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Lauer, Rosalind

 
9780345543264: A Simple Faith: A Lancaster Crossroads Novel
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ISBN 10: 0345543262 ISBN 13: 9780345543264
Verlag: Ballantine Books, 2013

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For fans of Beverly Lewis and Cindy Woodsmall, Rosalind Lauer’s uplifting Lancaster Crossroads novel A Simple Faith brings together disparate lives in a warm Amish setting.
 
BLESSINGS BORN OF TRAGEDY
A LOVE TO HEAL ALL FEARS
 
Rushing to the scene of a tragic highway collision, nursing student Haley Donovan draws on her training to care for the passengers in the crumpled van. The experience wins her a place in Lancaster County’s tight-knit Amish society, and draws her to kindhearted psychologist Dylan Monroe. Working side by side with Dylan, who is bringing counseling services to the small town of Halfway, Haley feels an undeniable attraction between them, yet she senses that Dylan is holding back, scarred by the wounds of his past.
 
Elsie Lapp, the manager of Halfway’s country store, is a voice of cheer and goodwill for her customers. But Elsie’s serene world spins out of control with the terrible crash, and the young woman finds herself grappling for the simple faith that has always sustained her. Her burden is eased by Ruben Zook, a neighbor known for his snide jokes. In the aftermath of the accident, Ruben reveals a tender heart that could easily sweep her away. However, Elsie carries secrets that keep her from surrendering her heart.
 
Exploring the ways that faith, hope, and charity bring everyone together, A Simple Faith resonates with the sweetness, purity, and power of love.

Praise for Rosalind Lauer and A Simple Faith
 
“The lives of four people converge in the wake of a horrific accident in the small Pennsylvania town of Halfway. . . . As the four connect, faith, hope, and love begin to bloom. . . . Lauer’s new Amish series launch is sure to be a hit with fans of her ‘Seasons of Lancaster County’ series.”—Library Journal
 
“A lovely story of two sweet couples, this story will warm your heart and spirit.”—The Parkersburg News and Sentinel
 
“Sweet, touching . . . The Amish culture, religion and way of life feel accurately depicted.”—RT Book Reviews
 
“[Lauer] definitely sets the bar high for Amish romance stories.”—Fresh Fiction, on A Simple Winter

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Rosalind Lauer is the author of A Simple Winter, A Simple Spring, A Simple Autumn, and the novella A Simple Crossroads. She grew up in a large family in Maryland and began visiting Lancaster County’s Amish community as a child. Lauer attended Wagner College in New York City and worked as an editor for Simon & Schuster and Harlequin Books. She now lives with her family in Oregon, where she writes in the shade of some towering two-hundred-year-old Douglas fir trees.

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January

“Don’t leave me.”The woman lifted a withered hand from the white bedsheets, reaching for Haley. “You’re the only one who listens.”

Haley Donovan held the patient’s hand yet again, gently stroking the mottled skin on her wrist. “Mrs. Pendergrass, I would love to stay, but you know I have other patients to take care of.”

“I know that, but you can’t say no to an old woman who needs you. Now, be a doll and get me my handbag from the closet.”

As Haley reached for the purse, her nail caught on a sharp edge of the small cubby, snagging it. She winced as she handed over the bag, her supervisor’s voice haunting her.

Keep your nails trimmed and short. Don’t let your vanity get in the way of patient care.

“What’s the matter, princess?” the old woman asked.

“Nothing.” Haley looked away quickly, not sure what bothered her more--tearing her nail or being called a princess. Was it because of her blond hair? Her long legs? Too much makeup?

People were so quick to stereotype her as a dumb blonde, and the princess thing . . . that just rubbed her the wrong way. Graham had called her princess, and he’d fully intended to take care of her as if she were a queen.

A queen trapped in a castle.

If she had stayed with him, she wouldn’t have to be here now, emptying bedpans, breaking nails, and ducking her supervisor. She would be well rested, well dressed, and well manicured. A fair princess, destined to follow her husband’s decisions and dream his dreams.

No . . . that wasn’t the life Haley wanted. But sometimes she wondered if she was really cut out for hospital work. Patients like Mrs. Pendergrass made Haley wonder if she was doing the right thing, trying to be a nurse. She didn’t mind giving the woman a sponge bath and brushing her hair and listening to her stories of how things used to be. But the woman, who seemed fit as a fiddle, was monopolizing her time. Haley couldn’t do anything to help Mrs. Pendergrass, and with two other patients waiting for care, Haley felt tension mounting.

She wasn’t cut out for this. Already she was a failure in her profession, and she wasn’t even out of nursing school yet.

It seemed to be a pattern in her life now. Failure in love. Failure in school. Failure in life.

No, that wasn’t entirely fair. She was giving it all another try, with some major changes. She’d returned to school and she was trying to make a positive difference in the world.

She tuned in to what her patient was saying, another story about her daughter and grandchildren who had moved to Pittsburgh. Her heart ached for this woman’s loneliness, but if Dr. Swanson found out that Haley had already spent so much time with one patient, she would be in big trouble.

“You won’t want me chattering in here when your show is on. It starts in ten minutes.” Haley showed Mrs. Pendergrass the TV remote and the call button, and then reminded her to drink some water.

“But you’ll come back?” the woman asked, her face awash with worry.

“Definitely.”

Haley sank her teeth into her lower lip as she noticed the clock over the nurses’ station. Two hours of her shift had already passed, and they’d been monopolized by Mrs. Pendergrass. It wasn’t fair to the other patients who legitimately needed care, and Haley knew she was going to be in a pickle if she didn’t get started on her clinical assessments. She hadn’t taken any notes, and if she didn’t get something down soon she would be lost when it came time to start her reports. “It’s clear that, as a nursing student, writing is your weakness,” Dr. Swanson, her clinical advisor, had told her. “You need to work on time management, and your patient notes need to be more concise.”

It was true--Haley knew it--but these were issues she had wrestled with all her life. A simple report became a challenge when letters jumped around the page and turned sideways.

“Stop biting your lip; it’s not a good look for you.” Aeesha didn’t even look up from the computer, where she was updating charts. Aeesha Wilkins, a fellow nursing student, always managed to keep her sense of humor, even during tense moments. “What’s stressing you, sweet pea?”

“Mrs. Pendergrass in 312.”

“The whiner?”

Haley blew back her bangs, nodding. “She’s sweet, but nothing I do satisfies her, and she just doesn’t understand that I can’t spend my entire shift doting on her. I have two other patients.”

“And charts to do. And Swanson breathing down our necks.” Aeesha clicked the mouse, then typed in some notes. “How about I trade you my Amish man for your whiner?”

Haley looked up at the board. “Mr. Yoder in 320? I wish.”  Yoder had mangled a hand in a farming accident--a dramatic injury that had made the local news. Although she was still a nursing student, Haley knew she was drawn to patients who required more intensive care. “At least Mr. Yoder has a real injury,” Haley said. “He needs medical attention. Unlike Mrs. Pendergrass, who complains of phantom pain that comes and goes.”

“The old phantom pain story.” Aeesha shook her head. “So many of them just come in for drugs. It’s sad, but I don’t mind doting. I figure TLC is nonaddicting, and I’m good with the old ones. The Amish--that’s another story. Did you see all the visitors he has? His room is packed with Amish men. All those men, talking a mile a minute with their long beards and black fedoras. It’s way out of my comfort zone to march in and start a sponge bath. Telling an Amish man to get naked, that just seems wrong.”

Haley grinned. “He’s a patient, like any other. And he needs real nursing care, not just sympathy and back rubs. Believe me, I’d switch with you if Swanson wouldn’t blow a gasket over it.”

“At least you’re considering my gaskets before you make an arbitrary change.” The clipped voice made Haley and Aeesha look up from the counter. Dr. Sonia Swanson, their clinical supervisor, stood there beside a young man in a navy suit with the bluest eyes Haley had ever seen.

“Dr. Swanson . . .” Haley stammered. “We were just--”

“Comparing notes? Broadcasting patients’ personal details? Displaying blatant unprofessionalism?” She glared at Haley and Aeesha as if they’d been dancing down the hall in bikinis.

“Sorry.” Haley wasn’t sure how much their instructor had heard, but she couldn’t let this incident impact her grade. With her test anxiety, she was counting on a high clinical evaluation to bring up her overall grade. Her scholarship would dry up if she didn’t maintain a B average, and she couldn’t afford to continue nursing school without that stipend. “We were just wondering if our patients might be better off if we made a switch.”

“We’re just trying to work things out so that we can play to our strengths,” Aeesha added. “No disrespect intended.”

“None taken.” Swanson pinched a button on her crisp white jacket with her name monogrammed over the pocket. “But before you go trading patients like stocks, you need to know that I don’t sling out assignments randomly. When you’re certified staff nurses, you’ll need to work with patients who do not play to your strengths, and you might...

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Verlag
Ballantine Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2013
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0345543262
ISBN 13 
9780345543264
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
384
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