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The Barrister and the Letter of Marque by Todd M. Johnson – Excerpt

Good Afternoon everyone,

I am very pleased to welcome for the first at From Pemberley to Milton author Todd M. Johnson who has recently released The Barrister and the Letter of Marque. I never read anything written by Mr. Johnson, but I was impressed not only with the premise of this book but also the excerpt he decided to bring to us today. I hope you enjoy it and that you join me in congratulating Mr. Johnson on his new release 😊

I would like to thank him for his visit and Laurel Ann Nattress for inviting me to be a part of this tour.



It took no more than several ticks of the ancient clock hanging above the jurors for the new witness to appear from a side door. But in those few moments, Edmund stood, ushering their client into the seat beside William, then seated himself two chairs farther away. In that same instant, Edmund procured a well-groomed horsehair wig, identical to his own, from the cloth bag beneath the table and placed it on Patrin’s head.

Periwinkle, focused on the new witness in the box, took no notice.

“Mr. Keyes,” Periwinkle addressed the new witness. “You are a hostler, are you not? You care for horses at the Inn of Red Gables near the chemist’s shop?”

The witness coughed to clear his throat, then thrust his chest out importantly. “I do indeed, master.”

“Were you at your job the day there was a theft of goods in front of the chemist’s shop last month?”


“And what did you see?”

“I saw a man come out of the chemist’s and reach in and take a wooden crate from a large wagon there—plain as can be. Then he put it on another wagon, got aboard, and drove away.”

“Very well. And is that man seated at counsel table?” Periwinkle waved an arm in the direction of defense counsel. “With Mr. Snopes?”

“Aye, plain as can be.”

“Thank you. Nothing further.”

William rose instantly to his feet. “Which one, Mr. Keyes?”

The witness stiffened. “Which one what?”

“Which one? Which of the gentlemen seated at my table was the perpetrator of the theft?”

Periwinkle’s eyes shifted to the table, where Edmund had now slid off his robe, resting it behind Patrin’s chair.

“Why, I object!” Periwinkle shouted, seeing the three wigged men.

The magistrate stared across the room, taking in the sight. “This is most inappropriate, Mr. Snopes,” the judge bellowed. “You’ve cloaked the accused as a barrister.”

“My lordship, I cannot see why that would offend. While a barrister must be properly wigged in the courtroom, I know of no admonition against a party wearing such a wig as well.”

“But you’re clearly attempting to confuse this witness.”

“Not at all, your lordship. I’m simply trying to determine whether this witness—critical to the prosecution—really knows who he is accusing of the serious crime of theft.”

The magistrate hesitated.

“Mr. Plessing, this is simply not done!” Periwinkle objected.

The judge’s eyes shifted to sear the prosecutor like hot coals.

“I am Justice Plessing today, Mr. Periwinkle. Or your lordship. However you might address me at a club or at a card game, you will kindly not forget to address me appropriately in this setting.”

“Your lordship,” William chimed in. “Perhaps a compromise might be agreed upon. What if you were to direct both the accused and my assistant to stand and remove their wigs. That would provide Mr. Keyes a fair chance to view them as he would have seen the culprit that afternoon.”

Perhaps he wouldn’t have agreed minutes before. Now Judge Plessing contemplated the room like a circling hawk, his nasal breaths filling an expectant silence in the gallery that a parson would have envied.

“Very well,” the magistrate said. “The two gentlemen at defense table besides Mr. Snopes will stand and remove their wigs.”

Edmund and Patrin were nearly the same height, but as Edmund rose, he crouched just a bit where he stood, still several chairs down from William. His hair beneath his wig was deliberately grown out and cut ragged, while their client’s was coiffed and oiled. Patrin’s shirt was finely pressed and spotless; Edmund’s, now fully revealed, carried stains of several meals.

“Why, it’s him.” Keyes squinted. “Surely as the sun rose this morning!” He extended a finger pointed directly at Edmund. “That man stole the other’ns goods from that wagon. I saw him with my own eyes. Plain as can be.”

“This is unfair! This is an ambush!” Periwinkle cried out amid gasps and shouts from the gallery.

Leaning across their client to address Edmund, William allowed himself a small smile. “I believe that’s the best summation I’ve ever heard old Periwinkle give.”


As a barrister in 1818 London, William Snopes has witnessed firsthand the danger of only the wealthy having their voices heard, and he’s a strong advocate who defends the poorer classes against the powerful. That changes the day a struggling heiress, Lady Madeleine Jameson, arrives at his door.

In a last-ditch effort to save her faltering estate, Lady Jameson invested in a merchant brig, the Padget. The ship was granted a rare privilege by the king’s regent: a Letter of Marque authorizing the captain to seize the cargo of French traders operating illegally in the Indian Sea. Yet when the Padget returns to London, her crew is met by soldiers ready to take possession of their goods and arrest the captain for piracy. And the Letter—-the sole proof his actions were legal—has mysteriously vanished.

Moved by the lady’s distress, intrigued by the Letter, and goaded by an opposing solicitor, Snopes takes the case. But as he delves deeper into the mystery, he learns that the forces arrayed against Lady Jameson, and now himself, are even more perilous than he’d imagined.

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Todd M. Johnson is the author of three legal thrillers: The Deposit Slip (2012), Critical Reaction (2013), and Fatal Trust (2017), and The Barrister and the Letter of Marque (2021), his first foray into historical mystery. He has been a practicing attorney for over 30 years, specializing as a trial lawyer. A graduate of Princeton University and the University of Minnesota Law School, he also taught for two years as adjunct professor of International Law and served as a US diplomat in Hong Kong. He lives outside Minneapolis, Minnesota, with his wife and daughter.

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The Blog Tour for The Barrister and the Letter of Marque is just starting, so don’t forget to follow it to know more information about the book.

Aug 02 The Readathon (Review)

Aug 02 From Pemberley to Milton (Excerpt)

Aug 02 Austenprose—A Jane Austen Blog (Review) 

Aug 03 Life of Literature (Review)

Aug 03 Captivated Reading (Spotlight)

Aug 04 Laura’s Reviews (Review)

Aug 04 The Green Mockingbird (Review) 

Aug 05 My Jane Austen Book Club (Spotlight)

Aug 05 Reading is My Superpower (Review) 

Aug 06 Among the Reads (Excerpt) 

Aug 06 The Blue Stocking (Review) 

Aug 07 Gwendalyn’s Books (Review) 

Aug 07 Reading with Emily (Review) 

Aug 08 Storeybook Reviews (Spotlight)

Aug 08 Rosanne E. Lortz (Review)

Aug 09 Heidi Reads (Excerpt)

Aug 09 Bookworm Lisa (Review) 

Aug 10 The Caffeinated Bibliophile (Spotlight)

Aug 10 Wishful Endings (Review) 

Aug 10 My Bookish Bliss (Review) 

Aug 11 By the Book (Interview)

Aug 11 A Bookish Way of Life (Review)

Aug 12 Books, Teacups, & Reviews (Review)

Aug 12 A Darn Good Read (Review) 

Aug 13 Fire & Ice (Review) 

Aug 14 The Lit Bitch (Spotlight)

Aug 14 The Book Diva Reads (Spotlight)

Aug 15 Vesper’s Place (Review)

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A Learned Romance by Elizabeth Rasche- Review & Giveaway

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Mary Bennet is my favorite sister following Elizabeth, and I believe she has a lot of potential as a character with many different approaches and outcomes being possible and believable, so I was very happy to see that a sequel focused on Mary was about to be published by Quills & Quartos Publishing.

In A Learned Romance we will find all Bennet sisters married except Mary who has been residing with the Wickham’s in their London house. Mr. Wikham has somehow gained a fortune which has allowed them to walk among society’s high circles, but which has also brought a lot of attention to Lydia’s behavior. And you know Lydia, right? She is a flirt! So, when society starts noticing her unmeasured attention to geologist Mr. Cole, Elizabeth decides to give Mary a task. Call Mr. Cole’s attention to herself to allow the gossips pertaining Lydia to subside. Trying to conquer a gentleman of the ton is certainly not a comfortable task for Mary, but her duty to her family speaks higher then her natural shyness, and it is an idea provided by Elizabeth, so it’s got to be witty, right?

The storyline will then move forward with Mary trying to abate the gossip linking Lydia Wikham to Mr. Cole, but things are not as easy as Elizabeth would believe. Not only Mary is inapt at flirting, but she is also still learning who she is, what she wants and how to behave to obtain that.

I am not sure if I liked Mary in this novel, nor am I sure if I understood her character, or that of Mr. Cole for that matter, but I certainly loved watching them on their path to self-discovery. In my perspective this book is not solely focused on providing the reader a love story for Mary, but a book that will allow her to grow as a character and to discover her true self and her role in society.

Mary’s character will change throughout the story as her relationship with Mr. Cole, and her friendship with Lady Lucy forces her to see the world through other people’s eyes. She will start questioning if her view and her approach to several situations in life are indeed the best, and I enjoyed that immensely because if we think about it, Mary Bennet was only 19 or 20 years old, and people are still building their personalities at that age. I enjoyed the fact that her character is not a stereotype but an evolving personality, and that both she and Mr. Cole helped each other find their way.

I also loved the fact that I couldn’t predict what would happen next. Because this book is a sequel, the author had to develop an entirely new plot, and the excitement of not knowing what would occur next, and if/when Mary would end up with Mr. Cole made me read it non-stop. I kept reading in anticipation of their next interlude and even if the book is not dedicated to their love story, it did not disappoint, and I really enjoyed it.

A Learned Romance is a novel of self-discovery with a romance that will spice things a little. It is a very agreeable read that I recommend to all who see in Mary Bennet a rough diamond with a lot of potential.



“She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older: the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning”–Jane Austen, Persuasion, chapter 4


MARY BENNET HAD NEVER WISHED for anything more than to be known as the meek and pious Bennet sister, the one who sweetly brought peace to her family.

BEING THE LAST UNMARRIED BENNET SISTER, the pressure to partake of a London Season with the nouveau riche Wickhams was considerable, no matter how little she desired it; but, her young sister Lydia would not hear a refusal. Mary hoped she could pass her days as quietly as a mouse and maybe encourage her still-wild sister to become a more demure wife and stop quarrelling so much with her husband. 

BUT WHEN LYDIA’S FLIRTATION with scientist begins stirring gossip, Mary discovers it is not enough to stay meek and quiet. She must protect Lydia’s reputation by drawing the man’s attentions her way, and convincing the world it is Mary, not Lydia, who attracts Mr Cole. If she fails, Lydia’s disgrace will taint every family member connected with her—Bennet, Bingley, and Darcy alike—and Mary will have no hope for her own future. But alluring a gentleman is hardly the sort of practice Mary has a knack for. Though it goes against every fibre of her being, Mary must turn aside from the peace she craves and uncover the belle within—all while finding her heart awakening in the illusion of romance she has created.

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After acquiring a doctorate in philosophy from the University of Arkansas, Elizabeth taught philosophy in the U.S. and co-taught English in Japan. Now she and her husband live in northwest Arkansas, which is over 4,000 miles from Derbyshire. (Doesn’t everyone measure distance from the center of the world, Pemberley?)

She dreams of visiting Surrey (if only to look for Mrs. Elton’s Maple Grove), London, Bath, and of course, Derbyshire. When she has a Jane Austen novel in one hand, a cup of tea in the other, and a cat on her lap, her day is pretty much perfect. 

Elizabeth Rasche is the author of Flirtation and Folly, as well as The Birthday Parties of Dragons. Her poetry has appeared in Scifaikuest.

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Quills & Quartos would like to offer one ebook copy of A Learned Romance to one reader commenting on this post. The winner will be choosen and announced on the Q&Q Facebook and Instagram pages shortly after the blog tour is over. 

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Old Boots by Grace Gibson – Excerpt & Giveaway

Good Afternoon everyone, 

Grace Gibson has become a favorite author ever since I read the magnificent Reckless, Headstrong Girl, so I am very happy to welcome her at From Pemberley to Milton once more.

Today she brings not only a fun excerpt but also an explanation of why she decided to write this story. I hope you enjoy learning more about Old Boots and share with us your opinion, don’t forget, all comments will be entered to the giveaway Meryton Press is offering.

I would like to thank Janet Taylor for inviting me for the tour and for everything she has done for this community 😊 This wouldn’t be the same without you.

And now, I will leave you to enjoy the excerpt. Have fun!


Hi Rita! It is terribly hot where I live and I love nothing more than to stay cool with a class of iced tea and a book about the cold, rainy British countryside. Reading is a favorite summer pastime for many, and I am so happy to be here today to share a little about my latest release.

We are all acquainted with Fitzwilliam Darcy, the brooding, dignified hero who must be humbled in order to fall in love.  And who would not fall for such a serious, unreachable man? 

However, in Old Boots, I began to explore the idea that perhaps the gentleman had not always been so stiff. After all, every grown man has first been a boy. What if Mr. Darcy had started out in life as a bit of a scamp?

As I began to write, I was delighted when a series of unforeseen events resulted in Mr. Darcy finding within himself the youthful prankster he had once been. Put in his own words, he suddenly exclaims, 

I was simply tired of being so damnably well-regulated!” 

This is perhaps the most telling of Darcy’s realizations in this story, and as you may already suspect, Elizabeth Bennet has had something to do with his emerging spirit of mischief. 

But it is not just Elizabeth who brings out the latent mischief-maker in Mr. Darcy. Caroline Bingley, being possessive and determined to have him as her husband, also causes the gentleman to resort to ungentlemanly tactics. 

In this excerpt, Darcy has arrived at Netherfield Park in a clandestine manner. He is soaking wet and not fit to be seen, so he enters through the back door and uses the servants’ stairs to get up to his room. He discretely asks for Bingley to explain the reason for his strange arrival, and since he would rather not have to also explain himself to Bingley’s sisters, suggests they forego the usual formal welcome. Bingley, agreeable as ever, voices no objection and, at the appointed hour, Darcy simply goes down to dinner as if nothing unusual has happened. But…


Miss Bingley gasped as I came into the salon just as the dinner gong sounded. I bowed to her in acknowledgement.

“Mr. Darcy! But—” she spluttered, almost at the volume of a screech. “I—we have been waiting all afternoon to greet you properly! How did I miss your arrival?”

I temporarily ignored her to greet her sister, Mrs. Hurst, and her sister’s husband. I then returned my attention to the horrified countenance of my hostess and said as meekly as I could, “I do not rightly know, madam.”

As the hours of the evening progressed, this mild deception began to strike me as something of a tremendous prank. Miss Bingley must have been glued to her chair, determined to receive me. How I entered the house without her knowing confounded her to a vexatious degree. She could not cease to remark upon it.

I began to suspect that she was no particular favorite of the servants of the house. From the butler to the lowliest maid, I detected a closed rank. No one was the least bit sympathetic to Miss Bingley’s quandary. When questioned as to when I arrived, as they invariably were, they collectively feigned confusion, ignorance, or to have been elsewhere at the precise moment in question.

All manner of excuses were serenely provided as to why no one could tell her the particulars of my arrival: she had requested the butler to look over the wine for dinner, had sent her footmen out to the stables to assure the grooms’ readiness to receive visitors, and had sent Mrs. Nichols upstairs to look over the rooms. Her distress seemed to entertain them almost as much as it did me.

Even Bingley, who is not the sharpest blade in the armory, blandly looked upon his sister’s bewilderment and said, “Pish, Caroline. Give over. The man is here, as you see.”


I hope you enjoyed seeing a different side of a gentleman known more often for his arrogance and reserve. 

One of Darcy’s unlikely allies in this story is Elizabeth’s father. Mr. Bennet, known for his cutting humor, also manages to exert a subtle influence on Mr. Darcy. If you would like to read more about Mr. Bennet’s surprising role in this love story, please join met at Probably at the Library on July 17th. Hope to see you there!

Some form of devilry has come over Mr. Darcy. 

Since his father’s death, Fitzwilliam Darcy has endeavored to be reliable, responsible, and restrained. But upon visiting Netherfield Park in Hertfordshire, he finds himself weary of the struggle to be so damnably well regulated and delights in a revival of the carefree mischief that characterized his younger days.

What brings on this sudden reversal? Perhaps it is a shocking incident that takes place upon his first entering the neighborhood when he rescues Miss Elizabeth Bennet from the raging current of a rain-swollen stream. The so-called “lady” does not prefer to be rescued, and Darcy’s subsequent dunking, rather than resulting in the gratitude that is his due, is met with her confounding resentment of his interference.

This tale of Darcy’s entanglement with the mysteriously grief-stricken Bennet family is interwoven with a love story—a most delicious exchange of looks, barbs, pranks, and innuendos as Miss Elizabeth, the “lightning bolt of Longbourn,” regularly singes, frustrates, and humbles the man from Derbyshire.

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In addition to mosaic art, which I create at Studio Luminaria, my home-based glass shop in El Paso, Texas, I enjoy writing regency romance and Pride and Prejudice variations for pleasure.   

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07-12 Austenesque Reviews 

07-14 Donadee’s Corner

07-15 From Pemberley to Milton

07-17 Probably at the Library

07-19 Jane Austen State of Mind 

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Forgotten Betrothal by L.M. Romano – Excerpt & Giveaway

Good Afternoon everyone, 

The blog tour for Forgotten Betrothal starts today at from Pemberley to Milton and I couldn’t be happier about it. The blurb has made me confident this is a story I will love! I love variations that only deviate a little from canon but that take a completely different path after that. I prefer small changes such as Elizabeth not reading the letter then a major change such as her family being titled, for example, and my favorite starting point for a deviation is the Hunsford proposal because I have always believed that by then, Elizabeth already harbored some feelings for Darcy, and it is only after her refusal that he truly learns her character and respects her the more for it.

I do not know how much Forgotten Betrothal deviates from canon, but the fact that it starts right after the Hunsford proposal, and that Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth meet shortly after that in London is certainly a selling point for me! I am looking forward to reading and reviewing this book here 😊

I am also happy to welcome Mrs. Romano for the first time at From Pemberley to Milton. I hope this is the first of many.

I would like to thank everyone at Quills & Quartos for inviting me for the tour and for everything they do for this community 😊

And now, I will leave you to enjoy the excerpt. Please let us know what you thought, and also your feelings concerning this blurb 😊 The story appears to have a bit of a mystery too, isn’t that exciting?



Thanks, Rita, for letting me share an excerpt today from Forgotten Betrothal! One of the exciting parts about writing this book was the opportunity to portray an extended courtship between Darcy and Elizabeth. In this scene, Darcy has just brought Georgiana to meet Elizabeth for the first time and through their conversation, Elizabeth gains greater insight into Darcy’s childhood and even discovers a hidden talent! Enjoy!


Excerpt from Chapter 17


“So you are teaching your cousin to play, Miss Elizabeth?” Georgiana enquired.

“Only simple tunes. Meg is but five, my talents are limited, and I am not an appropriate tutor.”

“I remember Fitzwilliam teaching me simple songs when I was that age. But surely you are being too modest, Miss Elizabeth! My brother has told me how much he enjoys to listen to your playing, and he never exaggerates, I assure you!”

“You play the pianoforte, Mr Darcy?” Elizabeth asked, clearly surprised.

“I must defer to your superior skills, and Georgiana has long surpassed any efforts of mine.”

“I would love to hear you play sometime, Miss Elizabeth,” Georgiana affirmed. “Fitzwilliam has told me that he has rarely heard anything that brought him such pleasure.”

Elizabeth was spared from answering his sister’s request when a maid entered the room with refreshments. Standing to assist her aunt, Miss Bennet redirected the conversation towards Derbyshire, and soon Georgiana and Mrs Gardiner were happily sharing their stories of Lambton while Miss Bennet asked after their favourite haunts in the village. Bringing him his preferred cup of tea, Elizabeth joined Darcy on the other side of the room.

“You have been withholding information, sir. There I was, chained to the instrument at Rosings, when you could have rescued me from your aunt’s scrutiny by displaying your undoubtedly superior talents.” 

Smiling in reply, Darcy acknowledged, “Perhaps I could have, Miss Elizabeth, but you are by far the superior player. In fact, I have not played before anyone outside my immediate family since I was a boy. I was in earnest when I told you that I do not perform to strangers.”

“Do you have a reason for keeping such talents hidden?”

“Not particularly, it is only that my instruction came from my mother. She was a marvellous performer, but her music was always distinctly personal, a feeling my sister shares.” 

Elizabeth’s genuine interest gave Darcy the courage to continue. “My mother was always rather delicate, you see, and during my youth, she spent many hours in the music room in place of more active pursuits. I was often drawn to her music, and some of my fondest memories of her are the moments she would give towards my instruction. It may not have been the most common of interests for a young boy, but I felt privileged to share her passion.” He paused as his thoughts turned slightly mournful. “After Georgiana’s birth, my mother’s health never recovered and she rarely left Pemberley. On my holidays from Eton, we spent quite a lot of time in that music room, playing together with Georgiana in her basket at our feet. Georgiana suffered from colic, and nothing seemed to soothe her except for my mother’s music. After Mother died, I continued to play for my sister in her stead.”  

A light hand on his forearm pulled him from his recollections, and as he turned to gaze upon Elizabeth, her kind sympathy radiated from her countenance.

“What was she like, your mother?”

“She was a gentle soul, much like your sister Miss Bennet. ’Tis not a common trait for a Fitzwilliam, I assure you. The more lively nature of my cousin Richard is more in tune with the rest of the family. I suppose with such a strong sister as Lady Catherine, it was easier for my mother to yield to her natural reserve, a trait she passed to both of her children. In looks, she was much like Georgiana—blond curls, blue eyes, though a lighter shade, and a fair complexion. While I strongly resemble my father, I believe I inherited much of Mother’s temperament, though perhaps not her innate gentleness,” he finished with a faint smile.

“I would not be so sure of that, Mr Darcy, for you seem to possess hidden depths behind that mask you present to the world. Was your father also reserved?”

“No indeed. While not overly boisterous, my father tended to favour those of a livelier disposition. I felt he was sometimes disappointed by my reticence, as he often encouraged my association with those he felt would inspire me to overcome my shyness.”

Darcy could see Elizabeth instantly understood his reference to Wickham, but she bravely pushed past the allusion.

“Well, you seemed to have developed a taste for liveliness if you prefer my company,” she teased. “Though I must say that I enjoy learning more of your family. It is clear to me how much you care for them, and I believe in the importance of appreciating your blessings. You never know how fragile it can all become.”

Her uncharacteristically solemn expression encouraged him to ask, “Are you sure you are well, Miss Elizabeth?”

“I hardly know, sir, but I have great hope I soon will be.” As she looked into his eyes, she seemed to seek reassurance, and her smile grew. “Indeed, I believe I have every chance of happiness.”

Darcy felt his own chances for felicity had increased tenfold since his arrival that afternoon. An irrepressible hope settled in his chest, convincing him that perhaps his greatest desire was not quite so far out of reach.


Enlightenment dawned, sharp and painful in its glaring exactitude. He knew. From the moment she had uttered her true name, he had known that she was not free. So why was he here? Why did he still look at her in that way? Why could she see the adoration in his eyes and the torment in his features? Had he come to say goodbye? To leave her to this fate?


How can an innocent stroll through Hyde Park change the course of so many lives?

Confused and chastened following her cruel rejection of Mr Darcy’s proposal, Elizabeth Bennet returns to her aunt’s home in Gracechurch Street. Unable to find solace while pondering her terrible misjudgment of his character, she is overwhelmed with guilt for how she treated the puzzling gentleman from Derbyshire. 

Fitzwilliam Darcy has retreated to his London home after being spurned by the lady he loves, and after serious reflection has come to the realisation that he never deserved Elizabeth’s good opinion. 

A chance encounter brings the opportunity to seek forgiveness, and possibly, a new start to their budding romance. But the introduction of a stranger into Elizabeth’s life threatens to reveal old family secrets that have the potential to truly unravel her world and all that she holds dear.

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M. Romano is, as Miss Bingley would say, ‘a great reader,’ though she still owns to taking delight in many things. As an inveterate bookworm and a longtime lover of historical fiction, she is delighted to present her début novel, Forgotten Betrothal, as a tribute to her love for the works and characters created by Jane Austen. As a history professor, she eagerly embraced the opportunity to delve into Regency England and the many facets of London’s high society, which provided endless evenings of entertainment for both herself and any unfortunate family members who happened to be nearby.

A Northern California native, L. M. Romano currently lives with her husband in Ontario, California. She plans to continue writing, teaching, and reading countless books to her heart’s content.

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Quills & Quartos would like to offer one ebook copy of Forgotten Betrothal to one reader commenting on this post. The winner will be choosen and announced on the Q&Q Facebook and Instagram pages shortly after the blog tour is over. 

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Twists of Fate by Joana Starnes – Ask me anything & Giveaway

Good Afternoon everyone, 

Today I’m very happy to welcome Joana Starnes at From Pemberley to Milton to talk about her upcoming release Twists of Fate

Joana is a dear friend and one of my favorite authors, so I am always eagerly anticipating her releases. In fact, as soon as I finish one of her books, I immediately ask her when she will write the next one because I just wanted to continue getting involved in her writing and her characters. Twists of Fate is a forced marriage scenario, and I am sure Joana will make it an incredible and unforgettable story! She is particularly good at showing the reader the intensity of her character’s feelings, and with a forced marriage scenario, I imagine she will have plenty of scenes to work on that 🙂

Today she is sharing some information about this new book and answering all your questions! So if there is something you’ve always wanted to ask her, go ahead! Check out all the information she is sharing about the new book tto, I am sure you’ll get very curious. All questions will be entered into the giveaway of 2 ebook copies of Twists of Fate

Thank you so much for visiting Joana! I am looking forward to reading and reviewing this book 🙂 And…to visit Pemberley with you once more 😉

P.S – I looooove the book’s cover 🙂


Thank you, Rita, for welcoming me today, on the blog tour for my new Pride and Prejudice variation, Twists of Fate.

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I thought I might start by sharing a few titbits about the book, and then if there is anything else you’d like to know, please leave a comment and I’ll try to answer without too many spoilers. If you would like spoilers, that’s absolutely fine too. I can message you privately or email you, and spill the beans.

The idea for Twists of Fate hit me while I was minding my own business and writing a short and cheery story that sprung from a chat that Rita, Glynis and I had at Pemberley.

(Goodness, I can’t believe it’s been over 2 years! Far too long! I do hope we get to meet up at Pemberley again soon!)


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I started writing the cheery story last spring and I was having a wonderful time with it, but then the new idea came and grabbed me, and just wouldn’t let go!

If you haven’t seen the book trailer yet, have a quick peek. The music really, really makes it (thank you, Aaron Kenny, for this exquisite piece!!)


So, the titbits:

Some of the things I hope you’ll be pleased to find in Twists of Fate:

  • Our favourite characters get together very early. They marry a week and a day after the Netherfield ball;
  • The early marriage is all due to Wickham, who ends up helping Darcy more than he knows (and far more than he could possibly wish!);
  • All those who set out to injure our dear couple (including, but not limited to the dastardly Mr Wickham) end up helping them in one way or another, and making their bond stronger;
  • There is angst (of course there’s angst 😀 ), but there are lots of romantic moments in between, and a good dose of besottedness;
  • There is courtship – slow-burn, tantalising courtship – as they tiptoe towards intimacy. On that note, I think this is my most daring book yet. Not explicit, never explicit, but it’s certainly daring!
  • Elizabeth is brave even when she is flummoxed;
  • Our favourite characters learn to open up and talk, really talk, and share their feelings – even Mr Darcy (and he gets over his aversion to dancing, too).
  • Did I mention the besottedness?

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Now, in the interest of full disclosure, there are a few things that make me think I’d better buy a helmet, put it on and wait for the shower of turnips:

  • Georgiana speaks out when she shouldn’t;
  • Darcy doesn’t speak out when he should.
  • The book is called Twists of Fate for a whole lot of reasons. Some of them might not be what you expect.


And that’s it from me for now. Thanks for reading, and I’m looking forward to your questions. Please add them to the comments section and I’ll reply asap. Everyone who has a share in the conversation will be entered in the giveaway. But you don’t have to think of a question to enter! If there’s nothing you’d like to ask, please stop by for a chat and a chance to win a Kindle copy of Twists of Fate. There are 2 up for grabs. The giveaway is international and it’s open until 15 Jul 2021. Good luck!

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Twists of Fate will be released on 22 July and is now available on pre-order.

You can find the pre-order link here 

(Another excerpt is posted there for your reading pleasure 🙂 )

Thanks for stopping by, and thanks again, Rita, for welcoming me here today!


What if Mr Collins shocked Elizabeth with his base conduct at the time of his proposal, thus sending her dashing out of her house, and into the arms of Mr Darcy? What if that accidental encounter was witnessed, and impropriety was assumed? What if Mr Darcy was glad of the excuse to marry his heart’s desire – only to have his best hopes blasted within hours of his wedding? What if he found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time more than once?

Evil rumours, an early marriage, a dreadful misunderstanding, an old secret and good intentions gone awry. What if ‘I do’ is not the end, but the beginning of the adventure?

Twists of Fate is available for pre-order at:


NEW blog tour

More excerpts and giveaways at other stops on the blog tour:

17 Jun 2021 ~ Austen Variations ~ Giveaway and Excerpt: A ride in the rain

24 Jun 2021 ~ Austen Variations ~ Ongoing Giveaway and Excerpt: A fiery Mr Darcy

28 Jun 2021 ~ Austenesque Reviews ~ Cover Reveal, Giveaway and Excerpt: A very un-Hunsford-like proposal

5 Jul 2021 ~ Babblings of a Bookworm ~ Giveaway and Guest post: Breaking the wall of silence

8 Jul 2021 ~ From Pemberley to Milton ~ Giveaway and ‘Ask me anything!’ (I’ll try to answer without too many spoilers)

13 Jul 2021 ~ Austen Variations ~ Ongoing Giveaway and Excerpt: If anything can go wrong… (Murphy’s Law ~ the JAFF version)

16 Jul 2021 ~ Austenesque Reviews ~ Giveaway and… [my lips are sealed, but I hope you’ll like it]

22 Jul 2021 ~ Austen Variations ~ Launch Day!

NEW author bio

Joana Starnes is the author of eleven Austen-inspired novels and a contributor to the Quill Ink anthologies. All her novels are available at Amazon in Kindle and paperback, and some in Audible too: Joana’s Amazon Page.


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Mistress of Netherfield by Julia Winter – Excerpt & Giveaway

Good Afternoon everyone, 

How are you today? This is my last post while I am 36 because tomorrow is my birthday, so this is a special post for me. It is even more special because I am hosting Julia Winter for the first time at From Pemberley to Milton. Ms Winter has just released her debut Pride and Prejudice variation and she is here today with an enticing excerpt where we can see Mr. Darcy and Wickham’s encounter at Meryton. You’ll notice Elizabeth is no longer Miss Bennet when this encounter takes place, but Mrs. Grayson. What are your feelings regarding Elizabeth marrying someone else first? Have you heard about this book yet? Have you read the blurb? What do you think?

If you haven’t heard about it yet, or if you’re unaware of the blurb, let me stop you no more 🙂 You can find it right after the excerpt. 

Thank you for visiting Ms Winter, I hope this is the first of many visits 🙂



Meryton was less dense with fog, thicker with people. Of course. Market day. Darcy had forgotten. He moved Alastor carefully through the throng. Perhaps he should turn back here, rather than leave Bingley at Longbourn’s gates. There was rather too much activity testing Alastor’s temper.

“At least we missed the worst of it,” Bingley said with unimpaired cheer, bringing his roan alongside so they could talk. “Oh look! The Bennet ladies!”

Bingley urged his roan to the edge of the market square, where Mrs Grayson and the four Misses Bennet stood in conversation with a group of militia officers and, incongruously, a tall black-clad clergyman. Sighing, Darcy followed. At least the youngest two were not romping around like untamed colts… perhaps the presence of their elder sisters held their bad behaviour in check a trifle. A very small trifle. The youngest Bennet chit, the one with those silly corkscrew curls badly cut in the lop-sided fashion favoured by the more frivolous and outré elements of society, was side on to Bingley and Darcy as they approached. She hung on the arm of one officer and stared up at him as did a mouse fascinated by a snake. She was not squealing, which was an undoubted improvement on her usual manner, but the vacuous expression of adulation on her face, evident even in profile, was only to be deplored.

Bingley called out a greeting, and Miss Jane Bennet looked up, her pretty face showing her surprise before relaxing into her usual sweet smile.

The officer turned his head to look at them when he heard Bingley’s call, and his gaze caught Darcy’s.


Wickham! Good God. Wick—

Darcy’s chest constricted on the instant, cold fingers clenching around his ribs to crush everything beneath into a pounding, painful, churning mess caused by a heart trying to leap up out of its cage of bone. The cold rushed away, borne on a pulse of heat that had his face burning as if dipped in a volcano. Only pressing his lips together so hard his mouth hurt, prevented him from voicing his hate and fury and guilt.

The noise of the market faded into a distant hum and buzz. Vague shapes moved on the edge of sight, as wispy and unimportant as though they were phantoms the fog had made manifest. Only he and Wickham were there, transfixed, staring at each other with such hatred that the air should have seethed and roiled with it.

Wickham had paled, his face frozen into a grimace that was half dismay, half defiance. Darcy could only hope his own showed no expression at all.

The world had narrowed down to that familiar face, the one he had hoped never to see again. For a moment so long it felt an aeon, he and Wickham stared at each other, then, slowly, Wickham lifted his free hand to his temple to touch the shako perched on his head in a sketch of a greeting. That was too much to be borne. What Darcy wished to do was wrench Alastor around and send him galloping back the way he’d come, scattering the denizens of Meryton hither and thither like chaff. But no Darcy ever cut and ran. And certainly not before a cur like Wickham.

So, instead, Darcy turned away from Wickham as if he had not seen him. As if he had never seen him.

He looked at the rest of the company. Mrs Grayson frowned. She looked from Wickham to Darcy, with that same direct, almost challenging, gaze she had turned on Darcy at Longbourn. The clergyman murmured something and pulled at her arm.

“Please do not tug at me, Mr Collins. I am not a parcel!” Mrs Grayson’s tone was sharp.

“Oh, but my dear, dear cousin! It is my privilege, right, and duty to see to your protection—”

Darcy bowed slightly to the Bennet women, ignoring Wickham and the unknown cleric. “Good day, ladies. I hope you are all well. Forgive me for not staying. I will return now to Netherfield, Bingley, so I leave the ladies in your care.”

He touched his hat. Another cold I-do-not-see-you glance at Wickham, a curl of the lip to show his contempt, and he turned Alastor with quiet deliberation and rode slowly away, so upright in the saddle that his back and shoulders stabbed with complaining aches and pains.

And all the while, the lava of his hatred flamed inside his chest and gut. It was a miracle it did not melt his saddle and burn Alastor’s back.


It is a truth universally acknowledged that on escaping an unhappy marriage, a young widow will be delighted to remove to the dower house and lease the marital abode to a single man in possession of a good fortune, provided he looks elsewhere to fulfil his want of a wife.

Five years after being forced into an unwanted marriage at the age of sixteen, and freed six months later by the death of her abusive husband, Elizabeth Grayson (née Bennet) has finally found a measure of peace. The inheritor of her husband’s estate, Netherfield Park, Elizabeth is now a wealthy young widow, independent and self-reliant. With an eye always on improving her four sisters’ woefully small dowries and providing for her mother, who will be homeless when her father dies, Elizabeth is pleased to lease out Netherfield to the Bingley family, making her home in the dower house in Meryton and vowing that she will never remarry.

Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley in Derbyshire is rich and well connected, but reserved in company with anybody outside the very few he counts as friends. Towards those friends, he is loyal and steadfast, the staunchest of supporters. So when a young man comes to him with a tale of the clandestine marriage and mysterious death of Darcy’s old schoolfriend, James Grayson, and begs Darcy’s help to investigate the widow’s role, Darcy agrees. Visiting Charles Bingley, the new tenant of Netherfield, Darcy is very soon torn between his loyalty to his dead friend, and his burgeoning attraction to the widow.

Throw two unprincipled rogues and an elopement into the confines of Meryton, and how will Darcy’s dilemma over Elizabeth ever be resolved? And is she willing to put aside her misgivings, and trust again?




You can find Mistress of Netherfield at:






Once Julia was a communications specialist with several UK government departments. These days she’s thankfully free of all that, and writing full time. She lives in the depths of the Nottinghamshire countryside with her husband and the Deputy Editor, aka Molly the cockapoo, who’s supported by Mavis the Assistant Editor, a Yorkie-Bichon cross with a bark several times bigger than she is but with no opinion whatsoever on the placement of semi-colons.

Contact Julia:

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NEW blog tour

The blog tour ends tomorrow, but you can still go back and check the other stops in the tour:



Julia Winter is offering a giveaway during this tour. Between 21 June and 3 July, enter this Rafflecoptor giveaway for the chance of a first prize of a copy of Mr Darcy’s Hunsford letter (complete with seal, and tied in red ribbon) and a copy of the eBook, or one of two second prizes of an ecopy of Mistress of Netherfield.

Good Luck everyone!



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Parallels by Linda Gonschior – Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway

Good Afternoon everyone, 

How are you today?

I am very pleased to welcome Linda Gonschior at From Pemberley to Milton today with a guest post and an excerpt of Parallels, the third and final book in her Reflections series. I haven’t read the first books in the series yet and to be perfectly honest, I hadn’t heard of it until Parallels was released, but  after reading the blurb I got curious. When I started reading JAFF I wasn’t too fond of modernisations, but lately I have had a lot of fun reading those, so it’s becoming a favorite, and this series is definitely under my radar now. 

Thank you so much for visiting Ms Gonschior, it is a true pleasure to welcome you today! And thank you for inviting me to be a part of the tour Janet, not only did you introduce me to this series, but also gave me the opportunity to spread the word about it to other readers 🙂


Thank you Rita for this opportunity to talk a bit about my Reflections series!  I am honoured to be contributing here and thrilled with the release of Parallels, the final book in this series.

Like many familiar names in JA fanfiction, that 1995 Pride and Prejudice miniseries ignited in me a suppressed desire to write, write, write!  It was not my first encounter with Jane Austen, nor with this particular story.  I’d seen the Olivier/Garson version countless times and read the book a few times, too.

Something clicked, though, and I was off.

Parallels is the third and final book in the Reflections series. It’s a modern variation with the first two set in the early 1990’s.  Book one, Reflections, opens with that fateful meeting at Pemberley. Elizabeth and Will seem about to correct their misunderstandings, put the past behind them and set out on the road to happiness.  The road takes a sharp turn instead.

Austen’s Darcy was able to return Lydia to her family but this Will Darcy was not successful.  Confusion, hurt feelings and a secret drive Elizabeth and Will further apart.  They do manage to put the past behind them to some extent, and the story picks up a few years later.  Elizabeth returns to Meryton then, but she is not alone. She has a little boy, the focus of her life and the apple of his grandfather’s eye. 

Who is her son’s father?  Readers are not in any doubt but Elizabeth’s family has no idea, and neither does the father.  Reflections takes everyone on a journey of discovery; unacknowledged feelings, parenthood and the ability to forgive.

Of course no relationship is without its trials. The second book in the series, A Tarnished Image, picks up immediately where the first left off. Newly married, Elizabeth and Will Darcy have much to learn about how to live with each other and raise their son together.  Old ghosts from the past return, forcing the newlyweds to face some hard truths about themselves. Additionally, Will’s younger sister Georgiana is also coming into her own, ready to find her direction in life.

Even with a happy ending accomplished, Elizabeth and Will were not quiet. Okay, my imagination was not quiet. Parallels takes us forward twenty years.  The little Darcys introduced in the first two books are grown up. Almost.  Like all parents, Elizabeth and Will want the best for their children and hope they are spared the troubles that often come with adulthood and growing independence.  But this is not simply a story about their children. This is still about a relationship that continues to grow and strengthen, a family struggling with joys and tragedies, and the bonds that keep them together.

Parallels completes this journey with William and Elizabeth Darcy and I hope readers will be pleased with the happy lives they found.

“Wait!” called Rich, running across the grass after her. “I want to come with you.”

“No way!” she sputtered. “You think I want my little brother tagging along? Not a chance.”

“But you’re only going to the stables!”

“Yes, Rebecca,” came a deep voice from the other side of the hedge. “You are only going to the stables, aren’t you?”

Rebecca glared at her brother. “Yes, Dad,” she called through the leafy barrier, “but do I have to take him?”

“Is there some reason he shouldn’t go?” Will had stood up and now peered over the hedge at his two children.

“No. He just…” She gave up trying to come up with an excuse, knowing her father wouldn’t believe any of them anyway. “All right, but if you embarrass me just once…” Rebecca made a strangling motion with her hands then set off at a jog towards the parked cars.

Rich grinned and ran after her.

Will watched them go. “Elizabeth,” he said without turning his head. “I think our daughter spends too much time at the stables.” He heard her laugh and looked around. “What’s so funny?”

“You are.” Elizabeth was grinning at him. “You only said that because you think there are too many boys out there!”

“Well, aren’t there?” Will couldn’t suppress his own smile.

His wife pointed to the shovel in his hand. “Back to work, Will.” Clearly satisfied when he returned to his appointed task, she continued. “You know that the only interest Rebecca has at the moment is horses. Stop behaving like a paranoid father.” She stooped to pick up the bulbs exposed as Will turned the earth over.

“I’m not paranoid. I’m vigilant,” Will argued. “You know the moment I let down my guard—”

“—your daughters will finally be asked for a date!” Elizabeth laughed again when he frowned in annoyance. “Will, they’re lovely, intelligent young ladies. Of course the boys are going to be interested. You can’t lock them away, you know.”

Will shook his head in amusement. “You exaggerate. Are you saying that you think I’m too strict? That our girls aren’t allowed any social life?”

“I’m not saying that at all, Will. Just try not to scare the life out of the boys who do express an interest, though. Please?”

“You make me sound like an ogre,” he grumbled, thrusting the shovel into the soil again. “Anna can do as she pleases; she’s away from home. Rebecca, as you say, is far more interested in horses, and Kathleen in books.” Will twisted the shovel, emptying the dirt into a pile, then paused. “Perhaps I’ll give Anna a ring to see how she’s doing,” he said thoughtfully.

“You’ll do nothing of the sort!” Elizabeth told him sternly. “It’s Saturday, and she’s probably out anyway. She certainly won’t want her father phoning her while out with her friends.”

Will narrowed his eyes, a sly smile sliding across his face. “I seem to recall you calling our son every weekend during his first year at university. I can’t wait to see what happens when Rich leaves.”

Elizabeth seemed to bite off a sharp retort at the reminder of her overprotective behaviour where Ben was concerned. Her features then assumed an innocent expression as she smiled sweetly at her husband. “But, Will—when Rich leaves, there won’t be any children left in the house. It will be just you and me. I doubt I’ll have any time to harass him with my phone calls.”

Will just stared at her and blinked. Laughing loudly, he pointed a finger in her direction. “Rich won’t be out of here for another six years at least. Are you sure you’ll be up to chasing me around this place by then?”

Chasing you? Ha!” Elizabeth laughed herself. “You’ll be too old to get away, my dear!”



Love, heartbreak, and self-discovery are life’s greatest challenges,

no matter who your parents may be.

Will and Elizabeth Darcy faced those challenges twenty years earlier, yet marriage taught them patience, understanding, and most importantly, the irreplaceable value of one another. Now their children are about to embark upon that path, hopefully to learn those lessons more gently and avoid the mistakes of their parents.

This third book in the Reflections series brings to a conclusion the story of a couple whose love drew them together in spite of themselves and continues to test them when least expected.

You can find Parallels at:

Kindle Unlimited


Linda Gonschior has entertained the art of writing since elementary school but never allowed it to come to fruition until Pride and Prejudice lured her into deeper exploration of characters, relationships and ‘what ifs’.  Writing is not the breadwinner, however, as she has a day job and many other interests that compete for attention and time.  Still, she has managed to squeeze in several dozen stories – long and short – and there are many more in the ‘incomplete’ folder on the computer.  As retirement looms on the horizon, some may be dusted off to evaluate their potential to entertain those who share a fondness for Jane Austen’s characters and don’t mind straying a little off the beaten path. 

Amongst her accomplishments Linda counts raising a son, stage managing live theatre productions, flower gardening, and website administration, but not netting purses or painting screens.


NEW blog tour

Don’t forget to follow the tour for more information about Parallels 🙂

June 7 Donadee’s Corner

June 8 My Vices and Weaknesses

June 9 Diary of an Eccentric

June 10 From Pemberley to Milton

June 11 Babblings of a Bookworm

June 14 My Jane Austen Book Club

June 15 Probably at the Library

Meryton Press is giving away eight eBooks of Parallels. The giveaway is international. The giveaway ends at midnight on the 17th of June or 12:00 AM on the 18th of June. To enter it all you have to do is click on this Raffle link.

Good Luck everyone!




Filed under JAFF, North and South, Pride and Prejudice

An Unexpected Harvest by Cat Andrews – Excerpt & Giveaway

Good Afternoon everyone, 

I hope you are all doing well and maybe having some fun on these warmer and longer days. Today is my first vacation day, so I am really happy and relaxed 🙂 It is curious because I am hosting Cat Andrews today and the last time she visited was last year also during my holidays. At the time she was here to talk to you about Sanctuary, a book I have just finished reading this month and that I trully loved (review is already live), so I am very happy to receive her once more. 

Today she brings to you an excerpt of An Unexpected Harvest, a book I really want to read because I simply cannot resist a city girl / country boy story! I am sure this book will be unforgeteble for me because it is just my cup of tea 🙂

Are you also fond of these kind of stories? Do you prefer city girl/country boy? Or city boy/country girl? I love both, but I am a partial to a country boy 🙂

I hope you enjoy the excerpt and don’t forget to comment this post to enter the giveaway. 

Thank you so much for visiting once more cat, it is a pleasure to have you here one more. And best of luck with this new release, I know it will be a sucess!



Hello! I’m happy to be here at From Pemberley to Milton once again! Thanks, Rita, for taking part in the blog tour for my modern Pride and Prejudice variation, An Unexpected Harvest

I had a lot of fun writing this story, playing with the characters and swapping out their personalities, or completely changing them—one reviewer calls it a “literary shell game,” which I absolutely love! It’s an entirely accurate description. 

The story is divided into two parts, and this deleted scene comes from Part 1. In it, we see Elizabeth meeting with an old flame—the very polished Colin Williams (a flip of Bill Collins)—who shows up at her office and makes a last-ditch effort at winning her back. But his hopes are dashed when he realizes he might be too late; Elizabeth’s heart may already be engaged by another. I hope you enjoy it!


When Elizabeth pushed open the doors to the lobby, her eyes went to the receptionist, who nodded discreetly toward the windows. A man stood there, gazing outside and holding a large bouquet of flowers in his arms. Even from behind she could see he was impeccably dressed, his dark blond hair perfectly styled.

He heard her approach and turned, smiling widely. “Liz.”
She sighed. “Hello, Colin. Did you give up web design for a career in floral delivery?”
“A ploy that had the desired result.” He handed her the flowers and leaned in to kiss her cheek.
“Thanks, but you shouldn’t have.” Her eyebrows rose at his answering shrug. “I mean you really shouldn’t have. What are you doing here?”
“Can we go somewhere to talk privately?”
She hesitated, wary of encouraging him, but knew they’d be better off without an audience. She led him through the lobby and into a conference room, closing the door behind them, and carefully laid the flowers on the table.  

“Why are you here?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to win you back.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “It’s not going to happen. And how did you know I’d even be here? Technically I’m still on vacation.”
“Because I know you well enough to know you wouldn’t be able to stay away. You can’t. This is your second home.” He tugged on a loose curl of her hair. “And I think it could happen. Me winning you back, I mean.”
She took a step back. “It won’t.”
“Because of the farmer?” 

“I broke up with you before I even met the farmer. I’m not involved with him—”
“You could have fooled me.”
Her patience waned. “For crying out loud, Colin! I kissed him. Once.”
“You like him.”
Her cheeks heated. “I’m not involved with him, and I didn’t cheat on you with him. Do I feel badly things happened the way they did? Yes, of course. But no matter what you say or how many bouquets you buy me”—she gestured toward the flowers—“nothing will change my feelings for you.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“You didn’t ask one.”
He tilted his head and smiled sadly. “Do you have feelings for the farmer?”
She pulled her eyes from his and shook her head.
“There’s a right way to respond, Liz. Just answer honestly.”
Her eyes went back to his and she took a deep breath. “Yes, I–I do. But—”
“I don’t want to know anything else.”
She remained silent, grateful he’d stopped her from saying more. Telling him her affection for Will wasn’t reciprocated would have only made Colin feel worse; she was turning him away, only to pine for someone who didn’t want her.
“You know I had to try just once, right?” he said. “I felt lousy about the way things ended on New Year’s Eve, and I hoped that being back home might make you see things differently.”
“I’m sorry, Colin, but I don’t.” 

Things would be so much easier if she felt for him what he felt for her. But she didn’t, and she couldn’t pretend otherwise. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them.
He smiled. “We’ll still be friends, won’t we? I don’t want things to be weird when we bump into each other.”
She nodded. “Friends.”
After a long moment of looking at her, he kissed her cheek again. “Bye, Liz. I’ll see you.”
“Bye, Colin.”
He let himself out of the conference room, and when he was gone she picked up the flowers and held them to her nose, inhaling deeply. One of the things he’d said resonated deeply.

You know I had to try just once, right? 

She didn’t want to understand, but she did. They’d been a couple for eight months, after all. Sadly, of the two of them, she was the more pathetic. She’d only known Will Darcy for a month, and couldn’t make herself walk away; she’d had to try. Just once. And that was after a few apparently meaningless encounters and a lusty but empty kiss. God only knew what she’d do after eight months.

Elizabeth Bennet left her affluent New England home at the age of sixteen and never looked back. She’s built a fabulous life in Boston and loves everything about the city—especially her dream job as creative director at an advertising agency.

Will Darcy has never lived anywhere but in rural Stockbridge, Massachusetts. He lives the quintessential small-town life and loves everything about the country—especially his family’s farm, which he’s doing his best to modernize and return to prosperity.

When her older sister moves back to New England, Elizabeth reluctantly pays a visit to the hometown she left behind. Soon enough, the city girl meets the country boy and the insults and misunderstandings fly—but so do the sparks.

No one is more surprised than Elizabeth and Will when those sparks turn into a brilliant flame, and the 300 miles between them that once felt far too close suddenly turns into an unbearable distance.

The city girl and the country boy know a good thing when they see it—even if they don’t see it nearly enough. Can they overcome their greatest challenge and find common ground—and their happily-ever-after?


This novel is a modern variation of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, but with a slight spin on the usual cast of characters. It contains adult content and is meant for mature readers.


Full AUH cover

You can find An Unexpected Harvest at:

Kindle Unlimited



Cat Andrews has always been an avid reader, but didn’t discover Jane Austen until her love of a certain British actor led her to the BBC’s 1995 production of Pride and Prejudice, because she just had to know—why all the fuss over this Darcy guy? What followed her viewing of that glorious miniseries was an inhalation of and immediate fixation on all of Austen’s novels, though Pride and Prejudice remains her favorite.

Her discovery of Jane Austen Fan Fiction opened up a whole new world, and thus began her addiction, and months and months of sleep deprivation, as she immersed herself in JAFF. After reading a modern Pride and Prejudice variation that she fell in love with, she was inspired to begin a cautious but earnest foray into the world of writing. 

In real life, Cat has spent thirty-plus years working in healthcare. She enjoys life on the shores of Cape Cod, Massachusetts where she grew up, fell in love with her own Mr. Darcy, and raised a family (and a three-legged dog). More often than not, you can find her at the beach with a book in her hand and her toes in the sand.

An Unexpected Harvest is her second novel. 

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NEW blog tour

The blog tour is just starting, so don’t forget to check the other stops:

June 1 – author’s blog –

June 4 – Babblings of a Bookworm

June 7 – From Pemberley to Milton

June 9 – Jane Austen State of Mind

June 11 – Austenesque Reviews

June 14 – Diary of an Eccentric

June 16 – Probably at the Library

June 18 – My Vices and Weaknesses

Cat Andrews would like to  give away one ebook copy of An Unexpected Harvest to one reader. The giveaway is open to readers with a US amazon account and all you have to do to apply is leave a comment on this post.  

Good Luck everyone!



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Fitzwilliam Darcy, in His Own Words by Shannon Winslow – Excerpt

Good Afternoon everyone,

I hope this week is starting well for all of you. Mine has been terrific, I know it’s only been one day and I probably should not jinx it but I’m finally back in the office, and it feels really good to be back to a routine and to see all my colleagues, well…some of them anyway 🙂

I am also very happy to start the week with Shannon Winslow visiting From Pemberley to Milton as she is an author I truly admire. In case you haven’t noticed, she has released a new book called Fitzwilliam Darcy, in His Own Words, and this retelling is not only a different POV story, but it also brings new characters and plot twists always under Mr. Darcy’s perspective, so I believe this is something you will all enjoy. 

Now, I cannot ask you to read the excerpt we are sharing today without mentioning the cover. OMG, isn’t it beautiful!!! You know I am a sucker for covers, and this one is just terrific! I absolutely love it! Congratulations on such a beautiful cover and on this new release Shannon, and thank you so much for visiting us today 🙂



Thanks so much, Rita, for welcoming me to From Pemberley to Milton again to share a bit about my new novel: Fitzwilliam Darcy in His Own Words!

This is the first time I’ve written a Pride and Prejudice book that completely overlaps the original, and so it presented an entirely new set of pleasures and challenges. The greatest pleasure was to experience my favorite story all over again, almost like for the first time, because it was through fresh eyes: Darcy’s. The new challenge was deciding how much and which bits of the original dialogue to include, and how precisely to quote it.

The excerpt I’ve chosen for you today is a good example. Although there’s no point in repeating everything in P&P word-for-word, we certainly can’t have Darcy’s first meeting with Elizabeth at the Meryton Assembly without the infamous “She is tolerable, I suppose” statement. So the question is, how much of the rest is essential?

Since Darcy is relating the story in His Own Words, it’s ultimately his decision! He shares the actions and snatches of dialogue he believes are important and necessary, along with his perceptions and thoughts at the time. Of course his perceptions of what’s going on are rather different from Elizabeth’s, which is kind of the point!

You can’t fully understand a complex love story if you only hear one side of it, can you? So that was my focus – not reiterating what we already knew (Elizabeth’s perspective) but filling in what was missing: the other side of the story. In Fitzwilliam Darcy in His Own Words, therefore, you’ll find some but not every bit of delightful dialogue Jane Austen wrote in her original novel, some but not every one of her perfectly turned phrases. Instead, you’ll find a rich mixture of the original and the supplement to it.

I hope you will enjoy reading the book as much as I did writing it! To whet your appetite, here’s a bit of the Meryton assembly – Darcy’s version:


Now, however, I come to the most infamous portion of the evening, notorious both for my ill-considered behavior and for its unanticipated and lasting effects. In Bingley’s determination to engage my interest in what the assembly had to offer, he drew my attention to another young lady.

“There is one of Miss Bennet’s sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say, very agreeable.”

“Which do you mean?” I asked, turning round to see for myself. The dark-haired young woman to whom Bingley had referred was indeed reasonably pretty, I decided, at least to a certain taste. She had a cherubic face set with chestnut eyes that sparkled like jewels. I had in fact noticed her before, her light figure and gracefulness of movement as she danced earning my mild approbation at the time. Still, I observed little of fashion or manner to admire in her.

Meanwhile, Bingley had continued. “Is it not a shame – a clear injustice, even – to see so fair a lady sitting down in want of a partner? Now, be reasonable, Darcy. Do let me ask Miss Bennet to introduce you, so that you may invite her to dance.”

I was unlikely to allow myself to be goaded into doing something I had already decided against for good reason. And when I momentarily caught the lady’s eye, it hardened my resolve, for she seemed to be laughing at me, or perhaps it was a look of challenge. Neither sat well with me. In that instant, I realized that she must have been over listening our conversation as well. She had heard Bingley’s compliments to herself and his offer to me of an introduction. Just as her friends and neighbors about us had already judged me that night, this Miss Bennet was now waiting to hear and to criticize whatever I might say.

So, allowing my distain to show, I withdrew my eye and gave her something to hear that she would not like. “She is tolerable,” I began in a tone of hauteur, “but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humor at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.”

It was entirely true. It was also unforgivably rude, of course, and no matter what the circumstances, a gentleman should never be that. My conscience smote me at once and repeatedly thereafter, both for my questionable assumptions about the young lady and for my childish response. However, I was hardly so repentant as to not resent Bingley’s provoking me to act in such a way, to act against my own principles.

As for the lady I had supposedly injured, however, I could not detect that she suffered one jot for what I had said. In fact, she could not seem to suppress her merriment at being so well entertained. When she presently left her seat and walked by, she gave me a look – such a look! – and a saucy smile to be sure I knew she had heard me and did not care. Next, she went to her friends, who all then seemed to be laughing with her, looking at me and enjoying a good joke at my expense. I could have been wrong about this assumption as well, but I did not think so.

Consequently, my discomfort grew still more pronounced. I endured the balance of our time at the assembly in a heightened state of mortification, nurturing an overpowering wish that I should never be forced into company with the laughing lady or her friends again.

What was Mr. Darcy’s life like before he met Elizabeth Bennet? – before he stepped onto the Pride and Prejudice stage at the Meryton assembly? More importantly, where is he and what is he doing all the time he’s absent from the page thereafter? And what is his relationship to a woman named Amelia?

With “Fitzwilliam Darcy, in His Own Words,” the iconic literary hero finally tells his own story, from the traumas of his early life to the consummation of his love for Elizabeth and everything in between.

This is not a variation but a supplement to the original story, chronicled in Darcy’s point of view – a behind-the-scenes look at the things Jane Austen didn’t tell us. As it happens, Darcy’s journey was more tortuous than she let on, his happy ending with Elizabeth in jeopardy at every turn in his struggle between duty and his heart’s desire, between the suitable lady he has promised to marry and the woman he can’t stop thinking about.

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Faults of Understanding by Jennifer Altman – Excerpt & Giveaway

Good Afternoon everyone,

How have you been? I am happy to say that I am finally over my reading slumber and I am back to daily reading 🙂

Today I bring to you an excerpt from a book that I haven’t read yet, but that seems absolutely marvellous! I am talking about Faults of Understanding, Jennifer Altman’s second novel which will be released on May 27th. 

The excerpt she brings us today depicts Darcy’s proposal and I couldn’t think of a better scene to have here at From Pemberley to Milton. 

Thank you so much for visiting Jennifer, and best of luck with your new book 🙂



Hi Rita! Thank you for hosting the fourth stop on my blog tour for my upcoming release, Faults of Understanding. If you’ve been following the tour, you may have already read the prologue and the beginning of Chapter 1, but today I thought I’d skip ahead a bit with an excerpt from Chapter 2, featuring Darcy’s proposal. 🙂 But just to catch you up, if you haven’t already read my previous excerpts: Darcy learns at the Netherfield ball that Mr. Collins is planning to make an offer of marriage to Elizabeth Bennet and decides to pre-empt him with a proposal of his own. Prior to the excerpt below, he has already visited Mr. Bennet, and Mr. Bennet has communicated Darcy’s intentions to Elizabeth. This scene begins shortly thereafter. 




An hour later, Elizabeth was no closer to a solution to her conundrum about Mr. Darcy when she made her reluctant return to Longbourn. This was an unfortunate occurrence, as she had no sooner entered the lane that led to the house when she became aware of a tall black stallion approaching from the opposite direction. Dread twisted her stomach as she recognized the rider, but she grudgingly halted her steps, waiting as the horse drew near. 

When he gained the drive, Mr. Darcy neatly dismounted, leading his horse the remainder of the way before removing his hat and offering her a formal bow.

“Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth murmured.

“Miss Elizabeth.” 

The two stood in silence for several minutes before Darcy continued, “I trust your father has spoken with you?”

“He has, sir.”

Darcy nodded, and Elizabeth watched as he shifted his hat from one hand to another. 

“I had thought we might take some time to discuss my proposition. Shall we return to the house? Or a walk, perhaps?

Elizabeth hesitated. She would greatly prefer to speak with Mr. Darcy outside, where they might be assured of more privacy, but she had already been gone for some time. Besides, she was confident that Mr. Darcy would also prefer to speak outside the house, and a certain perverseness made her not want to make things any easier on him.

“You may accompany me back to Longbourn if you wish. I am sure my father will not object to our making use of his book room.”

Darcy nodded, his expression pained, and they moved into the yard. One of the grooms approached to take the horse, and Elizabeth led Mr. Darcy through the gardens to the side entrance she had used earlier. She was not surprised when her father met them in the corridor, having seen them approaching from the window. After briefly informing Elizabeth that her mother and sisters remained above stairs, and that Mr. Collins was still out, he ushered them into his library with a wry smile before quitting the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Elizabeth took a seat by the window, folding her hands demurely in her lap and watching as Mr. Darcy paced about the room, finally coming to stand several feet away.

“Your father has shown you the papers I drew up?” he inquired abruptly.

“He has, sir,” Elizabeth answered before adding, “I suppose I should thank you. The settlement you proposed was very generous.”

Darcy dismissed her words with a wave of his hand. “It is no more than you deserve. There is very little I would be unable or unwilling to provide you with, once we are married, but if there is anything in particular you would like outlined in the articles, you need only ask.”

Elizabeth murmured her thanks, and the room grew quiet.

 “No doubt you were surprised by my intentions,” Darcy eventually stated.

“Indeed. I was quite astounded.”

“Yes. I must beg your pardon for taking you unawares. Given the disparity in our stations, I can see that this must come as a shock. In truth, I had not made up my mind to offer for you until last night.” 

Elizabeth could feel the heat building in her cheeks, but she somehow managed to answer serenely, “Disparity? Forgive me, I do not understand. You are a gentleman, and I am a gentleman’s daughter. So far as I can see, we are equal.”

Across from her, Darcy’s eyebrows lifted. He opened his mouth and closed it again several times, before finally saying, “I beg your pardon. What I meant to say is that it would not have been appropriate to give rise to expectations by showing any partiality to you before such a time as I had determined to pay my addresses. However, when I came to understand that an offer of marriage was soon to be made to you by Mr. Collins, I knew I must act with all due haste.”

“I see. And pray, tell me, Mr. Darcy, what concern is it of yours whether I should marry my cousin, or any other gentleman for that matter?”

Elizabeth watched as Darcy’s entire body stiffened. “I had the misfortune of spending almost twenty minutes in conversation with Collins last evening, and it took less than five of those minutes to know that it would be a degradation for you to wed such a man! He is not your equal in intelligence or wit, and I must add that his lack of decorum was truly shocking. You are his superior in every way. I do not believe your cousin could ever make you happy, nor give you the life you deserve. Marriage to him would be a misery for you!”

Despite her intention to remain detached, Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide at Darcy’s impassioned speech. Could it be that the gentleman had formed some sort of attachment to her after all? Elizabeth flushed at the thought. To keep herself from dwelling on such a notion, she responded in a way she knew must provoke him further. 

“Nevertheless, he would be a prudent match for me.”

For a moment, Mr. Darcy looked physically ill, before his expression softened and he leaned forward, addressing her earnestly, “Aye. And that is why I knew I must speak. I am aware that your father’s estate is entailed upon your cousin, and as such, you may feel it would be pragmatic to accept him, for the sake of all your family. But now you see, you have another way. I know I cannot give you Longbourn, but should you agree to marry me, your family will always be provided for. On this, I give you my word.”

Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She had promised her father she would not make any hasty decisions regarding Mr. Darcy’s offer, but she could not in good conscience allow him to continue if his sole motive was to save her from a marriage to her cousin. 

“Mr. Darcy, I thank you for your concern for my welfare, however, you may rest easy, sir. I have already decided I will not be accepting my cousin’s proposal of marriage, should he see fit to make one. So you need not worry for my future, and as such, you should feel under no further obligation to me. You have made me no formal offer, and I understand that you will have no wish to make your addresses now. We may both continue on as we were before.”

Darcy’s thick brows drew together, and he studied her for a moment before he spoke. 

“While I am gratified to know you have decided against attaching yourself to your cousin, pray, allow me to correct your misapprehension as to my desires. I have no wish to withdraw my offer. I have made my intentions known to your father, and it would be dishonorable to back out now. However, you are correct that no formal address has been made. I hope you will allow me to correct this oversight.” 

To Elizabeth’s horror, he dropped to one knee, taking up her hand. “Miss Elizabeth, will you do me the courtesy of becoming my wife?”

An unexpected jolt traveled up Elizabeth’s arm at the warmth of Mr. Darcy’s fingers on her ungloved hand. Quickly, she stood, breaking their connection and forcing Mr. Darcy to rise. Pacing several steps away, Elizabeth stared through the mullioned glass before turning back to face her unexpected suitor.

“Mr. Darcy, I hope you do not think I spoke in such a way to entreat you to make your proposal. I was in earnest when I offered to forget the entire situation.” 

“I am well aware of your intentions.”

“Then you are saying you still wish to marry me?”

“I do.”

Exasperated, Elizabeth threw up her hands. “But why? I have already told you I do not intend to marry my cousin and that I have no expectations of you!”

Mr. Darcy’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by her outburst. 

“Is it so surprising that I would wish to marry you?”

At such a remarkable question, Elizabeth could not help quirking one eyebrow in surprise. “I believe I have already stated as much. And as you can no longer claim Mr. Collins as your motive, I should like to know why you would wish to make me your wife. We have scarcely known each other a month, and as you have so helpfully stated, we are not of the same circles.”

“Yes, of course you are correct. And while I realize our acquaintance has been of a brief duration, I assure you, I have given this matter a great deal of thought. We get on satisfactorily. We are well matched in intelligence, if not in temperament. I believe you would be an admirable mistress for my estate, and a worthy example to my sister. Are these not all respectable reasons to marry?”

Elizabeth released a frustrated sigh. This was not going at all as she had planned. 

“Yes, I suppose they are. But you must wish for something beyond all that? Certainly, you could find someone more… more…” Her voice faltered and she drew a breath before changing tactics. “In any case, I was under the impression that you were already promised. Are you not betrothed to your own cousin?” she asked archly.

“My cousin?” Darcy repeated.

“Yes, Miss de Bourgh. I believe she will have a very large fortune, and that it is the wish of both your families that you unite your two estates.”

Inexplicably, Darcy’s lips tightened as he ground out, “I am not engaged to Anne. And you would do well to avoid listening to idle gossip.”

Elizabeth looked away in embarrassment. He was right, of course. But before she could formulate an adequate apology, Mr. Darcy continued in a gentler tone, “It is true that when my cousin and I were children, our mothers spoke of our one day growing up to marry, but it was merely an idle wish. It was never anything more than that. Had my matrimonial interest veered in that direction, I assure you, Anne and I would have wed some time ago.” 

Elizabeth nodded. “Very well. I accept your assertion that you are not promised to Miss de Bourgh; however, I am still not convinced I would make you a good wife.” 

Darcy looked momentarily startled, but answered smoothly, “Is this your only objection? If it is my feelings you are worried for, I have already told you it is my belief that you would suit me quite well. However, if I can say anything further to put your mind at ease, I am happy to do so.” 

Elizabeth paced to the window, drawing back the curtain. Once again gazing out into the garden, she attempted to bring order to her jumbled thoughts. She did not know how long she stood there before she felt the light press of a hand upon her shoulder and heard Mr. Darcy’s deep baritone speaking softly in her ear.

“You must know that I will treat you with kindness, Miss Elizabeth. I realize I am asking you to take a leap of faith, but I promise you will want for nothing. Whatever is in my power to give, you shall have.”

Elizabeth turned away from the glass and gazed up into Mr. Darcy’s warm brown eyes. He stared back at her, and Elizabeth saw a host of emotions written across his features. Without conscious thought, her eyes dropped to his lips, which were full and looked surprisingly soft. Before she knew what she was about, she heard herself speaking the question that was at the forefront of her mind.

“You would want a child, I imagine. A son and heir for your estate.”

She could see him start, but after a brief hesitation, he answered carefully, “Pemberley is not entailed, so if we do not have a son, a daughter may inherit. And if for some reason we are not blessed with children, the estate would pass to my sister’s offspring. But to answer your question: Yes, I do want children. Not for the purposes of the estate, but because I would wish to have a family one day.”

Elizabeth turned away, surprised by how strongly both his words and the tenderness of his gaze had affected her. At her back, she heard Darcy clear his throat.

“Do you not… that is… are you not fond of children?”

“Oh, no. I am very fond of children,” she answered, shifting to face him again.

Darcy nodded, appearing somewhat uncertain. “Good. That is… good. I am glad to hear it.”

Elizabeth stepped away, crossing to the far side of the room. If she was going to maintain her composure, she needed to put some distance between them. Darcy followed her with his eyes, but remained standing where he was. 

Clearing her throat, Elizabeth began, “There is one more matter I think it imperative that we discuss. What have you to say of Mr. Wickham?”

At the mention of Wickham’s name, Mr. Darcy’s spine stiffened and his countenance, which had been so animated only a moment ago, turned cold. 

“I have nothing whatsoever to say on the subject of that gentleman. What has he to do with this?”

Elizabeth lifted her chin. “I believe he has everything to do with this. Your ill treatment of him speaks to your character.”

“My ill treatment?” Darcy virtually spat, crossing the floor in quick steps before turning back and pacing in the opposite direction. When he finally stopped in front of her, his eyes were hard and his voice when he spoke had a frosty edge. “As I have already stated once, you would do well not to believe everything you hear. There are, after all, two sides to every story.”

“Very well. Then I am willing to listen to yours.”

Darcy was silent, but Elizabeth could see the tic of a muscle in his jaw.

“I see,” Elizabeth eventually answered. 

“If you are hoping for a proposal from him,” Mr. Darcy said darkly, “you are bound to be disappointed. Wickham will marry a woman of means, if he marries at all.”

“And whose fault is that?” Elizabeth cried. “You are the one who has reduced him to his present circumstances. Had you provided him with the living promised in your father’s will, he would not be forced to live in comparable poverty even now. It is because of you that Mr. Wickham cannot marry where he chooses.”

“Is that what he told you?” Darcy turned away, muttering under his breath, “Good God. The man will stop at nothing to blacken my name.” When he moved to face her again, Elizabeth could see him struggling to regain control of his emotions. 

“I cannot divulge all of my dealings with Wickham, as there are others who would be harmed by my disclosures. However, I can tell you that Mr. Wickham lies as easily as he breathes. The living in question was rejected by him. Instead, he requested monetary compensation, as he did not think himself suited to the church—a sentiment with which I whole-heartedly agreed—and instead I paid him three thousand pounds, in lieu of the living. This was in addition to the one thousand pounds left him by my father. So, if Mr. Wickham currently finds himself in precarious financial circumstances, you might ask yourself why that is.”

Elizabeth stared back at Mr. Darcy, fully feeling the shock of his declaration and the humiliation of her misplaced conviction. When she did not speak, Darcy continued, “If you doubt my words, I can summon more than one witness to speak to their veracity. I assure you, Mr. Wickham cannot say the same.”

“No,” she murmured, a flush warming her cheeks, “that will not be necessary. I believe you.”

In an instant, Darcy’s expression softened, and his anger seemed to dissipate as quickly as it had come. 

“I beg your pardon. It was not my intention to cause you distress. But I am glad to have had an opportunity to speak to you on this matter. I hope you will heed my warning and stay far away from Mr. Wickham. He is not an honorable man.”

Elizabeth offered him a shaky nod before saying, “You have given me much to think about, Mr. Darcy, and I hope you understand that I can give you no answer today. I must first speak to my cousin, and then I would like some time to consider the matter. This has all been rather… sudden.”

“Of course,” Darcy answered quickly. “I will importune you no further. But I hope you will permit me to call on you tomorrow?”

Elizabeth nodded, and Darcy bowed slightly at the waist before turning towards the door, but Elizabeth’s voice halted his progress.

“You will remain at Netherfield, then?” she asked.

Darcy turned. “I will. Bingley has been kind enough to allow me the use of the house for as long as I should require it.”

“Then it is true… that he has left the neighborhood? My sister had a letter from Miss Bingley earlier today.”

“Yes, I believe he had some business in Town.”

“And… will he return? When his business is concluded?”

Darcy shrugged. “With Bingley, it is hard to say. His sisters, I know, would prefer to remain in London, and Bingley is always happiest wherever he is—as I think he remarked once when we were together at Netherfield.”

Elizabeth nodded slowly, and with another bow, Darcy quit the room, leaving her with much to ponder about the man she was so certain she despised.


I hope you enjoyed that little sneak peek! The book releases one week from today, on May 27th, but the ebook is available for pre-order now:


“I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding.” – Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice


When Fitzwilliam Darcy makes an impetuous offer of marriage to Miss Elizabeth Bennet, he is convinced they have as good a chance as any for a harmonious life together. That is, until an overheard conversation changes everything, and Darcy realizes he is now joined in perpetuity to a woman who loathes the very sight of him.

Elizabeth Bennet’s expectations for matrimonial accord were never very high, having accepted Mr. Darcy’s proposal in a fit of pique, not love. Still, she is determined to make the best of her situation, despite having tied herself to such an arrogant, disagreeable man. 

But life at Pemberley is not at all what she imagined, and Elizabeth soon finds herself with more questions than answers about the enigmatic gentleman she agreed to wed.

Trapped in a marriage founded on misunderstandings, Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth Darcy struggle with deepening attraction while confronting self-doubt and old betrayals. But is love enough to heal the wounds of the past? What will it take for two people bound by duty to find their way home to one another?

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Jennifer Altman is a novelist, an anglophile, and a lover of all things Regency. After a long career in the television industry, Jennifer shifted to book publishing in 2016. She currently works in the corporate division of a large publishing company. Jennifer makes her home just outside New York City, where she lives in a compact apartment with a considerable collection of books. When she’s not writing, Jennifer can be found reading, watching British period dramas, and not cleaning her house. Her debut novel, To Conquer Pride, released in 2018.

NEW blog tour

The blog tour is almost over, but you can sill go back and read all the wonderful informations Jennifer Altman has released so far 🙂

April 29th – Austenesque Reviews: Cover Reveal, Giveaway

May 6th – Austen Variations: Excerpt, Giveaway

May 14th – Babblings of a Bookworm: Author Interview, Giveaway

May 20th – From Pemberley to Milton: Excerpt, Giveaway

May 27th – Austen Variations: Book Release, Excerpt, Giveaway

As part of my blog tour, Jennifer Altman will be giving away one copy of the ebook. To enter the drawing, simply comment below. The winner will be chosen on May 27th

Good Luck everyone!



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