That goes for both Ellert and Uncle Jonas in this book. I understand the underlying message of the Christian author, but it's the way it was laid out was too unbelievable. I'm glad the creep ended up overboard, but I didn't think it was as plausible as it should've been. When her parents are proud of her decision and say she has maturity beyond her years, I just think she's playing the martyr and showing very little self worth. She was supposed to be level-headed and reasonable in all the books, but she lost all credibility in this one. She loathed the man and had no obligation to him except an agreement her father made, which she did not have to uphold (since she was legally and adult). As Ellert showed more and more of his truly awful character, Amanda's stubbornness in remaining with him made no sense. I found Amanda's fixation with saving face for her family really hard to believe. Who can say? You may even grow to love him.I enjoyed the first couple books in this series, but this one was too far-fetched for me. After our talk the other night, I had hoped you had begun to accept the arrangement. If you work at pleasing Ellert, I believe he will treat you with kindness and generosity. 'Not all marriages that begin as arrangements are unhappy. 'I know this is more than you should be required to bear, and I'm so very sorry.' She wrapped Amanda in a warm embrace and then stepped back and looked her directly in the eyes. Instead, she was across the threshold and into the room before Amanda could answer. May I come in?' Her mother didn't wait for a response.

'Who is it?' There was a quiver in her voice. A knock sounded on the door, and she jumped in surprise. She pressed her knuckles to her mouth at the thought of marriage to someone so old-a complete stranger. Perhaps he would be willing to wait until they gained a better understanding of each other. Her dreams of love collided with the reality of Ellert Jackson, and she wondered if she could possibly marry him.

For a short time her breath heaved in short, rapid bursts, then slowed to a more normal rate. Slamming the door behind her, she leaned against the cool wood and wrapped her arms around her waist. Amanda raced up the steps and into her bedroom.

A surrendered heart by tracie peterson