Summer of Secrets

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Welcome to Willow Ridge, Missouri! In this cozy Amish town along the banks of the river, the Old Ways are celebrated at the Sweet Seasons Bakery Café, and love is a gift God gives with grace. . .

Summer Of Secrets

Summer has come to Willow Ridge, but Rachel Lantz is looking forward to a whole new season in her life—marriage to strapping carpenter Micah Brenneman, her childhood sweetheart. When a strange Englischer arrives in the café claiming ...

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Overview

Welcome to Willow Ridge, Missouri! In this cozy Amish town along the banks of the river, the Old Ways are celebrated at the Sweet Seasons Bakery Café, and love is a gift God gives with grace. . .

Summer Of Secrets

Summer has come to Willow Ridge, but Rachel Lantz is looking forward to a whole new season in her life—marriage to strapping carpenter Micah Brenneman, her childhood sweetheart. When a strange Englischer arrives in the café claiming to be the long-lost sister of Rachel and her twin Rhoda, Rachel feels the sturdy foundation of her future crumbling—including Micah's steadfast love. As the days heat up and tempers flare, Rachel and Micah will learn that even when God's plan isn't clear, it will always lead them back to each other. . .

"A heartwarming new voice for fans of Beverly Lewis." —Emma Miller

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Hubbard (Law of Attraction) centers her new inspirational series on the Sweet Seasons Cafe, where everyone in Willow Ridge, Mo., knows your name. Miriam Lantz, proprietress and delectable cook, is a devout and attractive widow who has made a success of the cafe with the help of her daughters Rachel and Rhoda, though the elders disapprove of their independence. When the girls’ missing triplet, Rebecca, turns up 19 years after being swept away in a flood, she brings the unfamiliar ways of the outside world to threaten the placid existence of the Plain folk. She also catches the eye of flirtatious Micah Brenneman—making Rachel more than a little jealous. Miriam is determined to reunite her family even if she risks expulsion by her community. The cumbersome depiction of Amish speech disrupts the narrative, but those who enjoy a glimpse of the culture will find the story appealing. Agent: Evan Marshall Agency. (Feb.)
Library Journal
In the Amish town of Willow Ridge, MO, Miriam Lantz runs the Sweet Seasons Bakery with her twin daughters, Rachel and Rhonda. All three are looking forward to Rachel's nuptials to carpenter Micah Brenneman, but their lives are thrown off course when an Englisher, a Goth girl, arrives at the bakery claiming to be Rachel and Rhonda's sister. Secrets long buried resurface, threatening not only Rachel's plans but Miriam's as well. VERDICT This series debut by romance author Hubbard (Gabriel's Lady; Journey to Love) is long on preaching and short on romance. Amish fiction aficionados can skip this one and pick up the latest Beverly Lewis instead.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781420121698
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 2/1/2012
  • Series: Charlotte Hubbard's Seasons of the Heart Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 152,026
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Charlotte Hubbard
sold her first historical romance in 1990, and she’s been a slave to her overactive imagination ever since. She has lived in the Midwest most of her life. When she’s not writing, she loves touring historic homes, trying new recipes, crocheting, and playing with her Border Collie, Ramona. She’s a
Presbyterian deacon, sings in her church choir, and plays in the percussion ensemble. She’s married to a fine man who—bless him—has never once suggested she get a real job.

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Summer of Secrets

Seasons of the Heart
By Charlotte Hubbard

ZEBRA BOOKS

Copyright © 2012 Charlotte Hubbard
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4201-2169-8


Chapter One

"And what shall I bring for your dinner, Micah?" Rachel Lantz grinned at the broad-shouldered blond seated at the back table of the Sweet Seasons Bakery Café. "We've got an order or two of Naomi's meat loaf left, and Mamma's chicken and noodles—and jah, those stuffed peppers ya like so well."

Although he knew their daily menu by heart, he pretended to study the specials she'd written on the dry-erase board this morning. His hair showed a slight ridge from his straw hat, now hung on the nearby wall peg, and she felt the heat of his sturdy body after his morning of building cabinets with the other Brenneman boys, in their shop. It was his steadfast strength that appealed to her, even if he took his sweet time deliberating over decisions. "I'm thinkin' I had the hash browns Tuesday at lunch and Thursday for breakfast ... hmmmm ... kinda warm for those heavy slabs of meat loaf ..."

Rachel stood as close to him as she dared, watching her twin sister, Rhoda, set two plates of the meat loaf in front of Bram and Nate Kanagy at a table across the way. "The stuffed peppers, then? Leah picked us a basket of red ones, fresh this morning. They look mighty gut, smothered in all that cheese."

Micah glanced at his brothers, Seth and Aaron, who were piling their plates high at the salad bar. "Jah, but I'd rather have a double order of hugs with a side of your kisses, Rachel. When can you dish me up some of those?" he murmured.

When his deep green eyes sparkled up at her, Rachel's cheeks tingled. He'd finally proposed to her last week! Would they hint at their plans to marry at next weekend's ice-cream social, or maintain Old Order Amish tradition and keep it a secret? No doubt the rest of the summer would pass by mighty fast if she had dresses and household linens to make—quicker than this carpenter decided on his lunch, it would seem! Yet how could she fault Micah for pondering his menu choices each day, when it gave him a few extra minutes to gaze up at her with such fondness lighting his handsome face?

His older brother, Seth, sat down across the table and forked up a mouthful of cucumber and onion salad. "We've gotta get back to the shop sometime today, ya know," he teased.

"Ah, but time means nothin' to a fella stuck on the likes of Rachel," Aaron, the youngest Brenneman, chimed in. "Sweeter than this wonderful-gut frog-eye fruit salad, she is. Like havin' your dessert first."

Rachel wound a string of her kapp around her finger, grinning despite the heat in her cheeks. That cold, creamy salad, made with tiny pasta BBs, was her favorite on a warm summer day, too—not that sharing this opinion would make Aaron stop teasing her. These brothers kept her on her toes, but they were as solid as the lustrous tables and chairs they'd built for the café, which served as a showcase for their custom craftsmanship here in Willow Ridge, Missouri. She nodded at the lady at table two, who tapped her empty iced tea glass. "Back in a minute, Micah. By then you oughtta know—"

"Bring me whatever ya think looks best, Rache," he said as she started toward the counter of filled pitchers. "With a side of green beans and a big slice of your lemon icebox pie."

"Bring me some of that pie, too."

"Me three," his other brother called after her.

"Jah, jah," Rachel murmured as she refilled all the glasses at table two. She smiled politely at this trio of older English ladies, who had sacks from the adjoining quilt shop beside their feet. "Will ya be havin' anything else today?"

"Is that a rhubarb pie in your bakery case?"

"Yes, ma'am. Mamma baked it fresh this mornin'." Rachel flipped through her ticket tablet to figure their bill, noting the van full of customers pulling up outside. This summer's tourist business would be brisk, if today's lunch crowd was any indication.

"Wrap that pie, then. I'll take it home to my husband—as his reward for not coming along with us today."

Her friends giggled and continued chattering as Rachel strode toward the front counter. While she put the pie in a carryout box, she called her order through the serving window. "A plate of the peppers for Micah, side of green beans. Three pieces of the lemon icebox pie—and ya got any more rhubarb pies, Mamma? I'm boxin' your last one here."

Her mother glanced up from the work island in the middle of the kitchen, where she was slicing an assortment of fruit pies for a customer's family reunion this evening. She'd rolled her black sleeves above her elbows and her face was flushed from working in the heat of the ovens since three this morning. "I'll have to look, honey-bug. Rhoda just took down an order for ten dozen zucchini corn muffins, plus sandwich buns, goin' to a barbecue. And Naomi's been scurryin' to make more meat loaf and the fillin' for another pan of peppers."

Naomi Brenneman, her mother's partner in the café—and Micah's mamm—flashed her a brown-eyed smile. "What a day it's been! Busier than Leah's bees, we are."

"Des gut, ain't so?" Rachel fetched a lemon pie from the refrigerator and quickly plated the three biggest wedges. "Better than wonderin' if we'd make a go of it, like when we opened this time last year, Mamma."

"Can ya catch table three, Rachel?" her twin called from the crowded doorway. "I'll be pullin' four tables together for all these folks comin' in from the senior center's van."

The Kanagy brothers jumped up from their lunch to assist her sister as Rachel delivered Micah's meal and the slices of lemon pie. "Back in a few, boys," she murmured. "Help yourselves to tea and lemonade refills, will ya?"

Inhaling deeply to catch her breath, Rachel wondered if they should hire another girl for the summer ... Naomi's daughter, Hannah, perhaps. She stopped beside table three and quickly reminded herself not to judge a book by its cover: the young woman who focused on the laminated menu sported short, spiky hair dyed witch-black. She wore tight black jeans with a matching tank top that revealed two tattoos on her back. And was that a little barbell piercing her eyebrow?

"Oh, gimme the meat loaf, I guess," she muttered.

"I'd recommend the stuffed peppers or the smothered hash browns. If ya can wait, though, we'll have more meat loaf in maybe fifteen minutes. Sorry," Rachel replied. Thank goodness not many of their English guests looked like something the cat dragged in. Or something left over from a Halloween party gone to the Devil, judging from those black fingernails and the heavy silver rings linked by chains to a leather band around her wrist.

"Fifteen minutes? You gotta be—"

The girl's curse word made Rachel grip her tablet to keep from dropping it. But when this guest raised her face to stare rudely, with blue eyes lined in coal-black eyeliner and heavy mascara, Rachel's mouth dropped open: Was it her imagination, or was that Rhoda beneath all that makeup? Why, scrubbed clean and framed in a fresh kapp, that could well be the face she saw in her own mirror each morning! Her breath left her in a rush, as though her mare had kicked her in the chest. Rachel backed away, stammering. "Excuse me, but I—I'll be back to take your order in—"

The bottom dropped from her stomach as she rushed toward the kitchen. Didn't matter that Micah and her friends might be wondering about the girl's outburst, or about the way Rachel ignored two guests who called for their checks. She hurried through the Dutch door, seeking sanctuary—from what, she wasn't sure. She fanned herself with her tablet, too upset to help Naomi take a big pan of sizzling meat loaves from the oven.

"Rachel? Ya look like you've seen a ghost!" Her mother's knife paused halfway across the cherry pie she was cutting.

What could she say? Rachel felt silly for that little flash of imagination, thinking the girl in black looked like ... yet her stomach had tied itself in a knot and her pulse pounded as though warning her of something ominous. "I—I don't know what to—" She shook her head to clear it. "The girl at table three, by the window, well—she looks exactly like Rhoda. Or me, if ya don't count her ghouly clothes and hair."

Naomi's eyebrows rose as she glanced at Rachel's mother. Mamma stepped sideways to gaze into the café's crowded dining room, and then she walked slowly toward the serving window for a better view. The color left her face. Her knife hit the floor. "How on God's good earth—? Can it be?" Her expression vacillated between confusion and disbelief and ... fear. But what would her mother have to be afraid of ? Mamma wrung her apron in her hands, and with a whimper like a startled pup's she headed into the main room of the café.

Rachel looked at Naomi, feeling stupid and inconsiderate. "I shoulda stayed out there. Didn't mean to come in here upsettin' Mamma, what with her finally recoverin' from Dat's passin'."

"Let's go with her, then," her mother's best friend said. "Even if Miriam doesn't need our help, I'm thinkin' your sister could use a hand with that group that just came in."

Dear God, give me the strength to handle this. My toes feel ready to curl right through my shoes.

Miriam Lantz approached the girl in black slowly, feeling trapped inside a bubble that kept out the café's loud chatter and the aromas of cooked beef and onions. Were her mind and eyes playing tricks on her? Rachel had described the face beneath that spiky black hair to a tee, and while Miriam knew she was staring, she couldn't help herself. She had no words for the whirlwind of emotions that raged in her heart and soul, just as the river had raged in a flash flood eighteen years ago ...

Once again her leg muscles clenched with the effort of clambering up that slick, muddy riverbank during a sudden downpour, as adrenalin and terror raced through her—but not as swiftly as that swollen river had risen up its banks. Her arms ached with the memory of clutching her frightened toddlers, Rachel and Rhoda, as she cried out to Rebecca, who had wiggled out of her grasp. Nothing could match the horror—the abject helplessness—she'd felt when the wild water snatched her baby girl and carried her downstream. Her little body, in a pink dress, was never found. Friends going door-to-door in the towns downriver returned without her precious child. Most in Willow Ridge had filed this incident far back in their memories, and her two remaining girls had been too young at the time to recall that fateful day.

But a mother never forgets. And she never forgives herself ... forever wonders if God took her baby as a sign that she was too inept or unworthy to be raising His children.

Wouldn't a good mother have had better control of her girls? Wouldn't a competent wife have paid closer attention to the rapid rise of those flood waters? Her marriage to Jesse Lantz had never been quite the same afterward, for even as he, too, grieved the disappearance of their daughter, a cloud had hovered over their home as the years went by and she'd been unable to conceive again.

Miriam swallowed hard. Her heart hammered in her chest as somehow one foot found its way in front of the other, past guests who asked for more coffee or their checks. Though she found the young woman's spiky dyed hair and heavy makeup distasteful—and why would anyone have a skull tattooed on her shoulder—? Miriam couldn't look away from those pale blue eyes and the facial structure the girls had gotten from their dat.

How she wished Jesse were alive to help her now! This Englisher was a brazen one: she stared outright at Miriam's sweaty black dress, her kapp, and the dark apron smeared with flour and filling from a day of baking pies. Her attitude announced itself as blatantly as that tight, skimpy shirt accentuated breasts the same size as her sisters'. This sort of confrontation wasn't something her other girls had ever gloried in; wasn't something most Plain folk tolerated or brought on.

But she had to find words. She was the adult here ... and there was a chance she was mistaken.

Vaguely aware that Naomi and the girls were seating a large group behind her, Miriam cleared her throat. She clasped her hands to keep from crumpling her apron. "I—I don't mean to be nosy, but—"

The girl smirked. "Okay, look, I said I wanted meat loaf, but forget it. I can't wait that long—"

"—when my daughter Rachel remarked on how close ya resemble Rhoda—"

"—so lemme outta here, will ya?" the young woman demanded as she grabbed a Walmart sack from the chair beside her. "This was a huge mistake. My bad."

Miriam sidestepped quickly when the girl stood up so fast her chair struck the one behind her. Why was she so angry? And why had she come here in the first place? Willow Ridge was a quiet little community where Plain folk farmed and sold their handmade items to supplement their income. Tourists with piercings,

wearing black leather wristbands, rarely ate here. When a wad of pink fabric fell from the sack, the young woman swore and grabbed for it, but Miriam snatched it from the floor just that fast. Every fiber of her body vibrated with recognition of that little dress before this ungracious stranger could shove it back in the bag. Miriam cried out, clutching this memento of the worst day of her life.

"Dear God, can it be? It's nothin' short of a—it's a miracle!" Before Miriam realized it, she was laughing and crying hysterically while she embraced the young woman.

The girl jerked away in disgust. "Hey, I didn't come here to star in a big scene!"

"Mamma, are you all right? Whatever's makin' ya act so crazy-like?" Rhoda glared at the girl in black as she flung an arm around Miriam's shoulders, while Naomi stepped up beside her, as well. The entire café had gone quiet: the Kanagy boys and Naomi's sons had stepped closer, and all the customers lingering over lunch had stopped eating. Rachel, too, watched her mother warily from that big table of customers who'd just sat down.

Swiping at her eyes and still shaking, Miriam studied the young woman more closely. If she were going to demand answers she had to ask the right questions, even if her mind was in such an excited muddle she couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Where'd ya get this little dress?" was all she could whisper.

Those black-lined eyes flashed, yet their crystal-blue color softened for a moment. Then she glared around the dining room. "Okay, look—show's over! Got it?" she announced loudly. Her gaze lingered on Naomi and Rhoda, but she didn't tell them to leave. Once the Brenneman boys and their friends returned to their tables, the girl in black took her seat again. She pointed to the chair across the table.

Don't forget about that help I asked for, God.

Miriam sat down, dazed. She smiled gratefully when Naomi poured her a glass of lemonade and then eased away, to wait on the folks who'd just come in. Nothing could possibly have prepared her for this moment: nearly eighteen years she'd dreamed of it, not daring to hope it would ever come to pass. But there was no denying the little dress she'd sewn with her own hands, and she couldn't help herself: she buried her face in the faded, yellowed fabric. It smelled faintly of cedar, but what did that matter? The only other person on this earth with a connection to this dress was now seated across from her. Looking as flummoxed as she felt.

"I didn't believe what my old man told me." The young woman leaned on the tabletop to nail Miriam with a doubtful gaze. "I was going through Mom's stuff after ... after her service last week. Found this at the very bottom of her cedar chest. That's when Dad said I wasn't their natural-born daughter—that he rescued me from a tree being washed down the Missouri River in the flood of '93."

The young woman's eyes misted over and she looked away. "I don't know what to believe, now that I'm here. But it's, like, obvious they've kept some really huge secrets from me."

(Continues...)



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  • Posted April 11, 2012

    Summer of Secrets ¿ I Loved It!!

    Willow Ridge, Missouri is the setting for this great read. This story is centered around the Sweet Seasons Bakery Cafe’ owned and operated by Miriam Lantz with the help of her daughters Rachel and Rhoda and also her best friend Naomi Brenneman. Miriam opened the cafe’ after her husband Jesse died. This is her main income for her and her daughters. The cafe’ is a popular spot and Miriam has a good steady income from it. Rachel Lantz hopes to marry Micah Brenneman some day. Will this union be compromised when a mysterious Englischer enters the café one day, claiming to be the lost daughter of Miriam’s, who was washed down the Missouri River in the 93 flood? Rachel is shocked by the girl’s appearance. She is all decked out in black with spiked hair, black rimmed eyes, a piercing in her eyebrow and two tattoos on her back. On top of that she is rude. Rachel can’t imagine the likes of her being her sister. Plus, it seems Micah is paying too much attention to her in the way he is staring at her. There are other characters in this book that I came to love and one character in particular that I didn’t care for at all. I know once you read this book you will know the character that I speak of! There are many secrets inside the pages of this book and one by one they are revealed. This is the first book that I have read from this author. Her characters came to life for me. I really got wrapped up in this story line and hated when I had to put the book aside to do other things. One of the things I liked about this book was it is God centered. It is based on Faith, Trust, Forgiveness and Hope for a bright future. I must not forget to mention the yummy recipes that the author has included in the back of this book. This is a wonderful bonus in my opinion. I plan on copying them down so I can wow my family and friends. I am looking forward to reading “Autumn Winds”, the next Sweet Seasons novel. I wish to thank you Charlotte Hubbard for a delightful read. I am truly a fan of yours! I want to thank Kensington Publishing for sending me a copy of Summer of Secrets to read and review. The opinions expressed are mine alone.

    9 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 5, 2012

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    Charlotte Hubbard provides a heartwarming peek at the simple lif

    Charlotte Hubbard provides a heartwarming peek at the simple life in an Amish community in her Secrets of the Heart series first installment; Summer of Secrets. The Lantz family has a secret, a secret so old most people do not even remember the incident that happened so long ago. This small, quaint Amish town in Missouri called Willow Ridge is home to the Sweet Seasons Bakery Café run by the widowed Miriam Lantz along with her twin daughters Rachel and Rhoda. Willow Ridge, a town along the highway that provides many a curious tourist with a chance to stop and sample the best food and bakery items anywhere while affording them with a quick glance at the simple life. Miriam Lantz is used to the outright puzzled looks and strange Englischer manners of her temporary customers but takes it all in stride, as the Café is her pride and joy, a trait not to be indulged in by the teachings of their Ordnung which preaches obedience, submission and patience but considers cooking her own version of therapy. With her heart in her throat, Miriam soon discovers pride is the least of her problems as during the lunch crush she takes in the sight of an austere young woman walking through her front door and knows her long buried secret will no longer remain hidden.

    4 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2012

    Easy reading - more insight into Amish life

    Enjoyed this book - if you are interested in learning about different facets of Amish life this is another must read

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 2, 2012

    Great Read!

    I'm waiting for the third book in the series!! That says it all. I felt a part of the family and couldn't put the book down. I'm eagerly awaiting the next book.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2012

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    Hell yeah!

    3 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 18, 2012

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    Sometimes you could live your whole life thinking things are jus

    Sometimes you could live your whole life thinking things are just the way they are, until one day someone shows up from your past to remind you life isn't what had thought after all.

    In the novel, Summer of Secrets by Charlotte Hubbard, we are immediately introduced into the engagement of Rachel Lantz and Micah Breeneman, a young Amish couple that have yet to announce their formal engagement as is customary among the Amish. So for now, they are happily enjoying the time just being together and riding in Micah's courting buggy. Rachel works with her mother, Miriam and sister, Rhoda at Sweet Season's, their bakery cafe in the heart of Willow Ridge, Missouri.

    Just as the lunch rush is getting started, they notice an English girl dressed in Gothic attire and with multiple piercings and tattoos. What they didn't expect that day was to learn that her name is Tiffany, who used to be referred to by the name Rebecca who was lost in a river at the age of three. She is the missing sister of Rachel and Rhoda and Miriam's missing daughter who they all believed to be dead.

    Yet Tiffany herself is having a difficult time accepting what her father had told her, being adopted at a young age and had to travel to Willow Ridge to meet her supposed mother, Miriam. She wasn't expecting them to be Amish and leaves before Miriam can have a change to speak with her. Rachel on the other hand is more than happy to see her leave. She believes no good can come of trying to make amends with Tiffany, especially since Micah has seemed to taken notice of her.

    The Summer of Secrets is a timeless Amish novel that will educate readers of the Amish lifestyle while immersing the reader in the struggle to find a way to mend the rift between the family. Miriam has long believed that she alone was ultimately responsible for what she believed was the death of Rebecca/Tiffany thanks to her husband Jessie, who has now passed away. Will Miriam find a way to reach out to Tiffany and find a way to heal their relationship or will their differences in lifestyle be too much to heal the brokenness in both their lives?

    I received Summer of Secrets compliments of Pump Up Your Book Tours and Charlotte Hubbard, herself for my honest review. Being a huge fan of the Amish fiction, this one is just another perfect companion to my growing collection. It's easy to relate to Miriam who just wants to welcome Rebecca back into the family, especially now that Rachel is getting married. This is a heart-warming story that I know my readers will love and I rate this one a 5 out of 5 stars. The best part too, are the recipes that follow at the end that I know you will love to try! This is the first book in the Seasons of The Heart series and I can't wait to follow this one to the very end.

    3 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 31, 2012

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    I felt like the book was trying to hard to be realistic, which m

    I felt like the book was trying to hard to be realistic, which made it seem less realistic in my mind. I guess this just wasn't my type of book.

    2 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 13, 2013

    Great read of a different kind of life

    Loved this book of a different kind of life than I have known. I am looking forward to reading the other books in this series. So much we take for granted that these people do not have in their daily lives.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2013

    *****

    Haven't read it yet, but I no it will be great because its Amish book, pleasant, peaceful and spiritual

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 6, 2013

    HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

    I LOVED THIS BOOK. I WOULD RECOMMEND THIS BOOK.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2013

    Great book

    Loved this book and cant wait to read more from author!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 13, 2013

    very good

    Really enjoyed good story and well written

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2012

    Excellent Book - Great Value

    This is a sweet story of love, faith, hard work & dedication. The author writes in a similar style to that of Beverly Lewis (whose works I adore!), but goes into more depth with explaining the feelings of her characters as they face situations that rock the very foundations of their lives. I highly recommend this book to anyone who is a lover of Amish fiction. I am getting ready to delve into the 2nd book in the series, "Autumn Winds", and am looking forward to another wonderful-gut read! ;-)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2012

    I really liked this book. Is there one that follows this one?

    I really liked this book. Is there one that follows this one? I really want to read it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 30, 2012

    Great read!

    In the cozy Amish town of Willow Ridge, Rachel Lantz and her family is looking forward to a summer of courting and pie making. Rachel's mother's restaurant is a roaring success, allowing the widow to provide for her family while she sorts out her grief over her husband's passing. Rachel's longtime beau, Micah, is finally secure in his woodworking business and the pair are beginning to plan for their future together.

    Then Rachel's long-lost sister, wearing the gothic black of a wild Midwestern youth, comes into the restaurant seeking answers to her own past. Soon it seems that everyone in Willow Ridge is harboring secrets. Micah is secretively visiting to the new-found family member. Rachel's mother is struggling with her long-ago decision not to search for her lost daughter. Even the church elders seem to have their own motives for questioning Rachel's mother's faith and commitment to God and to their Amish ways. Will the summer of secrets be the end of the Lantz family and Rachel and Micah's future? Or will their tribulations only strengthen the bonds of family and love and faith in the Lord?

    Charlotte Hubbard's story of the Lantz family's many tests of faith is a rich and comforting read, full of heartbreak and joy and mouthwatering recipes for the Lantz family's homemade fare.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2014

    CONTINUE!!!

    Please please PLEASE

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2014

    Fanfic Reviewer

    Good read. Seems a little short, and getting used to cats with wings takes a little getting used to. Altogether, good readthrough.<br>
    Score: 8.25<br>
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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2014

    Great!

    Continue!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2014

    Good....

    Why do cats have wings though?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2014

    Shimmersong's Secret ~ Chapter 1 Part 1

    Shimmerkit laughed as she flew around camp on her night black wings which matched her black pelt. Her ginger and white sister, Brightkit, flew after her. They were training to race in SummerClan's rarely held Leader's Apprentice ceremony, in which kits competed to be the leader's apprentice. It was due time for Heatherstar to train an apprentice. Also, the leader's apprentice would become the next leader. Since Heatherstar's old apprentice, a tom warrior named Hawkstrike, had been killed, another Leader's Apprentice ceremony was due.<br>Another shecat, Firekit, flew by on her beautiful crimson wings. "Hello, Shimmerkit, hello, Brightkit," she called as she sped past them. Brightkit glared in Firekit's direction. "I heard from Eaglekit that she has a crush on Whitekit, too," she moaned. Whitekit, a pure white tom, was Brightkit's crush. Eaglekit was a tabby brown tom, Firekit's brother.<br>"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather at the Highrock!" Heatherstar called. "It is sunhigh. The Leader's Apprentice Competition is about to begin!" Shimmerkit and Brightkit joined Firekit, Eaglekit, and Whitekit. Also competing were Berrykit, a white and brown striped tom; Lichenkit, a gray shecat; Amberkit, a reddish-brown shecat; and Darkkit, a near-black tom.<br>The first part of the competition was a test of bravery. Kits were required to pad onto another clan's territory and stay until sundown. Shimmerkit, Brightkit, Whitekit, and Eaglekit went onto SpringClan territory; Firekit, Amberkit and Darkkit went onto AutumnClan territory; and Lichenkit boldly marched around the lake at the center of the four clans to WinterClan territory. All of the kits stayed there until sundown, and then returned. The second test was a (supposed) test of loyalty. The kits were to march into SpringClan's territory, yowl, "SummerClan is the best!", then come back. Only Darkkit and Amberkit refused to do it and were omitted from the contestants. The third test was a test of skill. The kits were to go anywhere in SummerClan territory, catch a piece of prey, and then come back and show it to the clan and Heatherstar. This time, Brightkit and Whitekit were out. Finally, only Shimmerkit, Firekit, and Lichenkit were left. They were to do something they should not do, but should do it anyway. The three kits set off at once to accomplish this final test.<br>Shimmerkit went to SpringClan. Firekit went to AutumnClan. And Lichenkit went to WinterClan.<br>All were determined. All were skilled. But only one would win.<p>[What do you think? Please help post ads for this if you want me to continue. Thank you! Btw, I ran out so that is why there is more than one part.]

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