Spotlight & Giveaway: Hometown by Wendy Rich Stetson

Posted August 25th, 2021 by in Blog, Spotlight / 51 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Wendy Rich Stetson to HJ!

Hi Wendy and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Hometown!

Hello from NYC!

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

Newly fired from the teaching job she never really wanted, Tessa Meadows retreats to her childhood home in sleepy Green Ridge, PA to housesit for her globe-trotting parents. After a chance encounter with an Amish family over whoopie pies and yet another with her second grade Sunday School teacher who now works at the local hospital, she finds herself in an unlikely love triangle between a strong, silent carpenter and a dashing young doctor. Since when is her hometown crawling with hot guys? Still, the doctor might be a hair too perfect, and the Amish guy isn’t likely to return her texts. Turns out that when all roads lead home, choosing one is far from simple.

Please share the opening lines of this book:

Green Ridge Farmers’ Market
Wednesdays 7 AM – 7 PM

Look out whoopie pies—I’m back in town!


Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

  • I guess you could say that Oprah made me write it! In the early 2000s, I was just out of acting school and waiting for the big audition that would change my life. In my tiny, sixth floor, studio apartment, I caught an episode of The Oprah Winfrey show featuring romance writers. I thought, “Hey, I could do that,” every bit as naive as I was to think a starring role on Broadway would land on my doorstep tied up in a satin bow. Ten years later I made my Broadway debut. Now, after another ten years, that sweet, small-town romance about a red-haired girl trying to find her place in the world, is finally being published.
  • Like Tessa, I grew up traveling the country in a 1979 pop-top camper van. I don’t think too many are still on the road! Let me tell you, they are every bit as cool as my book makes them out to be.
  • My sweet and naughty Maine Coon mix kitty is also named Tessa. Was she named after my heroine or was my heroine named after her? Honestly, I don’t know!
  • The amazing experience Tessa has in the field full of fireflies…that totally happened to me in a cornfield behind my friend Liz’s grandparents’ farm! It was absolutely magic.


Please tell us a little about the characters in your book. As you wrote your protagonist was there anything about them that surprised you?

I’d be lying if I said Tessa wasn’t loosely based on me. Like me, she’s a 5’10” redhead from a little town in Central PA’s Amish country. When I first imagined her story, I was no older than she is. I, too, was unsure where life would take me and struggling to find my home. What surprises me now, many years later, is that although I live in New York City and Tessa does not, we both discovered early on that home can be a person not a place. Her journey to that discovery is rockier than mine was, and I continue to be surprised by the courage and generosity she displays in the final chapters of the book. She deserves every ounce of the happiness that finds her.


If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters and why?

Having done more than my fair share of movie auditions, I’d choose a scene that lets the actors have a little fun and show off their comedic chops. As a side bonus, this event definitely takes a surprising turn in the middle. Without too many spoilers, our Amish hero is a bit of a speed demon! The scene opens with them riding in the poptop camper van one beautiful summer evening…

He sat back in his seat, bracing both hands on the dashboard, long, strong fingers splayed wide. “Go fifty-five now.”
Tessa Meadows was a rule-follower to her core. Her prime directive for twenty-eight years was to avoid getting yelled at by strangers. She glanced sidelong. He faced her now, right hand on the dash, left hand just below her headrest. She could almost feel the heat from his palm on the back of her neck. “But the speed limit is only forty-five.”
He lifted his chin, and his eyes darkened. “Go fifty-five.”
She gripped the wheel. “Break the speed limit?”
“Uh huh.”
One side of his mouth rose in that delicious, half-smile, sending crinkles shooting from his eyes. Her stomach pulled in the tingly flutter of ten thousand, electric, hummingbird wings. For this man, anything. With a jolt, she crushed the accelerator, and the needle inched toward fifty-five.


What do you want people to take away from reading this book?

When readers turn the final page of “Hometown,” I want them to feel like they, with Tessa, have finally come home. Life is full of surprises, and home doesn’t always turn out to be where and with whom we imagined. Often, it’s infinitely more interesting. If, like Tessa, we’re true to ourselves and generous to those we love, I believe a home eventually finds all of us in unexpected and delightful ways.


What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned?

I’m in the thick of book two of the Hearts of the Ridge series, in which an unexpected character from “Hometown” gets a well-deserved happily ever after. Just as for Tessa, this character’s story unfolds in a completely unexpected way. Not to give too much away. but I promise country music and tap dancing senior citizens.

Thanks for blogging at HJ!


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Excerpt from Hometown:

“Will you build me a gazebo?” A round of applause for that beautiful bit of awkwardness. No “hello.” No “hey, good to see you again, thanks for the firefly show the other night.” Nope. The following Wednesday, Tessa strode up to Rishels’ Farm Stand, looked Jonas in the eye, and lobbed her request like a cherry bomb into the whoopie pies.
So eloquent.
But the cherry bomb wasn’t the only metaphorical firework that afternoon. The backs of her hands tingled like she held a sparkler in each one. Lingering behind his house in the lamplight, she found talking to Jonas almost easy. Now, beneath harsh fluorescents, simply forming a sentence proved nearly impossible.
His sister Nora hovered around the whoopie pies.
“What’s that now?” He crossed his arms and cocked his head.
Hello again, biceps. She sucked in a breath. “A gazebo. For my backyard. I figured since you do carpentry and all…” This encounter had gone much more smoothly in her head.
Beneath his wide brim, he slid Nora a glance.
She spun and, despite the catch in her step, stalked to the milk crate by the door. Folding her hands in a manner that could only be described as prayerful, she lowered herself and radiated disapproval.
He ran a thick hand over the back of his neck and stared at the ceiling. “Well, most of the building I do is for…”
For the first time in her presence, he faltered.
“Well, for the family and for…other farmers.”
She tugged the suddenly too-tight waistband of her skirt. Of course. Jonas Rishel limited his carpentry to the Amish. “I see.”
“Now, you can buy a gazebo out Route 45 at King’s Farm. Lucas King sells all manner of garden things. He does fine work.”
She shook her head. “My gazebo has to be unique. It’s a gift for my parents for their thirtieth wedding anniversary. I want it to be special.”
Widening his eyes, he stepped closer. “Custom?”
A flicker of hope lit in her chest. She scooted to meet him, bumping her thighs against the stand and jiggling the pies. “Yes, custom.”
“In what way?”
She looped her thumbs through her backpack straps and tugged it tight to her shoulders. Closing her eyes, she tried to summon the gazebo from her dream, but she couldn’t. “I haven’t quite figured it out, but it needs to be one of a kind.”
“Doesn’t Lucas King sell gazebos to tourists?” Nora called from her roost.
She shot the woman a glare. “I was born here.”
Jonas’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “I don’t know that King fills custom orders.”
The tingling in her hands surged up her arms and spread across her collarbones. “I just love your garden gate, and if you could build a gazebo like that—natural and whimsical—it would be the most perfect present ever.”
Nora hauled to her feet with an unintelligible grunt.
A smile tugged at one side of his mouth. “You liked that, did you?”
“I liked it a lot.” Turns out swooning wasn’t limited to Victorian ladies whose corsets were too tight. The traveling sparks completed their journey to her head, and her brain buzzed like she took a sip of champagne. The hubbub of the market morphed into the adult voices in Charlie Brown specials. Placing one hand on the table, she steadied herself and found the courage to meet his gaze. “Would you maybe just consider building me a gazebo?”
“Bring me a sketch of what you want it to look like,” he said, “and I’ll see what I can do.”
Nora gaped. “Jonas!”
He didn’t flinch. “I could use the work. Thank you for thinking of me.”
Tessa had no beef with Nora Beiler. She didn’t even know the woman. Still, Jonas’s assent felt like a mini victory. A flush of satisfaction bloomed in her cheeks, and she dropped her gaze. Gloating was unbecoming. “A sketch. I can do that. Thank you.”
She hadn’t made it two steps from the table when Nora launched into a tirade in Pennsylvania Dutch. Her tone left no doubt as to her meaning. Translation? This gazebo was so not happening.
“Enough, Nora,” Jonas said.
His voice was heavy as wet cement. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of sky-blue shirt as he disappeared through the door. She whipped around and lit off for the refuge of Troutman’s Famous Fries.
Something about that family just didn’t sit right. Why was Nora angry all the time? How did Jonas endure her? Why did the three of them live alone in that big, old farmhouse? They were a mystery. She popped a fry and shivered at the tangy explosion of vinegar and salt.
A mystery she was determined to solve.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Book Info:

When Tessa’s big-city plans take the A Train to disaster, she lands in her sleepy hometown, smack in the middle of the most unlikely love triangle ever to hit Pennsylvania’s Amish Country.
Hot-shot Dr. Richard Bruce is bound to Green Ridge by loyalty that runs deep. Deeper still is Jonas Rishel’s tie to the land and his family’s Amish community. Behind the wheel of a 1979 camper van, Tessa idles at a fork in the road. Will she cruise the superhighway to the future? Or take a slow trot to the past and a mysterious society she never dreamed she’d glimpse from the inside?

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Meet the Author:

Wendy Rich Stetson is a New York City girl who still considers the Central Pennsylvania countryside to be her home. She grew up road tripping in a 1979 VW camper van, and she keeps a running list of favorite roadside attractions from coast to coast. Now an author of sweet, small-town romance, Wendy is no stranger to storytelling. She’s a Broadway and television actress, an audiobook narrator, and a mom who likes nothing more than collaborating on children’s books with her teenage artist daughter. Wendy lives in Upper Manhattan with her family of three and rambunctious Maine Coon kitty. Follow Wendy’s journey at
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51 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: Hometown by Wendy Rich Stetson”

  1. Diana Tidlund

    Love my husband to death but since I had my strokes and became disabled my electronics are all I do while he’s at work including my kindle and reading so wouldn’t be fair to ask that of me

  2. Lronhoyabembe

    Technology can be reinvented love is one of a kind! I would give up all of my stuff for love

  3. Marcy Meyer

    That would be very difficult, but I’m sure I could if I was deeply in love with him.

  4. Melissa M

    Yes, I could give up all technology and the conveniences of modern society for love. I think love is more important.

  5. Tina R

    I think I could give it all up for the right person, but I beleive I really couldnt say what I’d do unless the situation actually happened.

  6. Glenda M

    I’m too old for that. LOL. Even if I could, I’d have to make more changes than that to fit into that life.

  7. Crystal

    Could I give up all technology? Yes I think I could. Could I give up conveniences of modern society for love? Depends-I would have to think that this love is really worth it before I did.
    Love the cover and title and excerpt. Would love to read and review the book in print format.
    I would love to see how Tessa deals with being in love with an Amish Man, how she deals with her problems and solves them too. I like to see if the solutions can be used in real life or just the book.
    Analyzing a book this way gives me more insight to see what the characters see their problems from and I love to escape & put myself in the character’s shoes and I have so much fun reading a book this way.
    Please enter me Hope I Win

  8. Patricia B.

    As long as I had a reliable source of water and sanitary facilities (at least an outhouse), and could get medical care, I would be fine with it. I lived that way for 3 years, although we did have electricity for lights, and really had no problem. I had a small library and could get most places by walking or sometimes a horse drawn conveyance. It is different but not bad and very survivable. I didn’t do it for love and could likely manage well in a cabin with a wood cooking stove and oil lamps with the right person as my partner.

  9. Jeanna Massman

    I don’t know if I’m strong enough to forego all my creature comforts but it would be exciting to try.

  10. Anita H.

    Oh, I really don’t think I can go without modern comforts like electricity, air conditioning, bathroom plumbing or technology!

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