{"product_id":"only-skein-deep-isbn-9780425282533","title":"Only Skein Deep","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn the latest novel from The \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eKnit to Be Tied\u003c\/i\u003e, Kelly Flynn and The Lambspun Knitters are eagerly awaiting a bundle of joy but find themselves heaped with trouble instead…\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kelly Flynn and her boyfriend, Steve, couldn’t be happier as they await the birth of their bouncing baby boy. Kelly’s got a built-in group of fiber arts specialists, the Lambspun Knitters, who are working away on blankets and booties. As they sit around the table crafting their keepsakes, the story of Giselle Callahan is a popular topic of conversation. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Giselle is the young wife of Henry Callahan, a Fort Connor banking scion, who traded in his previous wife of forty years for a newer model. Giselle’s prowess as a skilled country club golfer and social climber puts her on someone’s hit list. When she is found dead on the greens at the golf club, Kelly and her Lambspun crew worry that a vicious killer is in their midst. They must work fast to bring an unhinged murderer to justice on the back nine before Kelly’s very special delivery…\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eDELICIOUS RECIPES AND KNITTING PATTERN INCLUDED! \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for the Knitting Mysteries\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A darn good series with vivid, breathing characters.”—Mystery Scene\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The Lambspun knitters are full of humor, grace, and warmth.”—Fresh Fiction\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A terrific series with a heroine who grows more and more likable with each investigation.”—The Mystery Reader \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Likable characters, realistic dialogue, and the relationships between the knitters make this a cozy read perfect for a relaxing escape.”—Kings River Life Magazine\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Well-drawn characters and a wickedly clever plot—you’ll love unraveling this mystery.”—Laura Childs, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author\u003cb\u003eMaggie Sefton\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling Knitting Mysteries, including \u003ci\u003eKnit to Be Tied\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003ePurl Up and Die\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eYarn Over Murder\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eClose Knit Killer\u003c\/i\u003e. She was born and raised in northern Virginia, where she received her bachelor’s degree in English literature and journalism. Maggie has worked in several careers over the years, from a CPA to a real estate broker in the Rocky Mountain West. However, none of those endeavors could compare with the satisfaction and challenge of creating worlds on paper. She is the mother of four grown daughters, currently scattered around the globe, and resides in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado with two very demanding dogs.One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Does that feel good?\" Kelly Flynn asked her Rottweiler as she      rubbed behind one of his silky black ears. \"Does it, Carl?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Carl, for his part, had already given Kelly an answer with his      doggie sounds of pleasure. He bent his head slightly, the better      for Kelly to rub behind the \"special spot.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Is that your favorite spot?\" Kelly said to her dog as she stood      beside him on her cottage's outside patio. Carl replied with a      little crooning sound. Yes! Yes! That's it!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kelly rubbed for a few more seconds. \"Okay, that will have to be      it for now, Carl. I have to leave.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Carl looked momentarily surprised when she stopped rubbing. Then      he held his head in the way only dogs can do and trotted over to      his water dish.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As Carl slurped several large gulps of water, Kelly caught sight      of a pair of golfers strolling toward the green that was closest      to the edge of the golf course. And the closest to Kelly's      backyard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Looks like you'll have some golfers nearby, Carl,\" Kelly advised      her dog as she slid open the glass patio door. \"Try not to scare      them to death.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Either Carl understood exactly what Kelly had said, or the golfers      happened to edge into his peripheral vision at precisely that      moment. Carl's head jerked up, and he let out a loud, \"Woof!\" He      followed up with a string of sharp barks as he charged for the      back fence. There, he stood up on his back legs, front paws on the      chain link, and barked more threats to the unlucky twosome who      dared to visit \"his\" course. The two golfers turned around at the      sound of an authoritative Rottweiler bark. Then one waved toward      Kelly before they both returned their concentration to their next      golf shot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kelly waved back then glanced at the sunny Colorado sky above. It      looked like they were really moving full steam into early summer.      Springtime temps of the high seventies and now the low eighties      were teasing everyone. April and May flowers were sprouting      everywhere. She loved it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kelly walked over to the cottage kitchen counter and retrieved her      medium-sized plastic mug. Ever since she'd reached the start of      her ninth month of pregnancy, Kelly noticed that fast movements      and turns had become harder to manage. Her round,      bigger-than-a-basketball belly led the way.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At that moment, the baby inside gave a sturdy kick, and Kelly      placed her hand over the spot. \"Starting soccer practice already?\"      she teased the baby. \"Okay, I'm going to settle into the armchair      and attempt to get some work done, so try to keep the goals to a      minimum.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mug in one hand, Kelly retrieved her laptop and sat in the comfy      old armchair that Jayleen had given her. \"Every mom needs a comfy      chair before the baby's born and a sturdy rocking chair after the      baby's born,\" Jayleen had told her with a tone of authority.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Letting the armchair's comfortable embrace surround her, Kelly      popped open her laptop. She wanted to add the last of this week's      condo expenses she'd calculated for her real estate investor      client Arthur Housemann. She'd entered two rows of expenditures      onto the spreadsheet when several sturdy kicks from the baby made      Kelly's belly bulge in one spot then another.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Are you running down the field, Jack?\" Kelly said as she watched      what she'd come to recognize as a baby foot create another bulge.      Kelly placed her hand over the spot. \"Or was that a goal? If it      was winter, I'd swear you were playing ice hockey,\" she laughed      softly. Suddenly, that bulge disappeared and she felt more      movement inside, then another bulge appeared on her left side.      \"Goal!\" Kelly cheered then laughed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Just then, her cell phone rang beside her elbow. Steve's name      flashed on the phone screen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Hey there,\" Kelly said on answering. \"He just scored a soccer      goal.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Steve's laughter came over the phone. \"Atta boy. Lots of kicks,      huh?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Ooooooooh yeah,\" Kelly said, settling deeper into the armchair's      embrace.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"How're you doing?\" Steve asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I'm doing fine, just trying to get some work done on Housemann's      accounts, but Jack's running up and down the field and the laptop      keeps jumping.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You're exaggerating,\" Steve said after another short burst of      laughter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"No, I'm not,\" Kelly said, watching her belly move again. \"This      kid keeps kicking goals.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Did you have a second cup of coffee or something?\" Steve asked,      in a slight tone of concern.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"No!\" Kelly protested. \"I'm being so good, I don't even recognize      myself.\" She had to laugh. \"One cup of half-strength black coffee      a day, as Sheriff Megan decreed.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Atta girl,\" Steve cheered. \"Megan will be proud. We're all proud      of you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you guys aren't having to try to stay awake in      the afternoons, either. I swear, I'm gonna drink two huge mugs of      black coffee after Jack's born.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Steve laughed softly. \"It won't be long now. At least I hope. I      keep talking to guys who say their wives went past the ninth      month.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Bite your tongue,\" Kelly teased. \"I swear, I think I'm big as a      house, but all the moms at Lambspun keep telling me I'm not that      huge. You wouldn't believe all the stories I hear.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Yeah, I would. Guys are always telling me stories. I swear, Dutch      has a huge family, and everything that happens to them is drama      and trauma.\" Steve chuckled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At the mention of Steve's longtime construction foreman, Kelly      asked, \"Is Dutch doing okay? He's still only working half days, I      hope.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Oh yeah. He keeps wanting to work longer, but I've laid down the      law to him. It's only six months after his heart surgery, so he's      still in the rehab period as far as I'm concerned. He hates it      when I say that, but I've told the guys to grab his tools if      necessary. Whatever it takes to get him to stop working.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You know, some guys have to work. It's part of who they are,\"      Kelly observed as she felt Baby Jack move about. \"You and I have      both heard stories about men who didn't live very long once they      retired from their jobs. Their work is part of their identity, and      it's like they don't know how to live without it. I really believe      the reason that Burt has never had another heart attack is because      he's had the chance to involve himself with the programs that help      men who are recovering alcoholics.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Some stray memories suddenly popped into Kelly's head. \"Oh, and      don't forget, Burt regularly helped me whenever I was sleuthing      around.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Steve gave a short laugh. \"How can I forget that? Listen, I see      Dutch signaling me. The guys just finished digging out that      basement space. Gotta check it out.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Sounds good. That must be the third or fourth basement they've      dug on your new building site. How many town houses will be      there?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"No more than twelve. It's a small site, but it's an infill lot.      The city doesn't have many of those, and they're prime spots. I'll      talk to you later. Take it easy.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Will do,\" Kelly said, then heard his phone click off. She      returned to her accounting activities, methodically entering      expenses and revenues. Baby Jack had quieted down, so this was a      perfect time to get some work done. She drained her mug of      unsweetened grapefruit juice, hoping that Afternoon Sleepiness      wouldn't attack. But she could feel the combination of the comfy      armchair and a warming spring afternoon was about to take its      toll. What she wouldn't give for a cup of Eduardo's full-strength      Black Gold right now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e House of Lambspun shop owner Mimi Parker looked up from stacking      bundles of bubblegum pink yarn on the antique dry sink in the shop      foyer. ÒKelly! I was hoping youÕd come in this afternoon,Ó she      declared with a big smile as Kelly stepped inside the knitting      shop. ÒI wanted to show you some of the adorable baby outfits two      of the knitters in this morningÕs group created.Ó\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Oh wow. Did they really make them for me?\" Kelly said as she      paused by one of the tables in the entryway. Several fat skeins of      lime green fiber were stacked in a neat pile. She stroked one of      the skeins. Soft. Cotton, maybe? Examining the label she read that      it was one hundred percent cotton from India. Kelly was always      surprised how good her fingers were at detecting different fibers      just by stroking them. In the nearly ten years she'd been coming      to Lambspun, Kelly had gone from someone who had never knitted      anything in her life to what she referred to as an Intermediate      Advanced knitter. The word \"Expert\" never felt comfortable to her      mind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"They're not for you,\" Mimi said with a grin as she walked over to      Kelly. \"They're for Baby Jack.\" She reached out and gave Kelly's      tummy a soft pat. \"How're you doing, Jack?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Oh, he was playing soccer earlier when I was trying to get some      work done. Since it's springtime, I figured it was soccer.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Were you racing around, Jack?\" Mimi said with a little laugh.      \"You can't wait to get out, can you?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Well, since Jack's six pounds, the doctor says he could come in a      couple of weeks or maybe he'll hang around longer. Who knows?\"      Kelly said as she walked toward the main knitting room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mimi followed after her. \"Well, you're still carrying Jack a      little high, so the baby hasn't dropped yet. You probably have a      couple or more weeks to go.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kelly smiled. \"That term always makes me laugh. Dropped. It sounds      so funny.\" She placed her fabric knitting bag on the long dark      wood library table that dominated the main knitting room of the      Lambspun shop. Kelly settled into one of the wooden chairs that      bordered the table and glanced around the room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Three sides of the room were lined with shelves. One entire wall      contained open bins where yarns of every description spilled out.      Since it was springtime, Mimi and the shop staff-the Lambspun      elves, as Kelly called them-had filled the shelves with bright      spring colors. Pink lemonade, lime green, lemon yellow, tangerine,      blueberry. Cotton yarns, merino wool, alpaca, even bamboo. The      yarn bins were stuffed to overflowing. Just like the central yarn      room located between the foyer and the main room. Every wall there      was stacked high with bulging shelves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And both in the foyer and in the central yarn room hung beautiful      handmade creations. Knitted, crocheted, and woven. Scarves, baby      sweaters, cloche hats and berets, and socks both multicolored and      patterned.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mimi laughed lightly. \"Yes, I always thought it was funny, too.      But it's very apt. Suddenly, one morning you notice something is      different. And when you look in the mirror, you see that your      tummy is definitely lower.\" She pulled out a chair next to Kelly.      \"I'd be glad to get you a cup of strong black tea. Extra strong      and black. Even strong tea still has less caffeine. You were able      to enjoy that, I remember.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Enjoy is an exaggeration,\" Kelly said, eyeing Mimi. \"I choked it      down.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Okaaaaaay,\" Mimi said. \"How about some milk?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kelly shook her head. \"Not now. It'll make me sleepy. I usually      have some in the evening.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"How about some almond milk or coconut milk instead?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Actually, those taste good, but they'll make me sleepy, too.      Everything seems to make me sleepy nowadays.\" Kelly reached inside      her fabric knitting bag and pulled out the fiber project she'd      just started. A small baby hat made of azure blue and smoke gray      yarns.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Well, let me go get some of that new Yorkshire tea I bought      yesterday. That's definitely stronger than most teas you find in      the grocery stores, so maybe that will taste better.\" Mimi pushed      back her chair.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"It doesn't have any strange ingredients, does it?\" Kelly asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"No, no. Simply strong black tea. I'll make a half cup. That way      you can give it a try,\" Mimi said as she walked away toward the      cafŽ that adjoined Lambspun knitting shop.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kelly had long ago learned to give in to any of Mimi's      suggestions. \"Mother Mimi,\" as Kelly and her friends called the      sixtyish shop owner, had become a second mother to Kelly and her      closest friends, Jennifer, Megan, and Lisa. Mimi's only child had      died in an awful accident many years ago. He was a freshman at the      local Colorado State University and had gone up into the      neighboring Poudre Canyon to a friend's house for a weekend party.      Unfortunately, several of the other college students were taking      drugs, and Mimi's son joined in. He had a very bad experience and      wandered away from the house into the surrounding mountainous      terrain. He fell to his death on a rocky ledge below.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Alone in the main knitting room, Kelly wasted no time in returning      to her knitting project. She picked up her stitches where she left      off with the baby hat. She wanted to have the hat finished before      the baby came, and according to everyone, that could be anytime      this month. A May baby, she thought, as her fingers went through      the familiar knitting movements. A spring baby. With luck, maybe      she could play a few softball games before their softball season      ended in the fall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That cheerful thought brought a smile as Kelly pictured herself      slender again and running the bases under a sunny sky. The shop's      entry doorbell tinkled while summer scenes filled her mind. Taking      the baby out to the games like Megan and Marty did with their      baby, Molly. Perfect.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Hello, Kelly. How're you doing?\" a familiar voice said behind      her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kelly turned to see retired Fort Connor police detective Burt      Parker walk into the room. \"Hey, Burt. I'm doing fine. What have      you been up to?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Burt pulled out the chair beside Kelly. \"Errands, as usual. Mimi      had a list as long as my arm today, I swear.\" Burt chuckled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kelly smiled at her longtime mentor. Once he and shop owner Mimi      had married a few years ago, Burt was at the shop every day. Kelly      really enjoyed that, since she'd lost her own father to lung      cancer many years earlier. \"Face it, Burt. You love staying busy      and doing those errands. Otherwise, I bet we'd see you here in the      shop looking for stuff to do.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You're right, Kelly. There're always things to do here.\" He      leaned closer to Kelly's belly. \"And how are you this afternoon,      Baby Jack?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Oh, he's been having a great time playing soccer. I swear he      scored several goals while I was trying to do my accounting      earlier.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Burt chuckled. \"Well, he's probably anxious to come on out and      meet us all.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Not until I finish his hat,\" Kelly teased, holding up the baby      hat. 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