a cuckoo clock, or a mahogany writing case, or French marionettes. Who would want these things?
Part of the fun of the auction would be seeing who bought what, and for how much.
I drifted back to the wall where the embroideries were hung. Two women were looking closely at the sampler Sarah had predicted would go high. No one was paying attention to the coat of arms and family crest. I was pretty sure that was an eagle, or at least part of one. And a flag, although so many threads were missing I had no idea what country it represented.
Where was Sarah? I headed for the refreshment table and bought another cup of coffee. This was going to be an interesting day, but a long one.
Lea Wait lives on the coast of Maine. A fourth-generation antique dealer and the author of the Agatha-nominated Antique Print Mystery series, she loves all things antiques and Maine. She also writes historical novels for young people set in (where else?) nineteenth-century Maine. Visit her at leawait.com.
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