As part of the Haunting Mr. Darcy Blog Tour, I am happy to tell you that KaraLynne Mackrory shares an enticing excerpt with us today! It just makes me want to read more. Enjoy!
I am happy to share with you today
an excerpt from my new book, Haunting
Mr. Darcy: A Spirited Courtship. What a wonderfully delightful experience it
was writing this book for it gave me the freedom, or rather gave Darcy and Lizzy
the freedom, to express themselves in a manner not normally possible under the
rules of everyday reality. In this book
Darcy and Lizzy are tethered together by Fate.
While Elizabeth slumbers in a coma after an accident, her spirit so
nowhere near sleep. In fact she is
nowhere near Hertfordshire! She is in
Darcy’s home and believing she is dreaming a most bizarre and frustrating dream
that features prominently a most beguiling and frustrating man. Darcy is not without his own explanation and
the two differences of opinion is not the first these two have squabbled over.
In this excerpt below, our two
beloved characters are still new to this strange reality they face. It is late at night and while Darcy decides
he wants to savor, at least for the evening, his tumble into lunacy, Elizabeth
is not so sure she wants any part of her dream anymore. Especially if her decided dislike for the
gentleman is going to become muddled with her appreciation for his handsome
still had not responded to her, and there was something about his eyes that
suggested he was savoring the moment. His actions furthered her confusion, and
she looked at him with a sudden impatience.
too, like everything thus far, seemed to amuse him, his eyes lighting with
fascination. Finally, he opened his mouth and spoke, “Pray tell, Miss Bennet,
how is it that you have found yourself to be in my library?”
gasped and looked around her. Her head jerked back to Darcy, and she exclaimed,
“Your library, sir? That cannot be, for I imagined this place.”
brow lowered a fraction at her speech but quickly resumed its sardonic air as
he continued, “My library, madam.”
contemplated his question as she frantically looked around. Surely, this could
not be his library, for she was the one dreaming and… Ease flowed through her,
of course; all manner of strange things had occurred thus far, and she took
comfort in this as just another element of it. Though perhaps nightmare is more accurate
, Elizabeth thought with a
touch of humor.
answered him honestly. “I know not, sir. But in such cases, it matters not how
one gets there, I believe.”
such cases? It is now I, Miss Bennet, who cannot take your meaning.”
case of dreams, Mr. Darcy. I am dreaming.”
surprise, this made him laugh. She watched amazed as he leaned forward and
covered his face as his laughter came up deep from within him and washed over her
like a warm embrace. She knew not
why, but the sound was as intoxicating as it was new. She could not recall a
time when he had laughed in her presence in Hertfordshire.
it seems I must have partaken too much. For although I do not feel the least
bit bosky, I must be in my cups. Miss Elizabeth Bennet is dreaming of me
!” He erupted in laughter again.
to see the humor, sir.”
Darcy lifted his head, and with his dark eyes bright with humor, he stared at
her. “You say you are dreaming, madam, but surely that cannot be, for it is you
who haunts my
watched as Elizabeth blushed, deliciously, and turned away from him. He was
losing his wits, but he would worry about that later. For weeks, he had
struggled to forget her. Somehow, his struggle had manifested itself in such
mental anguish as to produce hallucinations of her, and wonderfully good ones
they were. He marveled at the accuracy of his memory. Her manner was just as
bewitching as it was in Hertfordshire, and she was even as impertinent as he
closer inspection, he did notice a few changes. The dress, although very
handsome on her, was not one he had seen her wear before. Of that
he was certain, for he recalled
every occasion they were in company together, and she had never worn such an
angelic dress. Surely, he would have made a point to remember it, if she had.
There were a number of other small nuances, too. She did seem almost to glow in
the darkened room, fueling his conviction that she was a product of his
wishing to think at all upon the consequences of such a notion as his being
bound for Bedlam, Darcy focused his mind on enjoying the illusion while it
lasted. She was probably a product of too many glasses of wine at the ball and
a lack of rest. Darcy frowned; he only recalled having one glass of wine with
the supper meal. There was the small glass of port he had earlier after Colonel
Fitzwilliam left him, but such would not constitute dipping rather deeply.
you not have a seat, Miss Bennet?” Darcy said as he reclined further into his
seat. If she had been real, he would have remained standing until she was
seated as any gentleman would, but she was not real, and he would enjoy her
company whilst seated.
watched her look toward the chair he offered near the dying embers of the fire
and say, “I cannot, sir.”
With a raised brow in challenge, Darcy enjoyed seeing how this provoked her
eyes to flash with something like the way they did when he would spar with her
at Netherfield. Oh how I love to provoke
watched as she gazed steadily back at him, increasing his heart rate and making
his lips twitch. She seemed to come to a decision in her mind, and then she
lifted her chin and, with a mischievous smile, walked towards the chair. He
leaned back and put his arms behind his head, enjoying the graceful way his
mind was conjuring her movements.
watched, frozen in place, as she walked into the chair and stood in the midst
of it, her legs disappearing into it. Darcy bolted upright and jumped behind
his chair in fright. His wide, shocked eyes quickly met her satisfied ones, and
he croaked, “How…what…?”
darted his eyes from Elizabeth’s to the spot where her body disappeared into
the cushion and back up to her face. She did not seem to be at all surprised by
the feat, and yet his mind was racing at the utterly impossible scene he was
sighed, walked again out of the chair, and then turned to him. “As I said, sir,
I cannot.” She seemed to be growing in frustration, and yet he could not
understand it. It was he who had reason to be upset; she was not real, and yet
he could see her, talk to her. Fatigue taking over his momentary fright, Darcy
slid inelegantly into the chair again, this time dropping his head into his
this happening to me?” he groaned.
a good man, an honorable man. He was a responsible agent of his estate and
brother to his sister. He had not gone to Hertfordshire to become beguiled by a
country miss, nor did he see why he could not forget her. Darcy laughed without
humor. Looking up through the slits of his fingers at Elizabeth’s form still
visible to him, he thought, Forget her!
Ha! It is my mind now alongside my heart that might be in some danger.
phantom spoke then and he imagined with a hint of compassion in her voice.
“Sir, I can see my presence distresses you, and I assure you that, if it were
in my power to remove myself from you, I would.”
lifted his head and looked at her. He could not fault himself for creating such
a beautiful escape from reality. If he were to lose his mind, it would be a
comfort to know it was in pursuit of Miss Elizabeth. He sighed and stood,
closing the space between them in a few strides. He noticed she held her breath
at his advance, and a part of him wished that this reaction was not an
invention of his deteriorating mind.
Miss Elizabeth. I fear it is late and the morning will come soon enough. If it
is, as you say, that you are dreaming, then you will soon wake. And as for me,
sleep will cure my half of this strange sojourn.”
shrugged her lovely shoulders and nodded her head. “What shall we do to pass
the time then, sir?”
down onto her lovely face, Darcy realized his New Year’s wish had come true. He
was getting to see Elizabeth once again. A smile tugged at his lips, and he
resolved to enjoy the last of the evening. With luck, he would fall back asleep
and wake rested enough to have his sanity restored. Then, he determined, he
would endeavor to extinguish this fascination with Miss Elizabeth Bennet before
he truly did lose his mind.
smiled and gestured around him. “What think you of books?”
delight, she laughed. “Oh no, Mr. Darcy I am sure we never read the same or not
with the same feelings.”
settled himself back into his chair and again waved his hand toward the long
rows of shelving. “I am sorry you think so, but if that be the case, there can
at least be no want of subject.” He paused, taking in the brilliance in her
eyes, and said, “We may compare our different opinions.”
well, sir. What is your opinion of this book here?” He watched her walk towards
the small table where he had left the book he was currently working through
about Wellesley’s battles. His eyebrow rose as he turned to her.
have read the account, Miss Elizabeth? I am all astonished.”
smile was mischievous, and yet she answered smoothly, “I briefly felt my way
appreciated the way her lip twitched when she spoke, almost as if hiding a
secret. Still he tried to remind himself that, as she was a part of his own
imagination, she would have no secrets and that he should not be surprised to
have her choose a book he was reading. Sadly, it was only more proof that this
was all just a break from reality for him.
he wished to savor this time with her and so sat back and began a discussion.
He was surprised to note that, although he was imagining her presence before
him, his mind did not conjure her up to agree with him on all accounts. Her
opinions were sound, and though they did not always agree, he found the
conversation stimulating. She was certainly a remarkable lady, hallucination or
was astonished that the Darcy in her dreams was less patronizing than she
expected. He seemed to find her opinions and viewpoints interesting and even
enjoyed when she challenged him.
It was well after the clock struck four that their
discussions began to wane. Elizabeth could see that this warmer, more charming
Darcy was losing his battle with sleep. The fact that she remained without
fatigue made her smile. For all his reasons she was in his library, she was not
the one fading. As they spoke, there were times that he leaned his head back
against the cushions of the chair and listened to her. He would still respond,
eyes closed, and Elizabeth found that she was surprisingly glad for this, as it
became harder not to focus her eyes on his features the longer she remained in
his company. She remembered Jane’s asking her whether she thought he was
handsome after having danced with him at Netherfield, and she had responded, ‘He handsome? I should soon call Mr. Collins
But now that she observed him in the soft glow of the fire, she was
becoming much too aware of how false her statement was.
Mr. Darcy. I fear it is time for you to retire.” Her suggestion had double
motives, for she wagered that, if he were to retire, she could once again be
alone to enjoy her dream in solitude.
was all the response she was to expect.
smiled at him. It was easy to be charmed by this Darcy—for he was half-asleep!
“Sir, I am sure you are not comfortable where you are.”
shame that I will not see you again tomorrow, Elizabethhh.” His words slurred.
gasped, and her hand rose to her heart. She ought to rebuke him for using her
Christian name. But then she remembered this was a dream and he was clearly not
himself in his exhaustion. Laughing, Elizabeth shook her head. The bizarre
nature of this dream was softening her towards the man she swore to hate for all
if you were to at least change seats, sir. You will not find rest in that
chair.” Why am I concerned for his
comfort? He is not even real!
Elizabeth determined to care no more, but
then Darcy rose unsteadily to his feet and nodded at her.
growing alarm, he walked towards her. Unaccountably her heart began to beat
faster, and she clutched at her neck feeling her blush spread again across her
he breathed near her ear, only just not touching her. “I bid you…a goodnight.”
with that startling adieu
watched him step aside and slide easily into the chaise lounge beside her. His
steady breathing told her he had already fallen asleep. Only then did she
release the breath she had been holding.
you have it folks! Darcy is going mad
and Elizabeth is beside herself with the strange dream she is
experiencing. But what will happen in
the morning when both find that they are still bound together? Stay tuned for more excerpts and sneak peeks
later in the week on this blog tour.
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Mr. Darcy (2012)
KaraLynne’s first venture in to the world of book authorship. Bluebells
in the Mourning
(2013) came next and coming in the spring of 2014 is,
Haunting Mr. Darcy: A
admittedly a Darcy addict, she enjoys many things, such as: Mr. Knightly, Edmund
Bertram, Captain Wentworth, Mr. Tilney and John Thornton. She is happily
married to her own Mr. Darcy and together they share the insanity inducing
responsibility of raising four children.
Thanks so much, KaraLynne, for stopping by on your busy tour and giving us this 'sneak peek' of your book! It sounds excellent and I can hardly wait to read it! I wish you the best with this latest release!