Two Thursdays ago, with a knee injury that gave me no respite, I finally headed to see a local orthopedist to have it looked at. The diagnosis was that I would need a cortisone shot. I was told the shot would make my knee tender and that I would need to ice it over the weekend.
I wasn’t looking forward to being sidelined and spending much of the weekend on the couch, but I found a pleasant surprise when I got home. I had received a copy of Keli Gwyn’s A Bride Opens Shopin El Dorado, California. A blurb from the book is below.
Widow Elenora Watkins heads to California with her nine-year-old daughter, Tildy, eager to become a partner in a mercantile. When the mulish owner withdraws his offer because she’s a woman, she opens her own shop. She’s determined to prove herself capable of running a successful business without the help of anyone—including her controlling father, her seemingly distant heavenly Father, and one Miles Rutledge.
Widower Miles Rutledge is not about to get involved with another willful woman like his late wife, especially when she’s his competition. But the beautiful Elenora may be too hard to resist. When another man appears out to claim Elenora’s heart, Miles searches for a way to win her back. . .while putting her out of business.
Meanwhile, Maude Rutledge, Miles’s meddling mother, longs to see her son make a good match. And Tildy is just as bent on gaining a loving papa.
The battle of wills begins, but can anyone win when the competition is more than they bargained for?I like to say the book held my attention, but that would be understating it. I love the short quick scenes in the book, as the action moves back and forth, keeping me turning the page. I tried to keep reading that first night, but sleep eventually won sometime around 1:00 a.m. When I woke up briefly at 4:00 a.m., I grabbed the book and devoured two more chapters before going back to bed.
I eventually finished the book early Saturday morning, waking up early to read the last few chapters just so I could go back to bed.
My wife would tell you that I don’t sleep much. Still, for this book, I lost quite a bit of the little sleep I get. I can’t think of any higher praise than that.