The Green Door E-Book

"...an emotional rollercoaster. Some characters I loved and others I hated."

 "I dove in up to my eyeballs and before you know it, I was at the last page"

Summer 1985, ten-year-old Rosemarie Mattson is afraid to find out what goes on behind the green door.

Rosemarie Mattson isn’t worried when her parents offer next-door neighbors a place to stay. Then the Sims move with them at the family country home, and their presence appears to be permanent. And when family edges are blurred, Rosemarie is suddenly afraid to ask what happens behind the guarded green door.

Years later, Rosemarie leaves home and becomes the owner of her own bakery. Then meets Rich, a charming and handsome man. Easy company turns to deep conversation, and Rosemarie believes she’s met the man of her dreams.
But that changes when she arrives at her bakery and discovers Rich has painted the front door green. 

And Rosemarie discovers sometimes not knowing is better.

I sat next to Victor. He leaned forward, talking to George in the front passenger seat. To my immense disappointment, he didn’t give me a second look. Proof my Christmas dress changed nothing.

I imagined it playing out differently.

Tonight I was his Christmas wish. His usual façade for my brothers’ sake would be replaced with admiration. The cowboy boots I wore weren’t warm or practical. He would know any girl wearing boots with a dress equaled him. He would notice I curled my hair and put on make-up. A little lipstick to match the dress. His lips would brush my cheek, and…

“Rosemarie.” Steve’s voice broke into my thoughts.

“What?” I said, rather irritated.

He waved a hand in front of my face. “Wake up or you’ll get left again.”

A blast of cold air brought me back to reality. The van was empty. Victor stood alongside the sliding door, exhaling frosty puffs. “You go on, Steve. I’ll wait for her.”

Steve clamped his hand on Victor’s shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

I slid across the bench seat and got out. Victor shut the van door behind me. Toe to toe, I’d never been this close to him. I wasn’t going to move until he told me to.

“Rosemarie.” He was only three inches taller than me.

“Yeah.” I stood my ground.

His gaze dropped. “Nice boots.”

“Thank you,” I said, breathless.

His eyes lifted and caught mine for an eternity.

At last, I motioned toward the church. “Shall we go?”

“When you’ve kissed me.”

My heart thundered until I was certain he could hear it. Did he say…? And then I was being kissed. A hundred times I’ve imagined him kissing my cheek or even my forehead. His lips, cold at first, awkwardly trembled and bumped against mine. Mine were no better. He stepped in. I kissed him back.

All too soon he lifted his head. He appeared a bit dazed, silly even.

“I love you,” I said, the words tumbling out. Not at all adequate to explain the rush of emotion and the way I felt about him.

His eyes took on a shine and he grabbed my hand. “Come on.”

Huey Lewis was right. The power of love was curious indeed. Probably cruel too.

But I hoped it might just save my life.

Uncover the dark secrets that lie within the pages.