Wednesday 13 January 2016

Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway - On Thin Icing by Ellie Alexander

On Thin Icing
Ellie Alexander

Book Descroption:
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

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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.


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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  1. Thank you so much for hosting a tour stop!

  2. a book and goodies thanks

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  3. Congratulations on your new release, I enjoyed the excerpt! And thank you for the awesome giveaway! 😀

  4. This looks like a fun series! Thanks for the giveaway.

  5. This series sounds like a lot of fun. Thanks for the giveaway!

  6. On thin icing sounds like a fun read ♡ Thank you

  7. My favorite things pastry and mystery.