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Kelly Irvin, author of the Bliss Creek Amish series, brings the story of the New Hope Amish to a dramatic conclusion in A Plain Love Song.Adah Knepp wants nothing more than to make music. It's all she's ever desired-to sing and play the guitar and write her own songs. That's a dream that will never come true in the confines of her strict Amish community. But then she meets Jackson Hart, and all of a sudden she finds the chance for a different kind of life. A real stage, a real guitar, and a real opportunity to sing her songs to a real audience!But pursuing her dreams means turning her back on her family and community-and saying goodbye to Matthew, the gentle Amish farmer she can't get out of her mind. Is it worth giving up the only home she's ever known to pursue her dreams?

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Publié par	Harvest House Publishers
Date de parution	01 juillet 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780736954990
Langue	English

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Other books by Kelly Irvin
T HE B LISS C REEK A MISH
To Love and to Cherish
http://bit.ly/ToLoveandtoCherish
A Heart Made New
http://bit.ly/HeartMadeNew
Love s Journey Home
http://bit.ly/LovesJourneyHome
T HE N EW H OPE A MISH
Love Still Stands
http://bit.ly/LoveStillStands
Love Redeemed
http://bit.ly/LoveRedeemed
HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
All Scripture quotations are from the Holy Bible, New International Version , NIV . Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.
Cover by Garborg Design Works, Savage, Minnesota
Cover photos Chris Garborg; Iakov Kalinin, geargodz / Bigstock
A PLAIN LOVE SONG
Copyright 2014 by Kelly Irvin
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
www.harvesthousepublishers.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Irvin, Kelly.
A plain love song / Kelly Irvin.
pages cm.-(The New Hope Amish ; book 3)
ISBN 978-0-7369-5498-3 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-0-7369-5499-0 (eBook)
1. Amish-Fiction. 2. Life change events-Fiction. 3. Musicians-Fiction I. Title.
PS3609.R82P55 2014
813 .6-dc23
2013043582
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Dedication
To Tim, Erin, and Nicholas
Love always
Contents
Other books by Kelly Irvin
Dedication
The Original New Hope Families
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Epilogue
Discussion Questions
About the Author
Ready to Discover More?
Shout for joy to the L ORD, all the earth, burst into jubilant song with music make music to the L ORD with the harp, with the harp and the sound of singing, with trumpets and the blast of the ram s horn- shout for joy before the L ORD, the king.
Let the sea resound and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it. Let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains sing together for joy; let them sing before the L ORD, for he comes to judge the earth. He will judge the world in righteousness and the peoples with equity.
P SALM 98:4-9
The Original New Hope Families
Luke Leah
Shirack
William
Joseph
Esther Martha (twins)
Jebediah
Hazel
Elijah Bethel
Christner
John
Silas Katie
Christner
Jesse
Simon
Martin
Phoebe
Elam
Hannah
Lydia
Sarah
Ida Weaver (Katie s sister)
Thomas Emma
Brennaman
Eli
Rebecca
Caleb
Lilah
Mary Lillie Shirack (Emma s sisters)
Tobias Edna
Daugherty
Jacob
Michael
Ephraim
Nathaniel
Margaret
Isabel
Aaron Mary
Troyer
Matthew
Molly
Reuben
Abraham Alexander (twins)
Ella
Laura
Benjamin Irene
Knepp
Hiram
Daniel
Adah
Melinda
Abram
Joanna
Jonathan
Peter Cynthia
Daugherty
Rufus
Enos
Deborah
Rachel
John
Mark
Phillip
Ruth
Naomi
Chapter 1
N ot having a pencil and paper handy made writing a song a challenge for Adah Knepp.
But then she liked a challenge.
Adah belted out the lyrics, the bob-bob of the horse s head along with the clip-clop of his hooves keeping time on the highway. The squeaking of the buggy wheels joined in. Her voice carried on the warm June wind across the wheat fields of Missouri. Sparrows preening on the power lines that ran along the road served as her only audience. They probably thought she d gone crazy, talking to herself.
She closed her eyes for a second, listening to her own words. They weren t quite right. They didn t sound like the songs she heard on the radio while she cleaned the Harts house. Not like Carrie Underwood or Taylor Swift with their sweet voices. She sounded flat. Of course, she didn t have the benefit of steel guitars, fiddles, keyboards, and drums. She stomped one black sneaker and then the other against the floorboard, picking up the beat. Love like sun-kissed apples She shook her head. Nee, nee. Love like a baby s sweet kisses
No, that wasn t it either. Still mulling over the words, she turned into the open gate adorned with a huge wrought iron H and onto the sunflower-lined dirt road that led to the Hart farm. She would clean the house lickety-split and use the rest of the afternoon to work on her song before she went home. That way she wouldn t be late and Mudder wouldn t have cause to complain. Stop mooning around, Adah, and get to work. Those dishes won t wash themselves.
Which, of course, they wouldn t. Having six brothers and sisters, Adah surely wished they would. How about that for a fanciful notion?
She could write her song, cook, clean, and still be ready to take a ride after dark if Matthew Troyer should happen to shine his flashlight in her window. Gott was good.
A horse whinnied, an uncertain, unhappy sound that carried on a breeze that kept the day from being stifling hot. A man answered in a soft, coaxing singsong. The voice reminded Adah of the announcer on the radio the Harts kept tuned to a country music station. It was husky like sandpaper, yet smooth and warm like kaffi made with an extra dollop of milk and three pinches of sugar.
Come on, steady, come on, you re okay, I promise. It s fine, it s okay, it s fine, the voice sang in a steady patter of sweet nothings.
Drawn by the velvety words, Adah hopped from the buggy and approached the fence. The voice belonged to a tall, lean man with a shock of black hair, ruffled and sweat-soaked under the rim of a dirty straw cowboy hat. He held a blanket in one hand while he used his other hand to hold the lead rope attached to a tawny Palomino with a long dark mane and tail. The man wore a T-shirt and tattered jeans faded to a blue-white. The sun glinted on the huge silver buckle on a belt that hugged his narrow hips.
Come on, come on, girl, he crooned as he crept closer to the horse. It won t hurt you, I promise. Remember this blanket? We played with it yesterday. You remember.
At that moment he looked across the corral and their gazes met. Hey there, Amish girl.
He said Amish girl as if it were her full name. As if he d been waiting for her. As if he were glad to see her. It made her smile. I m Adah.
Letting the lead rope out, he sidled away from the horse without turning his back on it. The horse pranced and arched her long neck as if she knew she no longer had the man s complete attention. I know. Adah the Amish girl. The house cleaner.
Mrs. Hart called her the maid, a word that didn t bother Adah in the least. She did honest work and what she earned helped her family pay for the things they needed, things they couldn t grow or make.
That s me.
For some reason she couldn t string words together in a simple sentence. She edged toward the buggy. She shouldn t have stopped. She should ve gone right up to the house. Mind yourself with these Englischers. Mudder s voice echoed in her ears. You clean their houses. That s all.
I m Jackson Hart.
Adah figured as much. He was the spitting image of his father. She d started working at the Harts after Jackson left for the spring semester of college so she hadn t met him, but she recognized him from the dozens of photos that lined the walls of the Hart living room and the room they referred to as the study. The study where she lingered over her dusting so she could run her fingers over the ivory keys of a grand piano. On the wall were photos of family members posing with horses and steers and trophies and ribbons.
Jackson glanced at the horse and then back at Adah. You ever seen someone break a horse to a saddle?
My daed -my father-does it.
Maybe he should come do this one. This filly s a stinker.
She s willful. That s what her daed said about Adah. He said she was worse than a wild horse when it came to being stubborn. Her mudder said she inherited that from Daed. Either way, she d made more than her share of trips to the woodshed as a little girl. She doesn t want to give up her wild ways.
Like Adah had been doing since starting her rumspringa . She d been avoiding baptism for two years now.
My brother says he can t be ridden. The family we bought her from waited too long to break her, but I think she can be taught to be a lady. Today is her day to learn who s boss. Jackson grinned, his teeth white against the dark stubble on his chin. The bottom teeth were a little crooked, but they took nothing away from the blinding effect. That would be me. I m gonna turn her into a rodeo horse.
Adah had seen the rodeo when her family went to the county fair to visit the exhibits. They didn t have money to buy tickets, but she d peeked into the arena. Riding a bucking horse or bull or lassoing a bawling calf for sport didn t make much sense to her.
I d better get in the house. The words came out in a stutter. Why, she had no idea. She heaved a breath and tried again. There are floors to be mopped.
Mom went to the grocery store. Then she s stopping by the house in town. Somehow he made this information s