Book : Strength In The Storm (a Johns Mill Amish Romance) -.

-Titulo Original : Strength In The Storm (a Johns Mill Amish Romance)

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In this touching Amish romance, a brokenhearted woman and a steadfast man discover that the safest place to weather tragedy is in each other’s arms.After the murder of both her parents, Emma Hochstedler returns to the small community of Johns Mill, hoping to resume her quiet existence. Reclaiming her place proves harder than expected-especially now that a movie is being made about her family’s loss. But then, an old friend offers her a lifeline that gives her new purpose. Amish builder Samuel Christner is the biggest-and the strongest-man in town. In fact, the gentle giant has only one weakness-Emma. Even though she broke his heart, he won’t let his childhood sweetheart face her troubles alone. He hires Emma as a nurse for his elderly aunt…and finds himself falling for her all over again. But while romance blooms, storm clouds gather. And when darkness falls, it will take all Sam’s strength-and all their love-to see them through. About the Author Award-winning author Laurel Blount writes captivating romances full of grit and grace-with characters who’ll walk right off the page and into your heart. She lives on a farm in Georgia with her husband, their four fabulous kids, and an assortment of ridiculously spoiled animals. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One The little, everyday memories always hurt the most. Emma Hochstedler knew that well enough. Ever since the shock of her parents deaths six months ago, shed gone teary-eyed over the strangest things. Like today. Here she sat on a busy June morning, sniffling over a battered egg basket. It was a foolish waste of time, she knew, but still, she couldnt help it. She hadnt seen this one coming. Shed passed the daily chore of chicken tending to her younger sister, Miriam, years ago, and to be honest, she hadnt given the egg basket much thought since. But just now when Emma had pulled it from its shelf, the handle had fit her hand with such heartbreaking familiarity that shed been brought up short. For a finger snap of time, standing there on the back porch of the farmhouse, shed been a happy little girl again, her sheltered world still shining and unbroken. The doorknob rattled behind her, and she blotted her eyes with the back of one hand. She couldnt let the family see her crying. It would worry them. The least she could do-the very least considering the circumstances-was not to add to their pain by giving in to her own. Emma? Vass is letz? Her new sister-in-law stood in the kitchen doorway, a broom in one hand and a concerned look on her kind face. Nothings wrong, Naomi. Emma forced a smile. Except that Im sitting here woolgathering when we have such a full morning ahead of us. She brandished the basket. Im off to the coop, and then Ill be ready to help you pick the cucumbers. Naomis brow puckered. Youre seeing to the chickens? Ja. This time Emmas smile came more easily. I thought Id take the job off your hands. Youre doing more than your share already. That was true. Her brother Joseph had chosen well. Not only was Naomi sweet-hearted and devoted to her new husband, but she was patient and hardworking, a welcome addition to a family whod weathered so many troubles. Since your heart operation, Ive had to scramble to find any chores left to do. I like to work, Naomi said. After so many years of being sickly, its a real blessing for me to finally be able to do for other folks. She glanced over her shoulder. But it used to be Miriams job to tend to the hens, aint so? Back . . . before, I mean. Joseph told me it was her favorite chore. Ja, it was. Emmas lips curved at the memory. It wasnt mine, so I was happy enough to pass it off to her, once Mamm said I could. Theyre a messy job, the chickens, but Miriam never minded. She knew all the hens personalities, and she liked to name them after our friends. Mamm fussed about that. She didnt think it sounded ki