It’s always a thrill to see my books come out in different formats. THE BISHOP’S DAUGHTER is now available in paperback, large print hardcover, and audio version!
If you haven’t read my first Amish novel through Kensington Books yet, now’s a good time to pick it up, just before the sequel comes out at the end of this month!
It has:
-the bishop’s daughter, now a widow
-the boy she loved when she was young and naive, who is now back in the Amish community after a reckless time away…
-a little boy in need of a real father
-a community that means to help… they really do try, even if it doesn’t always work that way
-all the Amish kitchen coziness that your heart could desire!
The links to purchase this book can be found on my publisher’s website: Buy HERE.
You can buy it in large print, hardcover library binding, too: HERE.
Or you can get the audio version on Audible.com HERE.
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In this poignant, beautifully written novel, a faithful young Amish widow is reunited with her wayward first love . . .
As a bishop’s daughter and good Amish mother, widowed Sadie Hochstetler teaches her young son that God blesses those who try their best to please Him. But her brief marriage taught her that life is infinitely more complicated than that. Older, and serious, her late husband seemed a sensible choice—especially compared to Elijah Fisher, the spirited boy with whom she butted heads and hearts. Then Elijah abruptly left for the Englisher world, taking Sadie’s beloved brother along with him—a double betrayal she still strives to forgive. Especially now that Elijah has returned . . .
Elijah plans to stay in the Amish community only as long as he’s needed, helping his family and working for Sadie’s ailing father. The outside world has changed him, leading him to question rules and restrictions that others take on faith. Once, he’d been head over heels in love with the bishop’s daughter—a girl he was judged unworthy of courting. Nine years have changed so much between them. Yet something remains—a spark that, for all their differences, might light the way home again. . .
