Life gets stressful when someone takes a notion to murder. Lester Dawson is a wealthy man. Unfortunately, he believes his wealth gives him certain rights—especially when it comes to his family. He meddles, coerces, and bullies. This means his children and his long-suffering wife aren't the fondest of him sometimes. But for Lester, being popular isn't as important as being influential . . . and controlling.When his 80th birthday rolls around, the family grudgingly plans a celebration. However, the festivities are cut short when Lester is found in his library—quite dead.Beatrice becomes pulled in since one of Lester's children is a quilting friend of hers. Can Beatrice figure out who killed Lester before someone else takes a notion to murder?

When it comes to solving cold cases, nothing is ever cut and dried…Quilter Beatrice Coleman is enjoying the sleepy peace of a tranquil afternoon…until it’s interrupted by her friend, Miss Sissy. The elderly lady is making wild claims about narrowly escaping an intruder. And intruders are unusual in tiny Dappled Hills.Miss Sissy isn’t the most reliable of witnesses, and her claims are swiftly discounted—until her mysterious intruder is found dead.Beatrice won’t cut corners as she unravels the threads of both a murder and a puzzling disappearance from decades ago.

When a quilter unexpectedly perishes, it seems everyone has a quilt complex.In the picturesque village of Dappled Hills, the peacefulness is shattered when a local quilter is found murdered. Mona, known for her sharp tongue and penchant for stirring up drama, had made plenty of enemies in the tight-knit town. But who'd finally had enough of her shenanigans?As amateur sleuth Beatrice delves deeper into the case, she uncovers a web of secrets, lies and motives. But just as she is closing in on the killer, another member of the quilting community is targeted. Can Beatrice solve the murder before the killer strikes again?

This crosspatch is at cross purposes with everyone.Summer, despite her cheery name, was hardly a ray of sunshine in the small town of Dappled Hills. She had a crabby personality and was constantly looking for ways to insert herself and her opinions into other people's business. In fact, when most people saw Summer approaching, they fancifully imagined storm clouds heading in their direction.Perhaps it wasn't much of a surprise then when Summer was discovered, dead.When one of Beatrice's friends is suspected in Summer's murder, the retired art curator and amateur sleuth starts nosing around to clear his name. Can she find out who killed Summer before the murderer strikes again? 

Some new residents don't deserve welcome baskets.Small towns can be notoriously cliquey.  Dappled Hills, however, wasn't usually such a town.  The residents ordinarily welcomed newcomers with open arms.  But when Annabelle Tremont moved to town, the usual cheery greetings became angry whispers. Annabelle could be difficult and it wasn't a big surprise to anyone when she turned up dead.Beatrice was surprised when Annabelle moved from Atlanta to Dappled Hills ... but she wasn't surprised when she made enemies.  That's because Beatrice knew Annabelle from her days as a museum curator. Now Beatrice must find the killer ... and clear her own name.

Sometimes family matters can make you fit to be tied.Although the small town of Dappled Hills is better known for its quilt shop, bakery, and other small shops, it is also home to some larger ones. When a prominent local businessman decides to sell his family business, his family isn't as thrilled as he'd first expected. Some of them would rather keep the status quo instead of allowing the business to be sold off to an outsider.But when Wyatt discovers the businessman murdered before the sale goes through, Beatrice must unravel the clues, making sure there are no loose threads, before anyone else is stitched up.

Sometimes it doesn't pay to go to work.Dappled Hills is the kind of small town where it's hard to imagine anything bad happening . . . especially in the fall when the mountain trees are changing. It's a magical time in the area and Beatrice and Wyatt have been enjoying every minute of it, especially taking their new grandbaby on stroller rides in the crisp autumn air.So it was quite a jolt when tragedy did strike and Beatrice's daughter discovered her coworker at the school, murdered.At first, no one had a clue who could possibly have murdered Petunia Murray. But, as Beatrice dug a little more, she discovered Petunia carried a few secrets. Now Beatrice must piece together the clues before anyone else is sewn up for good.

The best-laid plans can fall to pieces.What could be more fun than a quilt retreat with friends? The Village Quilters and the Cut-Ups guilds decided to head out of Dappled Hills for a relaxing retreat at a lakeside conference center. They happily headed on their quilt trip, delighted at the prospect of the advertised sewing room that stayed open all day and night. There was also a promised campfire the last night with s'mores.However, what wasn't on the agenda was murder. Nor a winter storm that isolated them from any help. When one quilter comes to a mysterious end, Beatrice works behind the scenes to find out who's responsible before someone else is permanently stitched up.

Little white lies can add up to big trouble.Felton Billows is known around the small town of Dappled Hills as something of a show-off. She's always dressed-up. She drives a luxurious car. And she has a quite spectacular diamond ring that she's fond of waving around.Felton, unfortunately, has other issues, too. She's not particularly kind to the people who work in her yard and run errands for her. Aside from that, Felton complacently alludes to the fact that she knows a few secrets.When Felton is discovered dead, it's still a shock—this is Dappled Hills, after all. But it may not be easy to unravel the mystery when quite a few suspects come to light. Can Beatrice uncover the murderer before he strikes again?

Do good fences make good neighbors?Miss Sissy is a talented member of the Village Quilters guild in tiny Dappled Hills, North Carolina. She's also somewhat difficult to deal with as her new neighbor, Linton, discovered. Linton doesn't understand why Miss Sissy's house is almost entirely covered by thorny weeds like something out of Sleeping Beauty. Miss Sissy, on the other hand, doesn't understand why that's any of Linton's business.When Linton ends up very dead, Miss Sissy seems to be the obvious suspect. But Beatrice and the other Village Quilters are determined to discover the real murderer and clear Miss Sissy's name—before the killer strikes again.