A Bitter Aftertaste: A Snowbound Culinary Cozy Mystery (The Copper Whisk Mysteries Book 2)

The first storm of the season is rolling across the Rockies, and Copper Whisk Catering has been booked to feed a Denver boardroom for four days at Timberline Lodge. Gemma Logan has finally begun to breathe.

Her sister’s memory is warming in the kitchen. The lodge’s owner keeps finding reasons to hold her hand. The mayor has been quiet for almost six weeks. Then the snow arrives, the mountain road closes behind the last executive suite, and by the second night the company’s chief executive is dead over a bourbon flight he brought himself.
The corporate group is a nest of promotions denied, affairs half-buried, and one general counsel whose hands have started to shake. Every one of them has a motive. Every one of them is stranded with Gemma until the county plows dig them out. When Gemma pulls out her phone to reconstruct the timeline from a corporate hashtag and a leaked LinkedIn post, she also pulls open a second question she has been carrying for six weeks. A name on her sister’s client list has just walked into the lodge library and sat down alone. The widow on the Ridgeline board is not who Gemma expected. She may be the one person alive who knows what Danica Logan died trying to prove.

Gemma and Donovan Gill have promised each other a careful pace. The storm is not careful. Neither is the mayor who drives up the ridge road the moment the plows clear it and asks after Donovan by name. In a season of shortening days and long fireside evenings, Gemma will learn that some silences are worth more than confessions, that the invisible help still sees everything, and that the only way to keep the people she loves is to refuse, one more time, to look away.