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Grace Connor, a military nurse formerly stationed in Afghanistan, hopes that moving to a farm in rural Ohio will help her recover from the ravages of war.
Levi Troyer finds his pacifist beliefs challenged when he discovers his stepfather has been killed and his mother wounded by an unknown intruder. Levi and Grace are thrown together when she comes to his family’s rescue and saves his mother’s life. A deep attraction develops—even though a ...
Grace Connor, a military nurse formerly stationed in Afghanistan, hopes that moving to a farm in rural Ohio will help her recover from the ravages of war.
Levi Troyer finds his pacifist beliefs challenged when he discovers his stepfather has been killed and his mother wounded by an unknown intruder. Levi and Grace are thrown together when she comes to his family’s rescue and saves his mother’s life. A deep attraction develops—even though a relationship between them is strictly forbidden.
Levi belongs to the most conservative and isolated of all Amish sects—the Swartzentruber Amish. Even before meeting Grace, Levi had begun to question some of their teachings. He has considered leaving, but knows he will be banned forever from contact with his younger siblings and widowed mother—who need him to survive. He is torn between his love for Grace and his responsibility to his family.
Grace considers leaving her beloved farm and reenlisting rather than continuing to live near the man she loves but cannot have. Levi must confront the Bann if he pursues Grace. And a murderer must be caught. When lifelong allegiances are tested, can love and justice prevail?
“Set in the heart of Amish country, An Uncommon Grace is the perfect mix of page-turning suspense and poignant love story. I was so captivated by the characters that I stayed up way too late reading their story. I couldn’t put this novel down!”
“Miller takes you from war-torn Afghanistan to the Shetlers' farm in Amish country Ohio in An Uncommon Grace. This story will make your heart pound in fear for a community terrorized by a killer and cause your heart to beat with hope for two lives in turmoil. I guarantee you will love these characters along with a story that will keep you turning pages and rooting for love despite the strict laws of the Swartzentruber Amish.”
“Serena Miller’s latest offering, An Uncommon Grace, is a captivating story populated with fascinating characters, an unpredictable plot, and a memorable setting. Miller’s attention to cultural detail sets this book apart. With gentleness and respect she invites readers into a unique and rarely viewed world. I became so involved in the characters and emotionally invested in their story, I was truly reluctant to reach the last pages of the book. Definitely a recommended read.”
“Serena Miller breathes such life into her characters they almost leap off the page into your imagination. From the first paragraph of An Uncommon Grace to the final page, you are caught up in the story of Levi and Grace. Miller paints their very different worlds in wonderful, eye-opening detail. A great read.”
The moment Levi Troyer caught sight of his family’s farm he knew something was wrong. The yard, which had been filled with activity less than two hours ago, was now empty, and it looked as though it had been abandoned in a hurry.
Even though it was not his mother’s routine to wash clothes on a Thursday, she had wanted to take advantage of the sunny spring weather. When he left this morning, she had been pouring gasoline into the small engine that powered their wringer washing machine. He was concerned to see that the long wire line was empty, even though it should be heavy with wet laundry by now.
During his entire twenty-five years, he had never known his mother to leave her laundry unfinished. In fact, she prided herself upon having it on the line by eight o’clock in the morning at the very latest. Now it was almost nine.
He clucked his tongue and with his heels nudged his horse into a faster trot, but as he drew closer, he saw that not only was the drying line empty, but dirty clothes still lay in piles on the back porch where Sarah, his four-year-old sister, had been helping their mother sort as he had trotted past them this morning on his way to deliver a special-made basket to a customer.
A bucket of water lay overturned upon the porch, the water within it spilled, staining the porous wood. No voices called to him from the house. No slamming screen doors broke the quiet of the lovely spring day.
He glanced up at the clear blue Ohio sky, checking for a threat of rain. Not a cloud in sight. Maam had not canceled her plans because of the weather.
“Guta Myah!” he yelled.
No voices greeted him.
“Good morning! Is anyone home?”
The only answer was the caw of a crow rising from a corner of the cornfield. There was not even the scritch-scratching of his stepfather’s handsaw coming from the workshop to cut the oppressive silence. Always before, whenever Levi came home from the nearby village of Mt. Hope, his two little brothers and sister would be watching for him. They would come running, excited over the small treats they knew he would have tucked away in his pockets.
Of course, there was always the possibility that his stepfather could have cut himself in the woodshop. His mother might have slipped and hurt herself carrying the heavy buckets of water from the well for her laundry. Or one of the children might have been hurt by the new vile-tempered rooster who had a zeal for flying at whoever came near the hens. If that were the case, he would make certain the rooster ended up in his mother’s stew pot before nightfall! There were so many potential accidents waiting to happen on a working farm. Sometimes he felt as if he spent most of his waking hours watching out for his family, trying to keep them safe.
He dismounted, flipped the reins of the horse over the side porch railing, and strode through the back door, hoping to find his mother in the kitchen busy cooking dinner—ready with an easy explanation to dispel this feeling of dread that had come over him.
The kitchen, too, was empty. The only sound greeting him was the tick-tock of the old regulator clock. There was no music of his mother’s singing or his stepfather calling out to her for some small thing. No teasing. No laughter. Absolute silence except for the clock and the creaking of his own work boots as he walked across the wooden floor.
He hurried into the front room, the feeling of sick dread thickening with every step. Everything looked exactly the same as when he left this morning—except for the pile of old clothes in the corner. For a moment, he thought it was nothing more than misplaced laundry. Then his brain processed the fact that it was his stepfather’s crumpled body.
He crossed the front room in three long strides and knelt at Daed’s side. There was no pulse in his wrist or his neck. Abraham Shetler’s life had drained out into a pool of blood, saturating the rag rug that Maam had painstakingly made one winter.
Levi’s own pulse hammered in his ears as he took the stairs two at a time to the bedrooms.
He found his mother lying on her right side in the hall, directly outside the doorway of her bedroom. One arm was outstretched and her eyes were closed. Her choring kerchief had come undone and her blond hair spilled out. Blood saturated the front of her dark green dress. She was curled up as much as her pregnancy allowed. Somehow she had managed to ball up her work apron and press it against her right side before losing consciousness.
He fell to his knees and placed his fingers against her neck. Unlike his stepfather, she still lived. He pulled the stained apron away and saw a bullet wound in her right side, almost grazing her rounded belly. To his eyes, the bullet wound seemed much too small to have caused so much blood.
She was only a few weeks away from giving birth. His mind recoiled from the possibilities of what the bullet might have done to the unborn babe. What kind of person shot a woman heavy with child?
“The children”—his mother opened her eyes at his touch—“are hiding in barn.” She began to cry softly. “Thank Gott you are here!”
His gentle mother was a noted healer in their tight-knit society—a woman who had absorbed as much knowledge as possible with the eighth-grade education their faith allowed. He had often helped her tend her medicinal herb garden while she patiently taught him the healing properties of each plant.
One thing he knew—no plant or herb could treat a bullet wound. He had to get her to the hospital as fast as possible. She needed an ambulance. Now.
Resentment flared within him over the fact that, unlike the Old Order Amish, his Swartzentruber Amish church did not allow them to keep a phone of any kind—not even a telephone shanty at the end of their driveway for emergencies.
He had no way to call for help.
His mind went into overdrive, evaluating his options. By the time he could harness and hitch the driving horse to the buggy, then carry his wounded mother out, load up the children, and drive the ten miles per hour the horses could sustain all the way to Pomerene Hospital—nine miles away in Millersburg—it would be too late. Suddenly her belly tightened, her body convulsed, and she cried out—much as she had cried out when his little brothers and sister had been born here in this house.
She could not be in labor. Not now. It was too early.
“Hold on, Maam.” He pressed her work apron tightly against the bullet wound and raced back down the stairs. He plunged through the door, leaped upon his startled horse, and galloped to the barn.
“Are you all right?” Levi called up to the hayloft as he paused at the giant doors of the barn.
“Jah,” he heard a small voice responding.
“Stay where you are. I am going for help.” He wheeled his horse around.
“But, Levi . . .” Albert’s frightened face appeared above him. “Can we come down now?”
“Do not step foot out of this hayloft until I return. Verschtehsht du?” He looked Albert straight in the eyes. “Do you understand?”
The little boy nodded.
Thanking God for the obedience his good mother had instilled in her little ones—they would stay put until he returned for them—he urged his horse into its fastest canter as he shot out onto the road, racing for his mother’s life, eating up the distance that separated him from their closest neighbor, and thanking God for their Englisch neighbor who had no prejudice against telephones.
He also thanked God for the brokers who brought their less-than-perfect racehorses from Kentucky up to Ohio to the Amish auctions. He had purchased Devil Dancer only a month before—in spite of Daed’s insistence that the name was a bad omen. Levi did not believe in omens. He believed in strong, well-muscled lines and the gentle willingness he saw in the lovely mare’s eyes. After one week, delighted with his purchase, he had changed her name to Angel Dancer.
He rarely let her run flat-out. She was too valuable an animal to risk a broken leg on the uneven ground of their fields. There was no telling when a hoof might accidentally bury itself in a gopher hole or trip over a rock. Now, on the graveled back road, with the reins slack enough to allow her all the headway she needed, it seemed as though she sensed the urgency of his mission and wanted to live up to her new name. She seemed to grow wings as she raced toward their neighbor’s home—running like the champion she had been bred to be. It felt as though her hooves barely touched the ground as they flew toward help for his mother.
“Good girl!” he whispered.
As his horse skittered to a stop in front of the neighbor’s house, he prayed that someone would be home. Anyone. If not, he would access their telephone by himself—even if it meant kicking in a door or breaking a window to do so. He could repair the window or door. He could not repair his mother. Even the Amish knew the magic of the numbers 911.
“Hello! Is anyone home?” He leaped off his horse and ran up the porch steps.
To his relief, a young woman flung open the door. She was dressed in white shorts and a red tank top and her dark blond hair was cut as short as a boy’s.
“What’s wrong?” She put a hand up to her eyes to block out the bright morning sun.
“I am Levi Troyer. We live over there.” He pointed to his home. “My mother has been shot. She needs help.”
He hoped that this woman was Grace—the Englisch granddaughter his mother had met while visiting Elizabeth Connor a few days earlier. When Maam heard that their neighbor had finally come home after her heart surgery, she had taken the lady some freshly dug sassafras root, all washed and ready to be made into medicinal tea.
When she returned from her visit, Maam told them that Elizabeth was being well cared for by her oldest granddaughter, a nurse just back from the strange land of Afghanistan. The two of them had a wonderful good time, she said, talking about the healing of sick people.
Levi’s stepfather, like most Swartzentruber men, was wary of unnecessary contact with the Englisch and had warned her not to spend too much time with this granddaughter of Elizabeth’s. Daed had reminded her that they were to keep themselves apart from the world.
The woman—this Grace Connor—did not hesitate now or pepper him with questions. She jerked a slim cell phone from her pocket and punched in numbers.
“Claire Shetler has been shot at her farm, two miles west of Mt. Hope. We need an ambulance here immediately!” Grace gave her name and the location of the Shetler house, then shoved her phone back into her pocket and without another word disappeared into the house.
Levi saw Elizabeth Connor making her way slowly onto the porch, steadying herself with a walker. She was wearing a cheerful pink sweatsuit, but she was pale and shaky, hardly recognizable as the hearty, active woman he had seen working in her garden with a rototiller less than a month ago. He had waved and called out a greeting. She had laughed and challenged him to a contest to see who could produce the first tomato of the season.
“What’s going on, Levi?” Elizabeth said. “Is Claire okay?”
“Someone shot her and she is going into labor.”
“Oh, my goodness!” Elizabeth’s hand flew to her mouth.
Grace emerged with a large black leather bag slung over one shoulder. In her hand she clutched keys. “Go inside, Grandma, and lock the door. Call Becky at school and tell her to come home until I get back.”
“I’ll be fine,” Elizabeth said. “You concentrate on helping that poor woman.” She made a shooing motion with her hand. “Go!”
The granddaughter jumped into a small red car. “Do you want to ride with me?” she asked.
“No. I will be right behind you.”
She spun gravel as she took off toward Levi’s home.
There had been few times in his life when Levi had been as grateful to another human being as he was at this moment. He had hoped only for the use of a telephone and a quick response from the ambulance people. Having a trained nurse already speeding toward his mother was a gift from God.
His strong horse was fast, but the car was faster. As he urged Angel Dancer on, his broad-brimmed straw hat blew off and landed somewhere in the field beside him. He barely noticed. A summer hat was nothing. It could be replaced with a few dollars and a quick visit to the home of the Swartzentruber woman down the road who wove them. The value of his mother’s life was incalculable.
Sometimes the Englisch could try his patience—like when loud rock music tumbled out of their open car windows and frightened his horse, or when they insisted on taking pictures of a people who hated being photographed. Not now, though. He was grateful that Elizabeth’s granddaughter with the too-short hair and the immodest clothing lived so close.
He rounded the curve and saw Grace’s car slide to a stop directly in front of the porch, crushing a portion of the mint garden his mother raised each year for tea. As she mounted the porch steps, he flung himself off Angel Dancer and ran into the house behind her.
Grace was already bent over his stepfather, checking for a pulse. She glanced up at him, her expression grim. “He’s gone.”
“Where’s your mom?”
“Up there.” He nodded toward the stairwell. Grace ran for the stairs and bolted them in front of him, taking them two at a time, as he had done earlier. He had never seen a woman do that before. Of course, she was not wearing long skirts. Even under the circumstances, he was a little embarrassed by her shorts and skimpy top.
All thoughts about the woman’s clothing were erased by the sight of his mother, still crumpled on the hallway floor. Her breathing was shallower than when he had left, and the labor pains that wracked her body seemed to have grown weaker. She appeared barely conscious.
“Claire, what have they done to you?” Grace knelt and placed two fingers against the side of his mother’s throat. She scanned Maam’s body with narrowed eyes. “How far along is she?” Grace grabbed latex gloves out of her black bag and snapped them on.
“Not yet eight months.”
Grace gently rolled his mother onto her side. “There is an exit wound. Good. It looks like the bullet passed straight through the fleshy part above her hip. If the shooter was trying to kill her, he was a bad shot. I don’t think the uterus was compromised, but there’s too much blood on the floor to be coming from this one wound.”
She pulled Claire’s skirt above her knees and made a clucking noise in the back of her throat as she found and inspected a second wound high on her right leg. “I’m afraid this bullet must have hit the bone. It’s still in there.” She grabbed a length of rubber tubing from her black bag and wrapped it around his mother’s upper thigh, pulling it tight, creating a tourniquet.
His mother would be mortified if she knew he had seen her like this, and yet modesty mattered little when the life of someone so precious hung in the balance.
Levi had never felt so helpless or as useless. Give him a saw and a hammer, and he could create a fine table or build a sturdy house. Give him a young black ash tree from the north side of the hill, and he could turn it into work baskets that would last for generations. Give him a hoe and a plow, and he could feed a family. But standing here over his wounded mother was so alien to him that he was practically paralyzed by the enormity of it.
“What can I do?”
Grace’s green eyes flashed as she twisted the tourniquet tighter. “Pray!”
Instead of praying, he slammed his fist against the wall, welcoming the pain. From afar off he heard the ambulance siren as he silently cursed the Englisch person who had brought this terrible evil to his family.
Posted July 6, 2012
Whenever I read Amish books I know that I will learn something new. One of the appeals to this genre of books is that I discover more information about the Amish culture. Overall, I find myself fascinated with each Amish subgroup.
I was deeply impressed with the authors ability to create a vivid picture of the daily Amish life. It was quite amazing to learn about the modern perception of a military nurse. The additional affects of presenting Grace Connor with the suffering of Post-traumatic stress disorder definitely added a realistic view to the character. Also, I enjoyed that the story centered around the many changes Grace had to encounter and make.
Mainly with the novel of An Uncommon Grace I was able to learn about the Swartzentruber beliefs and lifestyle. Indeed, I discovered that there way of living is more strict than other Amish people. I grew to love the characters of Grace and Levi. From the beginning I knew that these characters were going to be lovable characters.
Posted June 23, 2012
This is a wonderful book. Gives a lot of insite into the Amish beliefs. Also shows the extent of trama for our troops serving overseas. Had a hard time putting this book down. Look forward to more books by Ms. MillerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 19, 2012
Posted April 28, 2012
What a really great informative story. We begin in Afghanistan with Grace Connor, a Nurse Practitioner, and was beginning to wonder what the Military had to do with an Amish Story.
She has to return home when her Grandmother has a heart attack, and help Becky, her High School, Sister.
She no sooner returns when the neighbors, members of the Swartzentruber Amish, have been shot. She goes to give help, but the father is already gone, and the Mom has been hit and is in labor. What a sad and hard turn of events for the Troyer family.
Levi who is the oldest son, becomes infatuated with Grace, and she likewise. A relationship that is doomed! This sect of Amish is so strict that that Claire is forbidden to have a relationship with her sister Rose, who has joined the Old Order Amish. You will be amazed at the facts we think we know about the Amish, but are so differed with the Swartzentrubers.
I Loved how God's hand is in the lives of these people, his Children. How the "Light" comes on! Don't miss this different and riveting story! Excellent!!
I received this book from the Publisher Simon and Schuster, Inc., and was not required to give a positive review.
Posted April 10, 2012
Grace Connor, a military nurse is debating whether to reenlist for another tour of duty when she gets an email from her seventeen year old sister Becky stating that she needs help with their grandmother Elizabeth back home in Ohio. Grace returns to her grandmothers farm, but finds that adjusting to regular life isn't so easy, but hopes a slower way of life will help. When their next door neighbor(who happens to be Amish) Levi Troyer shows up on their doorstep stating that there has been a shooting at his house Grace rushes to help, and while Levi's stepdad is dead, Grace is able to help save the life of Levi's mother an her unborn child. Levi and his family belong to the Swartzentruber sect one of the strictest there is, and Levi wonders about some of the rules his bishop dictates. A strong attraction to Grace has him evaluating his life even more but he knows if he follows his heart he will not only be lost to his family but will be destined for hell. Meanwhile Grace feels a deep attraction for Levi but knows it can never be. How can she continue to live on her grandmother's farm with him so close by? Will Grace and Levi follow their hearts or fight the attraction between them?
I can easily say this is one of the best Amish fiction novels I have ever read. Sure there is a bit of romance, but there is so many more layers to this story. First of all you have a shooting and murder take place within the first pages of the story. Second we get a very realistic look at the Swartzentruber way of life. Normally when I read an Amish novel the lifestyle is portrayed so idealistically that you feel as if they never have any problems, the lifestyle seems almost perfect. Not so with this story instead the author gives us an honest look at the harsh way of life this Amish Order lives. For most of the story my heart ached for Levi, I felt so sorry for him. The plot in this story moved along at a very brisk pace with plenty going on. There was a bit of mystery woven together with a bit of suspense to round out the story quite well.The author provided a few plot twists that made for a great ending. I for one couldn't put this story down, and because of this story found myself researching the Swartzentruber Amish. Overall a great Amish fiction story that wasn't your typical Amish fiction fare at all. I found the faith based messages woven into the story to be done very well, and actually loved the way that the author allowed Levi to describe his love for Grace, it was just wonderful! On a scale of one to five i would give this book a six because it's just that good!
I would say if your tired of reading the same old stories in Amish fiction then your going to want to read this one because the author provides a fresh, realistic perspective on the Amish storyline!
A complimentary e-copy of this book was provided by Netgalley for review purposes.
Posted April 8, 2012
An exceptional Amish book with a wonderful twist!
Grace Conner is serving as a nurse practitioner in Afghanistan as the war around her rages on. Struggling to determine whether or not she should reenlist again for two years, she prays to God to give her a definitive sign one way or another. Upon opening her email, she sees an email message telling her that she is needed to come home and that her grandmother Elizabeth has had a heart attack. Taking this as a definitive sign from God, she returns home to help her grandmother heal.
Levi Troyer was heading home from selling his baskets early one morning and was surprised to see that his house was unusually quiet for this time of day. When he called out and got no answer, and seeing laundry still sitting on the back porch and spilled water, he knew something was wrong. When he rushed to the porch, the pile of laundry was his step father who lay in a puddle of blood and was dead. Hurrying inside, he finds his mother, 8 months pregnant, shot but still alive. If only his family had a phone nearby, but since his family is part of the Swartzentruber Amish, they aren't allowed.
He grabs his horse and heads to his neighbors house and prays that the woman named Grace is at home. When she opens the door, Levi tells her what has happened and she immediately grabs her medical bag and drives over to his home. Barely alive, she calls for an ambulance and cares for his mother Claire until help arrives. Had it not been for Grace's quick thinking, his mother would have died along with his stepfather. Now it's up to Levi to care for his brothers and sister, while his mother and baby fight for their lives.
In the latest novel by Serena B. Miller, An Uncommon Grace, immerses the readers into the lives of a different order of Amish believers, the Swartzentruber, who are very strict in their lifestyles, besides no phone shanty's, no indoor plumbing, they aren't even allowed the safety features of a simple reflective triangle to attach to their buggy's so they can be seen by English drivers at night. This is a wonderful story that Serena draws her readers into from the first page. Not only is there a murder to be solved but also learning how an English woman and an Amish man can learn to be friends at least while romantic feelings slowly begin to develop.
You can't help but love the characters of Grace and Levi but also the setting of the story is so vivid in rich detail, as you read this, you can imagine the warmth of the hay in the sun, the rich deep smell of the earth as they garden and even the beauty of the afternoon thunderstorm. I received this book compliments of Howard Books, a division of Simon and Schuster for my honest review and LOVED it. I rate this novel a perfect 5 out of 5 stars and now I sit on pins and needles waiting for the next book to come out by Serena that will once more captivate the readers so much that they will not be able to put it down until they turn that final page.