The Amish Bride

The Amish Bride
Emma Miller

An Unexpected CourtshipEllen Beachey's dreams of being a devoted Amish wife and mother are finally within her reach. But she didn't expect she'd have to choose between two brothers.Golden-haired Micah has a heart filled with adventure and a ready smile. Serious but gentle elder brother Neziah is a devoted and caring father of two. But Ellen and Neziah share a heartbreaking past that might prevent any hope of a future. Ellen never imagined an arranged union as a way to find true love. She wants to be loyal to her family, but she needs to follow her heart…if only she can figure out what it wants.Lancaster Courtships: Life and love in Amish countryCollect all 3 book in the series!The Amish Bride by Emme MillerThe Amish Mother by Rebecca KertzThe Amish Midwife by Patricia Davids

An Unexpected Courtship

Ellen Beachey’s dreams of being a devoted Amish wife and mother are finally within her reach. But she didn’t expect she’d have to choose between two brothers. Golden-haired Micah has a heart filled with adventure and a ready smile. Serious but gentle elder brother Neziah is a devoted and caring father of two. But Ellen and Neziah share a heartbreaking past that might prevent any hope of a future. Ellen never imagined an arranged union as a way to find true love. She wants to be loyal to her family, but she needs to follow her heart…if only she can figure out what it wants.

“No matter what happens between you and me, I think you should find the wife who’s meant for you.”

“Does that mean you prefer Micah over me?” Neziah asked.

“I didn’t say that.”

He felt his heart swell with…hope. “So I’m still in the running?”

She turned to him, and in the darkness he could feel her more than he could see her. “Now you sound like Micah. This is not a contest.” She rose. “I should get home.”

He jumped up. “I guess we need to talk about what happened with us. When we ended our courtship. Do you want to talk about that, Ellen?”

To his surprise, she gave a laugh. “I think we’ve had enough serious discussion for one night, don’t you?”

He smiled and fell in step beside her. “Can I hold your hand?” he whispered.

She laughed again and gave him a little push. And then he felt her small, warm hand slip into his and he grinned all the way to her farmhouse steps.

EMMA MILLER lives quietly in her old farmhouse in rural Delaware. Fortunate enough to be born into a family of strong faith, she grew up on a dairy farm, surrounded by loving parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. Emma was educated in local schools and once taught in an Amish schoolhouse. When she’s not caring for her large family, reading and writing are her favorite pastimes.

The Amish Bride

Emma Miller

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A friend loves at all times…

—Proverbs 17:17

Contents

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Back Cover Text (#uda8a6be5-20e1-55f3-b90e-cb8ba064167e)

Introduction (#u055c4a43-9a6f-5def-97cf-3fd0d99c617b)

About the Author (#u05f53f05-dfbb-50db-8fd2-2cd78a5938fd)

Title Page (#u80eacc46-668d-5ca6-8527-d12dcb6c1526)

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Chapter One (#ulink_3e750888-a1fd-5fe1-bf9a-9eb1861d2edd)

Chapter Two (#ulink_b8bcc6e9-943e-5744-abd1-3814a40d8d26)

Chapter Three (#ulink_e4093dd8-3552-5cfe-a50b-cc68a2a71e3e)

Chapter Four (#ulink_a90f78ad-da39-5b49-a0fd-7d1427727519)

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Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter One (#ulink_b35bdf59-e4f5-5c41-af3c-1430fda0aec3)

Lancaster County, Pennsylvania

It was half-past nine when Ellen Beachey halted her push scooter at the top of the steep driveway that ran from her parents’ white farmhouse down to the public road. Normally, she would be at the craft shop by nine, but this had been one of her mother’s bad days when her everyday tasks seemed a lot more difficult. Her mam was in her midseventies, so it wasn’t surprising to Ellen that she was losing some of her vim and vigor. After milking the cow and feeding the chickens before breakfast, Ellen had remained after they’d eaten to tidy up the kitchen, finish a load of wash and pin the sheets on the line.

She didn’t mind. She was devoted to her mutter, and it was a gorgeous day to hang laundry. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the sticky heat of August had eased and there was a breeze, sweet with the aroma of ripening grapes and apples from the orchard. But with her dat’s arthritis acting up, and her mam not at her best, Ellen felt the full weight of responsibility for the shop and the household. The craft store was her family’s main source of income, and it was up to her to see that it made a profit.