Laura V. Hilton shares insight into her characters’ romance from her latest Amish Romance, The Amish Candy Maker. Comment or answer the question at the end of the post to enter the drawing for a winner’s choice of a print or e-book copy. USA only for print. Deadline: March 9th, 11:59 pm central time. Here’s Laura:
Excerpt from The Amish Candy Maker by Laura V. Hilton:
Chapter 1
Mackinac County, Michigan
“So then I got all confused.” Agnes Zook’s hands waved through the air as she tried to describe what happened to her captive, very green audience. After all, why talk with just her mouth when she could use her whole body? “He said ‘television interview’ and my mind went blank. Like stressed blank, not regular blank. I’m sure you’ve never had that happen.”
The lush row of plants she nursed on the southern windowsill of her new candy shop never got flustered. Even now, they sat there quietly, listening to her. Except for the odd “hmmm” that followed.
“Do you think it’d work if I asked someone to tell him I was abducted by aliens?”
“Are you on drugs?” The answer-in-a-question came from a very male voice. Deep, rumbly, sexy. Except, her plants had never answered her before.
The liquid in the small watering can sloshed onto one of the tables she’d provided for customers as she swung around to survey her empty shop. Except it wasn’t empty.
A stranger—a very handsome, very male, Amish stranger—stood inside the doorway, a frown on his clean-shaven face. Wisps of sandy blond hair peeked from beneath his hat.
“I didn’t hear the door chimes.” She glanced behind him to the door—and the marked-down sleigh bells hanging from the knob. The treasure she’d bought at a steep discount from the thrift store were still there, but obviously were wowed into silence by the man’s unexpected appearance, too. Otherwise she would’ve known.
She should’ve seen him approach from her position by the window. But she hadn’t. He’d just appeared. From nowhere.
Maybe she was losing her ever-loving mind. No one would blame her if she had, with all she’d been through. But she wasn’t ready to give up. She would survive. Even a handsome Amish man who appeared without warning.
The man set a suitcase on the floor by the door, but stayed where he stood as if he doubted her sanity and his safety from a half-crazed Amish woman.
A valid assumption, especially after she mentioned aliens. She groaned.
Way to make a gut impression. Agnes blew out a breath then took her watering can behind the counter and into the kitchen. Of course, if he wasn’t real he’d vanish the same way he appeared. She set the can on the counter, washed and dried her hands in the too-big, evil sink that hurt her back. Her muscles twinged just thinking about it. After a moment, she peeked back in the other room.
He was still there. He’d dared to move closer to the glass case where she had selections of fudge and some other candies displayed on paper doily lined trays. So he was a customer? One of only a hundred since she opened her store at the beginning of the month.
She took a deep breath, wiped her suddenly sweaty palms on her apron, and went behind the counter. “May I help you?” Hopefully, she sounded professional this time and not like a raving lunatic.
He leaned closer to the glass case—close enough for her to see the vibrant blue of his eyes framed by the thickest lashes she’d ever seen, let alone on a man. “Sure. I—”
“Oh my word. Your eyes are gorgeous.” Agnes’s heart beat triple-time. Her face heated. So much for sounding professional. Hopefully, she disguised the more-than-a-touch of envy that worked through her.
His blue eyes narrowed, a flicker of something in their depths. “I, uh, danki.” He shook his head. “I need to pick up some treats for my nieces and nephew. Something to ease the transition my appearance will cause. They don’t know me, you see. But my brother and sister-in-law need my help.”
She didn’t ‘see’. “How could your own family not know you?” She leaned forward on the counter.
His face darkened, the blue eyes turning stormy gray. She stared, fascinated.
“Sam and Jenny Mast,” he mumbled.
Ach. That was all the explanation needed. He must be Sam’s long-lost brother, the one who traveled the United States to work in various communities as an auctioneer in high demand, but never visited. She looked for the family resemblance but Sam’s face had been covered with a beard—this man’s wasn’t—and she didn’t see any. What was this man’s name? Agnes shook her head. Nothing came to mind. Sam and Jenny did need him, though. Sam had been badly burned in a wildfire earlier this year and had been sent to some big hospital in Minnesota for skin grafts.
About Laura: Laura V. Hilton is an award-winning, sought-after author with thirty Amish, contemporary, and historical romances. When she’s not writing, she reviews books for her blogs. Her most recent series is set in Mackinac County, Michigan, and includes Firestorm, The Amish Candymaker, and Married to a Stranger (July 2019).
Laura and her pastor-husband have five children and a hyper dog named Skye. They currently live in Arkansas. One son is in the U.S. Coast Guard. She is a pastor’s wife, and homeschools her two youngest children.
When she’s not writing, Laura enjoys reading, and visiting lighthouses and waterfalls. Her favorite season is winter, her favorite holiday is Christmas. Connect and learn more:
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About the book – The Amish Candy Maker:
A letter brings him to Mackinac County. Can one woman make him stay?
Agnes Zook has found herself on her own after in small Amish community in Mackinac County after a tragedy took the life of her parents and siblings. Most of the Amish call her “off in den Kopf” (strange) since she’s starting her own business and forging her own way in the community instead of relying on the bishop to take care of her. Since she’s viewed as non-submissive and too-forward for an Amish woman she’s not courted by other young men in the area.
Isaac Mast is on the verge of leaving the Amish church. He’s become a sought-after Auctioneer and has a thriving business, but he feels confined by the strict rules. When his brother is severely injured in a wild fire, Isaac receives a letter from his sister-in-law, begging him to come to Mackinac County to help out while his brother is hospitalized for skin grafts and his wife is with him. They have young children that can’t be left alone. Isaac agrees but is unsure how to manage the children when he has weekend auctions he’s expected to attend. Agnes may be an answer to prayer.
When Isaac and Agnes meet, sparks fly, but everything changes. While neither of them fit within the structures of the Amish faith, could their differences be the one thing that helps them form a deeper connection to their faith . . . and each other?
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Question for Readers: Do you talk with your hands or just your mouth? Do you think it adds to the story to use hands too? If your a gesturer, have you tried to break the habit? If so, why and what were the results?
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Donna Moorhead says
This sounds like a very good read. I do use my hands some while I am talking but I try to not get carried away with it. I have been told if someone held my hands I wouldn’t be able to spread so I try to do better.
Donna Moorhead says
Well that was supposed to be speak.
Carol Alscheff says
I sometimes use my hands when I speak . I haven’t tried to stop. I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I really would like to win this book.
Candace West Posey says
I have to confess that I do gesture with my hands when I talk, but only my closest friends and family are subjected to it. I try to refrain when I’m in public. There’s no way I can break the habit completely!I think it adds to the story as long as it’s not overdone. Your book sounds really fun!
Dianna says
I don’t really talk with my hands too much. When other people do, it is distracting for me!
Shannon Vannatter says
I’ve been told that if my hands were tied, I wouldn’t be able to talk at all. My husband and son make fun of me for it and for taking forever to tell a story with all the details. I’ve tried not to use my hands, but I’m incapable.
kim hansen says
I do a little with my hands but more so with my mouth.
Kay Garrett says
I think with all southerners, we can’t talk without using out hands. I’ve heard the old saying “Tie my hands and I couldn’t talk” all my life and it’s so true. I don’t think I over exaggerate with my hands and they are flying all the time, but do use them. I don’t consider it a problem so have never tired to restrain from it.
Crystal Blackburn says
Sounds like a very interesting. I have used my hands to talk. I don’t know if I still do it until people would start mocking.
Babs Squires says
I do some, I laugh because I do it while talking on the phone! I don’t do it to an excess. And I pay attention to the person speaking.
Beth Clark says
No, I do not talk with my hands. My husband does a lot!
Shelia Hall says
I do talk with my hands a lot!
Tracy L Smith says
This sounds like a really good book that I would enjoy reading. I do talk some with my hands but i do try not to get too carried away.
Merry S. says
I use my hands often when I talk. Mostly while eating or when I forget the word of something I point to it. This is because of my cancer surgery. I am afraid of choking and when I am tired or rushed my memory lags a little behind.
Sherry Moe says
I sometimes use my hands but not often. I do think it adds to a story when gestures are used as it makes it sound real because many people frequently gesture. If that makes sense. 😊 I’m currently reading the first book in this series. I’m almost done with it and looking forward to reading the next book. I live between St Ignace and Sault Sainte Marie near where the setting of these books take place. The only Amish we have here in the UP are north of me closer to the Soo instead of in St Ignace where the Amish in this series live. Thus I find myself turned around when something takes place in the book in St Ignace. I have to remind myself they’re in the opposite direction. LOL!
Karen G. says
No, I don’t talk with my hands. I know a lot of people do. Just the other day, hubby and I were at a stop light and the car next to us had a couple in it. The passenger (woman) was apply makeup while the driver (male) was talking a mile a minute on the phone and his hands were flying. I was watching him and thinking, if his hands were tied would he still be able to talk.
Becky I. says
I don’t talk with my hands but a friend does. I always smiled when she talked while using her hands. I don’t know if it added to the story, but it made talking to her entertaining! I hope I win.
Shannon Vannatter says
I have a winner! Sherry Moe won the drawing. I appreciate Laura for being my guest and everyone else for stopping by.