Dark Road Home


After a murder case threatens her safety, attorney Brooke Benton seeks sanctuary in the quiet Amish community of Maplecreek. Although the locals disagree with her cosmopolitan ways, she soon manages to find a place in their lives. But when a tragic hit-and-run accident turns fatal, Brooke cannot abide by the community's belief in absolute forgiveness. She wants answers.

Daniel Brand left his childhood home to explore the outside world years ago. Now he has returned to his Amish ...

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After a murder case threatens her safety, attorney Brooke Benton seeks sanctuary in the quiet Amish community of Maplecreek. Although the locals disagree with her cosmopolitan ways, she soon manages to find a place in their lives. But when a tragic hit-and-run accident turns fatal, Brooke cannot abide by the community's belief in absolute forgiveness. She wants answers.

Daniel Brand left his childhood home to explore the outside world years ago. Now he has returned to his Amish roots, and worldly Brooke Benton does not fit into his plans. But when his niece dies, he slowly agrees that they must bring to justice the driver who killed her—especially when a silent presence continues to threaten the community. Together Brooke and Daniel begin a journey along a dark road, hoping to bring peace to the small community…and maybe lead their hearts home.

Attorney Brooke Benton flees the city in order to find peace in Ohio's Amish country. The locals--except for Daniel--frown on her worldly ways. However, their quiet village is shattered by a tragic accident, an accident that masks a sinister conspiracy. Despite the danger, Brooke and Daniel are determined to uncover the truth. Original.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
An Ohio Amish community is the setting for this romantic suspenser by award-winning historical novelist Harper (The Wings of Morning). Terrorized by a stalker, Columbus attorney Brooke Benton flees with her seven-year-old niece to an isolated community, where she takes over the running of a friend's quilt shop. When a hit-and-run driver kills four Amish teenagers who had just visited her, Brooke is drawn into the investigation. Soon she finds herself knee-deep in suspects, facing new threats and falling in love with a man seeking to return to his Amish roots. The book is strongest in its loving depiction of Amish life, its creation of a dark mood and its development of the central romance. Subplots involving several unrelated evildoers diffuse the tension, however, especially since key developments are telegraphed. Credibility vanishes during the climax, which stems from an implausible story line involving two cartoonish villains whose machinations are awkwardly contrived. (Mar.)
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  • ISBN-13: 9780778328056
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 8/31/2010
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 389
  • Product dimensions: 6.96 (w) x 11.08 (h) x 1.03 (d)

Meet the Author

Karen Harper

Karen Harper is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of romantic suspense. A former Ohio State University English instructor, she now writes full time. Harper is the winner of The Mary Higgins Clark Award for her novel, DARK ANGEL. She also writes historical novels set in Tudor England. Please visit or write her at her website at www.KarenHarperAuthor.com

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May 9, 1993 Maplecreek, Ohio

Some said you can't go home again, but Daniel Brand was bound to do just that. He pulled the U-Haul behind the house, where no one would spot him from the road. Starlight grayed the black of early night when he turned out the headlights and killed the engine. He sat for one moment, gripping the steering wheel. His stomach knotted at all there was to face and do here. Starting right now.

He climbed down, stiff and sore from the long drive, waging war with himself for calm, even for courage. His new house, like his new life, was an old one, but he'd make it right, make everything right from cellar to roof, inside and out. He was taking his life's biggest step forward by taking many steps back.

He unlatched the back doors of the truck and yanked them open. From the dark cavern loaded with his meager possessions, piles of wood, and handmade furniture, he dragged out his toolbox and flopped it open on the grass. He strapped on his leather tool belt, jammed wire cutters, screwdriver, metal snips, a claw hammer, and needle-nose pliers in the pockets. Pulling on leather work gloves, he grabbed a saw.

He scraped his tall stepladder out, hefted it next to the back porch, and jerked it open. With his flashlight wedged in his belt, he climbed to the porch roof, then to the steeper shingled roof of the house. He hunkered down next to the tall television antenna and began to work.

In five minutes he had cut the antenna loose. He shoved it over the side. It crashed two stories down, shuddered, and lay still.

Next, he dug at the nails and metal bands securing the two old lightning rods, but did not toss them over. They would fetch a good price as antiques at the Saturday morning auction in Pleasant.

He gazed at the plain, clean roofline with relief, for it would publicly declare his commitment to all who rode by. Sweating in the cool breeze, Daniel thrust aloft the rods like trophies of his victory. He had conquered himself; he had come home.

Slowly, he lowered the rods to his knees and gazed down from his precarious perch. The dark bulk of the U-Haul waiting to be unloaded was his last link to his previous life. He had snapped the radio off once he crossed the state line from Indiana, right in the middle of that bouncy-beat chorus he loved in "Achy Breaky Heart." He didn't mind giving up country music for good, he tried to convince himself. After he turned the truck in tomorrow, he'd never drive again, either.

The only lights he could see were from Verna Sprigg's Sewing Circle Shop and its second-story living quarters across the field. Two large farms, his own family's and his sister Emma's in-laws', lay beyond his lot line, but kerosene lanterns could never be spotted from here. No traffic on the road, nothing but star speckles overhead until he watched the full moon, big as a ripe peach, roll over the hilly horizon. It was a stunning sight, but he had things to do.

The knot in his stomach yanked tight again as he scooted crab-like from the roof, to the porch, and descended the ladder. He laid the lightning rods in the grass. Under the clay pot where Emma said it would be, he found the key. He unlocked the creaky back door and went in. The interior smelled of vinegar, lemon, and soap; Emma had written that she and her girls would have it spick-and-span for him.

He turned on no lights and never would here—not the electric, anyway. Tomorrow he would disconnect it and have the wires pulled soon, the ones for the telephone, too, for he hoped to bring a good, Plain woman here, one he could trust and, hopefully, someday love.

In the empty living room, the thick soles of his work boots sank into what Emma had described as fairly new wall-to-wall carpet, thick and green as grass, you won't believe it, Dan. He flicked off the f lashlight and stood silent. But even in the dark, he saw pairs of white, fancy, ruff led draperies at each window like graceful ghosts bowing to a partner for a dance. He yanked them all down and hurled them in a corner.

Tears burned Brooke Benton's eyes as she listened to her niece Jennifer's closing to her bedtime prayer to "please tell my mommy I still love her. Especially because it's Mother's Day. And good night, God. Amen."

Brooke bent down to kiss the child's forehead. "You know," Brooke said, "God has a very good memory, so maybe you don't need to remind Him of that every night, because then both of us just start crying."

"Yes, but she used to forget things sometimes. When she was sick, I had to tell her some stuff again and again. So I'm asking Him to remind her," Jennifer insisted in her seven-year-old's logic that often amazed Brooke.

"Come on now. It's hit the hay time, as Mrs. Spriggs says," Brooke urged, plumping up her pillow and trying to make her voice light. "That Monday-morning school bus will be here bright and early, Jen."

"I guess Daddy would be mad at me for going to bed late, don't you think?"

Brooke sank back on the edge of the four-poster bed and gently stroked Jennifer's hair. "No, I'm sure he'd understand that we were just having fun. I told you he's not mad at you for anything."

Frowning, the petite, blue-eyed blonde looked away to arrange her two dolls, leaned against the other pillow. They were totally mismatched: the small, molded plastic, adolescent Skipper doll had been Jennifer's mother Melanie's years ago; the soft, faceless Amish baby doll, named Nettie, was a recent gift from her friend Susie.

"I know," Jennifer said, her voice shaky with exhaustion and emotion, "that Daddy's not mad at me because Mommy died. That wasn't anyone's fault but cancer."

"That's right" was all Brooke could manage, but even then her voice broke. She still stroked Jennifer's hair; the child sighed and turned onto her side to cuddle into her deep down pillow. After tucking the sheet and quilt around Jennifer's thin shoulders, Brooke rubbed her niece's back, went out, and snapped off the light. A floorboard creaked loudly, but it would take a bomb to wake Jennifer once she fell asleep in this pretty haven of her room.

The bed, pillow, quilt, the rag rugs on the floor—Brooke thought again how this old but vibrant house and store below were just like their owner, Verna Spriggs. Brooke missed her, but it had been her suggestion that Verna seize the chance for a long visit to her son's family in Maine. And immersing herself in Verna's duties made her feel useful as well as safe and sane again.

Brooke went downstairs to the big quilting room where she and Jennifer had been practicing line dancing with a videotape called Country Dance Time. Learning the Elvira and the Tush Push to the lilting, rhythmic tunes was one of many shared activities that bound them closer. Tonight Jennifer had gotten so into it, she seemed to temporarily forget her troubles, too.

Brooke pulled the quilted cover off the TV again—for when it was not in use, they kept it draped in deference to the Amish who came here—and rewound the tape to lesson one, the grapevine step. With the sound turned low, in her jeans, T-shirt, and beat-up boots, she did the grapevine around the room—step, behind, step, kick—while she straightened the quilts for sale on their circular revolving racks, retacked price cards for pieced wall hangings and table runners on the peg-board display, and aligned booklets and supply boxes on shelves. Monday morning would come too soon for her, too.

The two group quilts in progress—a Courthouse Steps and a Drunkard's Path—stretched on their separate rectangular frames needed no tending, for the Amish women who stitched them always left things immaculately ordered. Her only real Amish friend so far, Emma Kurtz, who oversaw things, made certain of that.

But Brooke noticed some scraps under one quilt where Emma's youngest, Susie, and Jennifer had been playing house on Saturday. She crawled under to pick those up. The vacuum didn't reach clear under here, anyway.

She jumped when she heard a knock—and on the back door at this hour. Her heart thudding, she scrambled out from under the quilt, then calmed herself as she snapped on the kitchen light and walked to the back door. This was not the city, she scolded herself, and he—or them—couldn't possibly find her here. It was probably just an Amish person wanting to use the phone.

She peered out through the window and smiled in relief. Emma's eldest child, Katie, age eighteen, who came with her to quilt if she was not tending the house or her siblings, stood there with three others. Holding Katie's hand until the door opened was Gideon Stoltz, Maplecreek's blacksmith's son, whom Brooke knew Katie had been dating. Behind them stood two other young people about Katie's age whom Brooke did not know.

"Your lights, we saw them still on," Katie said. "Stop by with Gid anytime for an ice-cream bar, you said—that Ha—Hagens…"

"Häagen-Dazs. Yes, please, all of you, come in."

"This is Cora Troyer, my best run-around friend, and this is her come-calling friend, Ezra Yoder," Katie told her, blushing ever so slightly under the freckles speckling her cheeks and pert nose.

The girls removed their black shawls and bonnets, leaving their white starched kapps covering the back of their heads. All Amish women wore their uncut tresses parted in the center and swept straight back in a hidden knot. Katie's green eyes looked huge behind her wire-framed glasses, especially because her dress was emerald green. How much she looked like Emma, even the glasses, Brooke thought, warmed by the fact these four had come to visit. It showed her acceptance in the community was growing, even without Verna, whom the Maplecreek Amish had known and trusted for years.

The boys did not remove their straw hats, nor do more than nod. No pleased to meet you's, and Brooke knew to expect no thank you's or even a good-bye. For such polite pleasantries were deemed "fancy" or "prideful" by the Plain People, who tried as best they could to live separate from what they called worldly folk. At least, that evidently did not mean avoiding an outsider named Brooke Benton or the rich ice-cream bars that were her worst edible indulgence.

"Now, each of you choose what one you'd like," she prompted after she had trooped them down past shelves of fabric bolts into the back basement storage room and lifted the heavy lid of Verna's old chest freezer. Most of it was filled with food stored here for Katie's family, who bartered home-baked bread and canned goods for its use. Brooke had taken to keeping her storehouse of chocolate ecstasy down here so she wasn't tempted every time she got an ice cube from the kitchen.

When the four of them just stared down into the swirl of frosted air, Brooke prompted, "Let's see, we have Heath Toffee or Snickers Ice-Cream Bars, you know, like frozen candy bars. Maybe you should all try a different one and compare."

She should have known they'd all take the same kind so as not to look special or individual. They selected Häagen-Dazs as, she surmised, the ersatz name sounded German to them. Upstairs, she gave them napkins and pulled five chairs from around the quilting frames into a circle.

"Any day now my Uncle Daniel will come home and be your neighbor," Katie offered in the silence as paper wrappers ripped and crinkled open. "Clear from Goshen, Indiana."

"Your mother told me he bought the old Whitman place across the field," Brooke responded. "I hear they had modernized it."

"Mm," Gideon said with his mouth full. "If he's really back to join the church, he'll have to convert it back. The black sheep comes home. Daniel Brand could tell us how to have a good, long rumspringa, I bet, yeah."

Cora said with her mouth half full, "The running-around time our young people have to try different things in life—even in the world—that's rumspringa. To see if we really want to commit to being Amish."

"The whole church will be glad to have Uncle Daniel home," Katie picked up her original topic. "My grandfather Jacob, especially."

"I'm sure it is hard for the bishop to have his own son living away from the family and church," Brooke said.

"In church this morning, Grandfather talked about it. But just now, heading home from a hymn sing, that's where we were," Katie explained, licking her chocolate instead of biting into it. "By midnight I'm supposed to be in the house—what you English call a curfew, Miss Brooke."

Gideon scooted his chair slightly closer to Katie's as she spoke. "His own buggy, Ezra has one, too, for courting, but it broke an axle, so tonight we came together."

"I'm so glad you did. I know how much Katie likes ice cream, and I told her she hadn't lived until she'd had a Häagen-Dazs."

They nodded, and Brooke realized how silly it must sound to hear someone English, as the Amish called non-Amish, claim an ice-cream bar made any sort of difference in one's life. In just a few years these four would probably be committed to their church, married, and rearing families. And here, at age thirty-one, she had done none of those big, life-shaping things.

"A lot of fun gadding about," Ezra said, "like telling riddles. Know how to double your money real easy, Miss Brooke?"

"No, but I wish I did," Brooke replied, willing to play straight man to these very straight kids. Their wholesome naïveté always struck some strange chord in her.

"To double your money real easy, just fold it in half," Ezra said, then had to dive for his ice cream to keep from losing a huge chunk of chocolate. As they all laughed, Brooke noticed that Ezra sported a forbidden wristwatch and all four of them wore Reebok running shoes.

"The English—well, I don't mean you and Mrs. Verna—got the wrong idea about Plain People," Katie declared when she saw Brooke looking at their feet. "Like we're sticks-in-the-mud or something. Our own fun, we have plenty of that, and we've been around a worldly place or two, uh-huh."

"I'll bet you have," Brooke managed, fighting to keep a smile from her lips.

"Promise you won't tell my mother?" Katie asked, leaning forward in her chair. Brooke didn't want to know something taboo she couldn't tell Emma. But what could this bunch possibly have done bad?

"I won't tell," she vowed.

"That dinosaur movie, we saw it in Pleasant," Katie whispered.

"Jurassic Park? I wouldn't let Jennifer see that."

"Real scary," Katie said, almost gloating while the others smiled. "People screamed right out and everything. We dressed English, we saw it, and fressed, too."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2005

    Not awesome, but was okay

    This was my first Karen Harper book and I must say her community of choice-the Amish-was quite interesting. But the suspenseful part of this book was quite dull. You don't know if you're supposed to be trying to figure out who killed the teenagers, who was stalking Brooke and Jen, or who bought the Amish land. The criminals were revealed too early in the story and I think that it should have waited until the book was nearer to the ending. The romance part of the book was not believable. I mean, how exactly did they figure out that they loved each other when they barely saw each other? And his proposal wasn't what you'd call romantic. I did, however, think that it was romantic that he chose marriage to her than Amish path that he was about to take. It wasn't that bad of a read, it's just that I wish I hadn't bought it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 1, 2004

    another good read.......

    Karen Harper strikes again. Read almost every book of hers and never fails to keep me turning the pages. In this book, Amish kids were killed and Brook wants to find out who killed them and at the same time, she is falling in love with an amish man, Dan who just came back home to his amish people after 'fence jumping' meaning he left amish living to explore the other world. Again, Karen Harper gives you information on how the amish and our world differ from each other. Got to pick this book up as well as any of her other books. You are just never disappointed. I'm getting ready to start Dark Harvest which is another of her books. Can't wait.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2004

    I have found a new author

    This was the first book by Karen Harper that I have read, and I will definitely read her others based on how I liked this one. It was neat to read and learn about the Amish (I'm assuming most of it was pretty accurate) and at the same time experience the suspense of a Mary Higgins Clark type story (I've read all of her stuff and wish she'd write faster!!!). The only complaint I have is that the story gets a bit far-fetched at the end. I won't ruin it for anyone by spilling the beans, but I think most people would probably agree. But all in all, a good read that will hook you from the beginning.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2011

    Not that great...

    This is the first Karen Harper book that I have read. I recieved it as a Holiday gift. I am not a suspense / mystery reader, but have read Mary Higgins Clark and Dean Koontz. This was not a believable story at all. The romance between the Amish guy (Daniel) and Brooke, who is "English" is not believable in my mind... Their worlds are so different, and they "fall in love" in a few months where they barely even got to see each other and (**spoiler alert**) proceed to get married?! Really? Brooke, a strong-minded Attorney at Law, seems stronger and more independent than that - at least that was the way she was portrayed at the beginning. As far as the suspense, I only kept reading this book to find out who killed the 4 teenage Amish kids... Let's just say that 1/2 to 2/3 of the way through the novel, the story begins to unravel and is predictable. Brooke's stalker part of the story is inter-woven but the result is crazy/unlikley. The "killers" of the 4 Amish kids and the way the book ends is also VERY far-fetched in a CSI crime show / Hollywood movie kind of way. In any event, this was not what I expected after starting the book. I guess that Karen Harper is not for me.

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  • Posted March 27, 2009

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    Wonderful and Educating all in One!

    I truly enjoyed this book! I found it hard to put down once I started reading it because Harper keeps the suspense going! You keep wondering what will happen next. You don't want to miss this one!

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