What readers are saying about "The Abominable Mr. Darcy":
"Lovely! Hated to see it end."
"Well written, exciting, daring, Romantic! Absolutely fantastic from start to finish!"
"Well, That was adorable!"
"So many laugh out loud moments."
"You got all the ends tied up perfectly."
I adore Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. She was a master storyteller. Am I arrogant enough to believe I can begin to compare with her? Not at all. Then why do I write variations of her most famous story? Because I cannot seem to get enough of our favorite characters. I am writing what I love to read about Darcy and Elizabeth.
I do not love to read sex, graphic violence, or paranormal so you will not find even a hint of any of those in my stories. Are they sweet? Yes. Are they romantic? Absolutely. Will I continue writing these variations? Without a doubt.
Excerpt from "The Abominable Mr. Darcy":
It was close to an hour after breakfast when Hurst requested the company of the colonel to admire his latest shotgun acquisition. Darcy decided to use the opportunity to take his favourite horse for a ride. The bay mare had fine lines, a smooth gait, and a strong will. A thoroughbred with a white blaze running from her forelock to her nose, she pranced her white fetlocks on the gravel. The filly was ready to run, and so was Darcy. He had named her Katherina after the lead character in Shakespeare's "The Taming of the Shrew"--a perfect fit.
Darcy lengthened the horse's stride to a steady gait for almost an hour before he lifted the reins bringing the animal to a stop. The same cold wind that chapped his cheeks had blown his curls in all directions. Even though it was not done for a gentleman to ride without a hat, Darcy had left his with the groom back at the stables. As hard as he had ridden, he would have lost it long ago or lost his seat whilst trying to keep the hat on his head.
Both Darcy and the horse breathed heavy puffs of steam from the exertion and the chill. Looking around the rolling hills and verdant farmland, Darcy felt the pull of home. Since he had retrieved his sister from Ramsgate in July, they had been ensconced in their London house. He had not been to his family seat in Derbyshire since the spring planting. He had missed the autumn harvest but his responsibility was with Georgiana in their townhouse. However, at his sister's insistence, he had travelled to Hertfordshire with the Bingleys. Apparently, he hovered and Georgiana did not approve. At Netherfield Park, he would be a half day away from Georgiana. Had he returned to Pemberley, it would be a three to four day journey if he was needed.
He heard her before he saw her. Though the words of her song were not discernable, the tone was merry. Elizabeth Bennet had her arms spread wide, her face turned to the heavens, and a smile on her face that brightened the dreary day. Darcy failed to realise that in his distraction, he had leaned forward in the saddle, rising to his full height. Katherina felt the change of weight immediately. The mare reacted far faster than Darcy. She went left, and he went right. When they parted company, Darcy flew through the air until he was sprawled on the ground, landing with a grunt. His horse snorted. The noise caught Elizabeth's attention, and she turned towards him as he was still in mid-flight. She recognized him immediately.
"Mr. Darcy!" Elizabeth ran to him as quickly as possible over the uneven terrain. "Mr. Darcy!" As she approached, she shied away from his horse, her natural fear of the equine species heightened by the fact that the horse had just unseated an experienced equestrian. She knelt down. The gentleman was lying on his side facing her, his eyes closed. "I pray you, Mr. Darcy, please be conscious, please." Elizabeth was hesitant to touch him.
As she was pondering how to proceed, he whispered, "I am conscious."
"Your eyes are closed, Mr. Darcy. Are they injured, sir?"
"No, Miss Elizabeth, they are not." Humiliated at being in such a position in front of her, he snapped. Then he added, his voice softened, "I am hoping you are a figment of my imagination and can continue hoping so as long as I do not open my eyes."
His surly attitude was in contrast to the lightness of his words. She could not stop a grin from breaking out in relief. "I am sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings, sir. I am, indeed, very real." She was surprised when he lay all the way back on the ground again and threw his arm over his brow. "Are you well? Or rather as well as you can be after being parted from your horse in such a spectacular manner?" she said with no little amusement.
Her mirth turned to anxiety until she saw the hint of a smile. "Miss Elizabeth." His eyes opened. "I am well. In truth...the only damage to my person...is that I landed on my pride."
"This is wonderful news, Mr. Darcy." She could barely contain her laughter. "Then, if I understand the situation correctly, you should be unhurt."
"Oh?" Mr. Darcy understood how she found the circumstances humorous. Nevertheless, his embarrassment did not sit well with him.
"You have pride in abundance, sir. The landing would have been made softer because of it."
His eyes opened wider, and he saw the twinkle in her own before she burst into the most melodic sound he had heard in his whole adult life. She radiated joy. He could not help but join in her laughter. As he moved to stand, she stood and backed away from him. He laughed until he bent over, slapping his hands to his thighs. Amazingly, he felt his worries and responsibility pour off his shoulders as if he had shrugged a heavy millstone from around his neck