Tuesday 6 October 2015

✿ Release Blitz and Review ✿ One More Kiss (White Pines #2.5) ✿ Kim Amos ✿


Betty Lindholm doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. The banner advertising the new shipment of satin at her fabric store finally arrived and now the entire town of
White Pine is up in arms. How was she supposed to know there'd be a typo? Now the entire town thinks she's proclaiming "Satan is here!" Even the gorgeous pastor with his steel-grey eyes and sexy smile.


Pastor Randall Sondheim is always on the lookout for excuses to drop by Betty's shop and gaze into her lovely blue eyes. The latest is her crazy sign
could that be a sign of something more? Sweet Betty brings out the best in him but it's the worst in him, his dark secret tragedy, that worries Randall. Can this man of God conquer his own demons to win a match made in heaven?

ARC received for an honest review

This is a novella in the White Pines series, and a quick story that I really enjoyed.

 This story starts in the present, but we flashback and are taken on the journey of Betty and Randall's courtship.  Now, I have never read a story where the leading man was a Pastor, so this was a cute addition.

The people of White Pines are all a little quirky, a bit different, a lot of fun.  Betty has never really fit in and when trouble strikes, she asks Randall to help her out.

There is a connection, tension between Betty and Randall that you just want them to say "who cares" to what everyone else thinks and just go for it.  I live in a small town, so I could understand the everyone getting in everyone else's business, the small mindedness and pettiness.

I loved that we got more of the ladies from the other books, got a peek into where there lives are at now.  And there is also some setting up for the next book in the series, Casey's story.

This is a quick, sweet, read - just enough to tide me over until the next book.


Betty Sondheim studied the fresh-baked apple pie in her shopping cart and wondered what in the world was happening to her. The golden-colored filling looked rich enough to be called buried treasure, the way it was artfully folded under all that flaky crust. And the bottom of the tin was still deliciously warm: No doubt the pie had just been baked that morning by Arleen Raider, who had won White Pines most recent Fourth of July dessert contest. Even now, she caught a glimpse of Arleen behind the Lumberjack Grocerys bakery counter piping frosting onto cakes, her experienced bakers hands moving with graceful ease. 

This pie was going to be delicious. Arleens pies were always delicious. 

So why did Betty suddenly want to throw the whole tin across the room and never touch another bite ever again?   

 Audrey Callaghan rolled her cart next to Bettys. Get everything you needed? her friend asked. The pair were picking up a few extra items for that evenings Knots and Bolts recipe exchange. Betty would never bring a store-bought pie to a recipe exchange, but she would bring one home to her husband, Randall Sondheim. 

I just need to grab some cream of tartar, then Im done, she said. She eyed the pie warily as she spoke. Sometimes she and Randall had Arleens pies with their coffee in the morning, sitting in their sun-soaked kitchen and appreciating the fact that life was too short to always eat dessert last. 

She took a breath as her heart thudded, thinking of Randall and how lucky they were to have each other. Arleens pies were more than just dessertthey were a symbol of all that was good between them.  

Her stomach roiled and she nearly dropped the tin. 

So why did she feel like what was good between them suddenly made her sick? 

Audrey reached out and grabbed Bettys elbow. Are you okay? You look pale. 

Betty set the pie back down. ImIm fine. I just dont think I should be buying this right now. Were trying to watch our waistlines. 

She swallowed, hating the lie but not knowing what else to say. Because deep down was the sudden realization that maybe this wasnt about pie at all. Maybe this was about something much more exciting. And terrifying. 

She forced herself to smile at Audrey, whose lovely brown eyes were watching her carefully.  

You go on and check out, Betty said. Let me grab the last of what I need and Ill meet you up front. The two women were slated to return to Bettys when they were done at the store, to prep their food for that evening. Betty was supposed to show Audrey how to make homemade strudel dough, though her brain felt so scrambled at the moment that she wasnt sure how she could brown toast, never mind tackle anything more complicated. 

All right, Audrey said hesitantly. Ill be right up front. If youre not there in five minutes, Im coming to find you. 

Betty waved her off. Im fine. Go get one of those Hollywood magazines you like and read about the latest plastic surgery fiascos until I get there. 

Audrey smiled and headed for the front. Betty pushed her cart away from the bakery section, telling herself she was making a big deal out of nothing. Right? The fact that she didnt want the pie didnt mean anything else was going on. 

And yet there was a fluttering in her stomach that she couldnt lock down. She clutched the top of the cart more tightly and steered it through the store, trying to get to the spice and baking aisle as quickly as possible. But her steps slowed when her eyes landed on the aisle with toilet paper and toothpaste andsomething else. 

She turned her cart and stopped in front of a small row of white boxes.
Pregnancy tests. 

She gripped the cart until her knuckles were white. That couldnt be it, could it?

It would explain the pie, anyway. And why couldnt it be possible? She and Randall had started trying, after all. Its just that it had only beenwell, barely a few weeks. Shed figured that it would take months, maybe even years, since she was approaching her mid-thirties. But maybe her ovaries were as impatient as the rest of her tended to be.

She glanced around to see if Audrey was anywhere nearby. When the coast was clear, she grabbed one boxthen anotherand stuffed them into her cart under a bag of spinach. 

She steered toward the front of the store, wondering how she was ever going to check out without Audrey seeing the tests. Not that she didnt want to tell her friend. Its just that their other friend Willa was pregnant and due in another few weeks, and she wanted Willa to have the spotlight to herself for as long as possible. And who knew if Audrey was trying now too, what with her recent marriage to Kieran Callaghan and the dazed-in-love look she wore most days. 

Betty knew spilling news about babies and pregnancy could be complicated. Women had funny reactions to it all sometimes. 

She took a steadying breath. Bigger than all that, though, was the fact that she wanted to tell Randall everything first. She wanted to pull her husband close and feel his strong arms around her, and have it be just their secret. For a time anyway.

If she even was pregnant. 

It was a huge if. After all, everything she was feeling could be indigestion. Gas. Heartburn from all that spicy chili she made earlier in the week. 

Audrey waved as Betty approached the check-out. Audreys wedding ring glinted under the bright store lights. Her shopping bags were resting on the floor by her feet. And now, standing next to Audrey, was her sister Casey, whod just moved to town recently. Snow fell gently outside the windows facing the grocery store parking lot, blanketing the blacktop in white.

Look who I found! Audrey said, bumping her sister with her shoulder. Looks like were all here trying to get ready for tonights recipe exchange.

Hi Casey, Betty said, trying to sound like it was a regular Thursday afternoon and she didnt have two pregnancy tests shoved into the bottom of her cart. You settling into town okay?

So far so good, Casey said, looking like a carbon copy of Audreybut with more beige in her wardrobe. She shifted the bags in her hands. The job is great, and Im unpacking slowly but surely. Audrey here tells me youre teaching her to make strudel.

Thats just it, Betty said, turning to Audrey, Im, ah, not feeling so hot, and I think youd better just drop me off at home. Sorry about that, Audrey. We can do the strudel next week.

Audrey nodded sympathetically. Its absolutely fine. Lets get you into bed. You looked like you were going to pass out back there in the bakery.
Maybe you could pull the car around? Betty asked, eyeing her items again. She didnt want to put them on the conveyor belt in front of her friend. Id appreciate it.

Of course, Audrey said. Im all checked out. Its no problem.

Audrey gave her sister a quick hug. See you later, Casey.

Casey opened her mouth to answer, then closed it sharply. Her golden-brown eyes widened and she swallowed visibly. Betty and Audrey followed her gaze to a nearby end-cap of cereal where a tall, broad-shouldered man was checking out nutrition labels. He picked up a box and frowned at the small print, the cardboard seeming small and flimsy in his massive hands. 

Betty realized it was Abe Cameron, their local fire lieutenant.
As if he knew he was being watched, Abe turned around and spotted the cluster of ladies. He nodded and smiled at them, teeth flashing bright white. His gaze lingered for a few long moments. Was it Bettys imagination, or were his eyes locked onto Caseys?

Next to her, Casey stiffened. Nervous energy was radiating off her. There was a crackle in the air Betty couldnt hearbut she could sure feel it. After a long moment, Abe broke the stare and turned away. But Caseys eyes kept tracking on Abe, even as he pushed his cart away, down toward the frozen food section. And no wonder. His ass was gloriously tight and high as he walked along.

Some view, Betty said. I bet you could bounce a quarter off those cheeks.

Audrey chuckled. Casey looks like she could watch him leave all day.
Casey blushed so red, Betty swore she could feel heat radiating off the poor girls face. 

Next, the cashier said, jolting them all out of their fireman reverie. 

Ill get the car, Audrey said, grabbing her bags and fumbling for her keys. 

Ill join you, Casey said, tearing her eyes away from the retreating form of Abe. Im all set here, too.

Betty let out a small breath, watching them go. She unloaded her cart quickly, shoving the pregnancy tests on the belt between some clementines and oatmeal, her foot tapping out a steady rhythm on the floor. Now that the idea of being pregnant was in her head, all she wanted to do was to find out for sureone way or another. Gray areas never sat well with her. Finally, she paid the cashier, then bundled everything into her canvas shopping bag. 

Outside, Audrey pulled up to the front doors, and Betty dashed through the falling snow to meet her. She pulled the car door shut against the cold and kept her shopping bag clutched on her lap. Drive fast, she begged Audrey silently as her friend pulled away from the Lumberjack Grocery and toward home.