Greetings! This is indeed a special time of year, and surprise, surprise, I am writing a holiday story. The plan was to have it ready by Christmas. We’ll see.
Here’s the blurb:
Mr. Darcy is tired of being alone for the holidays, and he is determined to do something about it. Miss Elizabeth Bennet has never desired Mr. Darcy’s good opinion and yet she arrives in London for the Twelfth Night ball and soon learns he is bestowing it, most ardently. In this charming Pride and Prejudice holiday escape, Elizabeth was not looking for love, but what happens when love comes looking for her?
Here’s an excerpt (unedited) from Chapter 2:
Despite his wife’s penchant for rising early, Darcy knew being aroused at three in the morning was not Elizabeth’s idea of how to start the day.
“You must join me,” he murmured to a slightly annoyed young mistress as he aided her in donning a heavy robe. Taking her by the hand, Darcy led her from the bedroom, through the French doors unto the terrace.
Although there were several purposely arranged seats from which to choose, Darcy took one nearest the door and drew his wife into his lap. Now fully awaken by the frosty air and having darted her eyes from one seat to another, Elizabeth opened her mouth to question his purposes.
“How else does a man desperately in love with his wife admire the stars?” he whispered in her ear, his warm breath caressing her skin.
He wrapped the extra thick blanket that he brought along for good measure around both of them.
Darcy never grew tired of such ardent displays of affection toward Elizabeth. He had promised her that awakening at such an unseemly hour would be well worth the effort. He was right. High above, in the dark night sky, a blanket of stars glistened like diamonds. A lone star shone brighter than all the rest.
Placing his hand underneath her chin, he coaxed her to look at that star in particular.
While Elizabeth peered up at the dazzling display, Darcy gazed at her. The celestial wonders he had admired for years paled compared to the gleam in her dark, bewitching eyes. He had waited all his life to experience that moment with the woman he loved. He had dreamed of holding her in his arms and making love to her until the sun came up, especially during that special time of year.
His arms clasped lovingly about her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder, Darcy whispered in Elizabeth’s ear, “Merry Christmas, my love.”
Tearing her eyes from the brilliant picturesque high above, Elizabeth turned to face him. She peered into Darcy’s eyes. Closing her own, she leaned in. What started as a gentle kiss upon his lips turned into something more. The heavy blanket fulfilling its intended purpose, soon enough, she was sitting astride her deeply enamored husband. Soft moans pierced the silent night.
Darcy’s eyes flew open. What is happening to me, he wondered? He threaded his fingers through his dark curls before spreading his hand across his face. Ever since his sister had mentioned Miss Elizabeth Bennet’s name, he had spent his nights dreaming of the bewitching young woman from Hertfordshire in one fashion or another–as his friend, as his lover, and, as just transpired, his wife.
Just as he had done in his dream, he got out of bed and, donning a heavy robe, made his way out the double doors unto his terrace. Alone on Christmas morning.
Mr. Darcy, home alone for the holidays? What say you?
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