Pumpkin Roll by Josi S. Kilpack with IPAD contest

Josi has done it again.  She's brought together an excellent culinary mystery.  This one with the fall flair is just right for a cozy fire and popcorn and a warm blanket.  But don't get to relaxed because there is no falling asleep reading this mystery.  It is a page turner you want to see what is going to happen next.  Kilpack tops it off with some yummy recipes sprinkled thought out the book.  This time I had to try a few.  I made the pumpkin roll and the ginger cookies.  They turned out just yummy. To see pictures of my pumpkin roll click here.  You can read the first two chapters of this book here and get Josi's pumpkin roll recipe and others by clicking here
  To be true to my three strikes rule I must say that Josi does use some curse words in this book (see my curse words post here for clarification.)   However, I totally enjoy Josi's books and look forward to reading more of them.  You'll be surprised at the outcome.  I was. 

Sadie Hoffmiller is looking forward to spending her favorite baking season of the year making delicious New England recipes in Boston, Massachusetts, with her favorite leading man, Pete Cunningham, as they babysit his three young grandsons. But when the boys insist that Mrs. Wapple, the woman who lives across the street, is a witch, Sadie and Pete are anxious to distract the boys from such Halloween-induced ideas. However, it gets harder and harder to explain the strange things that keep happening, particularly after Sadie learns the eccentric Mrs. Wapple has been attacked in her home. As the unexplained occurrences escalate, Sadie finds herself embroiled in yet another mystery with life-or-death consequences. Can Sadie discover whoever—or whatever—is behind the mystery before anyone else gets hurt? Or will this be Sadie’s last case?

Read the First two chapters here.

Chance pointed out the window, his mouth open. Sadie turned to follow his gaze and startled to see Mrs. Wapple facing them, now on the sidewalk that ran parallel to the street rather than the walkway leading to her house. The streetlight down the block illuminated the grey hat made of some type of coarse fabric on her head, and long dark hair that fell in frizzy waves past her shoulders. As they watched, Mrs. Wapple lifted her hand and with her pointer finger began drawing pictures in the air.
“Okay, boys,” Sadie said, standing and ushering them off the couch. “She’s just a silly old lady,” Sadie said. “And there’s cake in the kitchen, so let’s eat.” She chose to believe Mrs. Wapple hadn’t caught them spying, but was simply . . . being weird, like Kalan said.
“Cake!” Fig shouted as he bounded off the couch. Chance and Kalan followed, though Kalan kept looking back over his shoulder. Pete finished herding them into the kitchen and soon they were arguing about which piece of cake was the biggest. Once the boys were gone, Sadie hurried to the side of the window near the floor lamp where the pull cord for the heavy blue drapes was tacked behind the curtains, along the right side of the window. Before she pulled the blinds closed she turned the light off, hoping it would make her less visible. Then she looked at Mrs. Wapple one last time. The woman was still on the sidewalk. Still staring with her finger pointing toward the house. No, not the house—pointing at Sadie. Sadie swallowed and pulled a little further behind the heavy curtains. But she didn’t take her eyes off the strange woman outside. Mrs. Wapple lifted her hand higher, so that it was pointing at the sky and then closed her fingers into a fist. Still staring in Sadie’s direction, she punched her hand upward at the precise moment that the light bulb in the lamp next to Sadie exploded with a pop. A thousand tiny shards of paper-thin glass tinkled to the floor while Sadie jumped out of the way.
“What was that?” Pete asked, stepping into the doorway.
Sadie looked at him. “The light bulb exploded,” she said, not allowing herself to even consider the coincidence of it happening at the same time Mrs. Wapple punched an invisible button over her head. Didn’t light bulbs have to be turned on to shatter like that? She looked back at the sidewalk but Mrs. Wapple wasn’t there.
She wasn’t on the sidewalk; she wasn’t digging in the garden. She was gone. Sadie felt a strange tingling sensation wash over her skin, a kind of breeze without air movement as Kalan’s words came back to her, “Mama says she’s a witch.”
Good thing Sadie didn’t believe in that kind of thing.

Josi has combined her love of MOST things edible and her love of writing into the Sadie Hoffmiller Culinary Mystery series. Blackberry Crumble is the fifth book in what will be an eight book series. When Josi isn’t cooking or writing she’s trying to say ahead of her four children, hiding somewhere with a book in hand, or enjoying her backyard chickens. Josi and her family live in Willard, UT.

For more information about Josi, you can visit her website at www.josiskilpack.com or her blog at www.josikilpack.blogspot.com

In conjunction with the release of Pumpkin Roll the author, Josi S. Kilpack, and the publisher, Shadow Mountain, are sponsoring a contest for a new iPad. To enter, leave a comment in the comment section of this blog before November 1, 2011. Winners will be announced and notified November 3^rd 2011.
For additional ways to enter, go to www.josiskilpack.com

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A copy of this book was provided for  this review by Pump up your Book tours