I’m excited to announce that Book 2 of the Amish Couples series, Amish Bakery Challenge: Mercy and Samuel’s Book, has launched! To celebrate, I’ll be offering the book at an introductory price of $0.99 today through Sunday August 31st! After that, the price will go up to $2.99, so be sure to get it while it’s hot. š
Amish Bakery Challenge was one of my favorite Amish novellas to write, not only because I adore Mercy and Samuel, but because there’s so much at stake for the young couple. They’veĀ worked hard to build the general store and bakery of their dreams, but Mercy’s old boss, Mrs. Stoltzfus of Stoltzfus Bakery, accuses Mercy of stealing her recipes and her business. Soon, Mercy must deal with a boycott of her beloved bakery, and Samuel, ever the problem-solver, must devise an innovative way to appease Mrs. Stoltzfus while still keeping the business intact. The book is full of high drama, and even a shunning. It’s also my longest Amish novella ever, so I hope you enjoy it!
Here’s an excerpt from the book. Chapter One is found at the end of Amish Baby: Hannah and Jakob’s Book (Book 1 of the Amish Couples series), and Chapter Two is found in this recent blog post. Happy reading!
Chapter Three: Mercy
Ā I flounce upstairs, and Samuel trails wordlessly after me. I canāt believe that heās even considering studying on a Saturday night, when weāve both worked so hard all week. And I canāt believe that heād want to āstay inā this noisy house. I know Iāve only been home for a little over an hour, but I already feel the need to get out. Itās as though the walls are closing in on me.
I fling open the door of our bedroom, which I used to share with my twin sister, Rebekah. One small bed sits in each corner of the room; Samuel and I canāt even sleep togetherānot that we havenāt tried. Once, we pushed the beds together, which ended horribly. Theyāre not exactly the same height, and I rolled into the crack between them in my sleep, and woke up the next morning with my hand numb from being wedged in there for hours. We also tried cramming ourselves into one tiny bed, which seemed like a fine option until Samuel rolled off one night and crashed onto the floor. Then, of course, my entire family came barging into the room, demanding to know if everything was okay.
Thereās no privacy here, and even the beds are conspiring to ruin our love life. Ā Hannah always tells me how beautiful it is to fall asleep in her mann Jakobās arms; I canāt even imagine feeling that romantic about bland, serious Jakob, so Iāll have to take her word for it. However, Iām sure that sleeping in Samuelās arms would be amazingāif I ever had the chance to do it.
I launch myself onto my childhood bed, and Samuel flops down next to me. His big brown eyes study my face. āOkay, Mercy. Whatās wrong?ā
āWhatās not wrong? We work all week, and then have to put up with being ambushed by my brothers and sisters in this little house where everyone knows our business. And then you donāt even want to get out to escape it for a while.ā
Samuel rubs his callused, work-roughened fingers over the back of my hands. āYouāre wrong about that, liebchen. I would love to get out tonight, and I know itās perfect weather for a buggy ride. The problem is, though, that I have to study all this material by next week.ā He holds up a stack of notebooks. āThere are business notes, and agriculture ones, too. How am I ever supposed to get through all this material?ā
āYou shouldnāt have to study a lot,ā I protest, making a face. āYouāre practicing business and farming every day. You probably know it better than the professors. Canāt you just take one night off?ā
I flutter my eyelashes and try my best to add a sugary, wheedling lilt to my voice, like icing on a cupcake. āCome on, Samuel. I really want to spend some time with you, and only you.ā
Samuelās face softens, and for a split second, I think I just might be getting somewhere. A moment later, however, he rubs his left templeāa dead giveaway that heās coming down with one of his stress headachesāand says, āSo do I, but not tonight. Can we just stop talking about this, please?ā
I study my mannās tight, drawn face, and wonder what to say. I know that he has a demanding school schedule, and balancing that with chores, farming, and working in the general store is nearly impossible. But I also know that I need time with him. Between work and my noisy, nosy family, I feel as though I never see my mann alone.
I donāt want to fight with him, but I do want to get my way. So, I purse my lips into what I hope is a luscious pout. āOkay, then, Iām going to sleep. Thereās no need to stay awake if my mann doesnāt even want to take a short ride with me.ā I collapse backwards on the bed, closing my eyes, but a moment later I open one eye ever-so-slightly to gauge Samuelās reaction.
Samuel is glancing out the window. āYouāre sleeping now? Itās barely even dark outside.ā
āYah, I might as well. Thereās nothing better to do, anyway.ā
āMercy,ā Samuel says in a warning tone.
I simply lie there, squeezing my eyes shut.
āCome on, stop it,ā Samuel says, his voice heavy with irritation. My eyes pop open, and I can see that his face has turned the same deep red as the beets that I canned for the general store last fall.
āYouāre being selfish and immature, like a spoiled little bobbel,ā he continues. āDo you have any idea how much Iāve been doing lately? I have classes at Slippery Rock three days a week, and finals are coming up. Iāve been doing chores here and helping out on the farm before school. And I work at the store after school and the other three days of the week. Iāve barely had any time to study. Canāt you just leave me alone for one night?ā
What? Suddenly, I can almost feel my blood bubbling through my veins, hot with fury. I squint at my mann and hop off the bed, slipping on my shoes and fastening my bonnet on top of my head.
Samuel frowns at me. āWhere are you going?ā
I stomp toward the bedroom door. āTo leave you alone, of course. I thought that was what you wanted.ā
Samuel springs up from the bed, grabbing both my wrists. āMercy. Donāt run off and do anything foolish. Youāre not going to the city again, are you?ā
I stare at Samuel with narrowed eyes. The truth is, I hadnāt really thought much about where Iād go to leave him alone. I wouldnāt mind a change of scene, but I know I couldnāt possibly go to the city. When I snuck off to visit Rebekah, Iād been single and on Rumspringa. Now, Iām baptized and married, and would be shunned for leaving the community without the approval of my mann and the elders.
āOf course not,ā I tell him finally. āIām just going for a walk. I need some air. Maybe I need to be alone, too.ā
Samuel sighs, glancing from me to his notes, and then back again. His shoulders sag, and at that moment, he just looks tired. āThis isnāt how I want things to go between us. I love you. I just feel like you donāt appreciate the load Iām under sometimes.ā
Thatās not true. Iām well aware of the load heās under, because it causes us to have next to no time together. But I just canāt fight with him when he looks so dejected. So I say, āOkay, maybe I forget sometimes. Iām sorry. But I donāt think you realize how hurtful it is when you shove me aside for work.ā
Samuel takes both my hands in his, swinging them back and forth. āIām sorry liebchen. Look, why donāt you give me about an hour with these notes, and then we can take a short, late ride? It can be like a reward.ā
I grin at Samuel, squeezing his hands. āSounds wunderbar. You see, that wasnāt so hard, was it?ā