Trash ‘n’ Treasures Mystery
October 2008
On Sale: October 1, 2008
Featuring: Brandy Borne; Vivian
232 pages
ISBN: 0758211953
EAN: 9780758211958
Hardcover
$22.00
Mystery
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Antiques Flee Market by Barbara Allan
Brandy Borne’s new life in the small Mississippi River town of Serenity is anything but serene. Moving back in with her bipolar Mum, Vivian – an antique herself who treats Brandy like a perpetual five-year old – is challenging enough, but stocking and running their antiques holiday booth at the shopping mall is positively daunting.
And as the big Christmas season gets into full swing, they find themselves in the midst of small-town mayhem when an old flame of Vivan’s turns up mysteriously deceased.
‘Tis the season – to be murdered?
Brandy and her diva Mum last saw the recently departed dealer, Walter Yeager, at a flea market where Vivian made her usual theatrical scene while saving Walter from under-pricing a valuable first edition of Tarzan and the Apes. The prospective first buyer was furious, and when Walter ends up dead the next day – ‘officially’ of a heart attack – and the book goes missing, Vivian senses a Yuletide homicide.
As the season’s first flakes of snow drift lazily down over Serenity, Brandy and her mother – with moral support from Sushi, the decidedly spoiled Shih Tzu – must unearth vintage clues that point to restless ghosts from the town’s past. If there’s any duo that can tell a fake from a real thing, it’s Brandy and her scene-stealing mother. But even though they know who’s been naughty and who’s been nice, they’ll have to be very careful not to disturb too many ghosts from Christmas past…
Excerpt
The snow had begun falling in the late afternoon—big, wet flakes that stuck to the rooftops of houses like dollops of marshmallow cream, and coated bare branches with hardened white chocolate, and covered the ground in fluffy cotton candy. (I’ve been off sugar for a while and it’s just killing me.)
I was sitting in the living room on a needlepoint Queen Anne armchair, gazing out the front picture window at the wintry wonderland, waiting for Mother to come downstairs. Sushi, my brown and white shih tzu, lounged on my lap, facing the window, too—but she couldn’t see anything because the diabetes had taken away her vision.
Soosh, however, seemed content, and any impartial observer who hadn’t caught sight of the doggie’s milky-white orbs would swear she was taking it Read More…
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