{"product_id":"the-gift-of-joy-isbn-9780593199886","title":"The Gift of Joy","description":"\u003cb\u003eLife is full of joy when it's least expected in this sweet Amish romance from the author of \u003ci\u003eThe Gift of Hope\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Joshua Kanagy’s older brother has left the family gift shop business, which is wonderful gute for Aaron, but not for Joshua. Horses are his talent—raising and training them. But how can Joshua step away from the shop when his parents have already had to give up the dream of leaving their legacy to all three of their sons?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enter Joy Yoder, a determined, if sometimes misguided, helper who always manages to drag Joshua into her schemes and promises. Only now her focus turns to finding a solution to \u003ci\u003ehis\u003c\/i\u003e problem, partly to distract from her own. Her mamm has her heart set on Joy marrying the minister’s son, and she’s not sure she wants to.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Joy gets the grand idea to propose to Joshua, offering a partnership of convenience rather than love. But as the wedding approaches, Joy starts to develop feelings for Joshua. Is it possible Gotte’s plan for Joy includes faith, friendship, and love?\u003cb\u003eKristen McKanagh\u003c\/b\u003e, author of Amish and sweet contemporary romances, grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. She attempted to find a practical career by earning a degree in English rhetoric (technical writing) and an MBA. However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it. Kristen also writes award-winning steamy contemporary romance as Kadie Scott and award-winning paranormal and YA fantasy romance as Abigail Owen. No matter the genre, she loves to write happily-ever-afters that shine with home, heart, and humor. Kristen currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own personal hero husband and their two children, who are growing up way too fast.\u003cp\u003eChapter One\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoy tried not to limp or rub at her sore backside as she paused at the edge of the tree line to observe the area around her family's home.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe large barn where her dat housed the horses he trained-for Amish as well as Englischers-partially blocked her view. Beyond that lay their old family farmhouse with its well-cared-for clapboard siding; flourishing garden, thanks to her mamm's careful attention; and sheets drying on the line. At this hour of the day, Dat would no doubt be either in the barn or the paddock, also hidden from her view, and Mamm in the house, expecting Joy home soon to help with dinner.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIf she could make it inside without anyone seeing her in this state, Joy could change her dress, and no one would be the wiser. Mamm wouldn't know that she'd tried to repair the fence in the back pasture on her own. Anna Yoder didn't like her only dochder doing what she called \"man's work.\" Not when she was trying so hard to get that same dochder married off.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoy brushed at the large streak of dirt across the skirt of her blue dress, to no avail. At least this wasn't her favorite yellow dress. Even if she could clean herself up more, the additional insult of a large rip wasn't something she could hide from her parents' eyes, which were sharp enough to see even a small one.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGuilt tweaked at her heart, because she had been going against their wishes, even if she had only been trying to help. Unfortunately, the fence might be in worse shape now.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat was the least of her worries, though.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCautiously she made her way through the tall, green summer grasses of the open field between the trees and the barn, accompanied by the hum of the bees working away at the wildflowers. Luck was with her, and she reached the red-sided barn unseen. Sticking close to the building, she scooted her way down the long side. A quick poke of her head around the corner showed no one in sight. With careful steps, she inched along. She was almost to the wide, open barn doorway when the low rumble of Father's voice had her stumbling to a stop, her heart leaping like a hop toad in the creek that ran through the woods.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"It saddens me to hear that, Joshua,\" Dat was saying.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoshua Kanagy, no doubt. One of their closest neighbors, he was here often, helping with the horses.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoy paused and, to her shame, moved closer to the doorway to listen better.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHer girlhood fellow adventurer no longer paid her much attention, unless she made him. Not since he'd grown \"too old for shenanigans.\" His words, not hers. A hurt that had worked its way under her skin like a splinter, but she'd been determined not to let it fester. Forgiveness had always come easily for Joy. All Amish practiced it, but she had never had to try.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You know I have appreciated working with you,\" Joshua's voice sounded now.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAppreciated? As in the past, but not anymore?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDat's heavy sigh was easily distinguishable. \"I must admit I had hoped you might apprentice under me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoy had to put a hand over her mouth to hold in her gasp.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoshua was quitting. Except . . . he couldn't. He was born to do this work. Dat said his hands were blessed by Gotte, that Joshua was a born horse trainer. He was here every chance he had. Why would he give up such a gift?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Amos and Samuel might take over someday,\" Dat continued. \"But training horses is a wonderful gute business, enough to go around, and they won't be old enough for years yet. Are you certain?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe wasn't sure what Joshua's reaction to that was, because only silence greeted her ears before Dat spoke again. \"I appreciate that you must honor your parents' wishes and continue your family's work.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUnderstanding settled over her like her mamm's knitted winter shawl. The shop. Joshua was quitting to help run his family's gift shop in town.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoy clenched her hands in fists at her side to keep from running into the barn to argue. Cry out that anyone with half an eye could see that Joshua didn't want to work the shop the same way he did with horses. Gotte didn't pass out blessings of ability and passion to everyone, but He had to Joshua. How could he not honor that? How could his parents not see?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut she'd been trying lately to be less impetuous and had already landed herself in trouble once today. A cooler head prevailed, and she stayed put.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eExcept Sugar Cookie, the poorly named massive orange-and-white barn cat who didn't like anyone, decided at that moment to slink by, hissing at Joy as if she'd moved into his territory.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Shoo,\" she mouthed at the thing, waving her hands. He stopped right in the open barn door and batted a paw at her, his pinched and graying face curled in a snarl.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Go away,\" she mouthed next.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSugar Cookie glared then finally turned up his nose, tail in the air, and slunk away. Joy held her breath, hoping neither man heard or saw anything amiss.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey didn't. \"This is my choice,\" Joshua was saying. \"Please do not say anything to Mamm or Dat.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHer own dat remained silent, and no surprise there, because Joseph and Ruth Kanagy were part of their close-knit Amish community but, as their nearest neighbors, were also close and dear family friends.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Very well,\" Dat said, the words heavy.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat was all? \"Very well\" and let Joshua walk away? He couldn't be pleased about this.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis is none of your concern, Joy Yoder. Her mother's voice sounded in her head. Always Mamm's voice when common sense tried to override her natural spontaneity.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSilence inside again. What were they doing?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe sound of footfalls nearing where she stood had her jumping to scramble back around the side of the barn. She pulled up as she rounded the corner, plastering her back against the wood as Dat stomped away, off toward the house.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe peeped after him, waiting until he disappeared inside before hurrying into the cooler darkness of the barn with its familiar smells of sweet hay, leather, and horseflesh. It took a few blinks for her eyes to adjust after the bright sunlight outside, but then she spotted him. Joshua stood at the other end, putting away equipment.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDark hair that all three Kanagy brothers had inherited from their dat was sticking up in all sorts of ways. Which meant he'd been running his hands through it, a sure sign she recognized from childhood. Joshua was bothered. He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, and her steps slowed as his arms flexed, hefting a freshly oiled saddle onto a rack on the wall. Joy wasn't sure when she'd noticed that Joshua had grown into a man, but every so often she found it . . . distracting.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd improper, she reminded herself in that mental Mamm voice again. She should be interested in who that person was, his character, not his physical appearance. Usually, Joy didn't find that a problem. Probably because Joshua had a kind heart, too. All the girls in the district talked about him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You can't go,\" she called out as she got closer.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoshua straightened abruptly and whirled around to face her. \"Joy?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis gaze skated over her disheveled appearance, and he gave her that look. The one he'd started giving her when he'd reached the age to start Rumspringa. Without her, because she was a little over two years younger. About the same time that he told her he was too old to play anymore.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoshua's face, arranged in a deep frown, clearly said, What did you do this time, Joy?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat he said out loud was, \"Ach du lieva. What did you do, Joy?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAt least he'd left off the \"this time\" bit.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You're a mess,\" he continued. \"There's a rip in your dress, and where's your kapp?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHer hand flew to her head, and she grimaced to find it uncovered, her dark hair no doubt a tousled knot. She'd tried to heft a fence post and ended up tumbling into the dirt to get pinned under its weight. Now she'd have to go back to the field to fetch the head covering.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Ach vell, I fell, but I'm unharmed,\" she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Then stepped closer, tipping her head to gaze up at his face. \"You can't quit horses, Joshua. You love them. You love them so much, you fall asleep in the stalls sometimes. And Dat says you have the best hands in all of Indiana. You know you do.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe stopped to take a breath.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe cocked his head, arms crossed, though she caught a flash of sadness in his dark eyes. She wasn't wrong about this. \"Eavesdropping again?\" was all he asked, though.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe wrinkled her nose. \"As if I do that often.\" She might get herself into unusual situations, but listening to others without permission was not typical. \"You didn't answer me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoshua twitched a shoulder, tension settling across his broad back like a burden. He was hating this as much as she guessed he would be.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWithout thinking, she took one of his hands in both of hers, like he had once when she'd been a little girl and skinned her knee jumping out of his family's buggy. \"Why are you doing this?\" she asked softly.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe shouldn't be holding his hand. They were both in their twenties now, no longer kinder to excuse such a gesture. Certainly not sweethearts. But Joshua had always been one of her favorite people, and he was hurting. She could no more keep herself from offering comfort than her younger brothers could keep out of mischief.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I grew up a while ago,\" Joshua said. \"Now I should accept my responsibilities. All of them.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAlways with the growing up. For a person who liked to tease as much as he did, the man was a contradiction.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"But Aaron doesn't work in the shop anymore,\" Joy pointed out.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoshua's brother now worked for the Troyers making custom furniture. Obviously the Kanagys would understand if-\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Hope works in the shop now, taking his place,\" Joshua pointed out. \"I don't have someone to take mine.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAaron's brand-new wife, Hope, was a sweetheart and perfect for Aaron and for the gift shop. It was so tempting to offer to help Joshua by taking his place. Joy had other dreams-like turning her quilting hobby into a shop that not only sold materials and quilts, but held classes and quilting get-togethers for Amish and Englisch alike. When she let herself daydream, she could easily picture doing that from Joshua's family's adorable store.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eExcept her mamm's own rules about working stood in her way.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHer mamm had watched several girls a bit older than Joy get jobs in nearby towns to help support their families. Englischer jobs, with the permission of the bishop and their Amish community, of course, thanks to the shrinking options in their region of northern Indiana. Several of those girls had eventually jumped the fence, or they remained unmarried . . . and Mamm had made her rules.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoy sighed, because no matter how she thought through it, she couldn't see a different answer for her old friend. \"I'm sorry, Joshua.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe smiled his thanks, though it didn't quite reach his eyes, then he glanced down. His hand tensed in hers a heartbeat before he pulled away.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHeat flamed into Joy's cheeks as he also stepped back, apparently not able to put distance between himself and her forward ways fast enough. Her impetuous nature would get her into serious trouble one day, and not just embarrassing situations with men.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNot that this was that kind of thing. This was Joshua.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"A man is never old until his regrets outnumber his dreams,\" she said. Her grossdawdi used to say that before he'd died.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoshua chuckled and her heart warmed at a shared joke, because he'd heard that phrase often enough from everyone in her family. Used to, it would make him wink at her. Not this time.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eInstead, he sobered and pointed at her dress. \"You'd better get changed before your mamm sees you like that.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoy grimaced. He wasn't wrong. Mamm's wrath wasn't worth risking, so she nodded. \"I'll see you tomorrow at Gmay.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBefore he could say anything, she scurried toward the smaller door leading outside located at this end of the barn. She checked that no one was about.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Joy,\" Joshua called, much louder.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Shhhh-\" She swatted a hand in his direction even as she turned to find out what he wanted. \"What?\" she whispered.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoshua suddenly grinned, his handsome face turning into something else entirely. Into the boy who had once been her hero, dark eyes twinkling with the delight of a shared adventure. \"Don't get caught,\" he whispered back.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoshua had to bite back laughter at the sight of Joy Yoder bent over at the waist, peeking out the barn door. Somehow, even on the worst days-and this counted as that-she always managed to make him laugh.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGranted, usually Joy's plans, promises, and schemes didn't end up with her in such a shambles. Most involved helping other people, which no doubt she'd been trying to do when she ripped her dress. He didn't buy that oh-so-casual \"I fell\" story for a second.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA disheveled wreck with the dirt and the tear and the missing kapp, her mamm was like to take a switch to her if she caught her. He would be sneaking about, too, if Anna Yoder was his mamm. Not that Anna wasn't kind and wunderbaar. She simply had certain ideas when it came to her only dochder.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe was tempted to offer to go distract Anna so Joy could slip in the house unseen, but where would the fun be in that? Watching from back here was a lot more entertaining.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoshua crossed his arms and waited for her to make her move.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor once her face, the side of it at least, was cast in a serious frown, dark brows drawn down over her eyes, and no dimple in sight.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis isn't grown-up behavior. He could practically hear his own mamm. A lament she'd shared with him almost daily as a child, thanks to his own behavior. Not as much anymore, because he took things more seriously these days. The step he'd taken today to devote himself to the family gift shop was part, parcel, and proof of that.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTelling Mervin Yoder that he was going to quit helping out with the horses had left an ache right in the center of Joshua's chest. He rubbed at the spot and hoped Gotte would take it away soon.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Berkley","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46305087455461,"sku":"NP9780593199886","price":7.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593199886.jpg?v=1767739517","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/the-gift-of-joy-isbn-9780593199886","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}