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A New Romantic Adventure

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Are you ready for a merry-go-round of love, laughter, thrills, and adventure? I sure hope so! Because that’s what I wrote for you. My goal was to write a story you can escape into—one to lighten your heart, give you cheer, and make you swoon. I can’t wait for you to meet this Darcy and Lizzy!

Here’s what it’s about:

No mission is impossible for this Agent of the Crown… until he meets his match!

Fitzwilliam Darcy is the Crown’s most formidable secret weapon—a Master Spy. His latest mission will test his limits when he’s assigned to protect England’s foremost code decipherer, Mr. Thomas Bennet… and his wife and five unmarried daughters.

Elizabeth Bennet does not suspect that her father’s puzzles are for anything more than the improvement of their minds and her sisters’ dowries. When she’s thrust into Mr. Darcy’s company, she is captivated by the mysterious gentleman. There is something dangerous about him… something she can’t quite put her finger on but is determined to discover.

Surrounded by danger and secrets, Darcy’s greatest challenge is to protect the woman he’s falling for without embroiling her in his perilous world of espionage and deadly foes—a mission doomed for failure until he accepts that two are better than one and that Elizabeth is the key to overthrowing the machinations of a criminal mastermind.

If this sounds just like the kind of romantic, adventurous escape you need, then click here to reserve your Kindle copy!

Do you like light-hearted, feel-good romance?

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I hope so! Because that’s what I wrote.

Pride, Prejudice, and Kittens!

Want a little more? Here’s an excerpt from the chapter that inspired the title:

“What are you doing?” Mr. Darcy grumbled beside her.
“I am going to pick the lock,” she replied with as much confidence as she could muster. 
“Do you have experience picking locks?”
“Not especially. Do you?”
“No, but I fear how your hair will look when we are finally discovered.”
As if she had not considered that! Of all the pompous, know-it-all…  A quick reminder of Mr. Darcy’s kinder qualities curtailed her irritation and bolstered her forbearance. Good heavens, the man tried her patience! “You would have me cross my arms and wait for someone to discover us? How long might that take? Does Mr. Bingley even use this room?” She had appreciated the comfortable seating area around the fireplace, but she had not failed to notice the lack of glowing embers as well as the desk’s lack of a chair.
“I only mean to point out that it is to our advantage not to appear disheveled when we are finally found.” 
She turned to face him directly, one hand holding her pin, the other fisted on her hip. That he was right only irritated her more. “Do you have a better idea?”
“I am thinking.”
“Excellent. While you think, I shall attempt to pick this lock.” Returning to the door, she twisted her pin with too much enthusiasm. The pin bent and snapped. Confound it!

What do you think? Would you read it?

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A Perfectly (Un)timely Proposal—First Lines

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There’s nothing like talking about the weather to warm a young lady’s heart! 🤣

Keep trying, Mr. Darcy.

With a start like that, what could possibly go wrong?

Release Day is February 10!

PREORDER YOUR COPY TODAY!

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UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09RKLY7LS

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A New Story is on the Way!

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I’ve been craving low-angst stories lately. Ones with a feel-good charm, sweet romance, teasing banter, good friends, puppies, and laughter. Sound good to you too?

I sure hope so because I wrote one!

It all started with this question: What if Mr. Darcy’s infamous Rosings proposal was interrupted… by a puppy? And what if, over the course of the novel, every one of Mr. Darcy’s attempts is frustrated until he’s finally able to give Elizabeth a worthy proposal?

Fitzwilliam Darcy has found his perfect match in Elizabeth Bennet. Her spirited conversation, their frequent encounters at Rosings Park, and the fire in her eyes when she looks at him encourage Darcy to ask the question burning in his heart.

His words are well-rehearsed, and the moment is perfect… until a Great Dane puppy escapes from the kennel and plants her muddy paws on his brushed breeches, ruining his plans and gaining the attention of the lady he wishes to make Mrs. Darcy.

Elizabeth Bennet is grateful for the interruption. There is nothing Mr. Darcy can say that she would wish to hear.

But when he adopts the rambunctious puppy, she sees a kindness in him that challenges her opinion of the gentleman.

Will Elizabeth’s dislike change by the time Darcy can finally propose? Or will their friends’ well-meant interference and a Great Dane pup ruin their chance of finding love?

A Perfectly (Un)timely Proposal is a feel-good, low-angst, sweet Regency romantic comedy inspired by Jane Austen’s timeless classic, Pride and Prejudice.

Release Day is February 10!

PREORDER YOUR COPY TODAY!

Amazon US: https://amzn.to/3GhYMZ7

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09RKLY7LS

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A Sneak Peek at Fitzwilliam Darcy, Man of Fortune

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Are you ready for a rip-roarin’ adventure where Mr. Darcy is a swashbuckling hero? Where Miss Elizabeth isn’t a damsel in distress but a competent woman who can defend herself?

Well, then, I have something special for you. Here’s a taste of Chapter One:

If looks could kill, Wickham would have impaled Darcy with his eyes. “Marry Miss Lydia, and you may leave for your new commission free of debts, reclaim your dignity, and be a thousand pounds richer.”
Wickham clenched his jaw and slammed his fist against the barrel. Darcy had won, and Wickham knew it. “Devil take you, Darcy. I am not in a position to refuse,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
“Do we have an agreement?” Darcy folded his arms over his chest and glared down at Wickham.
Bowing his head, Wickham snarled, “You have my word. I shall marry Lydia.”
Darcy turned toward the door. Breaking glass, bawdy laughter, and angry, drunken shouts awaited him on the other side of the street. It was only a matter of time before shots were fired. Uncrossing his arms, he said, “Meet me at St. Clement’s at ten o’clock on the morrow.”
Without further leave, he departed, shoving his way through the odorous bodies, trays of rancid beef, and raised tankards. As wretched as the Thames smelled, it was a relief to breathe the night air outside the tavern.
He would order a bath the moment he returned to Darcy House. A couple of glasses of his finest brandy ought to dispel the remnants of the tavern.
Glancing cautiously about, Darcy walked swiftly to the corner, his gaze roving for a hackney to convey him far away from this unsavory neighborhood. He wished he could have brought his own carriage, but a gang of ruffians would have harmed his men and stolen his conveyance.
He rounded a corner, raising his hand when a hackney came into view, his voice catching in his throat when he heard a scuffle behind him.
Nerves on point, he turned. There was a blur of motion, then his hat flew off his head. At the same time, he heard glass shatter and felt his head part. Blurry and unbalanced, he flung out, catching his assailant with his fist.
“Pretendin’ to be a gent. Almost didn’t recognize him,” he heard in a strange man’s voice.
He felt another hand—a rough one that scratched against Darcy’s shaved cheeks—pressing something against his mouth and nose, smothering him. “Don’t forget how dangerous he be. Stay alert ‘til he sleeps.”
“Busted yer nose proper, didn’t he,” chuckled the other.
Two men. Darcy struggled, but the cloth smelled sweet, and his limbs grew heavy. He felt himself fading into the night.
“Elizabeth,” he whispered before he succumbed to the black void.

Fitzwilliam Darcy, Man of Fortune goes live October 21!

Grab your copy today, and let the adventure begin!

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Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09JMHJ5B4

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A New Regency Romantic Comedy!

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Are you in the mood for a light-hearted, low-angst novel that’ll give you a few chuckles? That’s what I set out to write in my latest novel, A Splendidly (Un)suitable Match, and I hope this story brings you as much joy as it’s brought me over the past few months.

Doesn’t Elizabeth look like she’s up to something? Hint: She is!

A Splendidly (Un)suitable Match

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Opening Lines from Chapter 1

Darcy brushed the sweat trickling down his cheek, the folded messages sliding against the lining in his waistcoat pocket propelling him to Matlock House.
It was a rare occurrence for Darcy to receive correspondence from his relatives when they lived walking distance from his own residence. They preferred simply to call.
One note on any day was unusual. Two notes on the same day was disconcerting. To receive one from his aunt, followed by another summons a quarter of an hour later from his uncle, was alarming.
Picking up his pace, Darcy ran down the damp sidewalk, his boots slapping against the wet pavement and marring their polish.
A long string of grand houses lined one side of the street facing the park, the grass vibrant green against the dull gray sky. His uncle’s house was on the corner, five bays wide, the whitewashed stucco overwhelmed by the gloomy weather threatening to break yet again.
The first drops pelted against Darcy’s hat just as he reached the bottom step.
The butler flung open the painted black door, taking Darcy’s hat and gloves. “His Lordship is expecting you, sir.” Despite Perkins’ decades of experience repressing emotion into a tone of bland indifference, Darcy heard his relief and felt it with the efficiency with which the butler relieved him of his damp hat and greatcoat.
Apprehension rippled through Darcy. The situation must be dreadful if the servants were uneasy.
A shadow fell over the marble from behind him, and the squeak of wet boots slipping on the slick floor and the subsequent, “Thunder ‘an turf!” identified the newcomer before Darcy turned to see Charles Bingley, arms flailing to catch his balance.
“You got the summons as well?” No sooner had Bingley uttered his question than the obvious answer struck him. He grimaced. “Of course you did. The colonel must be in a proper fit of the blue devils.”
Darcy grimaced. He had warned Richard, but his cousin had refused to listen. And now, here they were….

What trouble has Colonel Fitzwilliam gotten into? Curious to know more?

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A Splendidly (Un)suitable Match will deliver to your Kindle on Thursday, July 15!

Forget Me Not, Elizabeth, A Peek Inside Chapter 2

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What could possibly go wrong on Darcy’s wedding day? Hmm…

Photo by Anna Rozwadowska on Unsplash

Chapter 2

Fitzwilliam Darcy checked his pocket watch again. The seconds did not tick any faster for his constant scrutiny. Fifteen minutes had never felt so long. Longer than the last year and half during which he had met, felt himself in danger of, and fallen in love with Elizabeth Bennet.
He glanced through the open entrance door to the carriage which would convey him and Bingley to Longbourn’s chapel. The horses pawed impatiently. Darcy resumed pacing.
After another turn about the hall, he paused by the doors. Pulling out the ring he had selected especially for Elizabeth, he held it up to the morning sun, appreciating how the light gleamed crimson reflections off the polished garnets. Five glistening, red gemstones shaped into a forget-me-not encased with gold stretching around the band symbolized everything he had already promised in his heart to give Elizabeth: faithfulness, dependability, constancy, love, his very self.
He had fallen in love with her despite his best efforts to the contrary. Despite her better judgment, he thought with a chuckle. How proud he had been — insulting her, leaving her vulnerable to others’ self-serving lies, and demeaning everyone she held dear in a madcap declaration of his undying love. Of course, he had expected her to throw herself at his feet, grateful he would condescend to make an offer for her when he had so graciously overcome all the obstacles he had taken pains to enumerate. What a fool he had been.
Thank goodness their worst troubles were in the past, the valuable lessons learned and applied. It was easy — even for Darcy — to laugh at their faults now.
He had won Elizabeth’s heart, and he would cherish it all the more, knowing she gave her his hand in full understanding of his weaknesses (of which she was foremost). While Darcy was tempted to believe his lessons learned and his pride conquered, his character was too firmly formed to believe such deeply ingrained tendencies entirely subjugated. But he would always exert himself for Elizabeth.
He loved her so much. She demanded as much from him as he demanded from others, forcing him to soften his expectations and leaving more place in his heart for her. Would that she remained the same always.
Tucking the ring back into his pocket, he glanced again at his pocket watch.
Two minutes passed. With a grimace, he resumed his pacing.
Were it up to him, he would have applied for a common license and married Elizabeth weeks ago in a small, private ceremony. However, Elizabeth’s eyes had sparkled like flutes of champagne when Bingley had suggested a double wedding. Blast Bingley.
Darcy was not so cruel as to separate Elizabeth from her family before she was ready, and so he had been forced to develop patience as he waited for the banns to be read, contenting himself that he would not have to share her once they were wed. He had dutifully informed his family, his invitation lackluster in an attempt to discourage them from attending for that very reason. Otherwise, his relatives (except for his aunt Catherine) would descend on them and he would have to share Elizabeth, and he had waited long enough. Surely, a gentleman ought not be deprived of his wife after the ceremony and the wedding breakfast.
Soon, this same morning, he would give his name to Elizabeth. Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy. He would swear before God, her family, and friends that he would never part from her side from that day forward. He would love her and cherish her so long as they both lived. The blessed day had finally arrived, and Darcy was impatient to begin his life with the woman he adored.
He checked his pocket watch again and groaned. Ten minutes. The longest ten minutes of his life.

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Forget Me Not, Elizabeth

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When working together to solve a mystery is the surest path to love… Darcy and Elizabeth are the main targets — for Cupid and for crime — in a new Mysteries & Matrimony standalone novel.

Here’s a taste of the adventure that awaits you.

CHAPTER ONE

Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy. Elizabeth Bennet wrinkled her nose at her signature. Much too commanding and formal. Dipping her quill into the inkwell, she tested another variant.
Mrs. Lizzy Darcy. She twisted her lips. That was not quite right either. Far too inelegant, informal … no matter how lovely the “L” swooped and curled on the page.
Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy. She sighed contentedly, signing her forthcoming name once more, exaggerating the loop on the “Y” with flourish. Nearly perfect.
She filled the cream surface with the surname she would forever use once she signed her name beside her husband’s in the marriage register that morning.
Her husband. Elizabeth’s heart hummed. The three previous weeks, during which the banns had been read, were a torture, forcing her to be patient when she would rather not, but today was her reward. Finally, she would marry the man she truly, deeply, madly — nay, not madly. Never that! — ardently … Yes, ardently loved.

Intrigued? You can pre-order your copy here.