The Unforgettable Mr. Darcy Review & Giveaway

The Secrets of Darcy and Elizabeth is my favourite book from Victoria Kincaid and one of the reasons why I loved it so much was the setting. In it, she takes our dear couple into an adventure in France, so when I heard that The Unforgettable Mr. Darcy would also take place in Napoleon’s country I was very excited.

I don’t want to tell you much about the premise because I believe that not knowing increases the pleasure of reading the first chapters, but I can tell you that the shock of what will happen associated to an incredible writing, will make you stop breathing for a while and then cry as you share Mr. Darcy’s pain.

As all of Victoria Kincaid’s books, The Unforgettable Mr. Darcy is a true page turner that is easily read and enjoy, it has an adventurous but also very romantic plot that will grab your attention from he first page until the last.

This is a particularly difficult review for me to write because by not mentioning the storyline, I’m unable to give you many details as to why I loved the book, but I can assure you that the main characters are as lovable as all of Ms. Kincaid’s characters, particularly Mr. Darcy who is a true romantic hero. I loved the way Ms. Kincaid made him suffer, but also the happy moments she presented him with. His character is romantic and passionate and I loved that! Towards the end of the book we see him pronounce the most endearing words possible and again my heart ached for him. His speech and attitude towards the lady who will not have him is so moving and touching that I could not stop reading until he found his happiness. Some of the secondary characters also add to the story, namely someone from Darcy’s past who will make us see a different side of him.

The storyline advances very fast so there isn’t one single boring moment in the entire book, and even if sometimes the plot seemed to be a bit rushed, I enjoyed the pace of the novel.

As always Victoria Kincaid wrote a romantic light novel that will touch people’s hearts and I recommend it to readers looking for a fast paced romance full of adventure. You will not regret reading this book, or spending your time with this enchanting Mr. Darcy 🙂

 

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His attention wandering, Darcy’s eye was caught by a bookcase opposite his chair. There were several volumes of poetry, plays of Shakespeare’s, and books about English history.  The doctor and his wife were well read.

The doctor’s eye followed Darcy’s.  “You read English?” he asked.  Only then did Darcy realize that every title on the bookshelf was in English.  He flinched.  I am a truly terrible spy.

Martin chuckled softly.  “Do not worry, my friend.  Many of us have studied English, even if it is not fashionable these days.”

Darcy covered his confusion with a sip of coffee.  What could he possibly say in response?  A simple laborer like Guillaume D’Arcy should not be able to read English.  Many men of that class would not read at all.  Richard would laugh at Darcy’s ineptitude.

“My mother was English,” he mumbled.  That was true enough.

“I say, do you speak English?” Martin’s eyes widened.

Nothing to do but continue the charade.  “Yes,” he admitted.

“I have a patient who speaks only English, and I cannot understand her.  I read English well, but my conversation leaves much to be desired.”

Darcy hesitated.  Revealing anything more about himself was dangerous, and he should return to Dreyfus’s house, but the doctor had been very hospitable.  Darcy could spare a few minutes to repay the man’s kindness.

“I would be glad to be of assistance.” Only belatedly did the request strike him as odd.  “How did you acquire a patient who speaks only English?”

“She is a bit of a mystery. She washed up on the beach some time ago, half drowned.  She has been quite ill, and we have been unable to communicate with her. We do not even have her name.”

Darcy froze.  Was it possible the doctor had found the Black Cobra?  No, surely the spy would be a native French speaker—and male. “She could not even tell you her name?” Perhaps the woman was touched in some way.

“When one of the fishermen found her on the beach, she had suffered a blow to the head and nearly drowned.  She wavered in and out of consciousness for many days; I feared for her life.  Then, just as she seemed to improve, she contracted a lung fever. Her moments of consciousness have been brief, and she does not seem to understand where she is.”

“Understandable,” Darcy murmured.  Poor woman.  Now Darcy wanted to lend assistance for her sake as well as the doctor’s.

“Indeed,” the doctor said.  “She is often feverish and incoherent.  But perhaps she will say enough that you may ascertain her identity.”

Darcy stood.  “Take me to her.”  He would not allow his mission to stand in the way of assisting someone so unfortunate.

The doctor led Darcy up the polished staircase and down a corridor to a room at the back of the house.  Mrs. Martin met them at the door.

“How does she fare?” the doctor asked.

His wife’s expression was grave. “Feverish again.  Sleeping or unconscious, I do not know which.”

Darcy felt a pang of regret.  If he could not speak with the woman, he could not be of much help to her.  “Perhaps I should return another time,” he said.

Martin considered.  “At least come into the room for a minute.  Sometimes she speaks in her delirium.”  He opened the door.

The room was dim, illuminated only by the sunshine peeking around the edges of the heavy curtains. Closed up as it was, the chamber was airless and quite warm.

On the bed, the woman lay very still, her hair a dark tangle over her face.  Even from a distance Darcy could discern that her complexion was not good—pale and waxy.  The covers were pulled up to her chin so that only her face was visible.

She moaned and shifted slightly as they entered, but her eyes remained closed.  “Come closer.” The doctor gestured to the bedside.  “Perhaps she will say something.”

Darcy joined the doctor reluctantly.  It was the height of impropriety to be in any woman’s bedchamber, particularly that of a stranger.  Of course, Darcy had no intention of taking advantage of the situation, and nobody need ever hear about it.

This close, Darcy could see that the woman was quite young; her skin was smooth and unmarked.

She moaned again, turning her head toward Darcy. A shaft of midday light struck her face, and he instinctively reached out to brush the hair from her cheek.

Darcy froze, unable to do anything but stare.

Briefly he catalogued what he could see of the woman.  Her hair was a jumble of dark brown curls, and her skin was slightly tanned under the pallor.  The nose…the sprinkling of freckles on her cheeks…was achingly familiar.  If she opened her eyes, he knew they would be a bright forest green.

Elizabeth was lying in the bed.

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What did you think of the this excerpt? This is one of my favorite scenes from this book because it is incredibly intense, and I could almost feel Darcy’s heartbeat in it. Also, this is a very marking scene because everything will change from this moment on, but I won’t say much more, I’m sure you will prefer to read everything yourself 🙂 Don’t forget, you can find The Unforgettable Mr. Darcy at:

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Victoria Kincaid would like to offer to one of my readers a copy of The Unforgettable Mr. Darcy in either ebook format or paperback (winner’s choice), and an audiobook of The Secrets of Darcy and Elizabeth, this way two of my readers may travel to France through her beautiful descriptions of the scenery. The giveaway is international and it is open until the 13th of September. To enter it please comment on this post and let us know what you think of this excerpt, or Ms Kincaid’s work.

Good Luck everyone!