{"product_id":"tiny-threads-isbn-9780593600498","title":"Tiny Threads","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eIn this sinister, slow-burn novel of supernatural suspense, a young woman gets her dream job working for a famous designer—and discovers the dark side of high-stakes fashion.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Lilliam Rivera cuts the fashion industry to shreds in this horror-filled take on late-stage capitalism.”—\u003ci\u003eCrimeReads, \u003c\/i\u003e\"Best Books of the Year\"\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFashion-obsessed Samara finally has the life she’s always dreamed of: A high-powered job with legendary designer Antonio Mota. A new home in sunny California, far away from those drab Jersey winters. And an intriguing love interest, Brandon, a wealthy investor in Mota’s fashion line.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut it’s not long before Samara’s dream life begins to turn into a living nightmare as Mota’s big fashion show approaches and the pressure on her turns crushing. Perhaps that’s why she begins hearing voices in her room at night—and seeing strange things that can’t be explained away by stress or anxiety or the number of drinks she’s been consuming.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd it may not be just Samara imagining things as her psyche unravels, because she soon discovers hints that her new city—and the House of Mota—may be built on a foundation of secrets and lies. Now Samara must uncover what hideous truths lurk in the shadows of this illusory world of glamour and beauty before those shadows claim her.“\u003ci\u003eTiny Threads\u003c\/i\u003e lives up to its genre. It is a horror novel, its supernatural and real elements interwoven so seamlessly that the reader begins to question reality. . . . \u003ci\u003eTiny Threads \u003c\/i\u003eis also a social critique. . . . Rivera’s talent is formidable enough to make the book’s big questions as engrossing as its horrors.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Lilliam Rivera cuts the fashion industry to shreds in this horror-filled take on late stage capitalism.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eCrimeReads\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“If you’re in the mood for a hallucinatory, terrifying tale that involves a character’s sanity unraveling, add this one to your TBR pile.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eReader’s Digest\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“A fashion writer tangles with sinister secrets in this harrowing haute couture thriller. . . . There’s enough masterful detailing and vividly imagined scares to keep readers on pins and needles. Horror fans shouldn’t miss it.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A shimmering supernatural thriller that interrogates the world of fashion through a sharp, critical eye . . . I couldn’t put it down.”\u003cb\u003e—Sarah Rose Etter, author of \u003ci\u003eRIPE\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Book of X\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eTiny Threads\u003c\/i\u003e is a chilling and compelling tale of a young woman trying to find herself even as she’s desperate to shed her past. Beneath the novel’s irresistible world of fashion and style—and beyond the sinister, supernatural plot twists—lies a story of erasure and grief that won’t soon let you go. Lilliam Rivera’s work will haunt you.”\u003cb\u003e—Edan Lepucki, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eCalifornia\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Ephemeral and haunting and layered in captivating prose, \u003ci\u003eTiny Threads\u003c\/i\u003e is a modern Gothic jewel. Lilliam Rivera spins the fabric of grief, social structures, and painful secrets wrapped in ancestry and history that whisper to us in the night and challenge us in the day.”\u003cb\u003e—Bram Stoker Award–winning author Cynthia Pelayo \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A searing novel . . . Rivera shows you a side of the fashion industry you’ve never seen before.”\u003cb\u003e—Erika T. Wurth, author of \u003ci\u003eWhite Horse\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eTiny Threads\u003c\/i\u003e is a hallucinatory, irresistible tale about the slow unraveling of generational trauma, the intersection of beauty and violence, and the monstrous power of reclamation. Vicious, terrifying, and glamorous, with a character so real I felt her pulse in my own throat . . . You won’t know whether you’re devouring this novel or it’s devouring you. Lilliam Rivera is a force.”\u003cb\u003e—Katie Gutierrez, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eMore Than You’ll Ever Know\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eLilliam Rivera\u003c\/b\u003e is a MacDowell Fellow and an award-winning author of eight works of fiction: four young adult novels, three middle grade books, and a graphic novel for DC Comics. Her books have been awarded a Pura Belpré honor and featured on NPR and in \u003ci\u003eThe New Yorker,\u003c\/i\u003e the \u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Times, The New York Times,\u003c\/i\u003e and multiple “best of” lists. Her novel \u003ci\u003eNever Look Back \u003c\/i\u003eis slated for a movie adaptation. A Bronx, New York, native, Lilliam Rivera currently lives in Los Angeles.\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eDecember 4\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eSamara’s first day\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The lobby is all dark furniture with hard edges and luminous glass walls, except for the piece of art located above the reception desk. Samara recalls reading how the legendary fashion designer Antonio Mota, her new boss, acquired this artwork by the late Cuban artist Ana Mendieta for an exorbitant amount of money. The piece, titled Color Photo of the Earth, depicts the artist covered in green grass and white flowers. In the article, Antonio said the image spoke to him. “Even in death, Ana’s message lives on.” The banal-enough statement became the pull quote for the article. Some say Mendieta was pushed out the window by her jealous lover, artist Carl Andre. It’s interesting how the striking photo became a print on a pencil skirt Antonio sent down the runway last season. If Ana were still alive, would she have approved?—a question the reporter failed to ask.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hi, I’m here to see—”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe receptionist stands.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Good morning, you must be Samara. Welcome! We’re so happy to have you be a part of our family. My name is Lake Montoya.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLake is tall and thin with long black hair framing her profile. She wears all black, from the designer’s fall collection: a long, clinging silk skirt and a form-fitting blazer with severe, pointy shoulders.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSamara spent the last couple of months committing to memory the various collections and the themes associated with each. Antonio started off in New York in the late seventies with violent, complicated designs that rarely translated into sales. Only a select few bold personalities were able to wear them. He eventually conquered Paris with his less intense creations, but as the years went by, his collections became more and more diluted. They became safe. Easy. After the line for Target came out, his edge was gone. He wants—no, needs—to return to his roots.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe receptionist gestures toward Samara’s luggage. A tattoo of an anatomical heart peeks out from her right wrist. “I can take that from you and store it, if you like. How was your flight?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe place is library-quiet. Only slight murmurings can be heard above the soft, ambient music. There’s a whiff of the woodsy and grounding smell of palo santo. The eponymous fragrance is new for the company as they expand into other verticals. Samara’s mind can’t stop working overtime naming each of the new products. She may have secured the job, but her testing period has begun.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It was fine,” Samara says. “No crying babies, thank God.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer voice changes to her “white girl voice.” When she’s with family and friends, her jaw relaxes and her speech drops to a lower octave. It’s deeper, guttural. Her white voice is higher, more controlled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Antonio should be arriving soon.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Great. Is there a restroom I can use?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSamara follows Lake, admiring her towering flatforms. Lake takes a quick left and presses her hand against a silk-screen wallpaper based off of one of Antonio’s textile patterns to reveal a hidden door. Samara enters the spacious bathroom with toiletries displayed hotel-style.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInside, she adjusts her sheer Helmut Lang top and tucks it into her Chanel sailor pants. Her style has always been very Italian mobster princess\/hip-hop queen, rocking Nike high-tops and her signature large nameplate hoop earrings. Vintage aviator sunglasses sit atop her straightened brown hair. Samara dresses high and low—mostly low . . . always low—but she’s learned to mask the cheap by sprinkling in designer brands here and there. It’s how she’s been rolling even while living rent-free with her nosy Cuban family in Jersey. Working as a journalist meant being knee-deep in delayed checks courtesy of unreliable freelance gigs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMoving away from journalism to work behind the scenes with a designer is what excited Samara most about her new position. She has such deep respect for anyone who can manipulate fabric to convey desire or violence. And it all began with a simple sketch and ended with the wearer of the fashion piece becoming a translator of the designer’s vision. As Executive Director, Global Brand Voice, Samara can help articulate that visual conversation, try to capture what the designer wants to convey to the masses, and with her input, help shape his message.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSome in the industry thought her too inexperienced for the title. But at twenty-five, Samara was the only fool still living at home instead of with friends crammed into a small apartment in the city no one could afford. So no matter what people said, this was her moment to carve her own space.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMoving to California in December meant she could give Jersey winters—and certain recent f***ed-up events that almost destroyed her—the middle finger.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stop Sleeping on Vernon” was the title of the New York Times Style feature Samara wrote six months ago, covering how designer brands were setting up shop in the once industrial city of Vernon, California. Located southeast from downtown, just ten minutes away, Vernon is the new L.A., and now it is her new home.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Where is she?” A commanding voice resonates across the office.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSamara steps out of the bathroom and places one hand in her pocket. Her headache from the tiny airport liquor bottles she consumed on her flight is mostly gone. She’s as alert as can be with a hangover. She walks back to the receptionist desk.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You’re finally here,” Antonio loudly says, breaking the silence with his deep voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAntonio’s turning sixty-five this year, although people say he’s secretly way older, especially since he’s always so coy about revealing his age in interviews. He’s lucky to be both beautiful and ageless in that Latino way, with surgeries also keeping his face baby smooth. There’s no judgment from Samara about that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey hug and do a kiss on each cheek. He holds a small stack of notes, phone messages, and a green juice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’m so happy to see you,” he says, then addresses the receptionist. “Conference room.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLake nods. “It’s all set up.” She presses a button and makes an announcement on the intercom for everyone to meet in fifteen minutes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAntonio leads Samara to his large expanse of an office. This is not where he sketches. He prefers to work alongside the junior assistant designers he hires in the open floor plan. This office is purely ego, to showcase more art pieces, but it’s not the art he’s acquired that draws the eye when entering. Instead, it’s the art he created: the dress form that showcases his first major design. The Ramona.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSamara walks up to the dress and admires it, finally seeing it in person after reading so much about it. The garment itself combines intricate lacework and leather in vampire red with a plunging neckline revealing an exposed breast. The skirt has a steel-wired hoop, creating a structured bustle with balloon sleeves. Motifs from nature, of flowers and dragonflies, travel up and down the dress. The lacework juxtaposed against the leather became Antonio’s signature style. The gown is named after Antionio’s great ancestor, the matriarch who forged a new life in California at the turn of the century after leaving Europe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Antonio, no one can ever come close to replicating your designs,” she says while caressing the leather flowers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“They always try,” he answers with a chuckle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSamara fell in love with how Antonio found ways to fold violence with beauty. At his first show in Paris, Antonio asked two model friends to end the show with one covered in bloodred paint and wearing a thin silk chemise and the other wearing The Ramona. When the model wearing The Ramona pretended to strike at the blood-drenched woman, as Antonio had instructed her to do backstage just minutes before she stepped on the runway, the crowd went wild. He named the show La Venganza. Critics loved the boldness of it, how he featured white models subservient to the indigenous-looking ones, for once flipping the script. Although he was raised in New York, ten years ago Antonio traced his roots to California. It’s why he landed in Vernon. His actual percentage may scream Mexican, but he never fails to bring up how connected he is to his Basque side—the Ramona side.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Are you settled in your new apartment?” Antonio asks, pouring a cup of tea for her. Samara joins him on the couch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Not yet. I will after I leave today.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You didn’t have to come here right away. You could have stopped first at your place. 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