Julienne is snow bound in the middle of the Rocky Mountains with a killer striking at will. Julienne LaMere gets to attend a Resort Management conference at a prestigious ski resort in the Colorado Mountains. What should be an enjoyable getaway attending workshops by day and shopping and enjoying the resort by night comes to a screeching halt when a loud-mouthed guest is murdered plus the roads and town shut down for an epic blizzard.
In addition to attending the conference, dodging a smitten teen boy, and seeking clues among the gossiping – and increasingly tense – guests, her best friend’s heart has warmed to an unlikely man and may get broken. As if her mind isn’t already fully occupied, Julienne and her new boyfriend Mason are skiing down troubled slopes in their
relationship. Will Julienne put the scant clues together and unveil the culprit before a murderer gets away?
Alpine Sun Resort had touches of the classic white exterior with alpine timber framing and balconies fitted with window boxes for flowers in spring and summer.
Aspens and evergreens surrounded the sides and back where a stream
meandered past. The research I’d compiled hadn’t done it justice. I felt like I’d been transported to a luxury version of a Brothers Grimm fairytale.
To the right of the entrance driveway stood a large snowman around six feet tall sporting a top hat, with a tree branch speared through its head, and a bright blood red scarf around its neck greeted me. It seemed gruesome to me and
a feeling of dread washed over me. “A slice of Germany. Feels quaint and cozy, don’t you think? Hope they have a German hunk available.” Porsche smiled.
“If there’s one on this entire mountain, I’m sure you’ll find him.” Porsche
attracted men with her sense of assurance and she changed boyfriends as often
as her nail polish.
“With any luck.” She winked. “You know me, I’ll find a diversion. Don’t worry about me entertaining myself.”
A uniformed valet was opening my car door before I could register his presence. At
the entrance, I turned and drank in the view with a deep breath tinged with the
scent of pine. The snow-draped ski slopes to the one side and the quaint town on the other were idyllic. The ominous sky, roiling gunmetal and smoky gray clouds choking out the sun, was the only blemish in the lovely tableau stretched before me. This storm
system was setting up to give us a good dump of powder and the skiers would be
thrilled. I wasn’t too concerned. The roads were usually the main issue. Colorado is fortunate to only occasionally experience road closures.
Avery Daniels was born and raised in Colorado, graduated from college with a degree in business administration and has worked in fortune 500 companies and Department of Defense her entire life. Her most eventful job was apartment management for 352 units. She still resides in Colorado with two brother black cats as her spirited companions. She
volunteers for a cat shelter, enjoys scrapbooking and card making, photography,
and painting in watercolor and acrylic. She inherited a love for reading from
her mother and grandmother and grew up talking about books at the dinner table.
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