For Love of Eliby Loree Lough
When unspeakable tragedy leaves young Eli an orphan, two families are devastated. But Taylor, Eli’s aunt and legal guardian, vows to help him remember his parents by creating a Memory Quilt. As she begins piecing together the moments of his parents' lives, the story of the young family emerges and Taylor and Eli begin to heal. But Eli’s uncle Reece is
When unspeakable tragedy leaves young Eli an orphan, two families are devastated. But Taylor, Eli’s aunt and legal guardian, vows to help him remember his parents by creating a Memory Quilt. As she begins piecing together the moments of his parents' lives, the story of the young family emerges and Taylor and Eli begin to heal. But Eli’s uncle Reece is slow to let go of the past and still blames Taylor’s brother for his sister’s death. So, although he has long been attracted to Taylor, Reece keeps a safe distance away. Can their shared love for Eli pave the way to forgiveness or will Taylor and Reece be separated by pain?
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For Love of Eli
Quilts of Love Series
By Loree Lough
Abingdon PressCopyright © 2013 Loree Lough
All rights reserved.
Mothers' Day Weekend at the Misty Wolf Inn Blacksburg, Virginia
Taylor stood at the bottom of the stairs and held her breath. It only seems like a hundred steps, she told herself.
As she planted her foot on the first tread, Eli whispered "You really goin' up there this time?"
His hand, warm and small, fit perfectly into hers. "I'm seriously considering it," she said, nodding.
The echo of his gasp floated up and disappeared around the first bend of the long, spiral staircase. "Can I come with you?"
She followed his line of vision to the half-door leading into the turret. It had been a source of fascination for him from the moment he'd moved into the Misty Wolf Inn, nearly a year ago.
"Please, Taylor? Please?"
Oh, how she loved the boy who reminded her so much of her brother! Peering into his trusting green eyes, Taylor wondered which excuse would work this time: it's dirty and dusty up there. There are about a hundred ways you could hurt yourself. That big bare light bulb has probably burned out by now.
But Eli beat her to the punch.
"If you let me come with you," he said, sandwiching her hand between his, "I promise to be careful and not touch anything without asking first. Promise."
He'd been with her slightly more than a year now, and she could probably count on one hand the times she'd told him no. "Well," she said, pointing at his bare toes, "but only if you put on your sneakers."
He did a little jig, then fist-pumped the air. "You're the best, best, best aunt a boy ever had!" He ran toward his room, stopping at the halfway point. "You won't go up without me, right?"
"I'll wait right here. Promise." If she didn't know better, Taylor would have said Eli's smile had inspired the "face lit up like a Christmas tree" adage. Grinning to herself, she sat on the bottom step and said a silent prayer. Please don't let me blubber like a baby—not in front of sweet Eli. He'd lost as many loved ones as she had, and certainly didn't need to see her fall apart. Besides, if she allowed self-pity to distract her, even for a second, he could pick up a splinter, or trip on a loose board, or topple a stack of boxes. How would she explain that to his grumpy uncle?
The familiar sproing of a doorstop broke into her thoughts, followed by thuds and thumps that inspired a grin. She could almost picture Eli, tossing shoes and boots over his shoulders as he searched for his favorite sneakers. But so what if he made a mess in his own room? The last guest had checked out last evening, and she didn't expect the next until Monday. Helping him re-tidy his closet was as good an excuse as any to give him her full, undivided attention.
He ran toward her, the soles of his shoes squeaking on the hardwood as he came to a quick stop. "See?" he said, showing her one foot, then the other. "Shoes!"
"Yep," she said, laughing, "shoes." Not the bright red high-tops she'd bought as his reward for mastering the art of tying his own shoes, but a pair of his old Velcro-closure sneakers. That he'd chosen to save time by wearing them told Taylor just how excited he was about exploring the turret's attic space.
"Well," he said, snapping on the light switch, "are you ready?"
Ready as I'll ever be, she thought as he darted up the stairs. She'd been putting this off far too long. It was long past time to face her past—the good memories and the sad ones too.
When she caught up with Eli, she found him grunting and grimacing as he wrapped both hands around the cut-glass doorknob. "It's ... it's stuck." Rubbing his palms together, both brows disappeared into blond bangs. "Or maybe it's locked."
Taylor hadn't been much older than Eli when her grandfather helped her hang the old skeleton key from the hook he'd hidden along the door jamb. She reached for it, then scooped Eli into her arms instead. "Quick, grab the key," she ground out. "You're heavier than you look!"
It took a second or two for him to wiggle it free, and when he did, Eli shouted "Got it!"
Taylor gave him a little squeeze before turning him loose.
Eli held it up to the light. "Never saw anything like this before." One eye narrowed suspiciously, he looked up at Taylor. "You sure it's a key?"
Down on one knee, she showed him how to insert it into the keyhole. "I'm sure."
After a moment of wiggling and jiggling, the lock went clunk, startling Eli. "Whoa!" he said, giggling as he handed Taylor the key, "bet Tootie heard that all the way over at her place!"
He grabbed the doorknob again, but this time, his hand jerked back so quickly that she couldn't help wondering if a chip in the glass had scratched him. Taylor was about to inspect his fingers when Eli said, "Is it okay if I open it, or do you want to?"
So, he'd been sincere about his promise not to touch anything without permission. Smiling, she said, "No, you do it."
The old brass hinges squealed as the door swung into the hallway. "It's kinda like the door on the Keebler elves' hollow tree, isn't it?"
"You know, you're absolutely right!"
Hands on his knees and shaking his head, he stooped and peered into the darkness. "We can't both fit through at the same time."
Translation: I'm scared to go in first, but I want to be first to see what's on the other side of this strange little door.
"I have an idea," she said, taking his hand. "I'll go in just far enough to turn on the light, and that way, we'll both see what's in there at the same time."
Side by side, they ducked through the opening. Their entry stirred a thousand dust motes that danced like microscopic ballerinas on the beam of sunlight that poured in through the front-facing window.
"Wow," Eli said, straightening. "Wow."
She knew exactly how he felt. As a girl, she'd spent hundreds of hours here, spinning dreams when the sun was up, wishing on the stars when moonlight painted everything—especially that gigantic old steamer trunk—a strange and eerie shade of silver.
He turned in a slow circle. "Just look at all this stuff!" Then he noticed the rugged wood steps that led higher still in the turret, and pointed. "What's up there?"
"Oh, just more stuff." Taylor smiled, remembering how after Nonna's stroke left her unable to sew, Grampa stacked boxes of material and spools of thread as high as his arms would allow. "Lots more stuff."
"Man-o-man-o-man. It'll take days to see it all!"
Yes, it probably would—if she had any desire to rouse gloomy memories.
Eli flicked a wooden whirligig, and while giggling at its comical dance, blew the dust from a red metal fire truck. "Whoa. C-o-o-ol," he said, picking it up. "Whose was it?"
"Careful, now," she warned. "There are lots of sharp edges on toys that were manufactured way back when." She held out her hand so that he could see the bright white scar in the web between her thumb and forefinger. "I got this playing with an old car that belonged to Grampa Hank's dad."
Nodding, he said, "I'll be careful." He touched the tarnished key on the side of the fire truck. "What's this thing do?"
"It makes the siren work. At least, it used to. It's an antique, and nobody has played with it in years."
He gave the key two quick cranks and grinned when the toy emitted a tinny, high-pitched wail. Down on his hands and knees, he rolled the truck back and forth. "Vroom-vroom!" he said, oblivious to the tracks its tires left in the dust.
Taylor knelt too—in front of the cedar hope chest that had lured her up here in the first place. A wedding gift from Taylor's maternal great-great-grandparents to their only daughter, it had been handed down through the generations until, on Taylor's sixteenth birthday, it became hers. For years, it stood at the foot of her bed, pestering her to look inside. Two days after hiring Isaac, she silenced the nagging by asking him to carry it to the turret.
And it had been here ever since. Would she have the courage today?
Eli put the truck back where he'd found it and went to the window. "Gosh," he said, using the heel of his hand to rub dust from the bubbly glass, "you can see all the way to the creek from up here."
"On a clear day," she said, tracing a burl in the trunk's rounded lid, "you can see even farther than that."
"Bet Uncle Reece would love this place. Wonder what he'd say if he came up here and saw all this."
Taylor harrumphed. No doubt he'd say something like, The boy should be outside, playing in the fresh air, instead of inhaling all this grit and grime. There are probably millions of dust mites up here, along with a hundred ways he could hurt himself!
With most people, Taylor gave people the benefit of the doubt. Why not Reece?
Maybe, she thought, because he acts more like a grumpy old codger than the thirty-something man he is.
But that wasn't fair, and she knew it. Eli might as well be Reece's only living relative after the way his parents treated him. It couldn't have been easy, finding out the way he did, that his sister hadn't named him Eli's guardian.
She remembered that day in the lawyer's office, when Reece's expression went from stunned to angry to anguished as the attorney read the paragraph in Margo's will that gave Taylor total control of the boy. The news had shocked and puzzled her, too. For one thing, she'd only known Margo since shortly before her marriage to Eliot. For another, Reece had changed his entire life to help out after Eliot was killed in Afghanistan.
Eli's excited voice pulled Taylor's attention back to the here and now. "Oh, wow," he said from his perch on the window ledge, "I can see our horses! There's Millie. And Alvin and Bert. And Elsie, too!" With each one he pointed out, Eli left a tiny fingerprint on the dusty glass. "And a whole bunch of deer. Taylor! Come see! There must be fifty of 'em!"
She loved how he called everything at the Misty Wolf "ours," from the big house itself to the land surrounding it. Taylor went to him, and hugging him from behind, said, "That is a big herd, isn't it! And you're right ... we can see the horses from up here." It still amazed her that, almost from his first day here, he'd started referring to the Misty Wolf Inn as home. Even more astounding was how quickly he'd accepted the fact that his dad had been killed by a roadside bomb in Afghanistan, and a car crash had taken his mom. Oh to have the pure, unquestioning faith of a child, she thought, thanking God for the green-eyed blessing who stood in the circle of her arms.
"Can we go riding later?"
"Maybe ... if there's time. It's Friday, don't forget."
"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. An Uncle Reece Friday."
"Mmm-hmm." Uncle Reece Fridays ... her least favorite nights of the month.
"Can I call him, see if he can come get me a little early, and maybe go riding with us?"
"I don't see why not. As my grandpa used to say 'It never hurts to ask.'"
One of two things would happen when they got downstairs: Eli would get busy doing little boy things and forget to make the call, or he'd get his uncle on the phone only to find out that Reece still had patients to see and wouldn't be able to leave the office early.
Turning to face her, Eli looked up into Taylor's face. "So what's in the ugly ol' trunk over there?" he asked, using his thumb as a pointer.
Taylor kissed the top of his head. "You know, I honestly have no idea."
"Whose is it?"
"Whoa. No way. It's yours, and you don't know what's in it!"
Smiling, Taylor shrugged. "'Fraid not."
"But ..." His eyes widened as he looked at the trunk. "Why not? Did somebody say you weren't allowed to?"
"That you'd get in trouble for opening it?"
"No, nothing like that."
Frowning, he said, "Then ... then why haven't you opened it!"
How could she explain to this bighearted boy—who'd lost both parents in less than a year's time—that she didn't have the guts to look at reminders of the people she'd lost?
"I don't have a good reason." In truth, Taylor didn't have any reason.
"You know that's just weird, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, I suppose it is."
Eli crossed both arms over his chest. "So, what do you think is in there?"
"Oh," she said with a sigh, "probably just a bunch of old junk. A few things that belonged to my mom and dad, and to my grandparents, maybe even your dad."
Eyes narrowed slightly, Eli said, "Oh. I get it. You don't want to see all that stuff 'cause you're afraid it will make you sad ..."
"... and remind you how much you miss them, right?"
She pictured Eliot's gap-toothed grin, her dad's playful wink, her mom's loving smile. "Right."
He took her hand, gave it a little squeeze. "You know what I do when I miss my mom?"
Taylor didn't know if she had the self-control to keep her tears at bay if he continued.
"I hug their pictures re-e-eal tight."
"... because that's all I have left of them," Taylor finished. Stirrings of resentment swirled in her heart. She'd never forgive his mom for giving away everything that might have reminded Eli of her and his dad. Makes it real hard to believe your death was an accident, Margo, Taylor thought. But bitterness quickly gave way to a blush of shame as she realized what Eli was really telling her: you should be thanking God that you have these things to help you remember your loved ones.
"It'll be okay," he said, patting her hand. "I'll be right here with you. Don't worry, if you get sad, I'll give you a hug."
With that, Eli led her over to the trunk. "There's nothing in there to be scared of," he said, getting down on one knee. "There's probably nothing in there but old lady underwear!"
He giggled at his little joke as Taylor marveled at the depth of his perceptiveness. "Bummer!" he said, tugging at the big padlock. "Did your grampa lock everything up?"
"Pretty much," she admitted, picturing dead bolts on the tool shed and barn, the garage, and the slanting doors leading into the basement.
"Oh, cool!" Eli said, pointing at a tarnished skeleton key. It dangled from a yard-long strand of twine that had been tied around one of the trunk's leather handles. "Must be something pretty good in there," he said, inserting it into the keyhole.
Her heartbeat doubled when the latch went click because now, she couldn't turn back. The sound bounced from sun-faded bureaus, threadbare chairs, framed photos, and fading portraits that stood like somber sentries against the turret's curved walls.
Eli sat back on his heels. "Well?"
Taylor might have said, Well what? if she could have found her voice.
"You want me to open it, or are you gonna do it?"
What I want, she thought, is to go downstairs, right now, and put Isaac to work installing a big lock on the door to the turret. After which, she'd throw away the key.
Eli must have read her hesitation as permission to open the trunk because that's exactly what he did. "What's that smell?" he wanted to know.
"It's cedar, a much less stinky way to protect clothes than moth balls." Her hands shook as she removed a layer of tissue paper.
"A cigar box," she said, peeling away the bulky burlap wrapper. Hands trembling, she handed it to Eli, who flipped up the lid to expose a jumble of gold chains, once- silvery earrings, bangle bracelets, rings, and a cameo broach the size of an egg.
"Oh, yuck," Eli grumbled, frowning as he handed it back. "Nothin' but girl stuff." Then he pointed. "Wonder what's in there?"
Taylor set the cigar box aside to retrieve a small wooden cedar chest. Inside, wrapped in brown paper, were dozens of scallop-edged photos, some still wearing the corner tabs that had once fastened them to the pages of an old-fashioned picture album. But sensing Eli's impatience, Taylor put the box down. She'd have plenty of time to look through the photographs after Eli left for his weekend with Reece.
In the next layer of the trunk, three elegant hats: a simple veiled pillbox, one adorned with ostrich plumes, and a straw sunbonnet trimmed in velvet. Here, a lacy-edged scarf; there, a crocheted shawl, and a single elbow-length glove that was missing one of its iridescent pearl buttons. Then, a white box filled with embroidered handkerchiefs, a package of seamed silk stockings, and finally, a wedding gown, veil, and size-five white satin shoes—all preserved to perfection in their blankets of cotton-soft tissue.
Eli exhaled a heavy sigh. "Aw, is it all girl stuff?"
"Sorry, kiddo," she said, mussing his bangs, "but it looks that way. But just as soon as we put everything back the way we found it, we'll open another box. And who knows," she added, tapping the tip of his upturned nose, "maybe that one will be filled with all sorts of cool boy stuff!"
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Meet the Author
With nearly 4,500,000 books in circulation, award-winning author Loree Lough has 99 books on the shelves (mostly faith-based fiction & non-fiction for children & adults that earned dozens of 4- & 5-star reviews & 5 movie options), including reader favorites such as the First Responders series & For Love of Eli (Abingdon Press). With the publication of Guarding Alyssa in February of 2014 (#3 in the “A Child to Love” series for Harlequin Heartwarming), the total will reach 100.
Loree's articles have appeared in dozens of international & national newspapers & magazines. In addition to nearly 2,500 feature stories (writing as L.A. Lough), she "ghosted" hundreds more that appeared in trade & technical publications.
A firm believer in the "what goes around, comes around" theory, Loree developed & taught numerous fiction & nonfiction writing courses for area colleges, writers' organizations, & the prestigious Writer's Digest Writing School. Through these efforts, she has mentored hundreds of students, & the list of those now published has passed 100. She also believes in dedicating a generous portion of her annual income to favorite charities & organizations. See the "Giving Back" page at her web site www.loreelough.com for a complete list.
Loree & her husband split their time between a humble home in the Baltimore suburbs & a cabin in the Allegheny Mountains, where she takes great pride in her "identify the critter tracks" skills.
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"You should be thanking God that you have these things to help you remember your loved ones." How true this wisdom was coming from 4-year-old Eli who had already dealt with handling the loss of both his parents. Now if only Taylor could come to terms with her own grief and finally look in the attic where the memories of her family lay waiting to be discovered. After opening the trunk her mother had left for her, she discovered a box at the bottom with a letter that was written by her mother when she was 7 years old. Inside the box lay scraps of fabric her mother had hoped to turn into a memory quilt but died before she had the chance. Yet poor Eli didn't have much to remember either of his parents as his mother had gotten rid of most of their personal affects before she died. Taylor had been appointed as Eli's guardian by his mother and as his aunt she wants to do something for his birthday to help him keep the love of his parents close to his heart. He spends his time helping Taylor with running the Misty Wolf Inn, a quaint Bed and Breakfast with a few horses for the guest enjoyment. Taylor alternates weekends and holidays with Eli's Uncle Reece, a pediatrician who is still having a hard time coming to grips with the fact he didn't see the signs of depression in his sister until it was too late. Now he spends his time second guessing every probable circumstance that could go wrong to make sure nothing happens to Eli. However no matter how much animosity he has for Taylor, it's her charming ways of making him feel cared for that is slowly melting his ice cold heart. Hopefully he will realize it before someone else does and whisks her away instead. I received For Love of Eli by Loree Lough compliments of Christian Fiction Blog Allliance and Abingdon Press for my honest review. This is truly a story about healing and understanding that the process of grief is a long one and also one that never ends but gets easy to manage over time. Too many times all the "what if's" begin to surface when it seems as though we could have alleviated the issue or helped to prevent it from occurring in the first place. It goes to show some very heart felt emotions not only within the characters of Taylor and Reece but also in the child like faith of Eli, who truly is much older than he is on the inside. This is a great novel to share with anyone trying to get over something from the past and moving into the healing and forgiveness stage. I easily rate this one a 5 out of 5 stars! This is the fourth book in the Quilts of Love Series!
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"I can't. I'm done. S-see you on the other side," I mumble as I go back to res 5.
This is a charming story revolving around a precocious little boy named Eli who has lost both parents, but is much loved by two adults who are quite opposites, and have experienced a lot of loss of their own. It gets interesting when they begin to see each other in a new light. Eli sounded like a sweetie, and the setting of a bed and breakfast for a home, complete with horses, was very appealing. Wish it could have been a bit longer. An enjoyable read! [Thank you to the publisher for the complimentary book I received in exchange for my honest, unsolicited review.]
I had to keep putting For Love of Eli by Loree Lough down. I just couldn’t keep reading it. I didn’t want it to end and the story to be finished! Taylor, Eli’s aunt, and Reece, his uncle, vie for Eli’s love and affection. Reece blames Taylor’s brother for Eli’s mother’s death and so he distances himself from her. Eli, wonderful four-year-old Eli, is a charmer to the nth degree. His insights and comments made me laugh — and cry — and laugh more. Their story, as it is pieced together like the quilt Taylor is making for Eli, will keep you enthralled to the end. I felt Loree cut the ending too short – I would have welcomed more detail after the denouement, but I still gave For Love of Eli 5 stars.
For Love of Eli by Loree Lough This Quilt of Love series book is about a little boy Eli who has lost both of his parents and in the will he was granted to Taylor. She runs the Misty Wolf Inn in Blacksburg, VA. His uncle, Reece also shares with some of the duties on weekends when he's not patching up kids as he is a pediatrician. The town itself I have visited once when I was 17 as my uncle and his family lived there and he had taught at the Virginia Tech school. I did tour the college but we only stayed one weekend. Was happy to hear of the Plantation and next time I travel near there I will stop in to investigate. Taylor is torn between men, Reece and a boarder who buys up the whole inn for his stay so he can come and go as he pleases and gets to spend time with Taylor. Love hearing of the treasures she finds in the attic and how she can use things to help Eli remember his parents.. Traditions and daily life for Eli are routine, PRAYERS:at meals and bedtime and when sick and dying. They will celebrate his birthday this year on July 4 with parades, fireworks and a party....but tragedies occur ... Love that while making the quilt she puts it on the ground to see it from that vantage point-I've often done the same thing, knowing something was missing and hard to pin down what it was. Glad she found her answer. Excerpt from Threads of HOpe the next in the series a sample chapter is included at the end. I received this book from Abingdon Press in exchange for my honest review.
I loved this one--4.5 thumbs UP! Way to go, Loree Lough! You take your average countrified childless widow, one jilted uncle/pediatrician, and one small orphan that both of them love to distraction, and it adds up to quite a stew. Eli (the small orphan) has had more tragedy than most people experience in a lifetime. First his dad is killed in Afganistan. Then his mom dies. And his best friend can't walk and gets sick way too easy. The will says Aunt Taylor has custody of Eli, and Uncle Reese is totally unhappy with that decision. He's mad at her even though she's the one who suggests he should get Eli every other weekend. Even though she shares her time with Eli and even invites Reese to join them for meals and events. Even though she's smart and pretty and generous and sweet. Sweet smelling, too. And then there's this famous country-western singer who's hanging around way too much at Taylor's bed-and-breakfast. Reese doesn't like that, either. Hmm. I wonder what's happening here? Wanta find out? Maybe you should buy a copy, what do you think?
Loree Lough in her new book, “For Love Of Eli” Book Four in the Quilts of Love Series published by Abingdon Press brings us into the lives of Reece Montgomery and Taylor Bradley. From the back cover: Can pieces of the past bring healing and forgiveness? When unspeakable tragedy leaves young Eli an orphan, two families are devastated. But Taylor, Eli’s aunt and legal guardian, vows to help him remember his parents by creating a Memory Quilt. As she begins piecing together the moments of his parents’ lives, the story of the young family emerges and Taylor and Eli begin to heal. But Eli’s uncle Reece is slow to let go of the past and still blames Taylor’s brother for his sister’s death. So, although he has long been attracted to Taylor, Reece keeps a safe distance away. Can their shared love for Eli pave the way to forgiveness or will Taylor and Reece be separated by pain? I am very impressed with Loree Lough as a writer. No matter what genre she is writing in, mystery/suspense or family drama she always does a superb job. “For Love Of Eli” is no exception. This is a story that is all about family and about taking care of a darling little boy by his Aunt and Uncle on each side of his parents. Reece has a problem with grief, guilt and false responsibility. Not being able to come to terms with them is hampering his life and preventing him from moving forward and for receiving the true love that God has for him. It takes God to get him to be healed from his pain and to move forward with Taylor and Eli. Ms. Lough has managed to weave the romance between Reece and Taylor in such a way that it just captivates you. She makes you care for all the characters and their journey. This is also just plain fun and exciting as well. Don’t start this book late at night because it will cost you sleep as you won’t want to give them up. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Wynn-Wynn Media. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
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