Feel the Drama
Feel the Drama
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Unwilling
Mr. Bennet discovers his days are numbered, so he immediately begins to set his affairs — and his five unmarried daughters — in order. Knowing they will fare best should at least one of them find a suitable husband, he cannot refuse any respectable suitors.
The high-spirited Elizabeth suspects something isn’t right in the halls of Longbourn, but nothing prepares her for a certain haughty gentleman from Derbyshire. While Mr. Darcy is exceedingly wealthy and handsome, in Elizabeth’s opinion, he is also proud, high-handed, and insulting. And unfortunately, desperately in love with her.
Suddenly, Elizabeth is forced to rethink her previous opinions. And accept a choice she never had the chance to make.
Be ready to laugh, cry, rage, and fall in love.
An unimaginable love followed by a heartbreaking tragedy, then learning to pick up the pieces and love again.
A gripping family saga that will hold you captive till the very last page.
A father who must settle his daughters before his death, and the lengths he will go to to achieve his aims.
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Excerpt from Unwilling:
Unwilling
“I enjoyed dinner very much,” he said.
“I am glad. My mother will be pleased. She enjoys hosting.”
“She was a very able hostess and the meal was quite fine, but I enjoyed the company more.”
She smiled warmly at him and he could not resist placing his hand over hers on the cushion.
“Elizabeth, you are lovely,” he said softly, his body turned in her direction.
She blushed and looked down. “You flatter me, Mr. Darcy.”
“I speak the truth. And my name is Fitzwilliam.”
She laughed. “Yes, I’ve noticed you’ve wasted no time at all calling me Elizabeth.”
“What do you mean?”
“Simply that as soon as I accepted your proposal, I was Elizabeth to you. You have not called me Miss Bennet or Miss Elizabeth once. You are very good at the proprieties, Mr. Darcy,” she said teasingly.
“Not all the proprieties, Miss Bennet.” She raised a brow in question and he looked around the empty room, raising his own brow in response.
She flushed again, annoyed at herself for this ridiculous tendency, and answered, “Touché, Fitzwilliam.”
He smiled when she said his name and scooted a little closer, moving their joined hands to his knee. “Propriety has its place, but there are times when it should be set aside.”
“Really? Like when?”
“When a man desperately wishes to kiss his betrothed.”
Her mouth formed a silent ‘O’ and she looked at him wide-eyed, her mouth going just a little dry.
“Elizabeth,” he whispered, leaning closer and closer until looking at him made her eyes cross. She closed her eyes and the next thing she knew there was a warm, soft sensation on her lips, and then it was over.
“Oh,” she said after opening her eyes.
He smiled and squeezed her hand. “I am pleased to be your first kiss.”
“How do you know you are my first kiss?”
“Some things are evident, my dear.”
She flushed in embarrassment and looked away, saying indignantly, “Would you prefer a woman who kissed every man she came across?” He laughed. A deep, happy sound that echoed across the empty room. She stood to leave. “I am glad you are amused, Mr. Darcy. Excuse me.” But was stopped by his hand grasping hers.
“Don’t be angry, darling. Come here.” He pulled her down next to him on the sofa and she went grudgingly, her body small and stiff next to his. He couldn’t help chuckling again and turned her chin gently towards him. He stroked her cheek softly as his laughter faded and she eventually raised her eyes to his. He traced his fingers over her lips and looked at her questioningly. “May I?”
She nodded reluctantly and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, first one and then the other, before kissing her more fully. She stayed stiff and immobile, refusing to give him the satisfaction of returning his kiss if he was only going to make fun of her.
He chuckled again and said quietly, “My beautiful, stubborn little woman. You are right.” Her eyes snapped to his. “I would not like a woman who kissed every man she came across, but I would like a woman who kissed the one she was engaged to.”
He kissed her again, swiftly, and pulled back to smile at her charmingly, as if he knew a great joke that she couldn’t possibly understand.
“I am not stubborn,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. He laughed again.
“Whatever you say, my love.” He leaned back and crossed one leg over his knee, the very picture of relaxation and comfort, which only vexed Elizabeth more, as she was feeling decidedly tense and uncomfortable.
Taking advantage of his repose, she rose swiftly and crossed the room to the instrument.
“I shall play for you,” she said simply.
“Very well,” he replied.
“Thank you for the permission,” she said.
This Bundle Includes:
✔️ On Equal Ground
✔️ Sons of Pemberley
✔️ Unwilling
✔️ Bonus! Meryton Vignettes
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On Equal Ground
Prologue
Winter, 1807
“What did you think of Miss Grange?”
“She was as expected.”
“And what does that mean?”
“It means she was terribly dull, if I may say so of a lady.”
“You may. What of Mrs. Carteret?”
“Calculating eyes.”
“Miss Thornton?”
“Too stupid by half.”
“Lady Leticia Worthington?”
“Who?”
Alfred sighed and threw his hands up. “Really, Robert, it wouldn’t hurt you to be moderately helpful.”
“Ah, helpful, what an interesting word. And what exactly am I supposed to be helping with, cousin?” Robert leaned back in his chair and sipped his brandy slowly.
“You know what! You need a wife!”
“I’ve had a wife. Two, as a matter of fact. I see no need for another.”
Alfred looked stricken. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I will not marry to please the family. Not again.”
“Not marry!” he spluttered. “You need an heir!”
“I have twice married ladies of considerable rank and fortune. I have had three heirs, and they have joined their mothers in the churchyard. No, I have no desire to do it all again.”
“Who will inherit if you do not have a child?”
“My nephew may inherit if it comes to that. He’s a fine boy.”
“But, but…” his cousin trailed off.
“I am sorry to disappoint you, but I have decided to live life on my own terms. I have been a slave to duty these thirty years and now my life will finally be my own.”
His cousin looked at him with suspicion. “You’re not going to marry a milkmaid, are you?”
He laughed. “You do say the most ridiculous things! Where would I even meet a milkmaid?” He chuckled again. “At the barn, I suppose,” he added thoughtfully.
Alfred looked at him seriously after the laughter died down.
“Just promise me you won’t do anything too rash,” he said.
“Define rash,” answered Robert. At Alfred’s exasperated expression, he had mercy on his cousin. “I won’t do anything disastrous, you have my word.”
“No milkmaids?”
“No milkmaids.”