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After being part of the cover reveal for Kelly Miller’s debut book Death Takes a Holiday at Pemberley I am pleased to start the blog tour for this book with an excerpt of the book, I hope you enjoy it and share your thoughts about it with us. We always welcome your opinion, and I am sure Mrs. Miller will be glad to see all your comments 🙂
In case you have missed my previous post, I am also adding the book blub and author biography so that you get to know Mrs. Miller and her book a little better.
Happy readings everyone!
What will the master of Pemberley do when confronted with the mercurial whims of an all-powerful angel?
Fitzwilliam Darcy’s well-ordered life is about to become a chaotic nightmare. A man of fortune, property, and social prominence, he has everything he could desire. Blissfully married to his wife, Elizabeth, they have a two-year-old son. With so much to live for, Darcy is shaken by a near-fatal riding accident. After a miraculous escape, he is visited by an otherworldly being: an angel of death named Graham. Threatening dire consequences, Graham compels Darcy to guide him on a sojourn in the world of mortals.
Darcy immediately questions the angel’s motives when he demands to be a guest at Pemberley. Can he trust Graham’s assurance that no harm will come to his wife and child? And why does Graham insist on spending time with Elizabeth? How can Darcy possibly protect his family from an angel with power over life and death?
In this romantic fantasy, the beloved couple from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice must contend with both human and unearthly challenges. Are the fates against them? Or will their extraordinary love conquer all?
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Wednesday, September 13, 1815
The view afforded by the precipice not three feet from Fitzwilliam Darcy was vast and daunting to most, but the gentleman spared nary a glance at the stupendous prospect of the limestone ravine below. He had taken this trail hundreds of times before, as had Regal, his majestic, black Arabian stallion.
“I have never seen a mare quite like her. She is the prettiest horse I have ever seen. Her coat is the colour of polished copper, and I could not find even one fault in her conformation. The Welsh pony is calm, wise and gentle—ideal for Bennet.”
The horse flicked his ears back now and again as Darcy continued to expound in great detail on the presents he had purchased for his wife and son. Although considered by most a laconic sort, Darcy had discovered as a child that talking to horses benefitted both parties: the sound of his voice calmed the horses, and he was more comfortable talking with them than with people. He leaned forward in the saddle as he spoke, his mind focused upon his discourse. In listing for Regal the virtues of the notable equine specimens scheduled for delivery from the neighbouring estate, he reaffirmed in his own mind that he had chosen well.
A cutting gust interrupted his thoughts with a pervasive discomfort, prompting him to raise the collar of his greatcoat and affirming his choice to take this particular route; the narrow, winding trail was a faster route to Pemberley than the road.
The plans that had been made to surprise his wife dominated his mind. Her lovely countenance would be luminous and joyful when she comprehended what he had done. Many hours had been spent in consideration of the smallest details for the celebration, all the while ensuring that Elizabeth, as clever as she was, would not suspect anything beyond the special birthday dinner she was expecting. His object was to show her his appreciation for her support, patience, and understanding these past weeks.
A tightness in his throat impelled him to swallow several times as doubt intruded upon his reasoning. Would Elizabeth be pleased with his efforts to plan a memorable celebration for her? To gratify her, he would have spared no expense in marking this occasion with a lavish affair. However, his knowledge of his wife persuaded him that she would prefer the simple celebration planned for the following se’nnight to mark her twenty-fourth birthday and their son, Bennet’s, second.
While in contemplation of the meal planned for Elizabeth’s birthday dinner, his body was jerked forward by Regal’s inexplicable, erratic backward jump. “Deuced horse! Are you mad?” His eyes went wide as the verge of the narrow section of trail and the sheer drop below loomed next to him. Before he could breathe, let alone take his bearings, Regal reared up in a sudden, jarring movement.
A strangled breath escaped him—he had allowed the reins to slip from his fingers, and they fell uselessly to the ground. He grasped for the stallion’s mane in a frenzied motion while inhaling a sharp burst of air. Darcy’s heart lurched when his sleek, new leather gloves failed to find a firm grip. The slow, steady loss of his balance and the frightening certainty that he was going to fall over the cliff into the ravine below caused every muscle in his body to tense. No, this cannot be!
Regal’s position at the edge of the trail left no section of ground available for a safe landing. Nothing—no trees, bushes, or even rocks were within reach to seize upon and prevent his fall, and the drop was certain to be fatal. It was a distance of over two hundred feet, and the rocky ground would not provide a soft landing. His breath came in ragged pants. Seized with horror, disbelief, and a frightening sense of helplessness, his body descended towards certain death.
Whilst walking in the rose garden at Pemberley with her faithful collie, Rory, at her side, Elizabeth Darcy halted her movement and wrapped her arms around herself. Her smile vanished. A change had occurred in the peaceful atmosphere surrounding her. An almost imperceptible, elusive tugging at the edges of her awareness filled her with the certitude of impending doom. The sky turned grey as a dark, malevolent cloud appeared above her, and the air grew chillingly cold. Gooseflesh covered her arms, and a shiver crept down her back as her eyes flitted around the shaded garden.
Kelly Miller discovered her appreciation for Jane Austen late in life, and her love of writing even later. It was the 1995 miniseries of Pride and Prejudice that made her take notice and want to read the actual book. It was many years later that she discovered the world of JAFF. After reading a slew of wildly inventive stories featuring the beloved characters created by Jane Austen, she was inspired to write one of her own. Now, writing is one of her favorite pastimes. When not writing, she spends her free time singing, playing the piano, and working out. (Yes, like Elizabeth Bennet, she is an excellent walker.) Kelly Miller lives in Silicon Valley with her husband, daughter and their many pets.
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