Welcome to my tour stop for On Thin Icing by Ellie Alexander! This is the third book in the Bakeshop Mystery series and is now available for sale. The blog tour runs January 4-15 with reviews, interviews, guest posts and excerpts. Check out the tour page for the full schedule.
Welcome to Torte-a small-town family bakeshop where the treats are killer good.
It's the dead of winter in the sleepy town of Ashland, which means no tourists-and fewer customers-for Jules Capshaw and her bakery. But when she's asked to cater an off-season retreat for the directors of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, business starts heating up...until Jules finds a dead body in the freezer.
"An intriguing new series."-Reader to Reader
Someone at the retreat has apparently iced the bartender, a well-known flirt with a legendary temper-that is, before a killer beat him to the punch. Then, from out of nowhere, Jules's own ex-husband shows up at the shop-and soon becomes a suspect. With accusations piling up higher than the snow-and thicker than a chocolate mousse cake-Jules has to think outside the (recipe) box to find the real culprit...and make sure he gets his just desserts.
"A delectable tale of murder and intrigue."-Portland Book Review on Meet Your Baker
Welcome to Torte-a small-town family bakeshop where the treats are killer good.
It's the dead of winter in the sleepy town of Ashland, which means no tourists-and fewer customers-for Jules Capshaw and her bakery. But when she's asked to cater an off-season retreat for the directors of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, business starts heating up...until Jules finds a dead body in the freezer.
"An intriguing new series."-Reader to Reader
Someone at the retreat has apparently iced the bartender, a well-known flirt with a legendary temper-that is, before a killer beat him to the punch. Then, from out of nowhere, Jules's own ex-husband shows up at the shop-and soon becomes a suspect. With accusations piling up higher than the snow-and thicker than a chocolate mousse cake-Jules has to think outside the (recipe) box to find the real culprit...and make sure he gets his just desserts.
"A delectable tale of murder and intrigue."-Portland Book Review on Meet Your Baker
The
sky was a lighter shade of purple as I stepped into the biting wind.
Snow swirled all around me. It was as if a wall of white had swept
across the lake and was heading straight toward the lodge. The sound
of the wind hissing through the sturdy evergreen trees felt ominous.
It looked like the weather was getting worse by the minute.
It
was hard to find the path to the marina. The lake was to my right. As
long as I kept the lake to that side of me, I knew I would eventually
run into the marina.
For
a moment I thought I saw a flash of movement on the lake. I stopped
and tried to get my bearings. Was someone out there? Or was it the
whipping snow?
I
crunched onward, trying to remember the last time I had been in a
storm like this. Probably when I was a kid. It was incredible to
watch the snow spit from the sky, but this wasn’t a trek I would
want to make again today. I’d have to be sure to grab as many
supplies as I could carry.
After
another hundred feet, the marina came into sight. Thank goodness, I
let out a sigh of relief. I shielded my face with my hands as I
turned into the wind toward the building.
It was hard to tell
where the sky ended. Everything was a sea of white. I knew that there
was a long dock attached to the marina, but it wasn’t visible in
the blinding white snow.
I
felt my way along a short fence and up the marina’s wooden ramp. It
was slick with ice. I had to grab the wall to steady myself. I
fumbled in my coat pocket for the key. Even through my insulated
gloves the tips of my fingers felt numb. The gloves were too bulky.
I’d have to take them off in order to use the key.
Pulling
off one glove, I stuck the key in the lock and jiggled it. The lock
didn’t turn. I tried it again. Nothing.
What
was going on?
I
removed the key and examined the lock. It looked as if something had
been forced into it.
Great.
Now what?
I
tried again. This time I gently twisted the key from side to side.
It
wouldn’t budge.
Time
for a new plan, Jules. I blew into my hand to try and warm it. That’s
when I noticed a shaft of light from underneath the door. I kicked
the door with my foot and to my surprise it swung open.
Maybe
I should have tried that first.
Snow
had blown under the door in drifts. The lights in the front of the
marina were on and I could hear the sound of the heater humming.
Puddles of melted snow pooled in front of wire shelves stocked with
fishing bait and tackles.
Uh
oh. Someone must have left the door open last night, I thought as I
stomped my boots and stepped inside. The effort was futile. Melting
snow dripped from the bottom of the marina’s racks filled with
chips, candy and energy drinks. The entire store looked as if it had
been blasted with snow.
What
a mess.
I
wasn’t sure where to find the freezer. A long wooden counter ran
the length of the back wall. A chalkboard displayed snow reports and
fishing conditions as well as prices for rentals. I paused and
studied the sign for a moment. The words “For Rent” and an arrow
pointed toward a rack of hunting rifles hanging on the wall. You can
rent a gun? No. I glanced at the rack, it was nearly full, with one
empty slot. Then I looked more closely at the sign and realized the
arrow was pointed at a row of fishing poles, not the guns. That made
more sense.
There
was no freezer in the front of the marina, so I headed toward the
attached pizza shop. It must be in there, I thought.
The
pizza shop was designed in the same knotty pine style as the rest of
the resort. It had a retro feel with old video game consoles and a
bookcase filled with a variety of board games, puzzles and books. A
genius distraction to keep hungry kids occupied while they waited for
their pizzas. A large whiteboard with the pizza menu read: Closed for
the season. See you again in the spring.
I
walked behind the counter into the pizza kitchen. The kitchen
definitely hadn’t been used in a few months. A layer of dust had
formed on the countertops and the space smelled musty. The freezer
was in the back. I opened to find it stocked with pre-made pizza
crusts, cheese, and other supplies. But not our sausages.
Where
else could they be?
I
surveyed the shop again. A sign directed customers outside for ice.
Could that be where Sterling had put them?
Pulling
my gloves back on, I took a deep breath and prepared to head into the
bitter wind again. Sure enough there was a large chest freezer on the
covered deck outside. Jackpot!
I
brushed snow from the top of the freezer and pushed the lid open.
A
shock assaulted my body as I lifted the lid. I threw my hand over my
mouth and stepped away from the freezer.
Our
supplies weren’t inside the frozen cavern, but something else was.
A body. A dead body.
Don't miss out on the first two books!
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About the Author:Ellie Alexander is a Pacific Northwest native who spends ample time testing pastry recipes in her home kitchen or at one of the many famed coffeehouses nearby. When she’s not coated in flour, you’ll find her outside exploring hiking trails and trying to burn off calories consumed in the name of research. Follow her on Facebook or Twitter to learn more.
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The Bakeshop Mystery series sounds great!
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Sounds like the perfect accompaniment to reading the series.
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ReplyDeleteThis whole set is perfect for a cold winter day!
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