Idanha Hotel: Thunder Mountain

By Dean Wesley Smith

May: 1902. Megan Taber bakes in the fancy new Idanha Hotel in downtown Boise. Her rolls and pastries and pies bring in patrons from all around the area.

Widowed from her husband five years before, her entire life focuses on her baking. And she loves it. She considers baking her art.

Joe Vaughn, a scholar, eats breakfast every day at the Idanha Hotel dining room because of Megan Taber’s baking.

A story of two people, tossed together by events and great food.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WMG Publishing
• Release date: Apr 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524269654

Dean Wesley Smith

Considered one of the most prolific writers working in modern fiction, USA TODAY bestselling writer, Dean Wesley Smith published far over a hundred novels in forty years, and hundreds of short stories across many genres. He currently produces novels in four major series, including the time travel Thunder Mountain novels set in the old west, the galaxy-spanning Seeders Universe series, the urban fantasy Ghost of a Chance series, and the superhero series staring Poker Boy. During his career he also wrote a couple dozen Star Trek novels, the only two original Men in Black novels, Spider-Man and X-Men novels, plus novels set in gaming and television worlds.

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CHAPTER ONE

May 28th, 1902

Boise, Idaho

MEGAN TABER’S PASSION was baking. At five-ten and barely only one hundred and ten pounds, she didn’t look like a typical baker, but around Boise in 1902, she was known as the best there was.

And she loved what she did. She worked at the Idanha Hotel, the fancy new place that had only been open for just under two years. It boasted the best restaurant in the entire state and she was proud to be a part of that. And from what she understood from reviews she saw in major papers, her pastries and cakes and pies had made the hotel restaurant one of the best places to eat in the entire west.

She often worked from sunset to sunrise to have enough breads and cakes and desserts ready for a day in the hotel, but she didn’t mind at all. Baking was her life.

She was widowed from Janson Taber two months after they had married and moved to Boise. He fell from a ladder and hit his head and never woke up. That had been seven years earlier, when she was only eighteen. She now seldom thought of him.

She had made her own way, without a husband, and she was proud of that fact.

She had spent the last seven years learning how to bake, how to be the