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The Falmouth Connection - Start of the Giveaway Season

10/10/2014

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Welcome 
to the first giveaway celebrating my new book, due to be released in a fortnight.

'The Falmouth Connection' 

is rather a more daring 'what-if' story that takes Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy out of their comfort zones of tame, reasonably peaceful lives in England and brings them into a world of secrets, on the windswept coasts of Cornwall. No swash-buckling pirates, but plenty of mysteries, some smugglers and a troublesome ‘French Connection’ thrown in for good measure!
 
As you might have come to expect from my stories, Mr. Darcy's peaceful life gets complicated from the outset: just as he decides to follow his heart and propose to the enticing Miss Elizabeth Bennet, she is summoned to Falmouth to make the acquaintance of a great-aunt she never knew she had. 

Of course, he has no idea that anything derailing the Hunsford proposal is a VERY good thing (come to think of it, he has no reason to know what 'derailing' is either!) But, as the blurb says, "before he could even begin to understand his luck, adverse circumstances hasten to conspire against him and Fitzwilliam Darcy is compelled to follow the woman he loves to the far reaches of Cornwall, into a world of deceit and peril, where few – if any – are what they seem to be…"



So there is trouble ahead - BIG TROUBLE! But I thought that at least in this opening post I should allow Mr. Darcy to be happy. 


He is now travelling from Hunsford to Basingstoke with his cousin, Miss Bennet and her maid because, despite his arrogance, conceit and all sorts of faults and foibles, he is too much of a gentleman to let the woman of his dreams travel post unattended by a man-servant, to meet up with her relations.


He is happy because he has made up his mind to propose at last, rather than deny his heart for the sake of duty, and has no doubts of his reception. Colonel Fitzwilliam has no doubts about that either - after all, his cousin is handsome and a man of means! And even though Darcy had specifically asked him not to, he is not averse to pretending to be asleep to give them a moment. The maid, Sarah, hasn't got the energy to pretend anything. She is exhausted after the long trek from Longbourn to Hunsford to attend Elizabeth on her travels, and she is fast asleep.


But what is Elizabeth thinking? Read the following excerpt to find out and, for the chance to be entered in the first giveaway of the season, please leave a comment here or on the book's Facebook page (you can find it under 'The Falmouth Connection').


The giveaway if for three ebooks available internationally. Every comment here or on the Facebook page of this book counts! The giveaway ends on the 29th of October and the winners will be announced then. Many thanks for taking part and I hope you'll like what you see!

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The Falmouth Connection
(Excerpt from Chapter 3)
Elizabeth let out a small sigh and bit the corner of her lip. How utterly provoking that Sarah was still not showing any sign of imminent awakening! She could not blame her, not after the arduous journey she had undertaken in such a dreadfully short time. Nevertheless, she would have greatly preferred Sarah was awake, especially as Colonel Fitzwilliam also perversely persisted in abandoning himself into the arms of Morpheus.

With great caution, Elizabeth stole a glance towards the Colonel and pursed her lips. Now that was a fine to-do! He was utterly lost to his surroundings, his chest rising and falling with the slow breath of peaceful slumber, and was showing no signs of rousing himself either.

‘Aye, rest, why not indeed,’ she inwardly grumbled at the unsettling notion that no one was awake in the speeding carriage, apart from herself – and Mr. Darcy.

Elizabeth barely suppressed a huff as she pondered the wisdom to feign having succumbed to tiredness again. But it would not do. The nervous excitement that held her in its grip would certainly ensure that she would fool no one. There was no hope for her to lay convincingly still for any length of time.

She stole another glance, this time to the gentleman seated right before her. She could not see him well, not from the corner of her eye. A short while earlier, she had almost suspected him to be doing precisely the same – surreptitiously watching her – but she was swift to see sense and discard the foolish notion. From the very beginning of their vexing acquaintance, he had displayed very little interest in her and her pursuits and she could not imagine why this should alter now.

Having said that, it had been disconcerting to find herself a few minutes ago at the receiving end of something very much like considerate attention to her comfort. Not to mention the open, almost friendly turn of countenance. Elizabeth could not doubt she must have stared at that – so very unexpected, especially of late, when he had uniformly chosen to present nothing but a stern façade to the world around him.

She heard, nay, sensed him move, and stole another glance towards him, only to note, with some satisfaction, that he seemed to have produced a book from a light travelling case. She gave a silent thanks for the small mercy, for this removed the unpleasant notion that she should, at some point, make some vague attempt at conversation.

He did not seem engrossed in his employment though. Had she not known better, she would have been inclined to think that he was watching her, over the top of his leather-bound volume.

She briefly thought of looking, if only to reassure herself that she was mistaken, but then rather cowardly settled for the corner of her eye again. And now he did look up, she could scarce doubt it – but he appeared more interested in his cousin than herself.

She turned her head, by the smallest fraction. Aye. He was insistently regarding his cousin; seemed even to lightly prod his knee with his own, as though to ascertain that he was indeed sleeping – or aiming to wake him, presumably as tired as herself of this extended tête-à-tête.

She pursed her lips again, wishing – for the eleventh time at least – that she was not indebted to him of all people for conveying her to Basingstoke to rendezvous with her relations. She wondered once more at his willingness to do so, as the countryside scrolled at speed before the carriage window.

Another sigh escaped her, louder this time and, to her vexation, it appeared that Mr. Darcy heard it, for he lost interest in his cousin’s slumber and turned to look at her in earnest. A sudden jolt coursed through her at the steady glance of those dark eyes she had grown accustomed to regard as heavily disapproving. There was no disapproval now, she thought in passing, refusing to acknowledge the strange intensity in them – as well as her own extremely foolish jolt.

“Are you well, Miss Bennet?” she heard him ask, very quietly.

Had it come from any other man, Elizabeth would have been grateful. Under the circumstances, she was not. She pursed her lips again.

“I am. I thank you,” she brought herself to say, knowing that she had to.

“Is there anything you need?”

Had she not known better, Elizabeth might have suspected there was solicitude in his address. She did know better, though. It could not be. Not from Mr. Darcy!

“I thank you, no,” she instantly replied, wishing he would return to his book.

He did not. He closed it, his finger still keeping his place between the pages.

“With any luck, we should be in Guildford by noon. We are making good progress,” he assured her, and Elizabeth could only nod.

She turned to the window again, hoping to convey that she was not disposed for conversation. However, for a man who prided himself on his understanding, Mr. Darcy appeared uncommonly obtuse at the moment, for he did not resume his reading, but cleared his voice instead.

“Have your relations indicated how soon they might arrive in Basingstoke?” he asked.

Elizabeth frowned.

“From what I gathered, they should have arrived last night,” she answered, pushing back the travelling rugs and reaching for her satchel.

She rummaged for a moment, until she found what she was seeking. If pointedly staring out of the window did not persuade Mr. Darcy to leave her to her own devices, then perhaps feigning interest in her own book would!

She opened it at random and fixed her eyes upon it. And yet, over the top of her volume, she could still see, without purposely looking, that his own remained closed in his lap. She pursed her lips again and her eyes narrowed, willing him into silence. Just as the thought occurred, she all but laughed. That she should be scheming to avoid Mr. Darcy’s chatter, of all people!

She did not laugh but – to her utter shock – he did, or rather chuckled softly, and Elizabeth involuntarily looked up, half suspecting that the rumbling of the carriage wheels must have been playing tricks on her; must have tampered with her hearing. Surely Mr. Darcy was far above something as plebeian as chuckling, she inwardly scoffed – then all but gaped at the contrary evidence before her. There he was now, his gaze fixed upon her, a half-smile playing on his lips, his proud patrician features softened into barely suppressed amusement.

She stared again, quite certain she had never seen him thus. Devoid of stern reserve, he seemed almost human – and, in truth, more than a little handsome, a fleeting, errant thought intruded. In response to both the errant thought and the disconcerting countenance before her, Elizabeth arched a brow.

“May I inquire into the source of your amusement?” she asked despite herself and the infuriating man this time smiled in earnest.

“But of course. I was merely entertained, Miss Bennet, to note that despite firm opinions to the contrary, we do seem to be reading the same books after all,” he observed, turning his own volume upright so that she could see the title.

She cast her eyes upon it, only to concede that he was in the right. Apparently, they were both reading the second volume of Mr. Southey’s ‘Letters from England’ which, for some reason of the author’s, were presented as though written not by the Englishman he was, but by a Spanish traveller to his confessor. Elizabeth still failed to see the diverting side of the coincidence however, until all of a sudden she remembered the conversation – or rather verbal fencing – that they had engaged in, during their dance at Netherfield, last autumn. Her companion must have seen her comprehension dawning, for he resumed, with the same half-smile:

“All that remains to ascertain then, is whether we read them with the same sentiments, is it not, Miss Bennet? So may I ask, what is your opinion of this fictitious Don Manuel Alvarez Espriella?”

Her brows arched again – both of them, this time. Whatever had possessed him to discard the habitual hauteur in favour of this disconcerting jesting manner? She all but shrugged – unladylike as it might have been. It was his own affair, and she refused to ponder for another moment over Mr. Darcy and his whimsies.

“I cannot deny that he describes well, with keenness of eye and vivacity of spirit,” she owned at last. “Yet, while I cannot fault him for his style, I am singularly unimpressed with the way he approached his subject matter.”

“Indeed. He does write well, but he is horribly anti-English!”

“I daresay he deserves to be – ”

“…the very man he is impersonating.” 
(Author's note: That was Jane Austen's own opinion, mentioned in a letter to her sister).

“… precisely whom he claims to be,” they both said at once, and for a moment Elizabeth vacillated between laughter and vexation.

For some unknown reason, she succumbed to the first – only to veer towards the second, once Mr. Darcy chose to overstate the matter:

“I take it then that our responses are not so different either, in this case at least. Dare I ask about another, Miss Bennet, or would I be stretching my beginner’s luck?”

“We are not gambling, Mr. Darcy,” she observed, tilting her chin, and the gentleman promptly retorted, with another crooked smile.

“I should hope not, Miss Bennet, seeing as gambling is such a hazardous and objectionable pastime.”

She stared – again. Had it been any other man, she would have readily concluded he was flirting – either that, or he was in his cups! Since it was Mr. Darcy though, in all honesty she would have been more inclined to believe the latter – unlikely as that might have been, particularly at that hour in the morning – rather than imagine he would choose to flirt with her.

“So, what shall it be, Miss Bennet?” he prompted. “Dare we compare our views on yet another volume?”

She gave a dainty shrug.

“Oh, why not? There is a long journey all the way to Guildford…”

“In effect, we shall have to stop within the hour. The horses must be bated,” he casually observed.

Elizabeth pursed her lips. Of course. She was not travelling post, with a fresh team of hired horses at each stage. She had all but forgotten. Of course the noble beasts would have to be rested, fed and watered, which would imply further delay – and longer time spent with this exceedingly odd version of Mr. Darcy.

“So, may I ask, what were you reading before Don Manuel’s ‘Letters’?”

Her chin came up once more, with the same defiance.

“‘The Romance of the Forest’,” she retorted promptly – and was thoroughly amazed and, in truth, slightly provoked as well, to hear him chuckle yet again.

“Forgive me,” he offered, before she could decide between inquiring what it was that amused him, or denying him the afore-mentioned satisfaction. “I should not have laughed, and I beg you would pardon my ungentlemanly conduct. My sole excuse is that I have seen that turn of countenance before – the other time I was asked to despise you if I dared. May I assure you once again that no thought could be further from my mind.”

Her lips twitched, as again she swayed between laughter and vexation – and again, to her slight shock, settled on the first. It was an extraordinary notion to have laughed, genuinely laughed with Mr. Darcy twice, in as many minutes! Still, this jesting, boyish stranger was so far removed from the Mr. Darcy she had grown accustomed to that the notion was considerably less surprising.

The same could not be said of him though, and Elizabeth wondered what on earth possessed him to deviate so widely from the reserved manner he had uniformly given her reason to expect. Suddenly, Colonel Fitzwilliam’s intimation that he was generally different was no longer quite so laughably far-fetched.

“I daresay I have already mentioned this also,” her companion resumed, the same half-smile playing on his lips, “but I would never wish to suspend any pleasure of yours so, if you are still of a mind to scandalise me, pray continue – though I would suggest you do not use Mrs. Radcliffe’s novels for the purpose. I must confess I have found them rather pleasing.”

“How about Madame D’Arblay’s?”

“Engaging.”

“Mrs. Edgeworth’s?”

“Inspiring.”

“Mr. Richardson’s?”

“A passable read – except perhaps for ‘Pamela’.”

She arched a brow.

“How so? Do you dispute the value of the message?”

“I would not dream of it, Miss Bennet! No, I was merely bored.”

Despite herself, Elizabeth laughed again – with him rather than at him – for the third time in as many minutes. In truth, she could think of a volume or two which stood a better chance to scandalise him, but suddenly found she was not so keen to take that path today. Disconcerting as this strange shared good-humour might have been, it was still preferable to spending the entire journey at each other’s throats.

“I daresay we could move on to playwrights and poets, but you must allow me a moment to gather my wits. I am still reeling from the shock of hearing that you would read novels – and that you were bored by a moral tale,” she said with an impish smile, only to see him promptly return it.

“By all means, Miss Bennet, take all the time you need.”

She glanced out of the window, playfully pondering what should she mention next – or rather, devising tempting ways to trip him. However, before the matter was decided, a new voice, rather thick with sleep, suddenly broke her train of thought.

“Good morning, Miss – Sir. Pray forgive me, Miss Lizzy, I’ve been lost to the world. I trust you didn’t need me…?”

Having spent a long time wishing that Sarah would awaken, it was rather strange to feel disappointment now, Elizabeth thought in passing, before turning to her mother’s maid to reassure her that there was naught amiss, and nothing needed doing. Their conversation must have woken Colonel Fitzwilliam as well, for he stirred, greeted them and then groaned quietly as he readjusted his position.

“I should be glad to stretch my legs at last. I hope we stop soon,” he remarked, to no one in particular, as he cast a glance out of the window. “Ah. Not long now, if I am not mistaken,” he cheerfully added, then shifted in his seat, and groaned again.

“Are you well, Cousin?” Darcy asked, a slight edge to his voice and at that, the Colonel arched a brow.

“Well enough, I thank you. Stiff as a board, though. No mean feat, staying frozen in one attitude for ages,” he casually observed, and the other snorted, for some reason Elizabeth could not fathom.

Nor could she grasp the Colonel’s meaning some time later, when she chanced to overhear him muttering to his cousin:

“As I said before, heaven help us. I have given myself a bad back – and what for? Honestly, Darcy! Books?”





44 Comments
Leslie Emer
10/10/2014 12:11:06 pm

So looking forward to another great story by you. And this promises to be a wonderful read.

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Joana Starnes
10/10/2014 12:13:53 pm

Thanks so much, Leslie!

I hope you'll like it!

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Roseanne Richard
10/10/2014 12:40:26 pm

Really enjoyed this excerpt! Cannot wait for the book now!

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Joana Starnes
10/10/2014 01:29:20 pm

So glad you liked it, Roseanne! Hope you'll like the story. Thanks so much for visiting and for your lovely comment!

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Susan
10/10/2014 12:40:31 pm

This looks intriguing! I particularly like the
mention of Jane Austen's contemporary
novelists.

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Joana Starnes
10/10/2014 01:32:33 pm

So pleased it caught your eye, Susan :)

I came across this book a while ago ('Don Manuel's' I mean) and loved it for the amazing details about Regency England.

And then it was so much fun to find out that Jane Austen had read it too, and had some pretty decided opinions about it! :D

Thanks so much for visiting and for your vote of confidence!

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Beth G
10/10/2014 01:49:53 pm

Thanks for the excerpt. Looking forward to the entire work.

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Joana Starnes
10/10/2014 04:52:41 pm

Thanks, Beth!
All going well, it will be released in a fortnight.
Many thanks for visiting and good luck in the giveaway!

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Deborah
10/10/2014 02:14:22 pm

The end of the excerpt was a jolt of disappointment in that I reached the end. I would've loved to continue. O am eagerly anticipating the release of this nook.

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Joana Starnes
10/10/2014 04:57:55 pm

So very glad you enjoyed it, Deborah, and sorry it was so short!
There will be another excerpt next Friday, and some more in guest posts at Austenesque Reviews, Laughing with Lizzie & More Agreeably Engaged, later on this month and in early November. But maybe you would have won a copy by then. Good luck and thanks for your comment!

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Angie
10/10/2014 03:07:32 pm

Oh I can't wait now! I mean, I wanted to read it before, just because I love your other novels, but now!! I MUST! Thank you fort he peek!!

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Joana Starnes
10/10/2014 05:02:19 pm

Thanks, Angie!! Sorry to keep you waiting! Two weeks tops! There'll be other peeks from now till the 11th of November, one of which will be read out by the lovely Sophie from 'Laughing with Lizzie'. Hope you'll like those too (and not think I'm a dreadful tease :D ).

Thanks for stopping by, much appreciated!

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Cyn209
10/10/2014 03:58:42 pm

congrats & thanx for the invite on FB!!!!
thank you also for the giveaway!!!

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Joana Starnes
10/10/2014 05:04:04 pm

Thanks for accepting the invite and for stopping by!
Best of luck in the giveaway!

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Chiara
11/10/2014 04:57:44 am

Great excerpt!! I am very curious about how the story develops!!
Thank for the giveaway.

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Joana Starnes
11/10/2014 05:02:26 am

So happy you enjoyed it, Chiara!
Thanks for stopping by to read it and thanks for your comment!
Best of luck in the giveaway and I hope you like the rest as well :)

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Jennifer Hong
11/10/2014 06:03:42 am

I'm so intrigued about the rest of the story. I can't wait to read it! It was nice to see Darcy at ease in conversation.

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Joana Starnes
11/10/2014 08:35:55 am

Thanks, Jennifer!
I think that annoying as it might be to know that Darcy is still so full of himself that he feels assured of a 'Yes' when he deigns to propose, it's still lovely to think that he feels comfortable enough to be himself. No reserve and stony silences as he was when he was keeping his distance and not self-conscious as he would have been after a refusal. Glad you liked him! Thanks for stopping by!

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Regina Silvia
11/10/2014 08:27:05 am

Really enjoyed this excerpt seeing a disconcerted Elizabeth and a teasing Mr. Darcy. Looking forward to the release date!

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Joana Starnes
11/10/2014 08:37:16 am

Yes, that is an unusual reversal, Regina :)
Didn't think of that - thanks for pointing it out :)
Great to see you here and good luck in the giveaway!

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Vesper
11/10/2014 08:39:28 am

as always I am now intrigued, can't wait for the paperback to be available in Canada

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Joana Starnes
12/10/2014 03:35:59 pm

As always, I love to intrigue you ;) So sorry about the wait, I hope it'll trickle sooner than the others. In theory they're released on all Amazon sites at the same time, but in practice they take their sweet time, not sure why! Great to have you here, thanks for commenting and best of luck!

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Julie Rakowski
11/10/2014 09:20:20 am

Great excerpt, I really enjoyed the sparing in the carriage and Elizabeth's astonishment with Darcy's changed attitude. As well as Fitzwilliam's teasing him later. Can't wait for the rest. Thank you so much :)

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Joana Starnes
12/10/2014 03:40:08 pm

Hi, Julie!
So glad you liked it! There are a few conversations like those in the beginning, and a fair amount of ribbing from Col Fitzwilliam :) . I must admit, I do love to write them acting like overgrown boys sometimes. Darcy is always so solem, so serious, so 'Master of Pemberley' and it's nice to have him with his guard down sometimes.
So happy you liked the excerpt!. Hope you'll like the rest too.
Best of luck and thanks for your comment!

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Lúthien84 link
11/10/2014 11:22:11 am

The excerpt is enjoyable, Joana. I think you and all JAFF are brilliant in thinking up new situations for our favourite protagonists to be together. I can't wait for the novel to be released soon.

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Joana Starnes
12/10/2014 03:44:26 pm

Thanks, Sylvia, so pleased you liked it! It's nice to think up something that hasn't been done before but here I think I was just lucky :) We go to Cornwall a lot, and the places we've seen are so pretty and inspiring that the story pretty much wrote itself! Thanks so much for visiting and best of luck!

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Kris M
11/10/2014 05:25:53 pm

I really enjoyed the excerpt & can't wait to read more. I would love to win the book. Thanks for doing the giveaway.

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Joana Starnes
12/10/2014 03:46:50 pm

Hi, Kris. Thanks so much for your comment, I'm so happy you liked the excerpt! I'll post another one next week and I hope you'll like that too. Best of luck and thanks for visiting!

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Kris M
13/10/2014 12:45:54 pm

Thanks, Joana. I'll keep a look out for the next excerpt.

Joy King
11/10/2014 09:49:59 pm

Great excerpt. I loved Col. Fitzwilliam's frustration with his cousin at the end. Well written! I will get this as soon as it is available so don't enter me, OK. Can't wait to read the rest.

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Joana Starnes
12/10/2014 03:52:20 pm

So lovely to see you here, Joy!! Thanks so much for the very kind words. I do love to write Col F playing elder brother and driving Darcy mad in the process. As for not entering you, sorry, no can do :D.

So glad you liked this bit. I'll post another in a few days, with Lydia center-stage. For once, her big mouth and scatterbrain remarks actually come in handy. Have a lovely week and thanks so much for visiting!

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Jill
11/10/2014 10:29:39 pm

Loved this chapter! Can't wait to read the book! My favorite books are the ones when Darcy talks instead of just thinking and thinking! You wrote a wonderful dialog between them. Perfect match to their characters!

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Joana Starnes
12/10/2014 03:55:57 pm

So kind of you to comment and tell me that, Jill! Please come back towards the end of this week for another excerpt and another chance at the giveaway. Hope you'll like the book though I feel I should give fair warning, he will be thinking and thinking at some point, but he'll keep talking too ;) Thanks for visiting and good luck!

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Jill
12/10/2014 04:22:51 pm

I completely expect Darcy to be the thinker that he is, but it is so rare to find writers that can get him to speak in a way that fits with his introspective character. I've always suspected him to be extremely witty and cleverly funny, or Elizabeth wouldn't have fallen in love with him. It's just so few authors write him that way. Too often he's brooding!

Joana Starnes
12/10/2014 04:48:24 pm

Thanks for writing back, Jill, and with such kind words too!!!! I agree, once he feels comfortable Darcy would show himself as witty and funny - a good match for Elizabeth's own quick wit and sunny temper. I suppose that more often than not he doesn't get the chance to feel comfortable until after their engagement. Either that or while he still thinks she'll welcome him with open arms once he proposes. Poor man ! :)
For some reason it looks like we've run out of reply buttons. We can continue on Facebook if it's easier.
Thanks again for writing back, lovely to hear from you!

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Monica link
13/10/2014 05:07:59 am

I enjoyed this so much! I love that Darcy reads all the 'scandalous' novels and I wonder if she really could ever scandalize Darcy with anything she's read.

The last line was priceless - the Colonel thinks his spinal sacrifice was for naught but I think it helped!

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Joana Starnes
14/10/2014 06:34:33 pm

I think you're right, Monica :)
It's just the same old story, people judge by their own standards and rarely accept that others may like different things. The Colonel might not 'get it' and it might not be his idea of courtship / flirting, but for D & E this sort of conversation might have been exactly what they needed to thaw their relationship.
So glad you enjoyed it! Please come back for more later this week!

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Nicole Clutter
13/10/2014 08:21:49 pm

Excellent ! Can't wait to read more. I would love to add it to my ebook collection :)

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Joana Starnes
14/10/2014 06:35:54 pm

Thanks, Nicole!
Best of luck and thanks for reading and commenting!

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Gini Allen
14/10/2014 03:42:17 pm

In a previous comment you mention Lydia doing something helpful- I can't wait to read something like that! Poor girl. I loved how you helped Kitty mature in The Second Chance- at least there is hope for the youngest two girls in the world of variations! Looking forward to reading more of this book! On a side note- my husband and I saw Gone Girl with Rosamund Pike and it has seriously damaged my image of Jane when I read these stories- please help return her to the angel of Jane Austen's stories!

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Joana Starnes
14/10/2014 06:43:33 pm

Hi, Gini

Re. Jane - So sweet of you!!! I'll do my best :D
Re. Lydia - I so hope you'll like what I've done with & for her!!! I know that she's the most undesirable Bennet sister in almost every variation and often thought to be the fitting punishment for Wickham, but in this spin-off I started from the premise that she's just a kid. Sixteen. What does she know? Mum behaves badly and she just copies Mum. But there might be hope for her if people give her the time of day and a little helping hand. As for Lydia helping, I thought she'd be the best person to spill the beans on a number of sensitive issues, which her well-behaved sisters would never do! Please come back later in the week to read the next excerpt. Hope you'll like it ;)

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Hollis
16/10/2014 12:43:55 pm

It cracked me up that the Colonel was scolding Darcy for speaking of books with Lizzy. it isn't as if she would have the latest on-dits of society at hand!

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Joana Starnes
16/10/2014 06:46:52 pm

Yes, she doesn't get it, bless him, that she's far more likely to let her guard down in a conversation about books than in the face of officer-style flirting :D

Thanks for reading and for stopping by to comment, great to hear from you!

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Joana Starnes
16/10/2014 06:48:11 pm

That was supposed to be HE doesn't get it :)




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