Masts straining, spinnakers billowing, the yachts and their four-man crews were fighting to capture every gust of wind, coaxing every bit of performance from their boats. Off in the distance, she could see dozens of sleek J-24s hurtling down the slot between Patriots Point and Fort Sumter. It won’t be long now, Theodosia decided, shading her eyes against the brilliance of the midafternoon sun. As if on cue, the brisk wind from Charleston Harbor lifted her hair, just as it did the graceful, undulating flags that flew from the masts of the yachts bobbing in the harbor. Theodosia Browning reached up and removed the tortoiseshell clip that held her auburn locks tightly in place. Robert Poor, for all his ideas, suggestions, and support. Heartfelt thanks to my editor, Kim Waltemyer agent extraordinaire, Grace Morgan publicity whiz, Julia Fleischaker and the rest of the wonderful people at Berkley. ![]() In this second Tea Shop Mystery, shop owner Theodosia Browning knows that something's brewing in the high society of Charleston: murder. Series: A Tea Shop Mystery Gunpowder Green Laura Childs
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