The Farmer Next Door (Brides of Amish Country Series) [NOOK Book]

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He Would Never Marry Again

Adrian Lapp had taken that vow after losing his wife and son. But the newest resident of the Amish community of Hope Springs captivates him from their first meeting. Widow Faith Martin is strong, courageous and determined to make her farmstead profitable. Her fight to raise her six-year-old orphaned nephew in the Amish community brings her closer to the members of Hope Springs…and Adrian. Now if only Adrian can open ...

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The Farmer Next Door (Brides of Amish Country Series)

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Overview


He Would Never Marry Again

Adrian Lapp had taken that vow after losing his wife and son. But the newest resident of the Amish community of Hope Springs captivates him from their first meeting. Widow Faith Martin is strong, courageous and determined to make her farmstead profitable. Her fight to raise her six-year-old orphaned nephew in the Amish community brings her closer to the members of Hope Springs…and Adrian. Now if only Adrian can open his heart to the possibility of love again….

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459208544
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 7/1/2011
  • Series: Brides of Amish Country Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 40,925
  • File size: 646 KB

Meet the Author


Patricia Davids was born and raised in central Kansas. Her family’s strong sense of faith has remained her bulwark in times of trouble. She currently works as an RN in the NICU where miracles happen every day. Her free time is spent enjoying a movie with her husband, shopping with her daughter, spoiling her two grandchildren and researching locations for her next book. Pat always enjoys hearing from her readers. Visit her on the web at patriciadavids.com.
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If the Amish farmer standing outside her screen door would smile, he'd be a nice-looking fellow—but he certainly wasn't smiling at the moment. His fierce scowl was a sharp reminder of all her life had been before—tense, fearful, pain-filled.

Faith Martin thrust aside her somber memories. She would not allow the past to follow her here. She had nothing to fear in this new community.

Still, the man at her door made an imposing figure blocking out much of the late afternoon sunlight streaming in behind him. His flat-topped straw hat sat squarely above his furrowed brow. That frown put a deep crease between his intelligent hazel eyes.

Above his reddish-brown beard, his full lips barely moved when he spoke. "Goot day, Frau. I am Adrian Lapp. I own the farm to the south."

His beard told her he was married. Amish men were cleanshaven until after they took a wife. He had his pale blue shirtsleeves rolled up exposing brawny, darkly tanned forearms folded tightly across his gray vest. A familiar, nauseous odor emanated from his clothes.

Faith's heart sank. It was clear he'd had a run-in with one of her herd. What had he been doing with her animals?

She managed a polite nod. Common courtesy dictated she welcome him to her home. "I'm pleased to meet you, neighbor. I am Faith Martin. Do come in."

He made no move to enter. "Is your husband about?"

It seemed the farmer next door wasn't exactly the friendly sort. That was too bad. She had prayed it would be different here. "My husband passed away two years ago. It's just me. How may I help you?"

Her widowed status seemed to surprise him. "You're living here alone?"

"Ja." She brushed at the dust and cobwebs on her apron and tried to look like a woman who managed well by herself instead of one who'd bitten off far more than she could chew.

His scowl deepened. "Your creatures are loose in my fields. They are eating my beans."

Faith cringed inwardly. This was not the first impression she wanted to make in her new community. "I'm so sorry. I don't know how they could have gotten out."

"I tried to catch one of them by its halter, but it spat on me and ran off with the others into the cornfield."

She saw the green, speckled stain across the front shoulder of his shirt and vest. Alpaca spit, a combination of grass and digestive juices, was unpleasant but not harmful. What a shame this had to be her new neighbor's first introduction to her alpacas. They were normally docile, friendly animals.

Faith never tired of seeing their bright, inquisitive faces waiting for her each morning. Their sweet, gentle natures had helped her heal in both body and spirit over the past two years.

"The one wearing a halter is Myrtle. She's the expectant mother in the herd. You must have frightened her. They are leery of strangers."

"So I noticed," he answered drily.

"Spitting is their least endearing habit, but it will brush off when it dries." Faith's encouraging tone didn't lighten his scowl. Perhaps now wasn't the time to mention the smell would linger for a few days.

"What did you call them?"

"Alpacas. They're like llamas but they have very soft fleece, softer than any sheep. Originally, they come from South America. How many did you say were in your field?"

"I counted ten."

"Oh, no!" Fear blotted out any concern for her neighbor's shirt. If all of her animals were loose in unfamiliar country, it would be difficult, even impossible, to round them up before dark.

Her defenseless alpacas couldn't spend the night out in the open. Stray dogs or coyotes could easily bring down one of her half-grown crias, or they might wander onto the highway and be hit by a passing car. She couldn't afford the loss of even one animal. She had everything invested in this venture and much more than money riding on her success.

Please, Lord, let me recover them all safe and sound.

As much as she hated to be seen using her crutch, Faith grabbed it from behind the door. It was wrong to be vain about her handicap, but she couldn't help it. It was a personal battle she had yet to win.

The pickup truck that had crashed into their buggy two years ago had killed her husband and left her with a badly mangled leg. Doctors told her it would be a miracle if she ever walked again, but God had shown her mercy. After a long, difficult recovery she was able to get around with only her leg brace most of the time. But chasing down a herd of frisky alpacas required exertion and speed. Things she couldn't manage without added support.

She pushed open the screen door, forcing Adrian Lapp to take a step back. She didn't miss the way his eyes widened at the sight of her infirmity.

Let him stare. It wasn't something she could keep secret. She knew her crippled leg made her ugly and awkward, a person to be pitied, but she wouldn't let it be her weakness. Right now, the safety of her animals was the important thing, not her new neighbor's opinion of her. "Where did you see them last?"

"Disappearing into the cornfield beyond the orchard at the back of your property."

"I will need to get their halters and lead ropes from the barn." She left him standing on the porch as she made her way down the steps.

Adrian quickly caught up with her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know… I will take care of the animals for you. There is no need for you to go traipsing after them."

His offer was grudgingly given, but she sensed he meant well.

"I'm perfectly capable of catching them." She didn't want pity, and she wasn't about to leave her valuable livestock in the hands of a man who didn't even know what kind of animal they were.

Hobbling ahead of him across the weedy yard, she spoke over her shoulder. "Once I catch them, can you help me lead them home?"

"Of course."

Faith headed toward the small, dilapidated barn nestled between overgrown cedars some fifty yards from the house. In the harsh August sunlight it was easy to see the peeling paint, missing shingles and broken windowpanes on the building. The Amish were known for their neat and well-tended farmsteads. She had a lot of work ahead of her to get this place in shape.

She didn't know why her husband had never mentioned owning this property in Ohio or why he had chosen to leave it sitting vacant all these years, but finding out a month ago that she owned it couldn't have come at a better time.

She pulled open the barn door. Copper, her mare, whinnied a greeting. Faith spoke a few soft words to her as she gathered together the halters and lead ropes that were hanging on pegs inside the doorway.

Adrian took them from her without a word and slipped them over his shoulder. She was grateful for his help but wished he wasn't so dour about it. Why couldn't her alpacas have chosen to eat the beans of a cheerful neighbor? Maybe she didn't have any.

She led the way around the side of the barn to the pens at the rear. The gate panel that should have been wired closed had been pushed over, offering the curious alpacas an easy way out. Why hadn't she paid more attention when her hired help set up the portable pen and unloaded the animals? Now look what her carelessness had wrought.

Adrian removed the thin wire that had proven to be an ineffective deterrent. "Do you have a heavier gauge wire than this or some strong rope?"

"I'm sure there's something in the barn that will work."

"Then I should find it." He turned back toward the barn door.

Faith called after him. "Shouldn't we find my animals first and then worry about how to keep them in? It's getting late."

He didn't even glance in her direction. "It won't do any good to bring them back if they can just get out again."

She pressed her lips closed on a retort. She had learned the hard way not to argue with a man. Her husband had made sure she understood her opinions were not valued.

Leaving her new neighbor to rummage in the barn, Faith headed toward the rows of trees that stretched for a quarter of a mile to the back edge of her property, knowing he could easily overtake her. It was slow going through the thick grass, but at least she knew her alpacas would be well-fed through the summer and fall once she had her fences in place.

It didn't take long for Adrian to catch up with her. As she expected, his long legs made short work of the distance she had struggled to cover. A twinge of resentment rippled through her before she firmly reminded herself it didn't matter if someone could walk faster than she could. All that mattered was that she walk upon the path the Lord had chosen for her without complaint.

Adrian wasn't sure what to make of the woman charging ahead of him through the tangled grass of the old orchard. Her handicap clearly didn't slow her down much. He'd been curious about his new neighbors as soon as he'd spotted the moving van and large horse trailer inching up the rutted lane yesterday.

The farmstead had been deserted since he'd been a lad. It hurt his soul to see the good farm ground lying fallow and the peach orchard's fruit going to waste year after year. He could do so much with it if only he had the chance.

Even though he'd seen he had new neighbors, he hadn't gone to introduce himself. He didn't like meeting people or answering questions about his life. He liked being alone. He preferred to stay on his farm and work until he was bone-tired and weary enough to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow at night.

Too tired even for dreams…or for nightmares.

He wouldn't be here today if Faith Martin had kept her animals penned up properly. This was costing him an afternoon of work that couldn't wait.

He glanced sideways at her. She was a tiny slip of a woman. She didn't look as if she could wrest this land and buildings back into shape by herself. A stiff wind could blow her away. Why, the top of her head barely reached his chin whiskers.

A white prayer kapp covering her chestnut-brown hair proclaimed her to be a member of the Plain faith, but he didn't recognize the pattern. Where had she come from?

She wore a long blue dress with a black apron and the same type of dark stockings and sturdy shoes that all the women in his family wore. As she walked beside him, the breeze fluttered the long ribbons of her kapp about her heart-shaped face, drawing his attention to the slope of her jaw and the slender curve of her neck. She was a pretty little thing with eyes bright blue as a robin's egg. She had long eyelashes and full pink lips.

Lips made for a man to kiss.

He tore his gaze away as heat rushed to his face. He had no business thinking such thoughts about a woman he barely knew. What was wrong with him? He'd not taken this much notice of a woman since his teenage years.

He used to look at Lovina that way, used to imagine what it would be like to kiss her. When they wed he discovered her kisses were even sweeter than he'd dreamed. After her death, he'd buried his heart with her and raised their son alone until.

So what was it about Faith Martin that stirred this sudden interest? He studied her covertly. She pressed her lips into a tight line as she concentrated on her footing. Did walking cause her pain?

Her eyes darted to his face, but she quickly looked away as if she were uncomfortable in his presence. Her glance held a wary edge that surprised him. Was she frightened of him?

He hadn't meant to scare her. He quickly grew ashamed for having done so. He wasn't used to interacting with new people. Everyone in his family and the community knew of his desire to live alone. He truly had no reason to be surly with this woman. Her alpacas hadn't actually damaged his crop.

He glanced at her again. How could he set this right? How could he bring back her smile?

Adrian abruptly refocused his attention to the task at hand. He had a corncrib to finish and more work waiting for him at home. He didn't have time to worry about making a stranger smile. He would help her gather her animals and then get back to his labors. A few moments later they reached the end of the orchard.

The fence that separated her land from his had fallen down long ago. Only a few rotting uprights remained to mark the boundary. Beyond it, his cornfield stood in tall, straight rows. There was no sign of her odd creatures. They could be anywhere by now.

Faith cupped her hands around her mouth and called out, "Myrtle, Candy, Baby Face. Supper time."

He listened for any sound in return but heard only the rustle of the wind moving through the cornstalks. What did an alpaca sound like? Did they moo or bleat?

She took a step farther into the field. "Come, Socks. Come, Bandit."

Suddenly, a wooly white face appeared at the end of the row a few yards away. He heard Faith's sigh of relief.

"There's my good girl. Come, Socks." The animal emerged from the corn and began walking toward her with its head held high, alert but wary. It was butternut-brown in color with a white face and four white legs. Its head was covered with a thick pelt of fleece, but the long neck and body had been recently shorn, leaving the animal with an oddly naked appearance. It approached to within ten feet, but wouldn't come closer.

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  • Posted June 21, 2011

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    A special romance

    Amish romances are plentiful these days so it takes a special one to catch my eye. Patricia Davids's new book, The Farmer Next Door, is a gem that sparkled from the moment I picked it up. The author's humor, compassion, deep insights, and relevant plot make the Amish widow and widower theme fresh and exciting. The hero and heroine are imperfect human beings navigating between two worlds with unspoken longing for companionship and respect for their community. Unexpected plot twists jumped off the pages I was turning as quickly as I could read them. I found myself laughing at the antics of widow Faith Martin's alpacas and drawn into the struggles of widower neighbor Adrian Lapp. The emotional twists and turns of their romance left me sighing, smiling, and tearful. Their fears and spiritual struggles are described in a way guaranteed to ring true to readers who can learn much from their story of old lives set aside and new beginnings found. From the alpacas raised by the Amish heroine to the interactions with the Zooks, The Farmer Next Door is a delightful keeper.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 2, 2011

    Loved this book

    I love books with a different twist and there were several in this one. Good job!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2011

    Loved it!

    Great story. I enjoyed reading it!!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 28, 2011

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    Great Book!

    I loved the story, the way it was written and would recommend all to read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 12, 2011

    The best one yet!

    This whole series is great...very well written and heart warming.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 29, 2013

    5 Star All The Way! I love a good story about love,


    5 Star All The Way!





    I love a good story about love, forgiveness, learning to trust again, and reconnecting with God. This book is about all of them.

    This book is a fast read and one that I picked up as often as I could. I loved all the characters in this book including an animal named Myrtle! The main characters Adrian Lapp and Widow Faith Martin will steal your hearts. When you place two hurting people together something is bound to happen. Both have vowed never to marry again.

    This was just a delightful read for me. I found myself laughing out loud when it came to Myrtle.
    I know you will too! The ending of this story had me crying. It just touched my heart so much as I'm sure it will yours.

    I have read five of this author's books so far. I am about to start on number six.

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  • Posted May 4, 2013

    Recommend for light Romance Readers

    This was my first Amish "romance" and I really liked it because it gets to the heart of what a relationship is all about - selfless love.

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  • Posted November 2, 2012

    A very pleasant, touching story

    This was a wonderful story to read. The characters were realistic and their story was quite touching. I found myself getting teary in several scenes. I enjoyed the story and am eager to read more from the series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2012

    Nice read!

    I really enjoyed this book. It shows that the Amish are real people with real problems.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2012

    Greatt!

    Loved this Amish story!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2012

    Great Book

    This is an excellent book! I have read several of Patricia Davids books and this is my favorite so far. I couldn't wait to see how it would end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2011

    Loved it!

    I couldn't put it down I had to read it through. I loved the characters, plot, everything. A MUST READ BOOK !

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  • Posted May 26, 2011

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    Wonderful Read

    Adrian has lost a lot in his life and is struggling with his simple faith. Now enter Faith Martin, who's got hard memories of her own, a rundown farm she needs to get up to code soon if she wants to win custody of her orphaned nephew and fit into this new Amish community - and a VERY unusual herd of farm animals. Adrian soon finds himself drawn to help her and soon they are both wondering if their lives could once again mend into a family.
    Family, faith, friendship, humor and all the wonderful things you expect from the series. Past characters from the series also make cameos, giving you the feeling of continuity as well as community warmth.

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