Priscilla Allgyer knows she cannot leave the past behind. But can love lead her toward the promise of healing?
Priscilla Allgyer left the community to escape the expectations of Amish life. Now, years later, she is forced to return—along with her six-year-old son—to the place she thought she’d left behind forever. Though once estranged from her family, Priscilla is welcomed by her mother, but her father is cold and strict. He allows Priscilla to stay with them provided she dresses plainly, confesses her sins, and agrees to marry within the community. Once again, she feels suffocated, trapped, and alone.
As Priscilla reluctantly completes her shunning, she catches the eye of Mark Riehl, a farmer with a playboy reputation. Wary of Mark, Priscilla barely gives him the time of day—while Mark, unused to being ignored by the women of Bird-in-Hand, won’t give up the pursuit of her friendship. Priscilla desperately needs a friend in Mark, even if she doesn’t realize it—and after Priscilla’s father and the bishop catch her and Mark in a compromising situation, their relationship becomes more complicated than ever.
As affection quietly grows between them, Priscilla struggles to open her heart and reveal the painful secrets of her past. As Mark works to earn her good faith, can they both learn the hard lessons of love and trust? And can two friends discover a happiness that only God himself could have designed? The third book in the Amish Homestead series, A Seat by the Hearth invites us back to the Lancaster community where friendships are forged and love overcomes all.
About the Author
Amy Clipston is the award-winning and bestselling author of the Kauffman Amish Bakery, Hearts of Lancaster Grand Hotel, Amish Heirloom, and Amish Homestead series. Her novels have hit multiple bestseller lists including CBD, CBA, and ECPA. Amy holds a degree in communication from Virginia Wesleyan College and works full-time for the City of Charlotte, NC. Amy lives in North Carolina with her husband, two sons, and three spoiled rotten cats. Visit her online at Amy Clipston.com; Facebook: Amy Clipston Books; Twitter: @Amy Clipston.
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Priscilla Allgyer's hands trembled as her taxi sped down the two-lane road. When the Allgyer's Belgian and Dutch Harness Horses sign came into view, her stomach seemed to twist.
She turned to her son, who'd nodded off in the booster seat beside her.
"Ethan." She nudged him. "Ethan, wake up. We're here."
"Already?" His honey-brown eyes fluttered open as he yawned. "But I just fell asleep." He peered out the window as the Prius steered up the winding rock driveway.
When they reached the top, she could see her father's line of red barns and stables. She'd been away for eight years, but all the buildings looked as pristine as if they'd just been painted. Perhaps they had. The white split-rail fence lining the enormous, lush, rolling green pasture where his beautiful horses frolicked looked the same. The large, two-story whitewashed house where she was born and raised seemed just as immaculate. Every building, every blade of grass on her father's horse farm was as impeccable as she remembered.
If only her childhood had been as perfect.
"This is where you grew up, Mom?"
"Yes." Her chest constricted as the taxi bumped over the rocks. She cleared her throat and tried to shake off the apprehension coiling through her. When she left all those years ago, she promised she'd never return.
But here she was with nothing but a few dollars to her name and a child she'd had out of wedlock.
"It's nice." Ethan pointed to the row of barns after unbuckling himself. "It's a horse farm?" She nodded. Ethan lowered his window, and the humid July air mixed with the familiar aroma of moist earth and horses permeated the taxi and overpowered her senses.
"I can touch the horses?"
She shrugged. "I imagine so." If my father even allows us to stay. She shoved that thought away. Aside from a few nights in a motel and then a homeless shelter, her parents were her only hope.
Priscilla would do anything to give her son a safe home.
When she noticed movement in the corner of her vision, she turned toward her father's largest barn. The door had swung open, and a man stood with his back to the driveway. He looked taller than Robert Yoder, the farmhand who had worked for her father since she was a teenager. His shoulders seemed broader too. The taxi came to a halt in front of the house, and Priscilla's attention was drawn to her childhood home. Her palms began to sweat as she studied the wraparound porch. Her father's harsh voice and biting criticisms echoed in her mind, and when she closed her eyes and rubbed her temples against a coming headache, she could still see his disappointed face.
This was a mistake. Her father would never forgive her. Maybe they should have stayed in Baltimore with Trent. Her left hand moved to her right bicep, hidden by the three-quarter sleeve of her purple shirt. The situation there might have improved if she'd tried harder to keep Trent happy.
But it wasn't safe to keep Ethan in that environment! It was her duty to protect her son.
"Miss?" The taxi driver turned to face her. "I think we're here." Priscilla had just opened her mouth to respond when a tap near Ethan's open window startled her. She spun toward it and was surprised to find Mark Riehl peering in.
"Can I help —" He stopped, recognition sparkling in his bright-blue eyes. "Priscilla?"
"Mark. Hi." She tried to force a smile, but it felt more like a grimace.
"Your dat didn't mention you were coming home today." He glanced toward the house and then back at her.
"I didn't tell either of my parents I was coming." Her throat suddenly felt bone-dry.
"Oh." He smiled. "They're going to be surprised." That was an understatement. "Yes, they sure are."
Mark turned his attention to Ethan and smiled. "Hi. I'm Mark." He extended his arm through the open window, and Ethan shook his hand.
"Hi. I'm Ethan. I'm six and a half. We're here to visit my grandparents."
"It's nice to meet you." Mark grinned as his eyes flickered back to Priscilla.
She swallowed a groan. Why did Mark Riehl, one of her schoolmates and an acquaintance from her youth group, have to be at her father's farm when she arrived? Coming home was difficult enough. Facing a peer from her past made it even more painful. News of her arrival would rage through the community like wildfire, and she was certain that judgment would follow.
"Miss?" The driver faced her again. "Are you going to get out of the car? Or do you want me to take you somewhere else?"
Priscilla hesitated as anxiety gushed through her. If she told the driver to take her to the nearest motel, she and Ethan could try this again tomorrow. But Mark had already seen her and —
"Let's go, Mom!" Ethan's insistence broke through her thoughts.
Mark stepped back from the door as Ethan wrenched it open, climbed out of the taxi, and started for the front porch. Mark bent down and leaned inside. "Do you have any luggage?"
"Yes, I do." She pointed toward the trunk. "We have two big suitcases."
"I'll get them for you." Mark tapped the roof to signal the driver to open the trunk, pushed the door closed, and then disappeared around the back of the car.
Priscilla paid the fare and thanked the driver before getting out. The stifling heat slammed into her like a brick wall as she turned to where Mark had both suitcases already sitting on the driveway.
"Ethan," Mark called as he closed the trunk, "why don't you come pull one of these suitcases to the bottom of those steps for me?"
"Okay!" Ethan jogged back down the porch steps and grabbed the handle of one of the suitcases before bumping it along the rock path.
Priscilla fingered the strap of her purse as the yellow taxi steered back down the driveway. She should have asked the driver to take them to a motel. Her mother might welcome her, but her father would most likely slam the door in her face.
She looked up and found Mark studying her. He seemed taller than she remembered. While he'd always been taller than she was, as were most of her peers, he looked as if he towered over her five-foot-two stature by at least eight inches. Not only were his shoulders broader than she recalled, but his striking blue eyes seemed even more intelligent. He was more handsome than she remembered, too, with his light-brown hair, strong jaw, and electric smile.
He had an easy demeanor as well, and she bit back a frown. Mark Riehl had always been aware of just how attractive he was, and he enjoyed the attention of all the young women who followed him around, waiting for him to choose one of them to be his girlfriend.
Mark's twin sister, Laura, had been one of her best friends, but Mark had never seemed to notice Priscilla. No one did. She'd always felt as if she faded into the background with all the young men in their youth group. They noticed Laura and the other, prettier young women instead.
A smile turned up the corners of Mark's lips. "Are you ready to go into the haus?" He nodded toward the front porch. "Your dat walked inside a few minutes ago. I think your mamm is making supper."
"Mom!" Ethan's voice held a thread of whining as he called from the porch steps. "I'm hungry, and I need to use the bathroom."
"I'm coming." She started up the path with Mark at her side, and an awkward silence fell between them.
"What's that house for?" Ethan pointed toward the small cottage behind her parents' large farmhouse.
"That's called the daadihaus."
Ethan snickered. "The what house?"
"It's where my grandparents lived when I was little." Her heart felt heavy at the memory of her father's mother, who was widowed when Priscilla was still just a toddler. If only Mammi were still alive. She would've welcomed her and her son home. "My father's farmhand, Robert Yoder, lives there."
"He doesn't live there anymore." Mark lifted the suitcase he'd been pulling and carried it up the porch steps. "He quit a little over a year ago and moved to Ohio with his new fraa."
"What's a fraw?" Ethan scrunched his nose.
"Fraa means wife." Priscilla turned back to Mark. "Robert moved to Ohio?"
"Ya." He set down the suitcase. "He met a woman who was here visiting relatives, and they fell in love. They married, and he moved to Ohio, where she was from." He went back down the steps for the second suitcase.
"Who's working for my father, then?"
"I am." When Mark reached the porch again, he opened the screen door and set each suitcase inside the family room. Then he held the door open for her and Ethan.
Questions swirled through her mind. Why would Mark work for her father when his own father owned a dairy farm? Wouldn't he be expected to help run the family business?
As she followed Ethan into the house, memories mixed with the smell of fried chicken wafted over her. She scanned the family room. It was just as she remembered. The two brown sofas her parents purchased before she was born still sat in the middle of the room, flanked by their favorite tan wing chairs. The two propane lamps and the matching oak end tables and coffee table were the same too.
The doorway at the far side of the room led to a hallway that led to her parents' bedroom and a bathroom. The staircase to the four upstairs bedrooms and another bathroom sat to her left. The stairs seemed to beckon her to venture to the second floor to see if her old room was still decorated the way it was when she'd snuck out of the house that night, leaving a note promising to never return.
Ethan took her hand in his and tugged. "Where are my grandparents?"
"Your grandmother is probably through there." Priscilla pointed to the doorway to her right.
Taking a deep breath, she steered Ethan into the large kitchen. Her mother stood at the stove, her back to the doorway, turning over pieces of chicken with a pair of metal tongs.
"Yonnie, I told you I would call you when supper was ready." She lowered the f lame and half turned around. When her eyes focused on Priscilla and Ethan, she gasped and whirled. The tongs dropped to the floor with a clatter. "Priscilla?"
"Hi, Mamm." Tears stung Priscilla's eyes.
Mamm's mouth worked, but no words escaped.
"Hi." Ethan skipped over to her. "I'm Ethan, your grandson." He looked back at Priscilla over his shoulder. "How do you say grandson in Dutch?"
"Gross-sohn," Priscilla responded, her voice thick with raging emotion.
Mamm made a strangled noise and pulled Ethan into her arms. "My prayers have been answered!"
Priscilla wiped her eyes as guilt, hot and biting, nearly overcame her.
Mark leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms over his chest. "You haven't taught him Dutch." It was a statement, not a question.
"No." She shook her head. "His father didn't like me to speak it."
"Huh." Mark rubbed his clean-shaven chin.
"Priscilla." Mamm closed the distance between them and pulled her into a crushing hug, forcing the air from Priscilla's lungs. Then she stepped back and touched Priscilla's face. "You look tired."
"It's been a long day." Priscilla looked up at her mother, taking in her affectionate, dark-brown eyes and pretty face. Lines reflected the eight years that had passed.
"I can't believe you're here." A sheen of tears glistened in her eyes as she caressed the thick ponytail that cascaded past Priscilla's shoulders to the middle of her back. "Why didn't you call or write so I could prepare? I would have had your favorite meal ready for you."
"This wasn't planned. I mean, I had been hoping to come visit, but I ... Well, I wasn't sure when I was going to be able to ..." Her hand fluttered to her right bicep again.
There was so much she wanted to share with her mother, but she couldn't hurt her that way. Besides, they had an audience. Not only was Ethan there, but Mark Riehl, a man she'd never trust with her deepest secrets, was still watching them.
"I wanted to surprise you." Priscilla tried to smile, but her mother's eyes were assessing her. Mamm could probably sense she wasn't telling the truth.
"Are you back for gut?" Mamm touched Priscilla's cheek again.
"Possibly. Would that be okay?" Priscilla could hear the humiliating thread of supplication in her voice. She cleared her throat and glanced at Ethan, who had taken a seat at the long kitchen table where Priscilla had eaten all her meals while growing up.
"Of course it will be okay." Mamm nodded with emphasis. "This is still your home."
WillD at agree with that? Priscilla felt her lips press together with apprehension.
"Would you like me to carry the suitcases upstairs for you?" Mark asked.
Priscilla spun toward the doorway. Mark shifted his weight on his feet as if he were eager to leave.
"No, I think I can handle them, but thanks for offering."
Mark lifted an eyebrow. "They're pretty heavy. I don't mind carrying them up for you before I go." He gestured toward the suitcases. "Just let me know where you want them."
"It's fine. Really," Priscilla said, insisting.
Mark nodded. "All right. It was nice seeing you. I'll head home now." He nodded at her mother. "I'll see you tomorrow, Edna. Gut nacht." He turned to go.
"No, wait," Mamm called after him. "Stay for supper." Priscilla studied her mother. Why would her mother invite Mark to stay? Did she think his presence might keep her father from lashing out?
"Danki, but I need to get home." He jammed his thumb toward the front door. "Mei schweschder and her family are coming over for supper tonight."
"Laura?" Priscilla asked, her heart swelling with affection for her best friend. How she'd missed both Laura and their mutual best friend, Savilla Lapp, over the years. Leaving them behind had been almost as difficult as leaving her mother.
"Ya." Mark smiled. "She'll be froh to hear you're back."
"Oh. Tell her I said hello." Would Laura accept her back into the community after learning she'd had a child out of wedlock?
A door clicked shut somewhere in the house, and then Mark looked toward the far end of the family room. "Hi, Yonnie. I was just getting ready to leave."
"Where did these suitcases come from? Is someone here visiting? Why didn't I know about this?"
Priscilla trembled at the sound of Dat's voice. The moment had arrived. Her father might tell her and Ethan to leave. She held her breath and sent a silent prayer to God.
Please let him take pity on Ethan and me. I need to stay until I can earn enough money to rent a safe place for us. Please help me be the mother Ethan deserves.
"Yonnie!" Mamm called. "You have to see who's here! It's a miracle."
"Ethan." Priscilla held out her hand. "Come here and meet your grandfather."
Ethan crossed the kitchen to stand next to her, a smile spreading across his face. Surely her father wouldn't break her son's heart. Dat appeared in the kitchen doorway, and although his dark-brown hair was now threaded with gray, he was the same tall, wide, overbearing man she remembered.
"Priscilla?" He seemed surprised, but then the look in his dark eyes turned fierce. "What are you wearing?" His eyes moved up and down her attire.
Her cheeks heated as she brushed her sweaty palms over her worn jeans.
Dat's face transformed into a deep scowl as his eyes trained on hers again. "Why isn't your head covered?" His words seemed to punch her in the stomach.
"I'll get you a headscarf." Mamm hurried into the utility room off the kitchen.
"Yonnie," Mark called from behind her father. "I'm going to leave."
Priscilla had forgotten Mark was standing there until he spoke, and she longed to run and hide under the table. Why did he have to witness this painful and embarrassing conversation? When her father didn't respond, Mark stayed put. Why didn't he just leave? He'd already said good-bye.
"Who is this?" Dat pointed to Ethan.
"My son." Priscilla's voice was soft and shaky. Why did she allow her father to steal her confidence? She forced herself to stand a little taller as she addressed him. Then she turned to Ethan. She had to shield him from her father's festering anger and disapproval.
"Why don't you go use the bathroom in the hallway?" She pointed toward the family room. "Just walk through there. You'll see the door to the bathroom down on the right."
Ethan hesitated, dividing a look between Priscilla and her father. Then he nodded and hurried off.
"Didn't Mamm tell you about him? We exchanged letters."
Dat looked toward the utility room. "Your mamm didn't tell me she wrote to you. I told her any contact with you is forbidden because you're shunned." His icy voice seemed to bounce off the cabinets before seeping through her skin.
"Here you go." Mamm appeared beside her with a light-blue scarf. "Put this over your hair. I kept your dresses, so you can put one on tomorrow." She gave Priscilla a smile that seemed more forced than genuine.(Continues…)
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This is book three in the Amish Homestead series. I was hooked from the very first page. Once I started I didn't want to put it down. It held my interest from the first page to the last. It was a page turner and I loved that. That's when you know your reading an wonderful book. I didn't want it to end. Amy has done it again this was a wonderful book. Go get your copy today.
Another emotional, heart wrenching story from Amy Clipston that will keep you turning pages to the very end! I love this series! Book 3 in The Amish Homestead Series is a must read! I loved getting to watch Mark and Priscilla's story unfold and to see what God had in store for their lives. As always, Amy Clipston did a great job of bringing the story and its characters to life. While this is book 3 in the series, it can be read as a stand-a-lone book, but I would recommend reading the first two books just to better understand the characters in this family. I received a copy of this book from Netgalley and the publisher, but not required to give a positive review. This is my honest opinion of this book.'
A Seat by the Hearth by Amy Clipston returns us to Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Priscilla Allgyer is returning to her parent’s home after eight years with her six year old son, Ethan. Her mother, Edna welcomes her, but her father, Yonnie is just as cold, critical and disapproving as ever. Priscilla is thankful that he is kind to her son and that is what is most important to her. Yonnie will allow her to stay if she follows certain rules. He insists that Priscilla and Ethan wear Amish dress, visit the Bishop right away confess her sins and to get right with the church since she is currently shunned, and then he wants her to find an acceptable husband. Mark Riehl is now working for Yonnie helping him train horses and he is known for charming the local females. Priscilla is the first woman to not fall for his charm and is leery of trusting any man after her experience with Ethan’s father. As time passes, they are slowly becoming friends. One day Priscilla is upset, and she is talking to Mark in the barn. Yonnie and the Bishop walk in and misconstrue the situation. Priscilla must make a choice that not only affects her, but Mark, Ethan and their families. Can Priscilla learn to trust Mark and build a future with him? A Seat by the Hearth is a lovely story. I thought it was well-written with steady pacing. There are good characters and a beautiful setting. Priscilla is reluctant to return home to her father’s dictatorial rule, but she has no other options. Yonnie has been indifferent, stern and judgmental of Priscilla her whole life. She wishes her family was more like the warm and welcoming Riehl’s. Mark is a charmer and he knows it. He has yet to feel the need to settle down. Mark is baffled by Priscilla’s indifference. He sees how Yonnie treats Priscilla and he wants to be her friend. I like how the relationship between Mark and Priscilla progresses slowly. They are attracted to each other in the beginning, but they take the time to get to know one other. In Priscilla’s case, she has issues to overcome before she can begin again with someone new. I appreciated that we get to see how actions speak louder than words. Amy Clipston created delightful characters for this story and the main characters complement each other. We also learn how upbringing can affect a person (we learn from our parents). The series issue of abuse is handled carefully and responsibly. Some of the Christian elements present in A Seat by the Heart are prayer, forgiveness, forgiveness and trusting in God. While A Seat by the Hearth is the third book in An Amish Homestead series, it can be read alone. Personally, I have enjoyed the journey with the Riehl family in each new book, and I am glad that I read them in order. I started A Seat by the Hearth and finished it within three hours. Amy Clipston has an appealing writing style. It is like Amy is sitting in a chair by the fire and telling us a story. A Seat by the Hearth is an engaging and emotional novel with heartwarming characters.
Let me start out by saying although this is book three in the series, you could read it as a standalone. However, reading books one and two will make book three richer for you. Author Amy Clipston continues to get better with each book, and that’s saying a lot as I believe she is one of the best authors of Amish fiction. This book, in my opinion, is quite possibly her finest so far. Clipston doesn’t shy away from difficult subjects, such as abusive relationships, and shunning. But as always, she wraps it up with forgiveness and redemption. The characters in A Seat by the Hearth are well developed and very believable. You will fall in love with them; especially Mark. To see how he developed as the story went along was wonderful; it is so well written. This book has all of the feelings; heartache, sadness, anger, and joy. I seriously couldn’t put it down and read it as quickly as possible just to see what would happen next. And yet, I didn’t want it to end. I highly recommend adding this to your library! I received a complimentary copy of this book but was not required to leave a review.
In this third book in the Amish Homestead series, we find the characters of Priscilla Allgyer and Mark Riehl. Priscilla, who left the Amish community several years previously to live the English life, now has a young son and feels she has to escape the son’s abusive father, so returns to her Amish family. Her mother is overjoyed to have her return home, but her strict father, requires her to follow his rules in order to remain in their home. She struggles with doing this, or trying to go back out into the English world and be on her own. Mark Riehl, who works for her father and is the brother of Priscilla’s best friend is drawn into her father’s plans for her and she wants nothing to do with it, however, feels she has to keep her son’s best interest above her own. Will these two be able to overcome their fears and animosities to become more than just friends and discover love in their future? This was a very enjoyable, easy to read book that I would highly recommend to others. I received a complimentary copy of this book from Zondervan through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.
A Seat by the Hearth by Amy Clipston is the third book in An Amish Homestead series. This amazing series will capture your heart from the very beginning. Priscilla Allgyer has been away from her Amish community and home for eight years. Forced home from an abusive relationship, Priscilla finds herself in another verbally abusive relationship with her father. This is the reason she left the community in the first place. Since leaving eight years ago, Priscilla's father has hired Mark Riehl to help him with work on his horse farm. Mark, along with his twin sister, Laura, whom Priscilla is good friends with, encourages Priscilla to stay in the Amish community. You won't want to miss what happens next in the story. You won't want to put this story down until you finish it! Amy Clipston does a great job of bringing the characters to life. You will feel like you are right there with them in beautiful Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. They experience circumstances that we can all relate to, including, anger, frustration, hope, love and faith. I highly recommend checking this book out! I voluntarily reviewed a copy of this book from NetGalley and have given my honest opinion.
I absolutely loved this wonderful story! I have enjoyed every book in this series so far and can definitely say that the Amish Homestead series is proving to be one of my favorite Amish romance series that I have read. If you have not read the previous books, you should still be able to enjoy this one. Just know that previous siblings and their families play a large part in this book. A Seat by the Hearth is not only a tale in which a gentle romance unfolds. It is also a story in which the brutal effects of abuse, both verbal and physical, is explored. Priscilla and Mark are characters that I could not help but love. Mark’s lighthearted, teasing manner brought many fun moments into the story, yet the reader gets to see inside this ladies man to the caring and loving person he truly is. And Priscilla, a loving mother who wants to protect her child, has been so wounded in her past that she does not see herself as worthy of love. Mark is just the man to help her learn to understand what a treasure she is. I highly recommend this novel and the entire series. I received a complimentary copy of this book. All opinions are my own.
A Seat by the Hearth by Amy Clipston is book 3 in the Amish Homestead series. I have not read the first two yet. I can honestly say it can be read as a stand alone. Having read other books by Ms Clipston I was excited to read this one and was not disappointed. This is a heartwarming story that I did not want to put down. The main characters are great and the story flows. I love Mark, Priscilla, and Ethan. The supporting characters are also likeable. Clipston tackles the stories of today and shows the Amish have to deal with the same life events of the English. I received a complimentary copy of this book from Zondervan through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.
A seat by the Hearth ( An Amish Homestead Novel-Book 3 ) By: Amy Clipston A Seat by the Hearth is book three by Amy Clipston in An Amish homestead novel Series. Amy Clipston just keeps getting better. Love the story it was well written and the characters well developed. I did not want to put it down. This is one of those page turner. I caught myself trying to read faster to see what was going to happen next. Ms. Clipston carries us back to an Amish home in Lancaster Co., Pa. This was a very powerful and emotional story about abuse, love, and forgiveness. This is Mark and Priscilla’s story. Priscilla comes back home with a son after several years and is shunned. Mark is a bachelor and a ladies man. Priscilla catches Mark’s eye, but she thinks she has had enough hurt and does not need anymore. I loved the story , but felt really sorry for Priscilla. I caught myself with tears in my eyes several times. I was given a complimentary ARC by NetGalley and the Publishing Company, but was not told that I had to give positive review. All opinions are my own.
In Book Three of The Amish Homestead Series, Author Amy Clipston takes us back to visit our favorite Amish family in Lancaster Co, PA, The Riehls. This time it’s Mark’s story, a confirmed bachelor with a reputation for enjoying spending time with the young women in the community. Priscilla Allgyer left her Amish home to escape her father’s expectations only to find herself in an abusive relationship. Once her situation becomes unbearable, she leaves with her son, Ethan. She returns home knowing she will be shunned. When she catches the eye of Mark Riehl, he is determined to reach out and be a friend. She is just as resolute to not be one of his conquests. Misunderstandings abound, and the emotions will pull at your heartstrings. I have enjoyed this series. Each is stand-alone. Definitely, a great addition for your to-be-read pile! I received a complimentary copy from NetGalley. The opinions are my own.
A SEAT. BY THE HEARTH. Amy.Clipston Priscilla,no matter how she left it, with her son, she has returned, after eight years. Amish community, one hopes she is welcomed, though her childhood was not perfect, and she was shunned. A mother’s welcome, but, not her father’s. Wanting a safe, and healthy environment for her son.if not, she would leave. Table to the side, for one, her, how does one explain that to a child. A mother’s plea to stay, she had keep in contact with her daughter, by writing,that too was forbidden. Mark worked for her father, and he was critical, wanting everything perfect, making everyday work hard. A father’s rules if she stayed, one surprised her, find a husband and father, to right her situation. She left one type of prison, would it be better here. If the Bishop allowed her to confess, and rejoin, would that help. Heartbreaking story of a mistake made, when she was young, would she every have a happy life, Mark wants friendship would she ever accept. Powerful story of the heartache of Priscilla, hoping for love and acceptance Given ARC by Net Galley and Zondervan for my voluntary review and my honest opinion.
An enjoyable read from beginning to end, and kept me page turning. The author gives us a woman that leaves and abusive home and ends up in another, and to make it more interesting she is Amish. When she returns to the Amish she comes with her sweet six-year-old son Ethan, and what a joy he is. I loved how the situation with the violent boyfriend was resolved, and never saw it coming. Now this is the third book in this series, and loved being back with old friends, but this book can stand alone. I received this book through Net Galley and the Publisher Zondervan, and was not required to give a positive review.
Amy has another winner here! This was a wonderful story, I read it in one day, which is fast for me considering the book was over 300 pages. A lot of different abuse in the story, can it be overcome through love and faith, can it be forgiven, you'll have to read to find out. I guess I missed out on the first two books in the series so I have to go back and catch up. From the blurbs on the first two books, it would be better to read the series in order.