Introducing Death by Drop Spindle (an excerpt)
I am thrilled to introduce my latest cozy mystery, Death by Drop Spindle. This story brings together my love for crafting and my passion for storytelling in a way that I hope will captivate your imagination. If you’ve ever wondered what secrets could be hidden in a seemingly idyllic crafting community, this book is for you.
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Here’s a sneak peek to whet your appetite:
Prologue
"I can't. I won't!" the older woman declared, her voice cutting through the storm outside. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her feet planted firmly on the creaky, weathered floorboards.
The wind howled outside and rain lashed furiously against the window. The air was charged with tension.
"But you're my mother," the younger woman hissed. Her face twisted, torn between betrayal and fury. Though barely above a whisper, her words struck with the force of a slap, cutting through the tense silence. "How could you do this?" she asked. Pent up anger and heartbreak clung to every syllable, raw and unrelenting. What had she actually expected from her mother? Nothing! And once again, that’s exactly what she’d gotten.
The two women glared at each other, eyes locked in a fierce standoff, each unwilling to surrender. The lines were drawn and neither were willing to give in an inch.
"It’s the very least you could do," the young woman pressed, but her voice faltered and her bravado cracked under the weight of her emotions, the last words breaking apart like glass. She felt the prick of tears behind her eyes. She looked down and blinked them away. Her fists clenched and unclenched as she fought to steady her breath. She wouldn’t never let this woman, her mother, know how much she has truly hurt her.
Mothers were supposed to protect their child and do anything to make them happy. This conversation wasn’t just proof to the contrary; it was a searing reminder to reinforce what she’d always known — blood wasn’t thicker than water. Cont…
