Adeline is the first book in the The Archer Sisters of Goldrush series. Adeline Archer, the eldest of three sisters, has lived in luxury all her life in New York. But when her father, an inveterate gambler, kills himself, his widow and daughters discover that he has left behind him a huge amount of debt—and has supposedly, according to the lecherous and evil Lex Baxter, promised Baxter (who also asserts that Mr Archer owed him ‘millions’) one of his daughters.
Adeline decides to spike Lex’s guns by quietly leaving New York—and does so by answering an ad for a mail-order bride. James Blair, a farmer, lives in a California town named Goldrush, and doesn’t want love, just a working partnership of mutual benefit. Adeline doesn’t want love either, just escape from Baxter.
Of course this marriage of convenience ends up in true love, but I found it very weak in the believability department. Everything is very rushed (this is a novella, not a novel, and the author tries to pack too much into too little space). There is the main story of Adeline and James, there are the much-hated Chinese immigrants, there are Adeline’s dreams of being a businesswoman. Because of the paucity of space, lots of elements which should’ve been given more space get scrunched together. For example, Adeline arrives in Goldrush, marries James the same day, goes to his farm, helps him save it from a thunderstorm… and flash-forward to a month later, when Adeline (who had come to Goldrush a dud at cooking) has learned how to make pies and has a brisk business making and selling them. She doesn’t love James, and he doesn’t love her either, but just as suddenly, out of the blue, they do.
For me, the biggest disappointment in a romance is when we get no idea of how and when the hero and heroine fall in love. I agree that it doesn’t need sex (this is a ‘clean’ romance), but I certainly expect something beyond a combined effort to save a farm over a few hours. Where are the conversations, where is the gradual shift from being friends to people in love? How does a woman who’s convinced she doesn’t love a man suddenly realize she does, just because someone holds a gun to her head?
What this needed was a much larger framework . A greater word count, so that a more detailed story could be fitted in. And stronger editing (words and phrases like ego and out of my league were not, as far as I know, in common usage in 1870). As it is, it doesn’t tempt me to read the rest of the books in the series.
P.S. The Chinese immigrant angle could’ve been an interesting and informative element, but is poorly executed. They come across as caricatures, and are dealt with in an irritatingly patronizing way.
P.P.S. And how, how does someone who owns only ten pie dishes churn out hundred pies a night? Forget about preparing the pastry and filling—not an easy task for a novice baker—but the dishes themselves? What, every pie gets baked in five minutes, turned out (without being cooled?) and more pastry and filling put in? I know a thing or two about baking, and this strikes me as someone who doesn’t know what they’re talking about.