The Vampire Knitting Club by Nancy Warren - GIVEAWAY!!

on Tour October 15 - November 16, 2018

At a crossroads between a cringe-worthy past (Todd the Toad) and an uncertain future (she's not exactly homeless, but it's close), Lucy Swift travels to Oxford to visit her grandmother. With Gran's undying love to count on and Cardinal Woolsey's, Gran's knitting shop, to keep her busy, Lucy can catch her breath and figure out what she's going to do.

Except it turns out that Gran is the undying. Or at least, the undead. But there's a death certificate. And a will, leaving the knitting shop to Lucy. And a lot of people going in and out who never use the door—including Gran, who is just as loving as ever, and prone to knitting sweaters at warp speed, late at night. What exactly is going on?

When Lucy discovers that Gran did not die peacefully in her sleep, but was murdered, she has to bring the killer to justice without tipping off the law that there's no body in the grave. Between a hot 800-year-old vampire and a dishy detective inspector, both of whom always seem to be there for her, Lucy finds her life getting more complicated than a triple cable cardigan. The only one who seems to know what's going on is her cat ... or is it ... her familiar?

First in a new series of paranormal cozy mysteries!

Book Details:

Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery
Published by: Ambleside Publishing
Publication Date: September 2018
Number of Pages: 250
ISBN:13 9781981498970
ASIN: B07HDBQ7BB Series: The Vampire
Knitting Club #1
Purchase Links: Amazon  Goodreads

Read an excerpt:

Cardinal Woolsey’s knitting shop has appeared on postcards celebrating the quaint views of Oxford, of which there are many. But when a visitor has tired of writing ‘wish you were here’ on the back of pictures of the various colleges, the dreaming spires, and the dome of the Radcliffe Camera, a cozy little shop painted blue, brimming with baskets of wool and hand-knit goods, can be so much more inviting.
My grandmother Agnes Bartlett owned the knitting shop and I was on my way to visit after spending a very hot month at a dig site in Egypt visiting my archeologist parents.
Gran was always ready to wrap her warm arms around me and tell me everything was going to be all right. I needed comforting after discovering my boyfriend of two years Todd had stuck his salami in someone else’s sandwich. I referred to him now as my ex-boyfriend The Toad. I was thinking about Gran’s wisdom, her hugs and her home made gingersnaps, when I started to feel as though cold, wet fingers were walking down the back of my neck.
My wheeled suitcase clanked and rattled behind me along the cobblestones of Harrington Street as I looked around, wondering what had caused the heebie-jeebies.
The October day was chilly and crisp and, in the mid-afternoon, the street was busy with shoppers, tourists and students. Church bells chimed three o’clock. When I glanced ahead, I saw my beloved Gran. She wore a black skirt, sensible shoes and one of her hand-knit cardigans, this one in orange and blue. She was walking with a glamorous woman in her sixties whom I didn’t recognize. I thought Gran looked confused and my hackles immediately rose. The glamor puss was holding an umbrella over Gran’s head, even though the day was dry and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
I waved and called, “Gran!” moving faster so my suitcase began to bounce.
I was sure they saw me, but as I sped toward them, they veered down a side street. What on earth? I lifted my case and began to run; though my case was so heavy it was more of a grunting stagger.
“Gran!” I yelled again. I stopped at the bottom of the road where I’d last seen them. There was no one there. A dry, shriveled leaf tumbled toward me and from a window ledge a small, black cat regarded me with what looked like pity. Otherwise, the street was empty.
“Agnes Bartlett!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
I stood, panting. The side street was lined with a mixture of half-timbered cottages and Victorian row houses, all clearly residential. Gran hadn’t popped into a shop and would soon emerge. She was visiting in one of those homes, presumably. I wondered if it belonged to her friend.
Well, there was no point standing there. I’d go to Cardinal Woolsey’s and wait for Gran there. Her assistant, Rosemary, would be running the shop and I could let myself into the upstairs flat and unpack while I waited for my grandmother to return.
I retraced my steps, but when I reached the entrance to the quaint shop and tried the door, it didn’t open. I tried again, pushing harder, before my other senses kicked in and I realized that no lights were on inside.
A printed sign hung on the windowed front door. It said, “Cardinal Woolsey’s is closed until further notice.” At the bottom was a phone number.
Closed until further notice?
Gran never closed the shop outside her regular closing days. And if she had, where was her assistant?
I stood on the sidewalk that feeling came again, like cold fingers on the nape of my neck.
Excerpt from The Vampire Knitting Club by Nancy Warren. Copyright © 2018 by Nancy Warren. Reproduced with permission from Nancy Warren. All rights reserved.
Author Bio:
Nancy Warren
Nancy Warren is the USA Today bestselling author of more than 60 novels including the Toni Diamond cozy mystery series.
She shares her time between Victoria, British Columbia, and Bath in the UK.

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Loved, loved, loved!!! What a fun book! This is exactly the kind of vampire/witch book I love to read. Fun, not dark. Even with the mystery going on the author still kept it fun to read. A few twists kept me guessing. I did have a few suspicions, but I was wrong!

I loved the characters, they were perfect. I loved Lucy, what a sweetie. But, I really loved Rafe! Yum, what a hunky vampire hero type he was! I would  love to know who the author would cast as him in a movie. Also loved Ian, the cop, also cute! That being said there was no real romance in here. A little flirting, a little blushing, and some he-man protecting going on, but that was it. I'm hoping maybe the next book??? Which of course I will be reading!

OK let me talk about the setting for a minute - WHAT??? Did you say knitting???? You are speaking my language! Well... I just happen to be an advanced knitter myself. I love, love any book set in a knitting shop!
"Trust me to find myself in the only shop in the world that ran a vampire knitting club."
This book somewhat reminded me of the Sugar Maple series by Barbara Bretton (a quirky witch story, also set in a knitting shop), which just happens to be my favorite series! This had the same feel to it. So if you are a fan of the fun, light, quirky vampire/witch books - you will love this!

This is the first one I have rad by this author but can't wait to read more. I especially can't wait to read the next in this series - Stitches and Witches. It even sounds fun! And how about that cover? CUTE!!

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  1. I have seen quite a few of 5 star reviews on this book so plan on starting the series soon.

  2. Thank you so much! What a lovely review. I haven't read the Barbara Bretton series, so will have to check it out. Ah, casting, of course, I do cast my books as though they were movies. Rafe is a younger Colin Firth ie: the Darcy Firth. He's snooty and a bit full of himself but a real hero underneath. Ian I based on the actor Shaun Evans who plays Endeavour, the series set in the 60s in Oxford about the young Morse. Sylvia is Helen Mirren. You made my day. Thanks so much! Nancy