As a background clarification: I was more amused by this piece than anything else. Like JAR, I also have a good deal of personal background with Amish people. I have nothing but positive recollections of my interaction with them. They made and sold wonderful woollen products and cheese in my local area, among other things. As a mid-teenager I also worked for some days with some hired Amish laborers helping to move a neighbor's house. The actual building, on giant skids, not just the contents. It was pulled by tractors, which they did not drive, but they were perfectly happy to help with the strength work to get the edifice properly situated for the move. My family and the neighbors being moved fed them as well as paid them. Man, those brawny young men I remember could really eat.
Conscientious, polite, hard-working, admirable and firm believers in their religion/lifestyle. I even read somewhere not long ago that their numbers have increased in recent years, despite the endless assault of crass modernity that is 21st Century U.S. of A.
Somehow my brain associates Romance novels in general with edging ever so indirectly into the salacious, and my brain has some difficulty connecting that with what I know about the Amish. I mean, there aren't really cozy back seats in those buggies, ya know?