Fitzwilliam Darcy, Traitor – Excerpt and Giveaway

Good Afternoon everyone

I’m very pleased to announce that Jennifer Joy released a new book yesterday and I personally can not wait to start reading it! Jennifer Joys’s writing is very appealing to readers because it makes us feel good about the characters and the story, when I start reading one of her books I feel immediately pulled into it and I’m sure Fitzwilliam Darcy, Traitor will be no exception.

Today we are sharing with you the book blurb and an excerpt that shows just how swoon worthy this book is 🙂 I hope you like it!!! And don’t forget there is a very generous giveaway too, please charge your thoughts with us to be included in it.

Hero or villain? Gentleman or traitor?

What if your life depended on discerning one man’s character?

He wants to honor his family legacy.

Fitzwilliam Darcy takes his responsibilities seriously. He excels in every endeavor he pursues and upholds the highest standards … and he has little patience for those who flaunt their flaws like the Bennets do.

She wants to fall in love with a hero.

Elizabeth Bennet longs for the toe-curling romance she reads about in novels. She dreams of an honorable man — loyal and generous to the less fortunate … everything Mr. Darcy is not.

Now, he’s England’s most wanted criminal … and she’s stuck with him.

Besieged by highwaymen and left for dead in a snowstorm, Mr. Darcy seeks help only to get arrested for treason. A split second decision forever attaches Elizabeth to his side, and together, they’re on the run.

When adversity reveals their true character, will Elizabeth regret her decision? Or will she find her hero in Mr. Darcy? Can such a rigid, proper man return the passion she craves?

Fitzwilliam Darcy, Traitor is a sweet and clean romantic suspense variation of Jane Austen’s timeless classic, Pride and Prejudice.

If you like swoon-worthy romance and pulse-pounding action, then you’ll love this book!

You can find Fitzwilliam Darcy, Traitor at:

Amazon.com

Amazon.co.uk

I’m an 80’s child with a special place in my heart for 80’s music. So when Bonnie Tyler comes on the radio, I sing along. You know one of her hits, Holding Out For a Hero? She talks about waiting for a good man to come along. He’s got to be strong, fast, fresh from the fight… She dreams of this hero, and she refuses to settle for less. Sounds like someone we know, huh? A young lady who said: “I am determined that nothing but the deepest love could ever induce me into matrimony.”

My goal with Fitzwilliam Darcy, Traitor was to give Elizabeth her hero. Now, my favorite heroes are those who overcome seemingly impossible odds without compromising their true nature. What could possibly happen to Mr. Darcy to test his character to the limits? That’s what I wrote about, and in doing so, Darcy not only becomes the hero of Elizabeth’s dreams but she becomes the woman who saves him. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Traitor is my most romantic story to date, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it.

Here’s to the men of our dreams! And to Bonnie Tyler for giving me this book’s theme song!

Here’s a taste of what awaits you:

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She did not want to open her eyes, and when she finally did, the sight of Mr. Darcy staring at her coiled her into knots again. He probably thought it was the height of impropriety for her and Jane to allow him to see their hair loose while in his presence. What was she supposed to do? Let her hair snarl into a knot resembling a bird’s nest?

She could have pointed out to him that there was nothing proper about their current circumstances, but he spared her from defending her behavior when he jerked open the latch and stepped outside, slamming the door behind him.

Jane exclaimed, “He does not have his coat on. He will freeze to death.”

Mr. Bingley snored, and Elizabeth imagined Mr. Darcy falling ill with a cold. Undesirous of caring for two ailing gentlemen, she charged over to the woodpile and grabbed his greatcoat. It was mostly dry thanks to its proximity to the fire.

“I will take this to him,” she said with all the enthusiasm of a martyr. If Mr. Darcy thought she would attend to him as tenderly as Jane cared for Mr. Bingley in his illness, he was in for a surprise. She would sooner slap him over the face with a cold rag than gently bathe his brow.

Donning her pelisse, her dislike for Mr. Darcy growing more severe as the damp fabric chilled her skin, Elizabeth pulled the collar up and braced herself. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and secured it behind her in one fluid motion.

Her entire body shivered, and her chin shook.

Propriety be hanged! She wrapped Mr. Darcy’s greatcoat around her like a cloak. Snuggling into the thick wool, Elizabeth breathed in smoky oak and earth — odors that would forever remind her of Mr. Darcy. She sniffed the fresh air, trying to rid herself of it.

Mr. Darcy stood at the edge of visibility, his dark hair whipping around his face in the wind and his coattails flapping against his breeches.

Did he want to catch a cold? Kicking the snow away to save her skirts, she joined him, shoving the coat in front of him.

He pushed it back to her.

She had little patience for a man who would stand in the frigid wind without his coat. “What are you doing? Have you gone mad?”

Mr. Darcy threw his arms up in the air. “I must be,” he exclaimed with more energy than Elizabeth could ever recall him speaking.

She did not understand what had brought on this episode, but it did not change the fact that he needed his coat. She shoved it toward him again. “Then be so kind as to put your coat on. If you are to lose your mind, you might as well be warm.”

He cackled harshly, taking the coat and putting it on.

She looked at him from the corner of her eyes. What had come over him?

He made no effort to return to the house, and she stood with him for as long as she could, rubbing her arms and bouncing up and down to keep what little warmth she could retain. When her teeth began to chatter, she said, “Mr. Darcy, I cannot stay in the cold much longer, and yet I do not trust you alone out here. You are not well.”

He folded his arms over his chest and peered down at her. She must have been a pitiful sight. He slid his coat off and wrapped it around her shoulders quicker than she could protest. “What do you care? You despise me,” he said, pulling his coat around her snugly.

He looked at her as if her answer was important.

Unable to think of something clever when he had been nice to her and when she was certain her brain had frozen, she said, “You crossed the line when you interfered with my sister’s happiness, but the truth is, I do not know what to think of you. Yes, there are times I despise you, but then you will do something so honorable and sincere, I doubt my reasons for disliking you.” Lest he use her words to minimize his betrayal, she added, “How would you feel if someone, no matter how well-intentioned, ruined the prospects of your sister?”

She wanted him to feel her sister’s pain, to understand what he had made her suffer.

He stepped toward her, leaning forward so he filled her vision. The look in his eyes was so fierce it frightened her. “I would hate him forever. He would be dead to me.”

Overwhelmed by his intensity, Elizabeth stood firmly rooted in place, the wind whipping her skirts around her legs and pulling her hair loose to whirl around her head. She was aware of her surroundings, but they had no impact on her. Not when he allowed her to see him fully in his vulnerability. What she saw moved her. She felt Mr. Darcy’s pain at her very core. He understood her, and he hated himself.

If that was not enough to inspire her sympathy, nothing could. She tugged on his sleeve, urging him, “Come inside, Mr. Darcy. You see how thick the snow falls. None of us can leave here today.”

He allowed her to pull him inside the cottage where he spent the rest of the day in contemplative silence. He was vigilant assisting with the few measures they could take to ease Mr. Bingley’s discomfort, but he withdrew into himself.

Elizabeth’s curiosity grew the more she pondered Mr. Darcy. Opinions and gossip aside, who was he really? She burned to know.

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What did you think of the excerpt? I found it very appealing and if this is a sample of the entire book I’m sure it will be a 5 star read :)))

I would like to thank Jennifer Joy for visiting today with the excerpt, it is always a pleasure to receive her at my blog and work with her. She is a very kind person and talented writer 🙂 She is also very generous and would like to celebrate this new release with all of you by offering a giveaway of 4 ebooks of Fitzwilliam Darcy Traitor.

All you have to do is comment on this post until the 31st of October and let us know what you thought of the excerpt.

The giveaway is international and the winners will be announced shortly after.

Good luck everyone!