Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
BARBARA BRETTON: THE SECRET LANGUAGE OF KNITTING
WHO’S WHO IN SUGAR MAPLE
JEREMY BREDESON: THE MAGIC OF FIBER
JEREMY BREDESON: NO MORE MOTHS!
KALI AMANDA BROWNE: ALL BY HAND, PUERTO RICAN STYLE
ARROZ CON GANDULES
ELIZABETH DELISI: PI OPENWORK DISHCLOTH
LISA SOUZA: BIRTHDAY
FRAN BAKER: FEATHER & FAN BABY AFGHAN
DUSTY MILLS: TANGIBLE HEREDITY
DAWN BROCCO: BABY’S FIRST CARDIGAN
MONICA JINES: TIPS WHEN KNITTING FOR BABIES
RACHAEL HERRON: FIVE THINGS ABOUT KNITTING FOR BABIES
JANET SPAETH: LULLABY
Titles by Barbara Bretton
“THE REGION OF THE HEART IS HER TERRITORY.”
—Susan Elizabeth Phillips
SPUN BY SORCERY
—Night Owl Reviews
“The story line is fast-paced yet character-driven by the courageous threesome who knit together what is going on in Salem (past and present) that has stolen away Sugar Maple. Readers will enjoy the return to Sugar Maple even with the town no longer listed in MapQuest.”
—Genre Go Round Reviews
LACED WITH MAGIC
“Laced with Magic has a well-rounded cast of characters, an enchanting story line, and the surprise ending will leave readers eager for another visit to Sugar Maple.”
—Darque Reviews
“There’s no such thing as an easy choice in this poignant, magical story of love and sacrifice. Bretton spins an incredible tale.”
—Booklist (starred review)
“A lighthearted satirical blending of a knitting cozy with a paranormal romance.”
—Midwest Book Review
“Bretton has created a paranormal series that is both engaging and timely; for those who like their fantasy with a down-home flair.”
—Library Journal
“Another light, frothy tale ... plenty of amusing touches of supernatural humor (via the townsfolk) and a nice progression of Chloe and Luke’s romance.”
—Bookloons.com
“I was expecting a light revisit to Sugar Maple. What I was not expecting is a story that is witty, enchanting, exciting, and at times totally heart-wrenching.”
—TalesofWhimsy.com (five stars)
CASTING SPELLS
“Bretton spins an imaginative and charming tale.”
—Booklist (starred review)
“Tongue-in-cheek humor lifts this weird but fun hybrid, part knitting cozy, part paranormal romance, from romance veteran Bretton.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Whimsical and satirical ... Barbara Bretton casts a spell on readers with a charming urban fantasy romantic police procedural.”
—Midwest Book Review
JUST DESSERTS
“A real treat.”
—A Romance Review
“Good pacing and dialogue make this warmhearted story one that readers are sure to relish.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“There are surprising, funny twists to this story and a lot of touching episodes to pique the emotional side ... Highly entertaining, cleverly written, and hard to put down.”
—Fresh Fiction
“A fun, romantic read. I enjoyed it and recommend it for all those who like a great story filled with humor and romance.”
—Midwest Book Review
JUST LIKE HEAVEN
“I laughed, I cried, I cheered ... Bravo, Barbara Bretton . . . another winner!”
—Contemporary Romance Writers
“Just Like Heaven . . . is exactly that.”
—Romance Reader at Heart
“This one will keep you reading past your bedtime.”
—BellaOnline
SOMEONE LIKE YOU
“Bretton, a master storyteller, superbly dramatizes a great range of emotions in this compelling tale.”
—Booklist (starred review)
“Readers who appreciate a powerful character study that digs deep into cause and effect will want to read Barbara Bretton’s fine convincing tale.”
—Midwest Book Review
CHANCES ARE
“Alternately poignant and humorous, this contemporary romance gracefully illuminates life’s highs and lows.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Ms. Bretton provides a fine return to the Jersey Shore with this warm family drama.”
—Midwest Book Review
GIRLS OF SUMMER
“Barbara Bretton is a master at touching readers’ hearts. Grab this one when it hits the shelves! A perfect ten!”
—Romance Reviews Today
“A moving romance ... Barbara Bretton provides a deep tale of f individuals struggling with caring connections of the heart.”
—Midwest Book Review
“A book readers will want to savor.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Bretton excels at women’s fiction that engages the emotions without manipulating them ... I highly recommend that discriminating readers pay a visit to these Girls of Summer.”
—The Romance Reader
SHORE LIGHTS
“An engrossing tale of hope, promise, heartache, and misplaced dreams.”
—Publishers Weekly
“[A] warm, wonderful book.”
—Booklist
“Powerful.”
—The Romance Reader
“A lovely book ... It’s an uplifting story, warm and cozy, and easily recommended.”
—All About Romance
“An absolute wonder of creative writing that comes right from Barbara Bretton’s heart. A perfect ten.”
—Romance Reviews Today
And acclaim for the other novels of Barbara Bretton . . .
“Bretton’s characters are always real and their conflicts believable.”
—Chicago Sun-Times
“One of today’s best women’s fiction authors.”
—The Romance Reader
“Honest, witty ... absolutely unforgettable.”
—Rendezvous
“A classic adult fairy tale.”
—Affaire de Cœur
“Dialogue flows easily and characters spring quickly to life.”
—Rocky Mountain News
Titles by Barbara Bretton
SPELLS AND STITCHES
SPUN BY SORCERY
LACED WITH MAGIC
CASTING SPELLS
JUST DESSERTS
JUST LIKE HEAVEN
SOMEONE LIKE YOU
CHANCES ARE
GIRLS OF SUMMER
SHORE LIGHTS
A SOFT PLACE TO FALL
AT LAST
THE DAY WE MET
ONCE AROUND
SLEEPING ALONE
MAYBE THIS TIMES
ONE AND ONLY
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THE CHRISTMAS CAT
(with Julie Beard, Jo Beverly, and Lynn Kurland)
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Bretton, Barbara.
Spells & stitches / Barbara Bretton.—1st Berkeley trade pbk. ed.
p. cm.—(A knitting mystery ; 4)
ISBN : 978-1-101-55275-9
1. Women merchants—Fiction. 2. Mother and child—Fiction. 3. Knitting shops—Fiction. 4. Magic—Fiction. 5. Vermont—Fiction. I. Title. II. Title: Spells and stitches.
PS3552.R435S67 2011
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2011026867
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For my husband, Roy.
For everything. Forever.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Special thanks (and much love) to Angela Cairns Bretton, R.N., for her help.
1
SUGAR MAPLE, VERMONT—STICKS & STRINGS
Do you know the recipe for crazy?
Take one picture-postcard New England town with a magickal secret, add busloads of crazed yarnaholics on a mission from Elizabeth Zimmermann, fold in a steady stream of walk-in knitting groupies seduced by the “30% Off” sign in the window of the most popular knit shop in the Northeast, then mix them all together with a hormonal sorceress-in-training, and trust me when I say that anything can happen.
I’m Chloe Hobbs, the very pregnant owner of Sticks & Strings, and, believe me, I was knee-deep in crazy and we were still five hours away from closing. I’d been up since the crack of dawn, rearranging stock, fixing displays of knitted garments, entering new prices into the computer, and riding herd on runaway magick. In the old days, before magick and pregnancy took over my life, I looked forward to our Black Friday sale the way a kid looked forward to Christmas. With nothing but Red Bull and Chips Ahoy, I juggled runaway yarn and crazed customers from all points on the compass, and still managed to keep Sugar Maple’s secrets safe from prying eyes.
Who knew that pregnancy and magick would be such a volatile combination? My half-human hormones were running amok while my sorceress-in-training magick followed right behind. I cried crystals during an episode of Mad Men. I hiccuped soap bubbles. I accidentally locked a platoon of pixies in the freezer and had to warm them up in a nest of orphaned toe-up socks. And there was the time I broke out in spells and sent two customers from Idaho on a wild ride up the Green Mountains clinging to a giant yarn swift. I won’t tell you how many favors I had to call in that night to undo the mess, but the ladies went home to Boise with nothing more than a slight headache and five pounds of six-ply cashmere.
The trick today was to stay calm and count on my inner Zen master to get me through the chaos of our Black Friday sale without sending any more customers on unscheduled sightseeing trips.
But after eight months of putting out magickal fires I was exhausted and the urge to curl up in the corner, any corner, and catch forty (or four hundred) winks was downright irresistible.
“Don’t even think about it,” my friend Lynette Pendragon said as she bustled past with an armload of swirly-soft angora in saturated Easter egg pastels. “You can nap later.”
I shot her a fierce look. “I thought you were a shapeshifter, not a mind reader.”
“Honey, you know your face gives you away every time. You were looking at that sofa the same way you looked at Luke when he first came to town.”
Luke was the man responsible for the baby girl due to join our family on January first. He was not only the love of my life, he was also our chief of police and only resident full-blood human, a fact that still kept some of our villagers looking over their collective shoulder.
Over three hundred years ago my ancestor Aerynn had led the exodus of magickal creatures from Salem to Sugar Maple to escape the all-too-human devastation caused by the infamous Witch Trials. Before she pierced the veil many years later, she cast a protective spell around her beloved town that would shield it from human mischief as long as one of her descendants walked the earth.
This time last year it had looked like that moment was about to arrive. Without a daughter to continue the Hobbs lineage, the buck stopped with me and so would our one-of-a-kind security system. Sugar Maple’s true nature would be revealed for the entire world to see and we all knew that would be the end of us.
Let me spell it out for you: I was a tall, skinny, single, half-human, half-magick cat lover who hadn’t been on a second date since high school. Grim didn’t begin to cover my prospects.
The residents of Sugar Maple cast a wide net that pulled in every unattached vampire and werewolf, selkie and troll in our dimension. Who would have thought there could be so many Mr. Wrongs in one little town? When my closest friends started hinting that Fae bad boy Dane might be the answer to my prayers, I was ready to join a convent. Forbes the Mountain Giant was a better choice.
Their best attempts at hooking me up with someone—anyone!—had only sent me deeper into Top Model reruns and embarrassing encounters with boxed wine and Cherry Garcia as the town spiraled closer to disaster.
And then Luke walked into my life and in an instant, everything changed.
I loved Luke and he loved me back. The magick I had waited my entire life to possess was growing stronger. The town I cherished was once again at peace and thriving. My baby girl shifted position inside me and I smiled. As far as I could see, our future was golden.
But that still didn’t mean I could take my eye off the ball. Magick was all well and good, but sometimes you needed a little hands-on human intervention.
“Not so fast, Lynnie.” I reached over and plucked a fluffy yellow feather from her shoulder. “Fourth t
ime this week.”
Lynette blew out a sigh. “Now you know why I never wear black.”
Although she refused to admit it, Lynette had a slight problem with transitioning. She was a brilliant shapeshifter but not so terrific when it came to reclaiming her natural form. If I had a dollar for every time Lynette had landed on my stovetop or in my sink during the final stages of transition, I’d be driving a new Rolls-Royce instead of a last-century Buick. Her husband, Cyrus, had been trying to convince her she needed glasses but she was having none of it. I was afraid nothing less than singeing off her tail feathers in a Samhain bonfire would convince the vain shapeshifter that it might be time to embrace middle age.
At least, I thought she was approaching middle age. In Sugar Maple, age was anybody’s guess. We had adapted to the world of humans but we still weren’t part of it. Our internal clocks followed a very different schedule. In human years, one of our preschoolers might be eligible for AARP.