Monday, September 3, 2012

Bachelor's Choice by Prolific Author Marsha Hubler


Marsha has had a background conducive to effective writing. She has a master’s degree in education from Bloomsburg University, Bloomsburg, PA, and has been an educator for over forty years. She had co-founded two private schools, Kreamer Christian Academy, Kreamer, PA, and the Bethesda Prep School, Milton, PA, and had served as teacher in each. She is presently a PA certified homeschool consultant, working out of her office in her Middleburg home, where she lives with her husband and two dogs.

Marsha has owned horses for over 20 years, therefore knows her horse facts in and out. She also lives in central PA, “Dutch” country, highly populated by the Amish and Mennonite, who have been a valuable first-hand resource for Marsha’s latest project, THE LOVES OF SNYDER COUNTY, a series about the Amish and Mennonite folk in the beautiful Susquehanna Valley in central PA.

Marsha is excited that her eight-book “Keystone Stables Series” juvenile fiction published by Zonderkidz has become a best seller. She also is quite proud of her last two stand-alone books, RICKIE RIDES TO THE RESCUE and THE SECRET OF WOLF CANYON. She has 13 books in print with her Amish/Mennonite fiction series for ladies joining her publishing credentials with an e-book release of BACHELOR’S CHOICE online any day now.

She hears from her fans on a regular basis. Several have said they have started to seriously think about God, and one gal wrote that she was thinking of killing herself until she read one of Marsha’s books. 

“That’s the best pay any writer could ever get,” Marsha says. “I write not only to entertain but also to encourage my readers. Every one of my books has a positive outlook on life with solutions to every problem with God’s help.”

Her life verse is 1 Corinthians 15:10a: “But by the grace of God I am what I am …”

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Horse Facts for Kids Blog:
 (Includes THE LOVES OF SNYDER COUNTY AMISH/MENNONITE page)

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Publisher’s Blog Talk Radio Interview: Radio Interview
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Back Cover Blurb:
John Friesen is a bachelor at the age of twenty-three and is having the time of his life. One of the most handsome eligible young men in the Mennonite community, John has never been in a hurry to choose a wife and settle down. He’s not a bit worried about being “passed over.” He enjoys the simple life of helping his dad with the family farm and breeding registered Tennessee Walking horses on the side.

Every unmarried gal in the Mennonite community has her eyes on John, not only because of his stunning looks but his godly, quiet demeanor and kind, gentle ways. Whenever the gals are together, John’s the talk of the quilting circles and Sunday fellowships after church. Three girls, in particular, care deeply for John and secretly determine to win his heart in their own special way. Only a serious accident—a fall from his horse—leads John to the one girl who will love him unconditionally. But which one does he choose?

An excerpt from Bachelor's Choice:

BACHELOR’S CHOICE
Volume One in “The Loves of Snyder County” Series
Marsha Hubler
Chapter One
Scene One

“John, would you like a cup of coffee or lemonade?”

“No, danke. Not right nah, Katrina. Maybe later.”

It wasn’t only the heaps of Pennsylvania Dutch cooking that John Friesen loved so much at his church socials. Twenty-three years old, handsome as a Greek sculpture, and still unwed, he relished the attention he got from all the pretty single gals who eyed him like maids in waiting, eager to serve their royal king.

On a sunny Lord’s Day in May, John sat at a table in the large community center at Maple Grove Mennonite Church with his daed, Eli, his mamm, Louellen, his not-too-much younger sister Valerie, and adopted teen brother Lester, better known as Skip. The monthly fellowship after morning service was under way and would last well into the afternoon. The room buzzed with well nigh over a hundred Mennonites talking and eating, corner tables flowing with homemade casseroles, salads and cakes, and a kitchen packed with women in their prayer kapps serving coffee, lemonade, and slices of pies. The luscious aroma of baked ham with cloves hung in the air.

“Please pass the rolls,” John said as he enjoyed his mound of food.

 Sitting directly across from John, three young ladies reached for a tray in the center of the table. While John forked his mashed potatoes, he studied the girls in their white prayer kapps and colorful Sunday-best dresses and the “awkward” situation that had developed. He bit his lip to suppress the urge to burst out laughing while all three gals clutched the tray as though it were glued to their hands.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Sweet, kind Katrina Shoffler was the first to pull away. Although she had probably made the rolls, Katrina had the gentle spirit of a newborn fawn. She would never deliberately hurt another soul on God’s green earth. John knew that all too well since they were sweethearts for a while in third grade at Maple Grove Mennonite School. John smiled at Katrina as their eyes met, and she slid back into her chair. Her drab brown eyes and granny glasses, framed by mousy brown hair pulled back into a bun, studied John, and she turned bright red. She looked away, gave her glasses a quick poke, and nervously sipped her drink.

But her kind heart and baked goods sure do make up for her plain looks, John mused as he took a bite of ham.

“I’ve got the tray.” Mandie Kauffman tried to discreetly pull it from the third girl’s hand and move it toward John. Long black eyelashes fluttering, Mandie gazed longingly at John while she brushed back a strand of loose jet-black hair and wrapped it around her ear.

Ambitious Mandie, John thought. With her most attractive looks and urge to succeed, she just might be able to start that business she has got her eye on. And maybe she will get the husband she’s after, to boot!

“No, I’ve got it!” The third girl, Nanette Peachey, yanked the tray free from Mandie and handed it to John. “Here you are,” she said, her piercing blue eyes and rosy cheeks highlighting gorgeous curly blonde hair that constantly struggled to behave itself underneath the prayer kapp. A pink flowered dress completed her stunning appearance, although her demeanor portrayed “tomboy” rather than “young lady.” As pretty as she was, she had an effect on people like a brussel sprout in the middle of a dish of sweet potatoes. “John, is your mare ready to foal yet?”

“In a few days.” John took two rolls from the tray and gazed at Nanette’s pretty face that had frequented John Friesen’s farm more than any other young lady’s. But for good reason. Nanette loved horses and bred Tennessee Walkers too.

She’s as pretty as apples of gold in a picture of silver. John smiled at Nanette. But she’s as wild as a March hare. There’s never a dull second with Nanette around. If ever a girl should have been a boy, she is it.

“John,” Nanette said, blue eyes shining, “I would be pleased as pie if you would call me when your mare foals. I am looking for another youngin’ to fill the last empty stall. With my top mare foaling about the same time, I could have two babies to pamper.”

“I shall be sure to do just that,” John said then shoved a forkful of baked corn into his mouth. “Perhaps we can work out a trade with one of your other brood mares.”

“John,” Mandie chimed in, curly eyelashes fluttering, “how do you like the sweet potato pie? I made it myself, and I used my own recipe.”

John tasted a forkful of the orange mush and smacked his lips. “Very good, Mandie. I would be pleased to have you share that recipe with Mamm, if it’s not a secret.”

“What’s a secret?” Louellen Friesen asked, her sparkling green eyes and faded auburn hair accenting a beautiful smile and fair complexion.

“No secret, Mrs. Friesen,” Mandie said. “I drummed up a brand new sweet potato pie recipe with extra brown sugar, and John likes it. I’ll be glad to give it to you.”

“That would be nice,” Louellen said as though she didn’t need one more recipe from anyone.

“John?” Katrina said barely loud enough above the echoing chatter in the room.

“Yes, Katrina?” “Mamm was wondering if you could come over some night this week next and fix the gate on the pasture fence. With Daed gone, we need a man to help with some of those kinds of chores.”

John paused then raised his index finger. “Perhaps I’ll be able to stop by Tuesday evening. It all depends on my brood mare and her little one. I need to stay close when Diamond drops.”

“That is so true,” Nanette added. “He’ll need to stay close by. Sometimes there are complications in foaling.”

“Especially if the vet is not there to help,” John added.

Nanette turned to Katrina. “My daed and lots of other men in our community can help. They take seriously the pledge they made to your family year last when cancer finally had its way with your daed. So if John can’t do it, be pleased to ask someone else. And I’ll mention it to my daed.”

“Thank you.” Katrina gave John a longing stare dark with a hint of disappointment.

John returned the look with compassionate eyes. I know she would like if only I go. I must do my best to aid an old friend.

“John, please pass the butter,” his mamm said, breaking his concentration.

While the girls chatted among themselves, John talked with his family and enjoyed his meal. He glanced around the busy room, studying the young people. All younger than he, some were courting, two couples were newly weds, and eight or so single girls scattered at other tables threw quick glances his way every now and then.

“John,” Nanette said, “did I tell you that I plan to sell one of my studs at Bowser’s Auction next month?”

“No, I didn’t know that. Which one are you selling?”

“I plan to sell Stormy. He’s living up to his name. He has sired several nice foals, but I can’t take the risk of having him around the other horses. He’s just too much of a handful. He’s a kicker. Would you be interested in him? I know you have a way with horses, and you could probably break him of that bad habit.”

“No. My two studs are doing fine for me. I trust you will have a good sale.”

“John,” Mandie inserted, “I baked a pie just for you today. When you are ready to leave, please go to the kitchen. I have your favorite, pecan, set aside with your name on it.” She stared into John’s eyes and gave him her best dimpled smile.

That smile, and charm, has broken the hearts of at least two other young men, John recalled. “Why, I thank you kindly, Mandie.” He glanced at Katrina, whose specialty was baking, and wondered what she was thinking. She sat sipping her drink, staring at John, and just smiling.

At three the social ended after the singing of several hymns and a prayer by Pastor Fowler. While families collected their empty dishes and helped clear the tables, John joined some of the young men who were folding metal chairs and stacking them on a carrier in the corner. At least he was able to do that much with the way he was and all.

“John!” Louellen called from the doorway. She cradled a large casserole dish while John’s daed carried a picnic basket, his one hand resting on Skip’s shoulder. “We’ll be at the car waiting for you!”

“I’ll be there shortly!” John yelled over the commotion.

As fast as his bad leg allowed, he helped stack chairs and helped collapse tables then pile them in a corner. While he worked, John rehearsed his present “unwed” position in the large Snyder County Mennonite community. I’m the oldest single man, and everyone says it’s time to choose a wife. Even my family. But I’m not ready. His glance darted around the room, just in time to catch Nanette waving to him as she slipped out the door in the exiting flow.

Mandie and Katrina had already left. John sighed as he helped stack the last table in its place and thought about all his girl “friends.” It wasn’t that he was playing hard to get with any one of them. And never in a month of Sundays would he lead any young lady on. He had no intentions of hurting anyone. Mandie? Katrina? Nanette? Each one would marry him in the crack of a horse whip. He liked each one of them—a lot, and he considered them very good friends. But marriage?

John shook his head as he limped toward the kitchen to get his pecan pie. I am just not ready!


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Marsha is giving away an e-copy of Bachelor's ChoiceThe giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses.  To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.





Happy Reading!
Caroline Brown

13 comments:

HomePlace Gatherings said...

I live in PA Amish country also!
Great storyline pick. Looking forward to finding out which one he picks and how the other 2 react.

Doreen
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lgm52 said...

I've not read this author but this book sounds great! Thanks for the giveaway.
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cjajsmommy said...

There are a good many old-order Mennonites in my area. I'd like to read this book. djragno [at] hotmail [dot] com

Jennifer said...

I haven't read a Mennonite yet. I have read Amish and got to visit an Amish community in Arthur, Ill when I was 8 years old and I loved it! Bachelor's Choice sounds great and I wished I could have kept reading.
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Nancee said...

I've seen wonderful reviews of Marsha's books. Thank you for offering this giveaway!
Nancee
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Linda Kish said...

I would love to win/read this book. It sounds terrific.

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apple blossom said...

thanks for the chance to win

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ann said...

This sounds like a book I would really enjoy reading. I read Amish fiction and also live close to Amish country - I like visiting there too
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Carol Q. said...

This sounds great and from a new author for me. Thanks for the chance

Wendy Newcomb said...

Sounds like a great book, thank you for hosting this giveaway.

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Anne Payne said...

Sounds cute! I love to read about the PA Amish & Mennonite communities. My husband is planning on taking me there soon :)

Thank you for the opportunity to win a copy of the book.

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Anonymous said...

I am thankful for all authors! I love to read and finding new Christian ones is such a blessing. I hope to win your book and promise to share it with others :)
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Anonymous said...

I wish I could visit Amish country, but have to be satisfied with reading books. Please enter this for me.
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