The Bride of Ivy Green (Tales from Ivy Hill Series #3)

The Bride of Ivy Green (Tales from Ivy Hill Series #3)

by Julie Klassen

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ISBN-13: 9780764218187
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Publication date: 12/04/2018
Series: Tales from Ivy Hill Series , #3
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 195,537
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.60(h) x 1.40(d)

About the Author

Julie Klassen worked in Christian publishing for 16 years and now writes full-time. Three of her novels have won the Christy Award for Historical Romance. Julie has also won the Minnesota Book Award, Christian Retailing's Best Award, and the Midwest Book Award, and has been a finalist in the RWA RITA Awards and ACFW Carol Awards. Julie and her husband have two sons and live in St. Paul, Minnesota. For more information, visit www.julieklassen.com and www.talesfromivyhill.com.

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CHAPTER 1

February 1821

Ivy Hill, Wiltshire, England

Mercy Grove could no longer put off the painful task. Her brother had recently married and would soon return from his wedding trip, ready to move with his new bride into Ivy Cottage — the home Mercy and Aunt Matilda had long viewed as their own.

Mr. Kingsley and one of his nephews had already relocated the bookcases to the circulating library's new location in the former bank building and helped return the drawing room to its original purpose. It was time for her schoolroom to follow suit.

The Groves' manservant had carried the desks, globes, and schoolbooks up to the attic, and now all that was left to move was Mercy's prized wall slate.

Resigned to the inevitable, she asked Mr. Basu to take down the slate for her, but the manservant stood, knuckle pressed to his lip, uncertainty written on his golden-brown face. He sent her an apologetic look.

"If it breaks, it breaks," Mercy said, more casually than she felt. She reminded herself she was no longer a teacher, but rational or not, she wished to save the slate intact. Just in case.

She recalled her father's consoling words. "I know you will miss your school. But if nothing else, you might help educate George's children one day." But as George had just married, it would be several years at least until she had a niece or nephew to teach.

As the two stood contemplating the framed slate, the sound of knocking on the front door reached them. Mr. Basu hurried off to answer it, clearly relieved for an excuse to postpone the task.

A few moments later, her aunt poked her head into the schoolroom. "Mercy? Mr. Kingsley is here."

"Oh? I did not know we were expecting him."

"I happened to mention you were unsure how to remove the slate in one piece, and he offered to help."

"Aunt Matty, we have asked too much of Mr. Kingsley already. He —"

Before Mercy could complete her objection, her aunt opened the door wider, revealing tall Joseph Kingsley standing behind her, hat in hand. His sandy hair looked damp from a recent bath.

"Morning, Miss Grove."

Mercy's hand went to her throat. Could he see her pulse beating there? She fiddled with the fichu tucked into her neckline. "Mr. Kingsley. Thank you for coming, but are you not needed at the Fairmont?"

He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Oh, my brothers will get along without me for one morning. Besides, work has slowed to a trickle with Mr. Drake away so much."

Mr. Drake had taken Alice home to introduce her to his parents. Mercy had yet to see them since their return. How she missed the dear girl.

Aunt Matilda backed from the room, eyes twinkling. "Now that Mr. Kingsley is here, Mr. Basu and I will see if Mrs. Timmons needs any help in the kitchen."

Not very subtle, Mercy thought, cheeks self-consciously warm.

When the door closed behind him, Mr. Kingsley stepped forward. "You traveled after the holidays, I understand. I came to call once and found only Mr. Basu in residence."

Mr. Kingsley had come to call? Mercy had seen him on a few occasions since then, and he'd never mentioned it, although his nephew had been with him at the time. "I am sorry to have missed you. Was there ... something you needed?"

"Nothing in particular. Just to see how you fared and if you'd had a happy Christmas."

"That was kind of you. Aunt Matilda and I spent some time with my parents in London, and then we all traveled north to attend my brother's wedding."

"You traveled with only your parents and aunt?" he asked.

"Yes. Why?"

He looked down, twisting his hat brim. "I recall that you planned to give your suitor an answer by Christmas."

Embarrassment heated her face once more. Why had she burdened poor Mr. Kingsley with all her woes?

"I did, yes."

"And may I ask what your answer was?"

She gestured around the empty space. "I should think that obvious, as we are dismantling my schoolroom to make way for the new master and mistress."

He winced, and Mercy instantly regretted her sharp tone.

"Forgive me," she said. "I know bitterness does not become me. I thought I had accepted the situation, but apparently not."

"I understand. I did not want to assume. The professor must have been terribly disappointed."

"I don't know. He wrote back to tell me he postponed his retirement for another term. I suppose you think it was foolish of me to refuse him. My parents certainly do."

"Wise or not, I cannot say. I am not sorry to hear it, only surprised. Your mother described him as perfect for you. Educated, well-read, an Oxford tutor. Not many in this parish have such qualifications."

She looked down. "I am not so exacting, I assure you."

"You should be. You deserve the best, Miss Grove."

Mercy was taken aback by his earnest tone. Was he applying for the position? But when she found the courage to look into his face, he quickly averted his gaze.

Mercy swallowed. "And you, Mr. Kingsley?"

"Me? I would never presume to be worthy, uneducated as I —"

"I meant, did you have a happy Christmas?"

"Oh." A flush crept up his fair neck. "I ... yes. I spent Christmas with my parents and brothers, and Twelfth Night with ... in Basingstoke."

"Basingstoke? With your wife's family?"

His eyes flashed to hers in surprise.

She hurried to explain. "You mentioned that was where you met your wife." And, Mercy recalled, where she had died in childbirth only a year after they wed, their child with her.

He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Right." He turned abruptly to the slate mounted on the wall. "Let's see about taking this down, then."

Seeing his obvious discomfort, Mercy was sorry she had mentioned his wife.

He walked closer and ran his fingers over the frame. "I'll do my best, but slate is fragile. There's a high risk of cracking."

"I understand. I trust you. You can do it if anyone can."

"I'll try to live up to that, but I haven't much experience with slate. I will need help lowering it once I begin prying the frame from the wall. Perhaps Mr. Basu?"

"Yes. I will go and ask him to join us."

Mr. Basu reluctantly followed Mercy back up to the schoolroom, padding quietly on his pointed leather slippers. He stood at the other end of the slate, awaiting instructions. Curiosity and keen intelligence shone in his dark eyes as he glanced from Mr. Kingsley to her and back again.

From his toolbox, Mr. Kingsley extracted a crowbar. Then both men looked at her once more.

"You're certain?" Mr. Kingsley asked.

The two simple words meant so much more.

She made do with a nod, fearing if she spoke, her voice would crack, and she wanted no cracks today.

Mr. Kingsley held her gaze a moment longer, then nodded to Mr. Basu.

"Just hold that end steady as I pry around this edge."

The two men worked in silence, communicating with looks and small gestures.

Mr. Kingsley pried slowly and carefully, and Mercy held her breath. As he levered up the last corner, a sickening snap rent the air, and a jagged line snaked up one side.

"Dash it," he murmured.

Mr. Basu muttered something in his mother tongue.

Mercy pressed a hand to her mouth. She felt that crack run straight through her heart.

Mr. Kingsley looked at her over his shoulder, crestfallen. "I am sorry, Miss Grove."

"It isn't your fault. Besides, it is not as though I have any plans for it."

He carefully extracted the loose piece, and then the men lifted the frame. "Where shall we put it?"

"Let's store it in the attic for now." With the rest of my hopes and dreams. Mercy reminded herself that God did not promise ease and happiness in this life. But He did promise peace and joy, and she was determined to hold on to both, somehow.

* * *

The next morning Mercy and Matilda helped the servants begin an early spring cleaning to prepare Ivy Cottage for its new residents. There was a great deal to do and only a few of them to accomplish it.

Becky Morris offered to paint the walls of the former schoolroom, which showed signs of fading once the large slate had been removed. To spare Mr. Basu the task of washing the outside windows — he was not as young as he used to be — Mercy borrowed a tall ladder from Becky and hired one of the Mullins boys to do so. The strapping boy, who was always looking for extra work, also helped Mr. Basu bring down her grandparents' old bedroom furniture stored in the attic these last ten years.

Needing to stretch their household budget after so many added expenses, they economized with simple meals and scant meat while planning a more extravagant dinner to welcome George and Helena home. At her mother's suggestion, they had engaged a kitchen maid to assist Mrs. Timmons. Her father had said he would increase their allowance accordingly but had yet to do so. Mercy hoped he would, especially now that she no longer received any income from her school to help make ends meet.

They worked steadily until the day of her brother's return. The new-married couple was due to arrive at four. By half past three, old Mrs. Timmons was perspiring and red-faced from her extra exertions over a hot stove, and the new kitchen maid, Kitty McFarland, looked about to weep. Agnes Woodbead ran between kitchen and dining room, laying out the best china and silver and arranging flowers from Mrs. Bushby's greenhouse on the table.

Mercy and Matilda scurried about as well, straightening and adding finishing touches to the newly restored master bedroom. Mercy set a vase of hothouse flowers on the bedside table, checked to make sure freshly laundered hand towels were folded neatly at the washstand, and smoothed the lace cover, purchased from the Miss Cooks, on the dressing table.

Soon the room was fresh and tidy, but a passing glance in the mirror told Mercy they were not.

"Aunt Matty, do take off your apron. They shall be here at any time."

Matilda surveyed Mercy as she did so. "And you ought to change your frock and comb your hair, my dear."

"Perhaps we had both better change."

Matilda readily agreed, and in the jerky nod and distracted gaze, Mercy realized her aunt was as nervous about the new arrivals as she was.

The two women retreated to their rooms, helping each other into gowns more suitable for receiving guests. Then Mercy quickly brushed and repinned her hair and turned to her aunt for approval. "All right?"

"Very nice, my dear. Me?"

Mercy regarded the thin flushed face, out-of-fashion primrose yellow gown, and wispy grey curls. She extracted a stray cobweb from her aunt's hair and smoothed an errant tuft. "Perfect. Remember, we must be on our best behavior. We are the visitors now."

Matilda nodded. "I shall try."

When the hired chaise arrived, Mercy and her aunt waited in the vestibule while Mr. Basu went out to meet it, looking smarter than usual in a crisply ironed high-colored jacket over his traditional loose trousers. As always, a soft cotton cap covered his black hair.

They watched through the window as a groom hopped down to lower the chaise step and open the door. Then he returned to the boot to unfasten trunks and valises and hand them to Mr. Basu.

Mercy's tall brother alighted first, reaching back to help his dainty wife down. Helena looked regal in purple-and-gold carriage dress and fashionable hat. She glanced up at Ivy Cottage and, if Mercy was not mistaken, was not overly impressed with what she saw.

Mercy's stomach tightened. She silently asked God to help this first encounter go well and for Helena to approve of the Ivy Cottage servants, who were worried about their future employment if they failed to please their new mistress. A second woman, dark-haired and dressed in serviceable black, emerged next, a stack of bandboxes in hand. Helena's lady's maid, Mercy guessed. She hoped Agnes had remembered to ready the room next to hers as well.

Mercy's heart pounded. Foolish girl, it is only your brother and his wife. There was nothing to be frightened of. Beside her, Aunt Matty clutched her hand.

Mercy reached out to open the door, but Matilda kept hold of her hand, gesturing with a nod for Agnes — in her best dress and freshly laundered apron — to open it. Mercy supposed her aunt was right. First impressions mattered. A woman like the former Helena Maddox would expect a servant to open the door. She would no doubt prefer a tall liveried footman, but short Agnes Woodbead or silent Mr. Basu would have to do. At least for the present. Mercy wondered if, and when, Helena would begin making changes. It was her household to manage now as she saw fit.

As he entered the vestibule, George stretched out his arms, a charming smile dimpling his face. "Well, here we are."

"Welcome home, George." Aunt Matty returned his smile.

George kissed his aunt's cheek and Mercy's, then turned to his wife. "You remember my darling wife, I trust?"

Helena said coolly, "Of course they do, George. We met at the wedding. And I have a name, you know."

"You do indeed, Helena. Although I prefer Mrs. Grove." He winked at his wife, but she ignored his teasing.

"A pleasure to see you again, Helena," Aunt Matty said.

"Yes, welcome to Ivy Cottage," Mercy added. Noticing Mr. Basu still carrying baggage through the side door, she said, "Here, let Agnes take your things."

Helena's gaze swept over Agnes's plain form with a small wrinkle between her brows. Mercy reminded herself not to be prejudiced where her new sister-in-law was concerned. Just because Helena was raised in a wealthy home did not mean the woman would be critical or difficult to please — she hoped.

Mercy smiled at Helena. "Dinner will be ready soon, and I imagine you will want to freshen up first?"

"Dinner ... so early? Ah yes, we are in rural Wiltshire now, with its charming country manners. We are accustomed to dining later. I will need time to rest and change."

Mercy felt her smile falter, thinking of Mrs. Timmons's exhausting efforts to prepare an elegant meal and to have everything ready at just the right time.

Helena directed her next comment to Agnes. "And a hot bath, if you please."

A hot bath — now? When every inch of the stove was covered with cooking pots and simmering sauce pans, and their small staff stretched thin as it was?

George glanced from woman to woman, then spoke up. "My dear, might your bath not wait a bit? I can smell our dinner, and my mouth is watering already. It has been far too long since I've tasted Mrs. Timmons's cooking. Come, my dear. We can alter meal times in future, but if everything is ready now ..."

Mercy's heart warmed to her brother, who at that moment seemed less like the stranger she had felt him to be at the wedding and more like the sibling she recalled.

His wife's eyes shone icy blue. "Heaven forbid you should miss a meal, my dear. If the bath must wait, so be it. But I will need an hour at least to rest and dress." She patted George's waistcoat and looked at Mercy. "Married life agrees with your brother, as you see, Miss Grove. He has gained a stone or more since we became engaged. He ate his way through every city on our wedding trip."

An uneasy smile lifted her brother's handsome features. "And why not? What a delicious opportunity to sample the cuisine of several different regions."

"Sounds wonderful," Matilda agreed. "We look forward to hearing all about your travels."

While the newcomers went upstairs to rest and change, Mercy hurried to the kitchen to inform Mrs. Timmons to delay the meal. Mrs. Timmons grumbled, doubting it would look or taste nearly as good after being kept warm for an hour, predicting the new mistress would send her packing for serving fallen Yorkshire puddings, reheated meat, and congealed sauces.

"She will understand," Mercy said, trying to reassure her. "After all, she was the one who postponed the meal."

At least Mercy hoped she would understand. Kitty and Agnes were still young and could likely find new employment, but if Helena dismissed Zelda Timmons or Mr. Basu, both would struggle to find new positions — Mrs. Timmons because of her age, and Mr. Basu because he was a foreigner in a land sometimes unwelcoming to darker-skinned people. Both were dependable and hardworking. She hoped Helena would come to think so as well.

An hour later, Mercy reached the dining room first and watched as her sister-in-law descended the stairs in a vibrant indigo gown with a high lace collar. The petite woman possessed fair skin and delicate patrician features. Cool hauteur pinched her small mouth, but she had likely been an angelic-looking child with a halo of blond curls. Now Helena wore her hair in an ornate style, with braids from ear to ear and tight pin curls fringing her forehead like curtain tassels.

Mercy felt large, awkward, and ill-dressed in her presence, especially as Helena's gaze traveled over her inelegant form with silent censure, or at least pity.

(Continues…)


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The Bride of Ivy Green (Tales from Ivy Hill Series #3) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
BBulow 19 hours ago
This is a beautiful, satisfying conclusion to the Ivy Hill series, one that I both dreaded ending yet couldn't read fast enough to see what happened to my friends. While I am very attached to Jane and loved seeing her story continue here, I was thrilled to see Mercy, who I consider to be the other main character, get so much page time here. Her story is just so lovely and endearing, and after a lot of heartache, it was good to see her happiness. Although there were a few times that I wondered how it would come about, and it left me wishing more for another character, all in all, Mercy's story culminates in just the way it needs to. Jane's story has several new discoveries that kept it feeling fresh and entertaining. I also appreciated that life's stings are still present, as to make everything work out perfectly would have felt a bit unrealistic. It very much has the feeling of taking the bitter with the sweet and appreciating what you're given. I wasn't quite as enamored as the third story line of Victorine, but in the end, it's neat to see where she fits in and solves a significant mystery that harkens back to the first book. I was pleased - more like thrilled - to find out that there will be a Christmas novella. I know who I'd like it to be about, but of course, will be happy just to be back in Ivy Hill again. I have loved this series and am definitely sad to see its end. I do strongly recommend reading this one from the beginning, as so much builds with each book. It's a series that I could read again one day. Now to begin the long wait until another novel by Julie Klassen. Also, if you need a refresher on the characters, there is a list on the Ivy Hills website.
SusanSnodgrassBookworm 4 days ago
'Mercy reminded herself that God did not promise ease and happiness in this life. But He did promise peace and joy, and she was determined to hold on to both, somehow.' I have sincerely looked forward to Julie Klassen's final of her Tales from Ivy Hill series. I certainly have thoroughly enjoyed reading each book. In fact, I have read all her books, not just this series, and have never been disappointed in one of them. Mercy Grove has lost her precious girls' school and has simply resigned herself to life as a spinster dependent on the kindnesses of her family. When her brother returns to Ivy Cottage with his new wife, things just don't seem like they will guarantee a pleasant future. And Jane Bell is also facing some challenges in her own life. Can she give up her inn if it means marrying Gabriel Locke? Can she doom him to a childless marriage? In the midst of all this, a new seamstress comes to town and all it not as it seems with this lady. Surprises lie in store for many here and dreams are on their way to coming true. I laughed and wept during the reading of this book. Julie Klassen has brought this series to an end in a most admirable, satisfying and delightful way. I enjoyed it tremendously. Highly recommended. *My thanks to Bethany House and the author for a copy of this book. All opinions stated are entirely my own.
Anonymous 6 days ago
Julie Klassen brings the reader back to the beautiful village Ivy Hill in The Bride of Ivy Green. At the end of The Innkeeper of Ivy Hill, I was eager to hear what would be next for Mercy and Jane. This one picks up those threads and creates a beautiful tapestry with them. We are introduced to several new characters including a new dressmaker and prospective grooms of Miss Brockwell. I love village stories, full of delightful people and multiple storylines, and this is a prime example. To share more of the journey would be to give away the delight of experiencing it first hand but I can say it adventurous, interesting, moving and heartfelt. Life is never straightforward with easy decisions, Julie Klassen captures the tension of decision-making beautifully and brings God in lightly but wisely. The ending is wonderful and I’m sad to say goodbye to this cast and am excited there may be a novella coming yet! If you haven’t tried this series, do! You don’t have to start at the beginning, but it’s worth going through all three! I highly recommend it, five out five on the en-JOY-ment.
MJK108 7 days ago
Welcome back to Ivy Hill in Wiltshire, England! Another year has passed since we last heard from the ladies of Ivy Hill! Once again we meet up with Mercy, Jane, and Rachel along with many of the other quaint and intriguing characters inhabiting the village of Ivy Hill. Life in the village seems particularly busy at this time and Jane and Mercy play the predominant role in this final story in the series. The themes of love, loss, and changing one’s dreams to fit reality reverberate through the story as Mercy and Jane each work toward finding their personal happy ending. However, happy endings do not come without difficulties and some pain along the way. Read this delightful Regency tale to find out how Mercy and Jane come to terms with their dreams and their lives in the charming little village of Ivy Hill. This ARC copy was received from Bethany House Publishers and Netgalley.com. The above thoughts and opinions are wholly my own.
BlueJeansAndTeacups 12 days ago
*** VILLAGE LIFE REMINISCENT OF LARK RISE TO CANDLEFORD*** If you have ever watched the BBC series Lark Rise to Candleford, these books very much remind me of that TV show, with its many different characters, points of view, and various village locations. Ivy Hill, Wiltshire, England, Feb 1821. The third installment of Tales from Ivy Cottage finds spinster Mercy Grove and her Aunt Matilda preparing for the arrival of her brother George and his new wife to return from their wedding trip and move into their home, effectively taking over the cottage. She has already closed her school and her future seems uncertain. Her new sister-in-law seems bothered at moving into an already occupied home and her disposition is rather cool toward the lower class villagers. There are returning characters from the past two books; Jane Fairmont again taking a lead role in the story. There are new characters whose past is a secretive mystery, but nothing of danger or intrigue. As in the previous two novels, there is quite a lot to keep up with as this book has over 50 chapters. If you enjoy quaint village life along with a nod to the hierarchy of the social classes, I would recommend reading all three of the books back to back. Otherwise, it is a bit hard to recall the many storylines. The author provides many interesting tidbits found on TalesFromIvyhill dot com including a character directory (although book 3 is not as well represented on that list), a map of the village, some of her travels to Wiltshire, etc. Favorite Quote: Mercy reminded herself that God did not promise ease and happiness in this life. But He did promise peace and joy, and she was determined to hold on to both, somehow. Tea Quote: “I have a family obligation tonight, but I might wander back here tomorrow evening f you think you might be having a late-night cup of tea?” She grinned. “Yes, I think there is every chance I shall be thirsty by then.” Bethany House Publishing Discussion questions at the end of each book Tales from Ivy Hill Series: The Innkeeper of Ivy Hill – Book 1, Dec 2016 The Ladies of Ivy Cottage – Book 2, Dec 2017 The Bride of Ivy Green – Book 3, Dec 2018 I received an ARC of this book via NetGalley in exchange for my honest opinion with no further compensation.
marongm8 12 days ago
The Bride of Ivy Green is Jane Austen meets the book The Whole Town is Talking. The story begins with Jane Bell the owner of the Inn and the most eligible Bachelorette of Ivy Hill. Her former gentleman Gabriel Locke returns with big news on the intention of marriage and moving away from Ivy Hill putting Jane in a difficult predicament. Now, with new directions for most of the women in Ivy Hill and new women arriving, whom can they trust and who will be the new Bride of Ivy Green? I can definitely see this becoming a new drama either TV Series or movie that the audience can relate to just like some of the Jane Austen classics. This was the type of book you wanted to keep on reading to find out what happens to each of the characters and of course the answer to the major question, who is the bride of Ivy Green. That is why we give this book 5 stars.
AMHeath 12 days ago
My Thoughts: The Bride of Ivy Green is the happy conclusion that fans of the series have been waiting for. We're back to the cozy Regency setting with the friends that we had made in the previous books. Klassen has several surprises and unexpected turns in store for the readers. The drama unfolds at a steady rate, but I couldn't help feeling like it was stretched thin compared to my favorite Klassen novels. But I appreciated the solid gospel message weaved into the storyline. *This series is a continuation and should be read in order. Rating and Recommendation: I'm giving The Bride of Ivy Green 4 stars and recommending it Christian Regency fans. ~ I received a copy from Bethany House through NetGalley. All thoughts are my own. I was not compensated for this review or required to give a favorable one.
AE2 12 days ago
Jane Bell knows she loves Gabriel Locke, but she doesn't know if she can marry him; she enjoys running her inn and fears another childless marriage. But when Gabriel is seriously injured, Jane realizes that marrying him is exactly what she wants. Meanwhile, Jane's good friend Mercy Grove's life is in upheaval. Her brother and his new bride have moved back to Ivy Hill and suddenly the only home Mercy has known is no longer the haven it has always been--and there's no room for the school MErcy ran. Given the opportunity to be a governess to her favorite former pupil, Mercy knows that on the one hand, it would be a step down in life, but it would also give her an escape, Victorine arrives in Ivy Hill to set up a dress shop, and while the ladies are initially excited to have a French dressmaker in town, they soon realize that things aren't quite as they seemed, while Victorine realizes she may be further from achieving her dreams than she had planned. I loved returning to Ivy Hill. It such a delightful setting, and I loved seeing how things played out for characters whom I've loved since the first book, as well as getting to meet new characters. I really loved the ending of the book, and it's a satisfying end to the series...and yet there were enough new characters and even an old character or two who still needs a happily-ever-after that I feel like another book wouldn't be superfluous. The writing is terrific and really conveys the feel of small-town life. This is just a really enjoyable series. I read an ARC via NetGalley. All opinions are my own.
Christianfictionandmore 12 days ago
The Bride of Ivy Green is the third book in Julie Klassen's Tales from Ivy Hill series. The small village of Ivy Hill is filled with characters that will become dear to your heart. Most are selfless and each has their own very distinct skill set and interests, and even the most cantankerous ones have their lovable side. While having multiple story lines, this book focuses on Mercy Grove, a schoolteacher who has lost her school. Thirty-one-year-old Mercy had almost given up hope of marrying for love, but would she settle for a marriage of convenience? After so many years without a suitor, how would she now manage two? These questions will keep the reader turning pages along with the many questions about Ivy Hill's newest resident, Madame Victorine, the new dress-maker. She doesn't appear to be at all what she presents herself to be. Julie Klassen places her readers right into the 1820s, feeling the jolting rides across the fields and the wet walks through the village. She helps them feel like they are a member of the Ladies Tea and Knitting Society, and causes them to root for love to win in many different circumstances. I highly recommend The Bride of Ivy Green. I thank NetGalley and Bethany House Publishers for providing me with a copy of this book in exchange for my honest opinion. I was under no obligation to provide a positive review, and received no monetary compensation.