Release Blast - A Sister's Wish By Shelly Shepard Gray
A respectable young woman finds herself falling for
an Amish man from the wrong side of the tracks.
A SISTER'S WISH
The Charmed Amish Life #3
Shelley Shepard Gray
Releasing on Sept 27th, 2016
In Shelley Shepard Grays third book in her Charmed Amish Life series, a respectable young woman finds herself falling for an Amish man from the wrong side of the tracks.
Amelia Kinsinger is the perfect Amish womanat least according to her neighbors. And while Amelia takes pride in her role as homemaker, shes also harboring a secret: Shes been in love with bad boy Simon Hochstetler for as long as she can remember. Too bad hes about as far from perfect as an Amish man could get but thats exactly why shes so drawn to him.
Life hasnt been kind to Simon. He ran away from an abusive home at fifteen and things went downhill from there. Eventually, Simon landed in prison. But the experience changed him. Now back in Charm as a grown man, hes determined to make a new life for himself and not think too much about his wild pastunless it pertains to Amelia.
Hes loved Amelia for years. To him, she represents everything good and kind in the world. When he realizes that she returns his affections, he starts calling on her in secret, even though her older brother Lukaswho just happens to be Simons best friendhas made it perfectly clear that Amelia deserves better. Simon disagrees and believes hes the only one who can truly make her happy.
But when Amelia gets hurt, it sets off a chain of events that forces them to consider their future togetherand face their past mistakes. Theres a chance for love but only if Simon dares to trust Amelia with the secrets of his past.
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Thirteen years ago
Thirteen years ago
He had almost made it.
All he had to do was make it another two miles, then hed be able to catch the bus to New Philly and eventually Mansfield. After that? Simon Hochstetler reckoned it didnt really matter. He would be free and that was good enough.
But for now, all he had to do was ignore the pain in his side, make it over the next bend, then finally hike through the northern edge of the Kinsingers property. Once he did all that, the road would be flat. A whole lot easier to walk on.
He winced as he shifted his stuffed army-green backpack on his left shoulder, wishing that his right one wasnt as bruised as it was. Course, if he was making wishes, he should probably start with wishing that he didnt have a black eye or cut lip. From there he could wish his ribs werent hurting, either.
His father had been in fine form tonight.
He walked on, patting his pocket, feeling for the wad of money hed been saving for the last year and kept hidden in an old coffee can near the woods. How long was it going to last? He had no idea how far eighty-eight dollars lasted in the city, but he was fairly sure it wouldnt be far enough. He was going to need to figure out a way to make some cash, quick.
Feeling panicked, he stopped to readjust his backpack.
Simon? Hey! I thought that was you, Amelia Kinsinger called out, her voice ringing through the empty field like a bright, merry cowbell. Whatcha doing?
He froze. Then, attempting to gather himself, he turned to watch her trot closer. A bright smile was on her face. She looked really pleased to have spied him.
Though he knew better than to stay, he remained where he was. Even at only nine years old, little Amelia was the prettiest thing hed ever seen. White-blond hair, crystal-blue eyes, and pale skin that never seemed to tan, she was everything delicate and perfect. She was also sheltered and his best friends baby sisterand the only person who seemed to think he was worth something. Both of her brothers had confided that Amelia had a terrible crush on him. Theyd thought it was embarrassing. Levi had even apologized for her.
He hadnt needed an apology, though. Simon had always thought Amelias infatuation made him something special. Hed never let on that he noticed the way she always looked at him. He never acted annoyed when she rushed over to tell him about her day. Instead of making fun of her, hed been patient and often sat with her when her older siblings were too busy.
But that said, hed always taken care for her not to see him like this. He wanted to look worthy in her eyes. Not beaten and bruised.
Cant talk right now, Amy, he bit out as he started forward. He took care to keep his gaze fixated on the ground in front of him. Maybe then she wouldnt catch sight of his eye.
But, as usual, she didnt listen to his warning. Instead, she picked up her pace. Did you know that the sun is almost set? Where you going? Its going to be dark soon.
Aint none of your business.
She stumbled, then caught herself before he reached out to steady her.
Slow down, wouldja? she said.
She sighed. Why are ya being like this? she asked, hurt in her tone. All I asked is
Simon! What happened to you?
Unable to help himself, he drew to a stop. Then, because he probably was never going to see her again anyway, he allowed himself to lift his chin and let her look her fill. As hed expected, she was staring at him in concern, her pale pink lips parted in wonder. And, he suspected, pity.
Go on home, Amelia.
Did you . . . did your daed do that? she whispered, letting him know that his secret had never actually been one. Do you need something? Do ya need some help? Cause my daeds home. If we went to him, I bet hed help ya.
That was why she meant so much to him. Here he was, bruised and battered, running away from home, and she thought he could still be saved. Your daed cant help.
Tentatively, she held out a hand. Then, to his shock, she swiped at a patch of skin just to the side of his lip. When he flinched at her touch, she looked at him with sad eyes. Sorry, but your lip is bleeding. She held up her finger to show the stain.
Seeing his blood on her hand was one of the worst things hed ever experienced. It symbolized everything that was his life . . . and everything he didnt want it to be. Unable to help himself, he grabbed her hand and roughly swiped it on his shirt. Wash your hands when you get home, hear me?
Oh. All right. But . . . but, Simon, wont you come with me? You could wash up, too.
“Nee. Ive gotta go.
Youre leaving, arent you? she asked softly. Just like your brother and sister did.
He couldnt lie to her. Jah. Im leaving. Just like Jeremy and Tess did.
As much as he would have liked to do anything she asked, he couldnt do that. Listen, do me a favor, wouldja? Dont tell nobody you saw me.
Her bottom lip trembled. But
Theyll find out soon enough. Just . . . just let me go, okay? Then he did what hed sworn hed never do. He looked at her directly in the eyes and let her see his pain. I have to do this, Amy.
Around a ragged sigh, looking so very sad, she nodded.
Bye, Amelia. You take care of yourself.
He started walking before she could reply. Before he did something stupid and followed her to her house. Before he thought about staying just a little longer so he could see her again.
He started walking because no matter how difficult and scary it was to leave, he knew for certain it was always going to be a whole lot worse at home.
Shelley Shepard Gray is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, a finalist for the American Christian Fiction Writers prestigious Carol Award, and a two-time Hold Medallion winner. She lives in southern Ohio, where she writes full-time, bakes too much, and can often be found walking her dachshunds on her towns bike trail.