Promise Lodge by Charlotte Hubbard GENRE: Amish/Inspirational Romance
This is an Amish story that is so full of family and second chances! I don’t think I’ve ever read an Amish story where single women stepped out and started a home welcoming other single Amish women. Promise Lodge is an abandoned church camp and they pray it will become a place where hope and dreams can be fulfilled! A place to call home and start over. They hold fast to the commandment of love one another and it certainly comes through like a heart warming hug. Just enough mishaps to keep the story lively and the love I could feel in this new colony made this one for my favorites list!
I was gifted an advance copy to read and review with my honest opinion..
Energetic widow Mattie Bender Schwartz is working day and night to get Promise Lodge going. She’s also hoping the change will help her son Noah’s heart to heal after his broken engagement. But his former fiancée, Deborah, is looking for a fresh start too. Filled with regret, and cast out by her dat for a reason she can’t yet reveal, Deborah can only pray Noah will forgive her foolishness.
Deborah is the last person Noah expected to show up at Promise Lodge. But with her cruel words still ringing in his head, he’s reluctant to accept her apology—even if the Old Order ways demand he try. If only he could obey Christ’s most important commandment: love one another. But one thing is certain—his mother and aunts, and their beloved Preacher Amos, will do their best to help him get there.
EXCERPTS (Exclusive Excerpt):
Excited barking made Noah sigh. His Border collie, Queenie, was running up from the pasture to greet Deborah as though the prodigal daughter had come home. “Traitor,” Noah murmured, watching the dog wag her fluffy tail while Deborah stroked her black head and ears.
Instinct told Noah to set the canister down, but his wistful memories were stronger. As he lifted the lid, scents of mint and chocolate brought back the days he and Deborah had spent together planning their future. Three brownies later, he kicked himself for caving in to sentiment, to the idea that Deborah had baked them just for him. Her brownies were only a temporary fix, a Band-Aid on a gaping emotional wound.
“We’ve got a long row to hoe now, Buck,” he muttered to the Belgian as he stepped up onto the plow platform. “Geddap, fella.”
As the muscled horse pulled him around the end of the plot, Noah watched his cousins, Laura and Phoebe Hershberger, rush out the lodge door to greet Deborah. Their happy cries drifted out to him and he envied the way they took her into their arms, welcoming her so excitedly. Once upon a time he’d hugged her with the same enthusiasm, believing he could find no finer young woman on God’s earth—believing the Lord had created Deborah Peterscheim especially for him. He’d loved her all his life. He’d never had eyes for anyone else.
But Deborah’s cruel, unexpected words still rang in his head. It’s been more than a year, Noah. I thought we’d be married by now, in our home and starting our family. Maybe you don’t love me enough. Maybe our engagement is a big mistake.
How could he possibly have responded to those words? What was the right answer, when the young woman to whom he’d given his heart had implied that he didn’t love her enough and couldn’t make her dreams come true fast enough? Hadn’t she realized that he couldn’t support a wife and a family before he finished his welding apprenticeship and found a steady job?
It made no sense. And to add grease to the fire, a few weeks later his mamm had announced they were pulling up stakes in Coldstream to move to Promise. While he agreed with Mamm and her sisters that Bishop Obadiah Chupp’s attitude had become intolerable, he’d obviously underestimated their disdain. And who had ever heard of women starting a new colony? Why had Mamm and her sisters ever thought they could make it work?
Noah exhaled to release his rising resentment but then his anger came at him from a different direction. Who had grabbed Deborah’s neck hard enough to leave a bruise in the shape of a purple handprint? True enough, her dat had a temper when he got frustrated, but had he slapped her around? If so, what had gentle Deborah done to provoke him?
What if it wasn’t her dat? But then, why had she been standing close enough for any other fellow to touch her? Unless . . .
Noah finished the plowing. His stomach churned with suspicion as he unhooked Buck and led him behind the stable. What if Deborah had ended their engagement because another guy had caught her eye? And if that was the case, how long had that been going on? Had she fled Coldstream to kiss up to him because she’d been mistreated? Or had she gone astray?
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Many moons ago—like, in 1983 while she was still a school librarian—Charlotte Hubbard sold her first story to True Story. This launched her into writing around seventy of those “true confessions” stories over the years, and she’s been a slave to her overactive imagination ever since. Over the course of her writing career, she has sold nearly 50 books—most recently, Amish romance series she’s written as Charlotte Hubbard or Naomi King.
Charlotte lived in Missouri for most of her life, so her Amish stories are set in imaginary Missouri towns. These days she lives in St. Paul, MN with her husband of 40 years and their Border collie, Ramona.
Promise Lodge, Book 1
Zebra (February 26, 2016)
ISBN-13: 9781420139419 ISBN-10: 142013941X
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