Books with title The Tangled Threads

Book 3 of Bells of Lowell. Timid yet alluring Daughtie Winfield finds herself in a precarious position when the new doctor casts his favor upon her. Though flattered by his attention, she is drawn to Liam Donohue, a local Irish artisan. As Daughtie and Liam work together to help runaway slaves, their friendship blossoms. But her work in the mills is threatened when a downturn in profits causes the Associates to decrease wages--resulting in plans for a strike. With the fate of the textile industry in an upheaval, will her hopes for love be thwarted as dissention infiltrates life in Lowell?

Three widely separated households - one in Scotland, one in the north of England and one in the south - have known the pain of losing a loved one; losses which, over the years, have shaped the characters of those left behind. But it takes the untimely and suspicious death of Martin Petrie, a stranger from the Scottish Borders mowed down in a hit and run, to untangle the threads that will draw them together in ways they could never have imagined, with results that are far-reaching and fatal.

Zoey does her best to do it all—but this time her fashion plate might be too full! Includes “Sew Zoey” blog posts and fashion illustrations.Zoey Webber would do—and sew—anything for her friends, so she jumps at the chance to make very special outfits for their very special events. Priti asks Zoey to make a modern sari to wear to her cousin’s Indian wedding, and Kate asks for a dress for her State Championships awards dinner. Zoey is sewing up a storm, while also launching an online store with another sewing blogger! Then a string of surprises and setbacks makes a mess of her plans, and Zoey gets really ruffled. When the sewing gets tough, can Zoey keep going?

I’d rather face a dozen lethal assassins any night than deal with something as tricky, convoluted, and fragile as my feelings. But here I am. Gin Blanco, the semi-retired assassin known as the Spider. Hovering outside sexy businessman Owen Grayson’s front door like a nervous teenage girl. One thing I like about Owen: he doesn’t shy away from my past—or my present. And right now I have a bull's-eye on my forehead. Cold-blooded Fire elemental Mab Monroe has hired one of the smartest assassins in the business to trap me. Elektra LaFleur is skilled and efficient, with deadly electrical elemental magic as potent as my own Ice and Stone powers. Which means there’s a fifty-fifty chance one of us won’t survive this battle. I intend to kill LaFleur—or die trying—because Mab wants the assassin to take out my baby sister, Detective Bria Coolidge, too. The only problem is, Bria has no idea I’m her long-lost sibling...or that I’m the murderer she’s been chasing through Ashland for weeks. And what Bria doesn’t know just might get us both dead....

Zoey does her best to do it all—but this time her fashion plate might be too full! Includes “Sew Zoey” blog posts and fashion illustrations.Zoey Webber would do—and sew—anything for her friends, so she jumps at the chance to make very special outfits for their very special events. Priti asks Zoey to make a modern sari to wear to her cousin’s Indian wedding, and Kate asks for a dress for her State Championships awards dinner. Zoey is sewing up a storm, while also launching an online store with another sewing blogger! Then a string of surprises and setbacks makes a mess of her plans, and Zoey gets really ruffled. When the sewing gets tough, can Zoey keep going?

When Hester was two years old a wheezy hand-organ would set her eyes to sparkling and her cheeks to dimpling, and when she was twenty the "Maiden's Prayer," played by a school-girl, would fill her soul with ecstasy. To Hester, all the world seemed full of melody. Even the clouds in the sky sailed slowly along in time to a stately march in her brain, or danced to the tune of a merry schottische that sounded for her ears alone. And when she saw the sunset from the hill behind her home, there was always music then—low and tender if the colors were soft and pale-tinted, grand and awful if the wind blew shreds and tatters of storm-clouds across a purpling sky. All this was within Hester; but without—