It is my extreme pleasure to share with you the cover for Nicole Clarkston's
We have worked hard putting this one together.
There were a few obstacles along the way, but thankfully,
everything came together in the end.
I have been so excited about this book. The story made me feel good.
It kept me smiling and loving every minute. I hope you will have the same experience.
I have been so excited about this book. The story made me feel good.
It kept me smiling and loving every minute. I hope you will have the same experience.
Before we get to the cover, here is the blurb!
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When the truth is harder to believe than disguise.*****
Drugged and betrayed in his own household, Fitzwilliam Darcy makes his escape from a forged compromise that would see him unhappily wed. Dressed as a footman, he is welcomed into one of London’s unknown neighbourhoods by a young lady who is running out of time and running for her life.
Deciding to hide in plain sight, Miss Elizabeth Bennet dodges the expectation to marry the man of her mother’s dreams. When the insolent footman she “found” refuses to leave her side until they can uncover a solution to their respective dilemmas, the two new acquaintances treat themselves to a holiday, experiencing the best of what Regency England has to offer.
Based on Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice, can two hard-headed characters with kind hearts discover the truth behind the disguise? Enjoy the banter, humour, and growing affection as Mr Darcy and Miss Elizabeth have the best day of their lives, and discover that they just might find love and romance while on a London Holiday. This book is appropriate for all ages.
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Creating the front cover of London Holiday was lots of fun. Nicole wanted my grandson, Chayseland Taylor to be on the front cover. She asked me if there was anyone I could get to be Lizzy. I had the perfect person in mind. Kennedy Smith was Lizzy on another cover I had done several years ago, so she was first to come to mind. I asked if she would be willing to be my model again and she agreed. The next order of business was to find a time when Chayseland and Kennedy could be photographed. It took a couple of weeks to work out a date but we finally got together. They were real troupers too. It was the hottest May 17th (97 degrees F in the shade) it had been since 1925 and we were outside taking pictures in full costume. Neither complained and willingly did anything I asked.
They were both honored to be on Nicole cover, London Holiday!
Thank you Nicole, for allowing them this privilege.
Nicole, is there anything you would like to add before we go further?
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They were both honored to be on Nicole cover, London Holiday!
Thank you Nicole, for allowing them this privilege.
Nicole, is there anything you would like to add before we go further?
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I have long agreed with Janet that Chayseland is a perfect model for Darcy. He can master that aloof look, but at the same time, his eyes connect with you. He can look perfectly calm, but there is just a twinkle there, letting you know that there is quite a bit going on beneath the surface. That he happens to have that amazing hair and rugged face are side perks, but altogether, I love him as Darcy.
When Janet first showed me a picture of Kennedy, I just wanted to keep looking at her. She has a sweetness and an innocence to her that Elizabeth in the story does. She pulls off the teasing arched brow, the bubbling delight, and the soft, genuine expression that I was hoping for. I didn’t want a sultry kitten with collagen lips and transparent skin. She is perfect, and her eyes are kind. Not fashionable in the London world, perhaps, but just the thing to catch a jaded fellow like Darcy.
What I love about these two is that they look like real people, not models. Perhaps that is because they are real people, and I am honoured and deeply grateful that they agreed to be on the cover of London Holiday.
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Now you know the story behind the cover so let's reveal the front and full cover for London Holiday!
We hope you like the cover. I know you will love the book. It is such a neat story and fun too. Nicole told me that this book was the most fun book to write. I enjoyed reading along with her and eagerly awaited the next scene. This story has everything! There is a Darcy quite unlike any I have ever read before. He is such an awesome character and Lizzy is light-hearted and fun.
Nicole has agreed to share an excerpt with you. She has had several requests for Chapter 2.
For your reading pleasure, Chapter 2 is below. Enjoy!
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“Oh, Lizzy, was this
not simply a divine evening?” Kitty Bennet, aged sixteen, leaned back against
the seat of the carriage and gushed her delight. “The music, the lights—I have never seen so many candles. And that
soprano! Would Mama not simply swoon over her gown?”
“It
was all stunning,” her older sister Elizabeth agreed. “The new Pantheon Theatre
is not so lovely as the old, they say, but it is quite beautiful enough to suit
my fancies. Aunt Gardiner,” she turned sincerely to that lady, “thank you so
much for bringing us. Your generosity to us takes my breath away.”
“You
are most graciously welcome, Lizzy. I confess,
I had been longing to see the new hall myself, and you provided just the excuse
I sought.”
“It
is a pity that our uncle could not come this evening, for he would have enjoyed
it greatly, I think.”
“Yes,
he would have,” Mrs Gardiner agreed, “but
I expect he will have accomplished a great deal of business this evening, and
he will now be able to enjoy the park with us tomorrow. I believe your uncle really prefers the park to the opera.”
“As
does Lizzy,” snorted Kitty. “But even you must admit, Lizzy, that was an
evening to remember. What a pleasure it was to meet that lovely Mrs Jennings—she liked you very much, Lizzy,
and that is something grand, I think. Did you see the gowns on some of the
ladies above us in the private boxes? And each of the gentlemen looked so fine
and handsome! There was that one fair-haired fellow who looked our way twice,
and I am sure he liked me. Oh, Lizzy, you needn’t scoff at all the gentlemen!
Do not forget, Mama has given you specific instructions to catch a husband
while you are in Town, or you shall be stuck with that odious Mr Collins.”
“If
only the catching of a husband were as simple as catching a fish, perhaps I
should succeed.”
“Lizzy,
you must not speak of such things in Town. What would Mama say? No one here
knows that you are not a proper lady, so it is best to let them believe
otherwise as long as they may.”
“Now,
Kitty,” Mrs Gardiner chided, “Lizzy is perfectly ladylike, even when she is
indulging in sport. Although, Lizzy,
perhaps it is best not to reveal at first that your father and uncle have taken
you out in their fishing boats, but there can be no harm in speaking of the
outdoors in general. Flower gardens are quite safe to talk of. And who knows? We may meet with a gentleman
who truly prefers remaining at his estate to life in Town. Many men retire
happily from Town again after they have secured a wife, and such a man might be
attracted to a woman knows something of the country.”
“La,
that is not what Mama says. She says even country gentlemen prefer a refined
lady. That is why Jane will marry first. Mama says that a gentleman is coming soon to let Netherfield Park and that he is sure to save us all by falling
violently in love with Jane, as she is the most beautiful of us all, or so Mama
claims.” Kitty emitted a little snort, which spoke as much of her reluctant
agreement with her mother’s assessment as it did for her own mild sense of
jealousy.
“He will be a fortunate man then, if his taste is so exquisite,”
soothed Elizabeth. “Jane would be valued and admired by any sensible
gentleman, no matter where he lived.”
“And
so shall you, Lizzy,” her aunt interjected. “Do not allow your mother, or your
most helpful sister here, lead you to
believe otherwise. You are a perfectly lovely young lady, and even that sorry business
with Lydia and Mary may be overlooked by the right sort of gentleman. Any man
to catch your eye should call himself blessed.”
“It
is not the gentleman who must catch the lady’s eye, but the reverse,” chuckled
Elizabeth. “I know very well into what straits my sisters and I have fallen,
though you are kind enough to spare me the full measure of the world’s disdain,
Aunt. I have no desire to remain a spinster as Mama has accused, but I find it
highly unlikely that I could go home next week an engaged woman. I mean simply
to enjoy my visit.”
“Then
indeed, enjoy it we shall. What else did you wish to do while you are staying
with us?”
“Perhaps
Kitty had other notions, but I have always wished to see one of London’s
pleasure gardens. Do you think Uncle would object?”
“Oh!
I have not been since before Maddy was born, Lizzy, but that sounds delightful.
Perhaps we will speak to your uncle and see if he will take us tomorrow.”
Elizabeth
was smiling her delight at her aunt’s easy agreement and gazing out the window
of the carriage when a figure in apparent
distress caught her eye. She saw only a hunched-over flash of dark clothing; then he disappeared. An instant later, the
carriage lurched as the driver pulled up the horses in alarm.
Mrs Gardiner caught at the hand loop, then
put her head near the window to listen as the driver addressed someone outside.
“Clear off, my good man,” he was ordering. “You have upset the ladies!”
They
heard a slurred apology, and Elizabeth, who sat on the proper side to see,
gestured to her aunt as the figure came back into view. “Aunt, look. That man
there, do you see him? He looks as though he has been injured. See how he holds his head? Perhaps he needs help.”
Mrs Gardiner did look, and to her dismay
saw a tallish fellow, dressed respectably as an employee of a good household,
staggering to the curb. “More than likely he is intoxicated. Look away,
Elizabeth. Do not let him see you.”
“He
does not have the appearance of a drunkard or a criminal, Aunt. Is that not
livery he is wearing? Surely no master would countenance such behaviour, and
particularly not in public.”
Mrs Gardiner reluctantly turned her eyes back
to the man on the walk. He was clinging lethargically to a street lantern, his
face pressed against the cool metal of the post. What they could see of his
expression revealed that he was nearly asleep where he stood and only wanted a
horizontal posture to make it a reality. His clothing bespoke some connection
to gentility, as Elizabeth had asserted, else she would not have dared give a stranger
on a dark street a second glance.
“Lizzy,
this is not Meryton,” Mrs Gardiner
decided. “You cannot believe appearances. I have heard of ladies’ carriages
being set upon by ruffians after they have stopped to help someone who appeared
to be hurt. I am very sorry for the poor fellow,
if indeed he is in distress, but it is not our place to look to him.”
“Aye,
I’ve heard the same thing, Lizzy,” seconded Kitty. “Remember that story Lydia
told us?”
“That
was on a deserted road near a seaport. We
are still in Mayfair. You cannot believe that criminals could set up such a
ruse in this neighbourhood, do you? There
are too many about, and the houses nearby too well secured for such activity to
succeed. Can you not at least ask the driver to see to him?”
Mrs
Gardiner’s brow puckered in concern, but she obliged her niece. “Jones, please
step down and see if the man is injured.”
The
carriage rocked as the driver obeyed, and the ladies watched him approach the
man on the walk. “My good man, are you well?” they heard Jones enquire.
There
was a moan, and some muttered reference to a cousin, then the man’s head
drooped against the post. Jones leaned close, and the ladies could see their
driver sniffing the other man’s person. He returned directly.
“I
do not think he is intoxicated, ma’am, but neither does he appear to have any
sort of head injury. I can think of no reasonable explanation for his
condition.”
“We
cannot leave him here on the street,” Elizabeth insisted. “He truly will become
a victim of some crime if we do. Look at him, his knees are buckling.”
“Perhaps
he works in the nearest house,” Jones suggested. “Do you wish me to ask?”
“Please
do,” Mrs Gardiner agreed. “We shall be safe enough in the carriage for a
moment.” She glanced at her niece, a nervous hope written across her features.
There
was only one large house on this corner, and there was no knocker on the door,
so Jones apparently decided to try the one across the street. The man had,
after all, been crossing when they had nearly run him down. The ladies waited
in silence for his return, watching all the while as the man on the walk began
to sag lower and lower to the ground. Finally, just before Jones’ return, he
crumpled, and his head struck the
pavement. Elizabeth cried out in dismay, and it was only her aunt’s staying
hand which kept her in the carriage.
“They
claim that none of their footmen could have made such a spectacle,” Jones reported. “I doubt they would acknowledge him,
even if he did belong to that house, for it would be too much of an
embarrassment.”
“You
said he does not appear to be intoxicated?” Mrs Gardiner glanced back at the
man.
“There
is no odour of drink, ma’am, but I cannot be certain.”
“Aunt,
is it not our duty to look to those in distress?” Elizabeth reminded her.
“I
do not consider that a mandate when the man is a rather tall stranger and we number but three ladies.”
“And
one driver!” Kitty helpfully pointed out. “It would not be so very hard to have
Mr Jones set him on the box. He could stay below stairs this evening and go on
his way on the morrow. I can see Lizzy has got this in her head, Aunt, and we
shall have no peace until she sees that ridiculous fellow safely put up for the
night.”
Mrs
Gardiner sighed and frowned at her nieces. Elizabeth was watching her intently,
with a small quirk of her brow. As her
younger sister had surmised, she had indeed taken the man’s welfare to heart,
but she was not petulant. Instead, she employed a measure of playfulness to
achieve her ends.
“He
is too well-dressed to be a vagabond, Aunt. Perhaps he is a highly valued
employee of some handsome and rich single gentleman, and some ailment has
befallen him. After he is recovered, both he and his employer will be so
grateful for our assistance that his master may thank us in person. I may then
have the pleasure of informing my mother that I obeyed her wishes to find a
husband!”
Kitty
laughed and declared it a good joke, but Mrs Gardiner was still reluctant. “We
have no way of knowing anything about the man. He is not a gentleman, clearly,
and he could have come from anywhere.”
“Aunt,
I am confident we shall be quite safe. Look at the man! I do believe he is
drooling. Can anyone be more harmless?”
Mrs
Gardiner rolled her eyes and summoned Mr Jones. “Do you think he can ride on
the box with you?”
“If
I can wake him, ma’am.” He went, therefore, and nudged the man on the pavement.
When that did not yield the desired result, he shook the man’s shoulder,
earning only a groan in protest for his efforts. Jones, at last, picked the man
up by his lapels—a considerable feat, as he was a rather large man—and rattled
him to and fro. The dark head only rolled back, mouth slightly agape, and a
throaty rasp escaped him. Jones shook his head. “I cannot lift him if he is not
to be gotten to his feet, ma’am.”
“Right,
then,” Elizabeth muttered, and handed her
muff and bonnet into her sister’s keeping. Before her aunt could object, she
was out the door of the carriage and staring down at the man on the ground. “Can
you lift his shoulders, Jones? I think I can help you drag his feet.”
“Lizzy!”
Mrs Gardiner cried from the coach. “What in heaven’s name?”
“He
can ride on the rear-facing seat, Aunt. We will all have to squeeze together.
It is perhaps only twenty minutes to your house; we shall manage.”
Mrs
Gardiner, lacking the powers to resist, put two slim fingers to her aching head
as Kitty sniggered beside her. She left unspoken her horror at Elizabeth being
seen engaged in hauling a dirty man off the streets and into her uncle’s
private carriage. How would she ever explain this?
Elizabeth
grasped the man’s silver-buckled shoes, which seemed to curl his large feet in
a way which must have been uncomfortable, and tugged at their weight as Jones
stumbled with his torso. The sleeping man snorted once or twice at the insult
of being dragged, groaned an indignant protest directed toward someone named
Wilson, and tried to roll over in Jones’ grasp.
By
the time they reached the carriage, Kitty was on the pavement as well. Her
intentions were helpful, but her efforts were less so. It was Mrs Gardiner, the
sensible one who still objected to this madness, whose assistance was the most
valuable in lifting the inert form of their unwitting guest. She braced her
feet and bent to raise him from above while Jones hefted from below. If the man
were conscious, he would rightly have just cause for deepest mortification at
the way the strange lady was forced to grasp his person. It was just as well he
was not. The task completed, Mrs Gardiner straightened her bonnet and shot her
nieces a glare which swore them forever to secrecy.
The
man did not fit well, inert and crammed into the small carriage bench. The
girls crowded on either side of their aunt and stared at the broad shoulders,
nearly bursting the seams of the coat, and the long, white-stockinged legs that
threatened at any moment to drag his entire frame down to the floor of the carriage.
As Jones mounted the box and the carriage dipped slightly, Mrs Gardiner
breathed a prayer that he—whoever he was—would remain where they had stowed
him.
It
was not to be. The horses moved off, and the body rolled with a heavy thud to
their feet. The ladies drew back, each cringing and fearing that their
assistance may have injured the man even further. The stranger, however, only
stirred with a grunt and proceeded to nestle his large frame more comfortably
in the small space. His forearm thrashed about as he sought some place for his
head, and at last, he was satisfied by
wrapping it around Elizabeth’s legs and pillowing his face upon her satin
shoes.
Elizabeth
tugged uncomfortably at her feet but could not extricate them without engaging
in a wrestling match with a very strong and very unconscious man. She grimaced at her aunt. Mrs Gardiner rested her head back
against the carriage squabs and exhaled, trembling. “We tell no one of this,”
she commanded.
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