Minding The Amish Baby. Carrie Lighte
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First comes baby...then comes love?
In this Amish County Courtships romance
Amish store clerk Tessa Fisher isn’t ready for marriage or a family—until a baby girl is abandoned on her doorstep. Now Tessa and her gruffly handsome landlord, Turner King, must mind the baby together. And soon Turner and the sweet-cheeked kind are burrowing into Tessa’s heart. But with secrets between them, can the temporary family find a way to stay together forever?
CARRIE LIGHTE lives in Massachusetts, where her neighbors include several Mennonite farming families. She loves traveling and first learned about Amish culture when she visited Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, as a young girl. When she isn’t writing or reading, she enjoys baking bread, playing word games and hiking, but her all-time favorite activity is bodyboarding with her loved ones when the surf’s up at Coast Guard Beach on Cape Cod.
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Minding the Amish Baby
Carrie Lighte
ISBN: 978-1-474-09042-1
MINDING THE AMISH BABY
© 2018 Carrie Lighte
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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“What man doesn’t want a heart-shaped cookie cutter?”
“I’m sure this will kumme in handy when I host my annual Valentine’s Day party,” Turner joked.
“Your annual Valentine’s Day party? Why haven’t I ever been invited to that?” Tessa crossed her arms, pretending to feel slighted.
“Because this is the first year I’m having it,” Turner replied without missing a beat.
Tessa giggled. “There’s something else I have to confess about my discussion with Rhoda. Because I told her you’d given me a ride to the store, she made the assumption you were courting me.”
“That’s all?” Turner asked. “Why would that offend me?”
“Because I didn’t deny it. I allowed her to think you wanted to keep our courtship a secret.”
“As long as you’re not upset about Rhoda making that assumption, then neither am I.”
“I’m not upset,” Tessa confirmed.
Why? Because it isn’t true so it doesn’t matter what Rhoda thinks, or because you’d accept me as a suitor? Turner wondered.
But even discussing a courtship between them caused warmth to course through every fiber of his being...
I confess Tessa and I share the same perspective about cooking: If I’m the only one eating, why go through the trouble of preparing a full meal? When I was much younger and single, my cupboards were just as bare as Tessa’s were, too. I’ll never forget the time my parents came to visit and my mother marveled at how spotlessly clean my oven was. Little did she know that was because I hardly ever used it. (Actually, she probably did know; mothers are clever like that.)
Also like Tessa, I make appenditlich lemon squares, if I do say so myself. I’d give you my recipe, but it’s a closely guarded secret—although it’s not nearly as big as the secret Tessa and Turner shared.
Thank you for reading their story. There are two more books to come in the Amish Country Courtships miniseries and I hope you’ll enjoy them.
Blessings,
Carrie Lighte
If we confess our sins,
he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins,
and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
—1 John 1:9
For everyone who loves and nurtures the children of others as if they were their own, and with special thanks to my brother.
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