If it’s romantic or touches the heart, why not share it? Well, I found an old CD full of my writing jumbled among what I deemed junk—and what a little gem I found. If anyone knows me, they’ll know my love of Jane Austen spans several of her books: Pride and Prejudice, Persuasion, Sense and Sensibilities, and Emma. The following letter is written in the vein of role-play, as if Pride and Prejudice’s Elizabeth Bennett, now Mrs. Darcy and Sense and Sensibilities’ Elinor Dashwood, now Mrs. Ferrars are friends. The letter connects each book in a subtle way through Elizabeth’s experiences, sharing each encounter with Elinor.
My Dear Elinor,
Imagine my genuine delight in receiving your letter, for I cannot begin to give you a better expressed account of welcome it gave me this fine day. Truly, I hope that my letter finds everyone in exceedingly good health and happiness; complete and without complaint, as I can report only the same.
Indeed, I found your very obliging account of Marianne’s happiness in marriage to be every bit as much as I had hoped for her and her new husband. Pray, continue to give my regards, for I would only have want of their continued greatness in love and deep attachment. And for you, my dear friend, I can only wish the same in pleasure and similarity of happiness with regards to your marriage. Your felicity in situation and amiable tone of life passed through your words with much attention, bringing a pleasant smile to my lips that could only know sanguine overtures.
But first, to another matter with regards to my dear Sister-in-law, Georgiana, forgive me Elinor if my words were to blunt with surprise in view of her impending marriage to Colonel Fitzwilliam. I wrote you in a moment of great joy and excitement that could not be contained and I am very sure that my words were expressed poorly, lacking due decorum. Mr. Darcy and I are exceedingly happy with the turn of events and can only find such sincere contentment with the notable turn of events. Having said that, however, I must tell you that indeed, Mr. Darcy and I would truly never find a more amiable and temperate gentleman than Colonel Fitzwilliam for Georgiana. So, I must conclude the joyous turn of events as completely wonderful for everyone. Even as I write you, a letter came by post from my dear Sister-in-law to be that the ever-imposing virtue of Lady Catherine de Burgh has given her blessing with much heart as she indeed she possesses. Oh, dear Elinor, you will think me impertinent for that remark. There are times when my own opinions have no scruple in judgments, but I shall endeavor to curb myself.
I have been waiting for the right time to relate the every exciting evening party that Mr. Darcy and I attended. I had not realized the extent of whom exactly I was going to be meeting until the moment I arrived. Mr. Darcy was well meaning in his discretion for fear that I would be too anxious, but I must say I was pleasantly surprised and I shall save the unveiling moment until the last. We traveled five miles to Randalls, the home of Mr. Weston, a business acquaintance of Mr. Darcy’s and by all accounts a most generous host and a sensible man, who I found in good character and easy manner. His wife, Mrs. Weston, was every bit the same in judgment and taste, with worthy conversation and politeness only to warmth. There was only a pleasing affection that could easily blossom into a very lasting friendship that I found indeed agreeable.
Next, there was a couple in attendance that happen to be very close to the Weston’s not only in distance but in true friendship. Mr. & Mrs. Knightley of Donwell Abbey, yet residing at the home of Mrs. Knightley’s father. My, dear Elinor, here is a couple that both you and Mr. Ferrars would find exceedingly agreeable. Mr. Knightley is considerably older than his wife, but by all account a cheerful man with an open heart, for he moved to his wife’s home for her ailing father could not endure the change of her marriage, yet Mr. Knightley’s generous manner gave way. Mrs. Knightley was entirely comfortable and warm in her conversation and heart and I found both of them agreeable and quite loving in their attentions to each other as well as to their acquaintances. In a close conversation with Mr. Knightley, he happened to mentioned to me that he had never seen Mr. Darcy so happy. The compliment paid found me momentarily reflecting in a swelling burst of pride, yet humbled – for once I thought Mr. Darcy to have improper pride; oh, how time does change the heart!
Now, my friend—I must give way to the very news that I first brought up—only to stop most ungraciously. Amongst the small gathering at Randalls, I was introduced to a Lady Russell, an old family acquaintance of the late Lady Anne Darcy, Mr. Darcy’s mother. Lady Russell traveled up especially to wait upon me from Bath and such a marked attention could hardly go unnoticed for indeed the great honor left me enthusiastic, though I feared to obtusely disappointing yet said lady. However, my fears were rallied. I found Lady Russell to be a widow of steady character with obvious manners, perhaps a bit cool, yet unassuming. We only spoke at first of generalities, but she then made it known how she would desire a closer acquaintance. For so long she and the Darcy family have been intimate friends and that to see another mistress of Pemberly closely, as an honor. Such a clear admission by her left me modestly seeking a quiet moment, so I shall venture no other opinion on the matter other than to say for now that I found Lady Russell affable in spirit. Mr. Darcy did himself say he found the evening most enjoyable and I would heartily agree with him.
My dear Elinor, if ever there were enough hours, I would have the perfect day and most enjoyably write you more, but alas, Mrs. Reynolds, my housekeeper seeks an audience. I am very pleased to know you and Mr. Ferrars are doing so well and settling in at Delaford. Should you but have a moment before the holidays get underway, do write me. For now, I must be content with that. My best to you—
Since love encompasses everything I do, whether in writing or life, I thought to do something a little different in a post via quote pictures. In chronological order, they tell a story from the beginning to the end, regarding life and love…things to ponder and things to hold on to. Words as a whole give us wisdom, love and even pain. I challenge you to see the lines drawn and the hope painted.
1. Be joyful.
2. Be thankful.
3. Love the small pleasures.
4. Always dream.
5. Be unique.
6. Have some fun.
7. Stress happens, but there is alternatives.
8. Love is important and so is your heart.
9. Spread some love.
10. Take care of yourself.
11. Everyone is human and makes mistakes.
(All photos via Pinterest)
New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter is back with a breathtaking Lords of the Underworld tale about a warrior trapped by darkness and the woman determined to save him
Having endured weeks of torture in the bowels of hell, Kane wants nothing to do with his beautiful rescuer, Josephina Aisling. The half-Fae female threatens to awaken the demon of Disaster inside him—a beast he’s determined to kill, no matter the price.
Josephina is hunted by a brutal enemy—her royal family—and Kane is her only source of protection. He’s also the only male to ever set her aflame, and even he succumbs to the heat. But as they navigate the treacherous world of the Fae, they are forced to make a choice: live apart or die together.
Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the acclaimed Lords of the Underworld series and more than thirty other books. She lives in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Visit her at GenaShowalter.com.
Personally…I can’t wait! Love, love, love the Lords series. Expected publication: July 30th 2013 by Harlequin HQN
In a small town called Forks, Stephanie Meyer wrote of Twilight…then came along a talented fan fiction writer…and out vampires came the famous Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James. Another fan fiction author was inspired to write Christian Grey’s point of view on blog site, Meet Fifty Shades Continued…and this is where we are now. G. E. Griffin has been so successful with her Christian Grey POV blog, she’s kicked out her own story. And it’s fabulous. Many talented writers are breaking ground in the most unusual way—all on their own. Have a look…
When art student Seraphina Jones leaves her bag behind on a London tube train, little does she know this will change the course of her life. She initially brushes off the cute guy who comes to her rescue, but when he suggests a seemingly perfect solution to her problems, she decides to take him up on his offer.
For London School of Economics student Jamie Starr, returning the bag he discovers the gorgeous babe sitting opposite him on the train has left behind gives him the perfect excuse to get to know her better. Jamie is not used to rejection from girls, but despite his best attempts, Sera remains intriguingly unreceptive to his efforts.
Cynical wealthy businessman Liam Starr is certain Jamie’s good nature has been taken advantage of by a hard up art student. Liam doesn’t believe in any of that love or romance rubbish, and he’s determined that a pretty face is not going to take his gullible baby brother for a ride.
But first impressions aren’t always correct, and people aren’t always what they seem.
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My Short Review:
LOVED THIS!!! Since I learned Ms. Griffin was writing her own novel after her fan fiction blog did so well, I was super excited. She didn’t disappoint either (thank you for that, btw)! I’m not into spoilers–this is just my congratulations on a fabulous erotic novel so worth the wait. Starr Fated left me breathless. I really enjoyed her characterization, the natural progression between the couple and of course, the steamy heat!! It was a pleasure to read, truly. I’m hooked, that’s for sure. Something I adored…I loved the UK experience from the accents to the references. I felt drawn in, like I was there too. That’s what makes a great story.
Brilliant writing by a talented new author!
Try it! You’re gonna love it!
Sweet Boundary (Part 2)
After a blissful week of dating and nothing more, Devon Sinclair’s attraction to Shelby Jordan has bled insanity over his body’s natural desires. He wants to take things slow, yet when his debauched roommate arrives with his latest sex marathon dates, the offer of innocent drinks sets off his protectiveness, and things…change.
He is…sensual, dark, and unattainable—Sex on Two Legs is what I call him. Cade Ashton invested in my uncle’s record label, Black Tat Records, promoting his nephew while leaving me gasping for breath after each visit, though nothing but his smoldering green eyes touched me. Yet, I was hardly his type, so I let the fantasy go or tried too until he showed up at my vacation resort, changing my perception. I didn’t care…I wanted a taste of the forbidden…
Catch me Wilde
She’s mysterious, sexy…..and a thief to the highest bidder! Through the years, Ivy Tremaine made a hefty sum with her mad-felon skills until one moment of stupidity changed her life. Yet, her estranged husband has a desperate plan. He wants her back and he’ll use any method available, even blackmail, but will her past launch their final goodbye?
Available @ Smashwords
Heat Level: Sweet/Steamy
Heat Levels: *Sweet* ~ *Steamy* ~ *Smokin’ Hot*
Copyright 2013 © Beth Mikell All Rights Reserved
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A little more Hex upon Me…
Savannah snuggled one-month-old Brendan, placing a kiss on his tiny forehead before laying him gently in his bassinet. Having her second child was easier this time and she loved remembering her husband’s face as the he gathered their son in his arms minutes after delivery. The love reflected in his eyes humbled her, and made her weak in the knees. She caressed Brendan’s cheek, a soft smile touching the corners of her lips—satisfied, no, full within her heart. Who would’ve imagined her life quite like this? A sexy husband…aka her biker god…Hexon James Montgomery. Two beautiful children, Jamie and Brendan. Her life was blessed and motherhood the epitome of heaven within her world.
She tilted her head, her eyes locking with azure blues in the doorway of their bedroom. There wasn’t anything she loved more than her husband’s presence, and she knew she held his heart within hers. Tears stung her eyes at the depth of emotion, rattled by the mix of pleasure mixed pain and her dark eyes cut back to their newborn son. God, she was a weenie! A total sap, yet she loved it…but that didn’t mean she loved showing it!
Savannah felt him…even before he touched her; his body heat radiated a powerful wave over her skin setting her on fire. She gasped a tight breath as Hex’s arms encircled her waist.
“Hey, I did not just see tears in your eyes did I ?”
She shook her head. “Absolutely not!” Yet, she brushed back a stray tear, caught.
Hex snorted softly, turning his wife in his arms and tilted her chin up. “Tears, princess?” He brushed them back with his thumbs. “I have it on good authority–today is a happy day. Ricardo is setting up the grill. Jagger and Jamie are swiping icing off the cake while trying to impress Katie’s college friends, though I think Jamie’s got the whole girl thing in the bag. Jagger should take notes! Sean and Laura just arrived with Devon, while the Merrick work force brought a keg of beer to a family gathering.” He shrugged. “Ya know, the whole nine yards.”
Savannah giggled. “Shut up! They did not!” She swatted his muscular forearm with her hand.
He grinned, loving the sound of her happiness and he spun her away from the bassinet towards the balcony. “Okay, just a case of beer, but the potential is there.” His eyes grew serious as he caressed her cheek. “What’s the matter, princess?”
She swallowed hard, meeting his concerned gaze. “It hit me so forcefully—so in my face on how happy I really am. I’m happy I walked into SWAT and met you.” Savannah leaned up, brushing her lips over his. “I wouldn’t change a thing. I love you so much, Hexon.”
He laughed. “Hell, I would, princess! For starters, I wouldn’t have been a total jackass and left you for six months!”
She bit lip, the memory of that still painful. “But, the makeup sex was off the chart.”
“Baby, sex with you any time of day is fun-freaking-tastic!”
She glanced at her watch. “I’ve got five minutes…”
He raised a dark brow. “You think five is enough?”
“No, but we do have a house full of guests and…” His lips touched hers, searing and mind numbing.
At that moment, Brendan cried…Jamie ran into the room followed by Jagger and Katie, while Hex and Savannah broke apart—one smiling—the other scowling.
She leaned close to her husband, her voice dropping to a whisper. “We’ll make our own fireworks later.”
Hex winked. “You bet your sexy ass, princess.” He scooped Jamie up in his arms as his wife picked up Brendan, while Katie and Jagger argued the propriety of icing theft.
Ah, life at the Montgomery sci-fi was never a dull moment…