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The rustic beauty of a country Christmas fills the Simple Gifts crafts shop, while the Amish residents of Willow Ridge pull together in uncertain times—and in the face of an unexpected homecoming.
Nora Hooley’s shop is abuzz with preparations for the holiday open house, and Rosalyn Riehl is handcrafting wreaths from evergreen boughs, pinecones, and other natural materials. The work is a welcome diversion for the only unmarried daughter of Cornelius Riehl: her gruff dat has been receiving envelopes marked Past Due, leaving dutiful Rosalyn to manage the household’s inexplicably shrinking budget. Then another distraction swaggers into Simple Gifts—blue-jeaned and leather-jacketed, with a reputation that precedes him.
Marcus Hooley hightailed it to Willow Ridge on a wing and a prayer—not that he’s the praying type. He rejected his Amish roots long ago. But behind the bad-boy attitude is a gifted horse trainer who’s counting on some bent-but-not-broken family ties to throw him a lifeline. He can’t erase his past, but a sparking attraction with strong, spirited Rosalyn holds the promise of a second chance . . . and of shedding light on shadowy secrets to build a bright tomorrow.
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About the Author
Drawing upon her experiences in Jamesport, the largest Old Order Amish community west of the Mississippi, longtime Missourian Charlotte Hubbard writes of simpler times and a faith-based lifestyle. Charlotte considers it her personal mission to feed people—to share hearth and home. Faith and family, farming and food preservation are hallmarks of her lifestyle—and the foundation of all her Amish romance series. She’s a deacon, a dedicated church musician, and a choir member. When she’s not writing, she loves to try new recipes, crochet, and sew. Charlotte now lives in Minnesota with her husband and their border collie. Please visit her at charlottehubbard.com.
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As Rosalyn Riehl walked alongside the county highway pulling a cartload of Christmas wreaths, she gazed up at the sky in surprise. When she'd left home a few minutes earlier, the sun was shining, but now low, gray clouds were rolling in and the wind picked up — and for a brief moment tiny pellets of hail peppered her.
It's going to be a tricky winter, she thought. The weather seems as crazy and mixed up as I feel.
Rosalyn adored the holidays — Thanksgiving was only a week away — yet the thought of the approaching winter made her sigh. Her youngest sister, Edith, lived across the road with her husband, Asa, and their twins, and her younger sister Loretta was sharing the bedroom down the hall with her new husband, Drew, so Rosalyn felt like the odd woman out. All her life she'd longed for a husband and a family, yet at twenty-eight she saw no probability of fulfilling that dream.
Her cheeks tingled when the season's first snowflakes met her cheeks. It's a gut thing I have my new job at Simple Gifts to look forward to, Rosalyn thought as she made her way up the hill toward the store housed in a huge red barn. Working for Nora on Wednesdays and Saturdays sure beats dealing with Loretta and Edith's moony-eyed gazes and happy chatter about being married to the Detweiler twins whenever we're all together.
It wasn't that she begrudged her sisters their happiness. She just wanted some of her own.
When Rosalyn opened the door to enter Nora Hooley's shop, however, the merry tinkle of the bell above the door and the rich scents of bayberry and vanilla candles drove away her gloomy thoughts. It was impossible to feel grumpy as she carefully pulled her wagon between the beautiful displays of glossy walnut furniture, sets of pottery dishes, unique three-dimensional quilts, and the other lovely merchandise that had been handcrafted by Plain folks from around central Missouri.
Nora called out to her from the loft, where she was arranging an evergreen garland along the railing. "Gut morning, Rosalyn! I can't wait to see your wreaths and hang them around the store — not that we'll have them for long!"
Rosalyn couldn't help smiling. What a joy it was to work for Nora, whose encouraging words and freckle-faced smile always lifted her spirits. "I've got eight of them here," she replied as she stopped beside the office door. "We sisters had a work frolic on Monday, so Loretta will have another rug or two and Edith will have some baskets ready to sell in time for the open house on Saturday."
"You girls are amazing," Nora remarked. She fastened the end of the greenery garland to the railing and then started downstairs, her feet tapping a happy rhythm on the wide wooden stairway. Her deep-orange corduroy dress was set off with a paisley apron of earth tones, perfect for autumn and Thanksgiving. "And how's Cornelius? Is he accepting the way you and Loretta are trading off the days that you work for me?"
Rosalyn sighed. What good would it do to spoil Nora's cheerful mood by repeating the lecture Dat had delivered at the breakfast table ... or to mention that yesterday's mail had brought them two more mysterious envelopes marked Past Due?
"He's still cranky about us working for you, and I suspect that'll never change," she hedged. "Dat's a man who hangs on to the past and the Old Order ways, after all."
Nora stopped a few feet away, her auburn eyebrows rising. "Puh! The trouble he's gotten himself into has nothing to do with proper Amish living," she said. "And I thought he was to begin some grief counseling with Bishop Tom this week."
"Oh, the two of them talked at Tom's place yesterday," Rosalyn murmured, "but I suspect the bishop's got a long row to hoe — uphill — before Dat lets go of his feelings for Mamm."
"It's one thing for him to love your mother, and another thing entirely for him to use memories of her to make you girls feel guilty," Nora put in quickly. "I'm really sorry he's thrown your family into such a tailspin with his deceptive activities, too. He'd be so much better off if he gave a full confession and made whatever amends Bishop Tom requires."
"Well, he hasn't made any more trips to Kansas City to buy clock parts," Rosalyn pointed out. As she held Nora's gaze, her curiosity flared like a piece of paper set aflame to kindle a fire. "Exactly what did he do — where did he go — that's gotten him into such trouble?"
Nora smiled sadly, grasping Rosalyn's shoulder. "I'm sorry I brought the subject up," she said. "Bishop Tom and Preacher Ben have asked Drew and me not to reveal all the details because they want your dat to come clean of his own free will, without folks around Willow Ridge pressuring him."
"That's not fair! We have to live with him," Rosalyn blurted out.
"You're right, it's not," Nora agreed. "But the truth will come out in its own gut time, and right now we're leaving the matter in God's hands — and your dat's. Now what've we got in this wagon? These bright red ribbons and greenery wreaths are just the ticket for our holiday open house, Rosalyn!"
With the blink of Nora's mischievous green eyes the conversation had been redirected. Rosalyn sensed it would do no good to ask any more questions about Dat's secretive wrongdoing, so she carefully picked up the wreath on the top of her pile. "I made a few of these fresh wreaths from evergreen clippings — and they should probably hang outside so they'll stay fresh until Christmas," she added.
"We'll tag them and put one on the front door," Nora said as she lightly ran her finger over a pinecone. "And the others can hang along the side of the door — or on the building where folks will see them first thing when they pull in to park." She inhaled deeply. "Wow, nothing smells nicer than a live wreath."
Rosalyn's spirits lifted. Nora's compliments bolstered her confidence and made the hours she'd spent making her wreaths feel worthwhile. "Here are two with silk holly and natural pinecones, and two made entirely of pinecones —"
"Oh, I love the way you tipped the pinecones with a little white paint and glitter," Nora put in with a smile. "Most English women like a little sparkle on their Christmas decorations."
"And this last one's covered in nuts, outlined with bay leaves," Rosalyn said, watching Nora's face. "It's not as colorful, so I only made one as an experiment —"
"A kitchen wreath! And look at the way the dark shells of the Brazil nuts contrast with the English walnuts and the pale almonds," Nora exclaimed as she studied the piece. "And I love that it's a star shape, too. I can tell you right now that you should load up on whole nuts next time you're at the bulk store, so you can make more of these, Rosalyn. My customers love items that are different from what they'll find at the other places where they shop."
Rosalyn's heart beat faster. "I bought a big bagful of those nuts last week, figuring we could always eat them if I didn't make any more wreaths with them," she admitted with a chuckle. "And I'm going to make a couple of wreaths from ribbon candies, too, because I love all the shiny colors —"
The bell jangled raucously as the front door flew open and hit the wall. "Hey — does anybody work here?" a young man called out. "You can't tell me this town doesn't even have a gas station."
Nora turned quickly toward him, her eyes widening in recognition as she handed Rosalyn the star-shaped wreath. "This could get interesting," she murmured.
Rosalyn watched as Nora took her time passing between the displays of handmade table linens and racks of hanging jackets, toward the fellow who'd entered with a gust of wind that had apparently blown the door out of his hand.
Or did he throw it open? Rosalyn wondered as she took in the man's black leather jacket and the rakish way his dark hair dipped over one side of his face. Most English are at least courteous and they don't come in before the store opens. This fellow looks like walking, talking trouble — with a capital T.
Rosalyn started slowly toward the front door, in case their unexpected guest caused Nora problems. She wasn't sure what she'd do if this brash young man behaved improperly, but she knew Nora would be coming to her assistance if the situation were reversed. She wasn't sure what to think, however, when the redheaded storekeeper walked quickly around the newcomer to shut the door against the wind. Nora faced their visitor, confidently crossed her arms, and gazed directly at him, unfazed by the fact that he stood head and shoulders taller than she did.
"Well, well, if it isn't Cousin Marcus from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania," Nora said as she looked him up and down. "Did you finally show up to check out Wyatt McKenzie's job offer? Or did another girlfriend get smart and kick you to the curb for using her credit cards on the sly?"
Rosalyn gasped. Was this Marcus Hooley, the horse trainer Wyatt had called in October, hoping to hire an Amish man to manage the draft-horse farm he'd recently established? Everyone in Willow Ridge was wondering why the cousin whom Luke, Ira, and Ben had recommended hadn't bothered to provide the references Wyatt had requested. As Rosalyn looked more closely, she saw the resemblance this young man bore to Luke — and she couldn't miss the rebellious flare of his pale green eyes as he stared at Nora.
"And just how would you know who I am?" he challenged. "I've never met you or —"
"I'm married to your cousin Luke," Nora replied without missing a beat. "And so you'll know, I'd recognize the Hooley attitude from a mile away, Marcus. The first thing you'll learn about living in Willow Ridge is that news travels fast. Your reputation has preceded you."
Marcus tilted his head, his eyes narrowed. "Oh yeah? Folks here already know I'm the best horse trainer on the face of the earth? Or at least in America?" he challenged.
Nora shook her head, unimpressed. "Lots of men from around town were in the room when Luke and Wyatt talked to you on the phone a few weeks ago," she replied. "They know all about the references you haven't provided, and they know that Wyatt graciously offered to hire you on probation as well as to help you clear up the credit card debt you've run up. You're already off to such a bad start, maybe you should just gas up your car in Morning Star or New Haven and keep on driving. I certainly wouldn't hire you."
Marcus let out an incredulous laugh. "That makes us even, because I wouldn't work for you," he retorted. "When I see Luke, I'll have to quiz him about why he ever hitched up with such a mouthy woman. Sheesh. Must've been desperate."
Spots of color rose into Nora's cheeks. "I suggest you talk to Luke at the mill store next door rather than showing up unannounced at Wyatt McKenzie's farm," she said in a voice tight with irritation. "But then, why should you listen to me?"
Marcus laughed, flashing even white teeth. He dismissed Rosalyn with a brief glance and turned toward the door. "I'll see myself out. I've had enough advice for one conversation."
The bell jangled loudly and Marcus shut the door behind him with more force than was necessary. Rosalyn let out the breath she didn't realized she'd been holding. "That was the rudest person I've ever met — even though I really didn't meet him, as such."
Nora shook her head. "Full of himself," she muttered. "Luke had an attitude when I met him, too, but he knew better than to shoot off his mouth and act like a spoiled brat — especially when he wanted things to go his way." When a car engine backfired next to the building, she glanced toward the window. "I predict we won't be seeing hide nor hair of Mr. Smart-Mouth after this morning. Wyatt won't give Marcus the time of day, much less hire him."
Rosalyn brushed off the front of her apron, as though wiping away any residue from Marcus's presence. As a member of the Old Order Amish church, she had absolutely no interest in a man who, according to his cousins, had jumped the fence — and who'd apparently used his English girlfriends' credit cards and hadn't paid his bills.
But did you see those dimples? And the way he filled out the back of those tight jeans?
Appalled at such thoughts, Rosalyn resolutely followed Nora back toward the office. After they tagged her wreaths and displayed them, she needed to dust and be sure the store was as tidy as Nora liked it before customers arrived. She was a twenty-eight-year-old maidel, but she wasn't nearly desperate enough to give Marcus Hooley another thought.
But what would it matter if you thought about him just a But what would it matter if you thought about him just a little, to pass the time? To Marcus, you're invisible, so nothing will come of it.CHAPTER 2
Marcus backed out of the parking space, steered his car toward the road — and then stopped to take in the panoramic view of Willow Ridge from his hilltop vantage point. The farmland had a gentle roll to it, and he spotted black-and-white dairy cows in one of the pastures, along with a small herd of sheep on the acreage just south of it. The gardens behind the neat white homes had been cleared for the winter. Stacked, white beehives were visible among the trees of an orchard, and the deep orange and gold foliage of maple and sweet gum trees shimmered after the morning's brief bout of freezing rain. A few buggies and cars were parked at Zook's Market, which sported a blue metal roof. A café called the Grill N Skillet was doing a brisk business — and the aroma of roasting meat had made his stomach growl when he'd driven past it a short while ago.
But it's still a two-bit horse and buggy town — just a spot in the road. Even more rural and impossibly straitlaced than Bird-In-Hand, Marcus thought with an impatient sigh. Bird-In-Hand, Marcus thought with an impatient sigh. Maybe that redhead was right about gassing up and driving on. This place is already making you crazy.
But where else can you go?
Marcus shifted into Park. When he pumped the accelerator hard to stop his old car from idling too fast, the engine backfired and the tailpipe belched exhaust. He'd burned his bridges at the last horse farm he'd worked on, and it galled him that Luke's bossy wife had pegged him right: he'd worn out his welcome with his most recent girlfriend. He wanted to believe that living English was his ticket out of plodding along in broadfall pants and suspenders all his life, doomed to manual labor without electricity or technology. But opportunities for training horses were none too plentiful outside of Plain communities — especially considering how he'd been fired from his three most recent jobs.
Better to move on before Ben, Luke, and Ira get wind that you showed up. You don't need the Hooley brothers preaching at you about going straight to hell unless you join the Old Order.
Marcus gripped the shift knob, ready to roll down to the road, yet he paused. He could see Ben's farrier shop a short distance away, tucked behind one of the nicest, newest houses in town. And from all appearances, Luke and Ira's mill on the Missouri River was thriving only a couple of years after they'd come to Willow Ridge with little more than the clothes on their backs and some big ideas about growing specialty grains.
Truth be told, when Luke and his younger brother had still been living in Pennsylvania, they'd raised a lot of Amish eyebrows because in their late twenties they'd shown no sign of giving up rumspringa — yet they'd come to Missouri and made good. And Ben had been roaming the Plain countryside in his farrier wagon at thirty-five. He'd joined the church before that, but he'd been blowing around like dandelion fluff until he'd landed in this little town and taken root.
See there? They can't say a thing about your refusal to settle down just yet. All three of them were older than you — and bucking tradition — when they came here. And Luke went Mennonite rather than joining the Old Order!
Marcus reconsidered his options. His online research — and the fact that several of the local Plain businesses had websites — had suggested that there was more to this town than met the eye. The new barns and stretches of white plank fence pictured on Wyatt McKenzie's website had made Marcus's pulse race, and seeing the place from the road this morning had been the closest thing he'd had to a religious experience in years. McKenzie obviously had big bucks to spend, so why not make nice and play the game? Introduce himself to Wyatt and apologize profusely for not emailing the references he'd requested ...(Continues…)
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This is a really good book and a quick read because you can't put it down once you start. I really enjoyed this book. Thank you Kingston Books Zebra via NetGalley for the ARC copy of this book. This is my opinion of this book.
A Simple Christmas by Charlotte Hubbard is the third book in the Simple Gifts series. This is the first one I read and had no trouble loving this story without reading the first two. Nora Hooley’s shop, Simple Gifts, is full of beautiful handcrafted Amish items including wreaths made by Rosalyn Riehl. Rosalyn works in the shop part-time, happy to escape from her miserable father. Rosalyn is the last unmarried daughter of clockmaker, Cornelius Riehl. There is suddenly a problem with money in the house, past due notices, bills not being paid and no money for groceries. Cornelius has been having problems since the death of his wife and he expects Rosalyn to take care of him. When Marcus Hooley, a horse trainer, shows up at the shop when he arrives in town, Rosalyn has feelings for this rude and handsome young man. He has been hired to work for Wyatt McKenzie. He was recommend by his cousins, but Marcus’ wild ways have gotten him fired from his last three jobs. He is hoping he will get a chance to show what he can do, but does not want to get too involved in the Plain life. Wyatt hires Marcus with certain conditions. This is Marcus’ last chance and he knows it. As he makes himself comfortable in Willow Ridge, Marcus becomes attracted to Rosalyn. There are secrets being kept about something her father has done and is supposed to confess, but his confession does not happen. He becomes more abusive to Rosalyn and is not happy when he realizes there is an attraction between Marcus and his daughter. Marcus has questions about what Cornelius is doing, and he wants to find out so he can share it with Rosalyn. A Simple Christmas is a lovely, heartwarming Christmas and Amish story. It is an engaging novel that captured my attention from the start. It was well paced and I read it in one day. There are several twists involving Cornelius and I was eager to find out what secrets he has been keeping. I did not like Cornelius and I could not even pity him once his secrets finally came out. Rosalyn is a caring woman with a good heart, who finds it difficult to not be the dutiful daughter she has been taught to be all her life. Marcus was a wonderful character and it was great to see his growth as the story evolved. I enjoyed the setting of Willow Creek. The Amish businesses, the tourists, family and friends all make it seem like a great place to live, Amish and Englisch. One of the main Christian themes of putting our worries in God’s hands and trusting Him to handle it, is central to the story. I enjoyed A Simple Christmas and will definitely go back and read the first two in this series. The publisher, Kensington Books, generously provided me with a copy of this book. The rating, ideas and opinions shared are my own.
In her Simple Gifts books Charlotte Hubbard has told the sometimes complicated stories of the Riehl sisters, their secretive deacon father, and other residents of the fictional town of Willow Ridge, Missouri. The stories have included love, mystery, deceit, and heartache -- among a number of other elements. A Simple Christmas ties together the loose ends from the previous books, answering questions that were woven into those stories. This is one of my favorite of Charlotte Hubbard's books. The characters are full of life, and the story moves at the perfect pace to keep things very interesting. Fans of good Amish fiction should enjoy this story, a great way to begin reading your way into the Christmas season. A Simple Christmas would best be enjoyed following the previous books in the series -- A Simple Vow and A Simple Wish. Thanks to the author for providing a copy of the book. I am happy to share my own thoughts in this review.
A Simple Christmas by Charlotte Hubbard is the third book in the Simple Gifts series. Nora Hooley’s shop, Simple Gifts is full of beautiful handcrafted Amish items including wreaths made by Rosalyn Riehl. Rosalyn works in the shop part-time as well happy to escape from her crotchety father. Rosalyn is the last unmarried daughter of clockmaker, Cornelius Riehl. They have been receiving bills with Past Due on them and Cornelius is providing less money for household expenses including food. Cornelius spends a great deal of time locked away in his workshop and his attitude, which has never been cordial, has gotten worse of late. Rosalyn is thankful her sister and her husband are still living with them. Marcus Hooley, a horse trainer, arrives in town for his new job with Wyatt McKenzie. Marcus’ wild ways have gotten him fired from his last three jobs despite his excellent skills and he is worried that someone is following him to Willow Ridge. Marcus was raised Amish, but he jumped the fence and has been enjoying the Englisch lifestyle. Despite his unorthodox arrival at his farm, Wyatt hires Marcus with certain conditions. This is Marcus’ last chance and he knows it. When Marcus meets Rosalyn, he is attracted to the lovely Amish maidel. Spending time with Rosalyn and the residents of Willow Ridge, makes Marcus rethink his life choices. Marcus beings to notice some oddities and may be able to shed some light on hidden secrets. A Simple Christmas is a lovely, heartwarming Amish story. I thought it was well-written with steady pacing. It is an engaging novel that captured my attention right away and held it until the end. There is a complex plot involving Cornelius with unexpected twists along the way. I was eager to find out what secrets Cornelius has been keeping from his family and the town. Cornelius is the type of character that readers will dislike (just like we are supposed to). Rosalyn is a caring, thoughtful woman with a good heart. Marcus was the perfect partner for Rosalyn. It was nice to see him evolve. Charlotte Hubbard creates wonderful characters, and I love the town of Willow Ridge (I want to live there). Such a charming small town with thoughtful residents. It was nice to spend more time with Wyatt and Rebecca. Readers will be happy with the developments in their relationship. A Simple Christmas is not a standalone novel. You need to read the books in the Simple Gifts series in order as each book builds upon the previous one. I am giving A Simple Christmas 4 out of 5 stars (I liked it). While the romance is predictable, is it sweet and romantic. One of the main Christian themes is putting our worries in God’s hands and let Him handle it. A Simple Christmas is an uplifting novel that will warm your heart and have you humming Christmas carols.
We once again meet characters from previous books by the author. In this book, the Amish community of Willow Ridge is preparing for Christmas. Rosalyn Riehl is working in the Simple Gifts craft shop making her beautiful natural wreaths. After the death of her mother, Rosalyn, being the oldest daughter, yet to marry, and still living at home, continually receives the ire of her Old Amish Order father, who is also a Deacon in the church, for working away from home and anytime she attempts to create time and activity for herself. “Bad boy”, Marcus Hooley, comes to town after “burning all the bridges behind him”, to see if his extended family, the Hooleys, who we have met in previous books, will help him to pursue his love of being a horse trainer and to make things better for his life. He has rejected his Amish roots and turned “English”, which makes him forbidden territory for Rosalyn, who is attracted to him. Marcus stumbles upon information regarding Rosalyn’s father, who has been very verbal towards Marcus regarding his ill feelings about him. Eventually, things come to light that will shock all the community. How will this affect Marcus’ standing in the community, Roslyn’s attraction towards him and Rosalyn’s father’s standing in the community? I really enjoyed this book. It is a very quick read and I highly recommend this book. I received a complimentary copy of this book from Zondervan through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.
Charlotte Hubbard is an amazing author who does a phenomenal job with Amish fiction. Definitely on my list of faves! I really enjoyed reading this book, a continuation of the Simple Gifts series of books. It was fun to see the characters of the previous books actively participate in this latest book. It's a Christmas story, but it was enjoyable even at this time of year. Rosalyn Riehl is busy preparing hand-made wreaths for the holidays. As Marcus appears on the scene, apparently a bit of a trouble maker in his not-so distant past, he sets his eye on Rosalyn, but her dat is a gruff sort and so who knows what excitement will happen! This is a fun read and as with everything I have read from this author, this was a winner. I highly recommend it! I was given a copy of this book from the author. All thoughts are my own.