Fitzwilliam Darcy, Guardian- Excerpt and Giveaway

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I’m very pleased to announce that Jennifer Joy released a new book today called Fitzwilliam Darcy, Guardian and I honestly cannot wait to start reading it! I love Jennifer Joys’s books and her latest novel in the Dimension of Darcy series was one of my favorite books this year, so Fitzwilliam Darcy, Guardian which is the third book in the series, is definitely in the pipeline!

Today we are sharing with you the book blurb and an excerpt that in my opinion demonstrates Jennifer Joy’s ability to engage us in her stories. I hope you like it, and don’t forget there is a very generous giveaway too, please comment on this post to have a chance to win one of the four e-books the author is offering.

 

 

He lost everyone he loved … except for a secret baby.

Fitzwilliam Darcy will lie and break the law to keep his sister’s newborn safe. When the only way to protect her is to have an heir of his own, his search for a trustworthy wife begins…

She was her father’s favorite … until he sacrificed her happiness.

When Elizabeth Bennet’s father falls gravely ill, she is willing to shoulder the responsibility of her family’s care while maintaining her freedom — until she is forced to marry Mr. Darcy.

One broken man + one bitter lady = one happy family?

Through grief and betrayal, Darcy and Elizabeth learn to trust each other and work together to honor the promises they have made — including the vows they exchanged.

But a spiteful enemy from Darcy’s past is determined to divide their family, and the law is on his side…

Fitzwilliam Darcy, Guardian is a sweet and clean romantic suspense variation of Jane Austen’s timeless classic, Pride and Prejudice. It’s the third book in the Dimensions of Darcy series of standalone novels.

You can find Fitzwilliam Darcy, Guardian at:

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“We are married.”

He had thought that quite obvious. “Yes.”

“I did not want to marry without love.”

Frustration fluttered within Darcy. If she did not want to marry, then why had she gone through with it? Why complain now that the deed was done? “And yet you married me. You repeated the vows just as I did.”

She scrunched her face and huffed, “Yes, I did,” with so much scorn, Darcy became quite offended.

“Why did you go through with it, then?” he asked.

She blinked, sighing deeply. “I said I would do it, and I will not go back on my word. I would have disappointed myself and my sisters … and I could not have lived with the guilt.” Under her breath, she added, “Blast my quick temper and infernal tongue.”

Darcy knew better than to smile, but her spicy wording and the reassurance that his choice had indeed been a wise one offered too great a relief to go completely unappreciated. Elizabeth was a lady of her word. Of course, he had known as much. Had he not witnessed her dealings with her selfish father?

He felt her eyes on him, putting an end to his musings.

“I do not even know what to call you. Mr. Darcy?” She shook her head. “No, that is too formal. Husband?” She wrinkled her nose, mumbling, “No, that is too obvious.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Fitzwilliam,” she said slowly, nodding as her eyebrow arched and her lips curled sardonically. “Yes, ‘Fitzwilliam’ will do perfectly when we quarrel. I rather fancy the name right now.”

Her humorous remark contrasted so boldly with the tension in the carriage, Darcy guffawed. “My mother used to call me Fitzwilliam when she was cross with me. It did not happen often.” He trusted it would not happen often in his marriage either.

Elizabeth folded her arms. “I am not your mother.”

Darcy’s grin faded. “No, you are not,” he mumbled, struck by how distinct the two women were and wishing his mother were still alive. He had not been alone with his wife for a quarter of an hour and, already, he needed the guidance of his matron. He could not be certain, but he began to sense that Elizabeth’s anger was somehow directed at him. He could not fathom why.

“It hardly bodes well for us to quarrel on our wedding day. What shall I call you then?” Elizabeth asked.

Finally, she spoke sense. He answered, “Pray call me William.”

It occurred to Darcy that he ought to ask how she preferred for him to address her, but she did not give him the opportunity.

“Very well, then, William. Are you a man of your word? Will you love me or is ours to be a cold, disinterested union?” Elizabeth uncrossed her arms, leaning forward and bracing herself with her hands against the edge of the cushion. She looked as if she would pounce on him if he replied unsatisfactorily.

Her anticipation increased his anxiety while her doubt, once again, injured his pride.

“I always honor my word,” he said.

“Forgive me for expressing disbelief, but how can you be so certain? Is it not better to fall in love before committing to a permanent union?”

“There was no time. I required a wife, and you required a provider.”

“Why did you marry?” she asked.

“I had to.”

“Without love?”

Darcy rubbed his hand over his face. “I will provide everything you need.”

“Then, it is settled, for I need nothing more than to be cherished, to be of account in an equal union. Now that we are forevermore attached, I should think it is quite obvious that I will look to you to satisfy my needs … as you call them.”

Where had all the air gone? Darcy pulled at his cravat, but relief was not his to find.

Why could she not ask for gowns and jewels as most ladies would?

He knew the answer as soon as the question crossed his mind. Elizabeth was not like most ladies. He would not have chosen her otherwise.

 

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What did you think of the excerpt? Don’t you love when Elizabeth and Darcy quarrel with one another if it is quite obvious they will end up together in the end?

To celebrate this reelase, Jennifer Joy is promoting a giveaway of 4 ebooks of Fitzwilliam Darcy, Guardian.

All you have to do is comment on this post until the 1st of December 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!