Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Never An Amish Bride


Hi guys! I’d love to share a short excerpt from my brand-new novel, Never an Amish Bride. By the title, you can probably surmise that it’s a book about Amish people in an Amish community. 😉 In sweet Amish romances, the slow burn of my usual sweet romances is even slower. But, yes indeedy, it is still there!

At this point in the story, early on, I really wanted readers to start falling in love with the hero, Lucas. To make this happen, I normally would give the guy a puppy or kitten to play with. (I easily swoon over a dreamy dog scene!) But Esther, the heroine of the story, doesn’t have a pet. She does, however, how a cute little white mule called Peanut—named after my own cute little white pupper! 😊

In this scene, Lucas and Esther just had a spontaneous dinner together at his house. As Esther is thinking about leaving, they both notice a storm has come in. She knows her mule is afraid of loud noises, so she sends Lucas out to calm her down…


“The fire needs stoking,” Esther said as she moved toward the sink. “You add some wood while I wash up. Check on Peanut, please, too, would you?”
“Peanut?” Lucas asked, standing.
“My jenny mule. I can hear the wind howling through the trees. She’s probably scared to death to be away from home. Just give her some long strokes down her back and feed her this—make sure she eats the whole thing, but no sugar cubes.” She handed him a carrot.
He couldn’t help chuckling. “Anything else?”
She tossed a dish towel across her shoulder. “Do you know ‘You Are My Sunshine’?”
“The song?”
She nodded. “She likes it best in Dutch, calms her right down.” And with that, she turned back to her work.
“Um, okay?” A bit bemused, Lucas headed out to the barn. She was right, he could tell her mule—Peanut—was skittish. First, he fed her the carrot.
“Good girl,” he said. “But don’t think I’m about to serenade you. You smell!” The mule looked at him, blinked her long lashes, and shook her head, white mane hitting him in the face.
“Fine,” he grumbled, then glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching. “You
are my sunshine…” he began in Dutch, his voice unsure, as he hadn’t sung a note in years. “My only sunshine.” He patted her rump. “You make me happy when skies are gray.” The mule whinnied and nodded. “You like that, little girl?” Surprisingly unabashed, Lucas finished the song, all the verses he could remember—the Pennsylvania Dutch returning to his mind without even thinking.

NEVER AN AMISH BRIDE

Welcome to charming Honey Brook, Pennsylvania, where bestselling author Ophelia London will bring you on a moving and unforgettable journey through faith, forgiveness, and ultimately love.

Everything changed for Esther Miller with the death of her beloved fiancé, Jacob. Even years later, she still struggles with her faith and purpose in the small, tight-knit Amish village of Honey Brook—especially now that her younger sister is getting married. All she wants is to trust in the Lord to help her find peace...but peace is the last thing she gets when Lucas, Jacob’s wayward older brother, returns to town.

Lucas Brenneman has been harboring a secret for years—the real reason he never returned from Rumspringa and the truth behind his brother Jacob’s death. Honey Brook still calls to him, but he knows his occupation as a physician’s assistant must take precedence. With sweet and beautiful Esther he finds a comfort he’s never known, and he feels like anything is possible...even forgiveness. But she was Jacob’s bride-to-be first. And if she knew the truth, would she ever truly open her heart to him?




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