Beneath the Steel Paperback
Beneath the Steel Paperback
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"I hated that I had to put this down this morning to get ready for work!"
"This is a page turner from beginning to end!"
"The best yet!"
Visionary and bakery owner, Rosemarie Hamill sees the man of her dreams at a New Year’s Eve party. Andrew Solberg lights up the room like sunshine on a summer day. But she's engaged to someone else. Almost.
Rosemarie quickly finds herself torn between her lean nonchalant cowboy, and dark hair, dark-eyed and most inquisitive chief deputy from the New Year’s Eve party. But Rosemarie is haunted by a shadowed past. She trusts no one with secrets, especially her son’s mental crisis.
When an opportunity arises to tour a cold war bunker, Rosemarie is excited to meet the people who purchased the relic. Exploring a piece of the past, she discovers the chief deputy from the New Year’s Eve among attendees at the weekend events.
And the bunker also hides a dark history...
Take a peek into Rosemarie's world...
In the hot kitchen of Celebrate You, my successful business, I turned up the volume on my mixed tape and cleaned up after last night’s baking.
The front doorbell jingled. I glanced at the clock. 6 a.m.
Victor was here. He said he would stop by for a coffee on his way to Home of Economy.
Starship’s “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” played as I wiped my hands on my apron. Caught up in eighties jams on the way to the front of the store, I sang, “…If this world runs out of lovers, we’ll still have each other…”
“Mannequin was a good movie.” Andrew Solberg stood in police uniform near the display case, studying the array of miniature cakes and cupcakes.
My face flushed. “I thought you were someone else.”
“You mean that warm welcome wasn’t for me?” He grinned. “I thought not.”
“I…did you…” I was ridiculously pleased to see him.
“The party was fun the other night. I didn’t expect to see you there,” he said.
“The Andersons have looked out for me since my dad died.”
His smile disappeared. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s okay.” Drawn in by his eyes, the weight of emptiness lifted from me, quickly replaced by guilt. “I need to get back to the kitchen.”
His smile returned. “Are you this friendly with all your customers, or just me?”
“I…” My cheeks flushed hot.
“Actually, my niece won an award for her piano playing at the college. I wanted to get her a cake to congratulate her.” He returned his attention to the miniatures behind the glass. “Florence couldn’t stop talking about the one you baked for their birthday.”
“I have a portfolio here and online,” I said, and cleared my throat. “If you order it today, I could have it ready by….” I searched the calendar in my mind. “I should double check my schedule.”
“What about that one?” He pointed to the miniature cake in country red wrapped in a gold ribbon. A particular favorite of mine.
“Those aren’t for sale. I mean, not really,” I said, leaving out the part where you could sample one in the bakery. It would be just him and me in the shop until Jim arrived.
“What are they, cardboard?” he asked.
“No, they’re real, but they can be made any color, any flavor.”
“My niece loves red.”
“You don’t even know what flavor it is.”
“It’s for my niece, not me.”
“It’s carrot cake.”
“Funny, carrot cake is her favorite.” His eyes twinkled, finding the black chalkboard with the list of five drinks for the day.
