Moira Bainchi |
Hello there!
Thanks for having me here, Maria Grazia! I love Italy and everything Italian,
including my hubs who has half-Portuguese-half-Italian heritage. I’m Brazilian,
love and live in Rio de Janeiro, have a healthy fixation with Darcy and Lizzy
since I first read Pride and Prejudice.
It was love at first line. When Austen told me exactly what was going on in Darcy's
head I fell for him. What I like most in P&P is their imperfection, how
real they seem. She is stubborn, strong-willed; he is haughty and conceited. Well,
he is also stubborn, she is also conceited… I can never tell who is more
prejudiced and who is more proud.
I spent years reading fanfic, silently at first and then commenting and
making friends until I gave in to a particular scene that looped in my head
constantly. From the barbecue sequence from
‘Friendship of a special kind’ to today, it’s been four years, countless short
stories and drabbles and six books; I can’t seem to leave Ms. Austen’s
characters alone. Neither they leave me… They talk to me in the wee hours of
the night, right before falling asleep and sometimes I dream a whole scene, a
whole plot even! A friend teases me saying I’m slightly crazy, I call it
inspiration.
The Prince of Pemberley has a touchy plot; not only a P&P ‘what if’,
but a major life what if as well. Considering everyone has a specific ‘orange half’ lost in the world, that
perfect matches are not optimistic delusion, what if you find yours too late?
Should you find mirth in the irony or do something about it?
I keep wandering about Darcy’s arrival in Meryton: What if he had chosen
to stay closer to Georgiana and, to save Jane from a sad marriage with Collins,
Elizabeth had accepted his offer (Oh, dear… *sigh*) – or even fallen prey of
Wickham. Darcy could have accepted to ask for Anne’s hand and they would only
meet when both were already committed.
That’s what ‘The Prince of Pemberley’ is about. Fate’s whimsical delays,
what’s written in the stars, leaps of faith, true love, the ardent desire to
reach out for a better life one can see but cannot have. Ultimately it’s about
second chances and deeming oneself worthy of grasping it.
It’s a modern story freely inspired in P&P where a British Darcy and
a Brazilian Elizabeth meet by mail when teenagers but life pushes them apart
for twenty years until, by chance, she finds him online. Their friendship
rekindles immediately, they unite their families, share the perks of adult life
and before they notice, desire is too strong to resist. That’s Book 1 –
Friends. Book 2 - Lovers - follows their struggle to live apart, continue as
merely friends or acknowledge the affair. When Book 3 – Partners - starts they
are divorced, and the struggle now is to make their life together possible
against all odds.
As my previous novels, I wrote a story I’d like to read with E&D together
since the beginning; it's about their relationship, how they manage to keep
together. And there is a zest of Brazil too, they are at times forward and
naughty; adults with a lot at stake. High hands, big bets.
It took me more than a year to wrap a decent first draft and countless
re-writings since that one. I’ve nagged my friends who have sadly been through
divorces, spent many evenings over wine discussing the characters and their
choices with my husband, researched online, dreamt, wept and laughed with them.
The result is a very heartwarming novel in three parts, hot and emotional,
funny and respectful to P&P.
I’ve got lovely covers, great paperback set and a lot of love for this
novel. I sincerely hope readers will find it rewarding to spend time with these
Darcy and Elizabeth.
Again, Maria dear, thank you so much for having me.
Here’s an excerpt from Book 1, a point when they start to realize
friendship is an excellent fuel to love.
Moira Bianchi
Exerpt
Book 1 – Chapter Seven (Simple pleasures)
“The
upscale restaurant he took her was an amazing place with stunning windows
overlooking the city and Darcy got them a table that oversaw the London Eye.
‘This place
is amazing!’ Elizabeth marveled sitting sideways to the big window while Darcy
took the seat facing it, at her side instead of in front of her.
‘Can I
order for you?’ He asked not waiting for her answer as the maître and a waiter
hovered around them. ‘Good evening, we’d like single malt whisky, 40 years.’
‘Good
evening, Mr. Darcy. I’m afraid we’re out of your favorite brand.’ Said the
maître. ‘I believe we have other good options though, sir.’
Darcy
pressed his lips and flickered his eyes from the man’s face to Elizabeth who
watched the exchange with mirth. ‘Bring me your best. The lady will want a
splash of soda.’
‘Very well,
sir. Would you like stones or water as well?’
Her ‘whisky lessons’ were beginning, then.
Elizabeth was making an effort not to giggle because the whole thing was
ridiculously presumptuous and somehow it made her giddy. She averted her eyes
to the city bellow and made an effort not to read any sensual promises in his
simple offer to teach her to drink a spirit he liked – obviously he simply
wanted to have her company in this too.
‘Soda is
not my first choice but I wasn’t sure if you’d like some.’ He said bringing her
back from her reflection on the window with the city lights as background.
Elizabeth shrugged and smiled. ‘Do you like whisky with soda?’
She frowned
so prettily that Darcy remembered her daughter. ‘Actually, I’ve never had
whisky.’
Darcy was
at first amused but then considered the weather in Brazil and thought beer was
probably better, especially because Elizabeth liked it almost frozen. ‘I’ll
teach you.’ She pressed her lips to contain laughter again. ‘What?’ He asked
smiling and pinched her arm over the table.
A single
bubble of laughter escaped her lips. ‘You teaching me to drink sound so…
naughty!’ She said and he was so surprised that he touched his fist to his
mouth not to laugh, but the wrinkles around his eyes gave away his mirth. ‘And
whisky of all things…’
‘Bart, only you can come up with these
things…’ He shook his head pressing a smile.
‘And this
place is so lush… Classy, handsome and old-fashioned, just like you!’
‘Ha.’ He
said without moving a muscle in his face. ‘Wait until you visit Pemberley.’
‘Is the old
farm as gorgeous as you?’ She wiggled her brows making him blush and contract
his face not to widen his smile. ‘Anne must be having a ball! I’m surprised she
lets you wander alone…’
‘She hasn’t
noticed.’ Darcy dismissed his friend’s teasing.
Elizabeth
clicked her tongue and shook her head just as the waiter brought them their
drinks. ‘Believe me, she did.’ She assured him watching the crystal bottle with
the rich caramel liquid and the many side items.
‘I don’t
think so.’ He insisted waving the waiter off and pouring them both a small
amount of whisky. ‘Here.’ He gave her a glass.
‘Pure?’ She
wrinkled her nose. ‘Cowboy?’
Darcy
chuckled. ‘If you never had whisky, first you need to get to know it. Swirl it
gently and try to inhale the aroma before taking a sip. A small sip, Bart.’
She nodded.
‘Like those wine snobs, right?’ She winked and brought the glass to her face.
He watched
intently as she briefly closed her eyes sniffing the spirit suspiciously at
first and then with more courage.
‘It smells
great.’ She said. ‘And strong.’
‘I’d like
you to have the other brand, it’s got more fruitiness. Maybe next time.’ He
said watching her. ‘Try it.’
As she
puckered her lips and tilted the glass gingerly until she sipped the amber
liquid, Darcy found himself holding a breath and parting his lips as if he was
the one about to invade her mouth. Teaching her to like whisky was a simple
manner to escape her outrageous taste in beer but the way she was doing it,
after she pointed it out that it sounded naughty, rendered him salivating.
She raised
her brows swallowing. ‘Wow.’ Elizabeth blinked lowering the heavy crystal glass
to the table.
He smiled
seeing her cheeks redden. ‘Strong?’
‘Yes…’ She
swallowed again, the lingering afterglow overwhelming her tongue. ‘I taste
some… vanilla?’
‘Probably.’
He nodded and took a sip himself. ‘Open your mouth slightly, Lizzy. Savor the finish.’ Darcy chuckled to himself.
‘That’s what my grandfather taught his grandsons.’ He reached the small crystal
bow and added a few grey rocks to his glass.
If maybe
his intentions weren’t on the gutter, the situation was very alluring. The
strong spirit warmed her insides, lingered in her mouth and filled her nose
enveloping Elizabeth in a fog of sensations. ‘You know, Fitz, every woman we’ve
passed noticed you. The horse faced blonde at the bar, the old cougar here on
my left, my friend Charlotte…’
He blushed
and shook his head. ‘And have you?’ He asked.
‘Fishing
for more compliments, King?’ “
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About the author
Moira
Bianchi is a 40-years-old architect and human engineer addicted to Jane
Austen’s Pride and Prejudice from the moment she first read ‘…Darcy had never been so bewitched by any
woman as he was by her.’ After years consuming Elizabeth Bennet and Mr.
Darcy in fanfiction, movies, TV series and what else; she decided to try her
hand on writing and loved it.
Married for
almost twenty years, mother to a tyrant prince of her own, Moira lives in Rio de
Janeiro, Brazil.
‘The Prince
of Pemberley is her sixth published story, fourth in Austen’s universe. Her
blog ‘www.moirabianchi.com’ has several extras and short stories from this
universe as well as many others, including her first adventure in petticoats – Love hurts – a Regency short romance.
8 comments:
Thanks, Maria! Hope The Prince of Pemberley enchants others as well!
Good luck on your Austen-inspired writing, Moira! Thanks for being my guest.
Sounds like such an interesting story! Would love to read the trilogy. Thanks for the giveaway opportunity!
Love P&P JAFF which keeps E&D together
Looks like a great book, I love modern stories!
Sounds like a great read.
The Cover is Beautiful. I Can't wait to get started
Thank you!
Denise
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