I admit it. I love
autumn. I live in North Carolina where for the past two summers we have had a
string of 90+ degrees days. This year, since May 27, we have had 82 such days.
The lowest temperature we have experienced in three months is 83. So, I am thankful
for the latter days of September and the early days of October when the heat
and the humidity take a backseat. We will still receive a few days of 85+
degrees until November, but the heat eases, and people start thinking of the
upcoming holidays.
Moreover, in my family,
we have a series of birthdays between now and year’s end. I turned a sweet 69 years on
September 17. [There was a time I thought being 69 meant one was ANCIENT! Not
so much now.] My granddaughter Annalise turns 3 in early October. My stepson
Tim will be 40 on Halloween. My grandson James will be 5 in early November, and
his father (my son) Josh will be 32 in mid November. We have Thanksgiving in
the States at the end of November [which included my late mother’s birthday] and Christmas in December. And
the much anticipated event at the beginning of January will be a new
grandchild. So you can see how my heart grows lighter once the heat of summer
disappears.
On one of those recent
hot summer evenings, I was speaking to my long time friend Charlotte on the
phone, and is customary between us, we were reminiscing about some crazy antics
from our childhood. Soon, I was telling her about the year I received four
Easter baskets. This was a monumental event for my parents were separated in a
time when divorce was still not “accepted.” My mother did not
know whether she could scrap up enough money to purchase an Easter basket, and
so she had prepared me for disappointment. Then God smiled on my 10-year-old
self for my grandfather bought me a basket, our neighbors, who had no children
of their own, did likewise, the woman for whom my mother worked presented me
with a third one, and my mother was the bearer of the fourth. It was too much
chocolate for one child, but I rationed it out to last a LONG time. What was
odd about each was that somehow the little note from the presenters were mixed
up, and I kept thanking the wrong people for the chocolate bunnies or the jelly
beans. Soon the situation became a family source of laughter.
After our conversation
between Charlotte and me ended, I held that special moment with me for several
hours and into my slumber. As is customary for my writing, soon the idea for a
new novel took root, and I decided to write a light-hearted sweet Christmas
story with Darcy and Elizabeth. In this tale of Mr. Darcy’s Present, Darcy purchases a small gift for Elizabeth, one he
never expects to present her - more one to ease his troubled soul after her
rejection of his hand. Unfortunately, the note he sets with the gift becomes
mixed up with the ones intended for Georgiana, Anne de Bourgh, and Darcy’s long-time friend Mrs. Osborne. Each of
the women receives the wrong note, which causes our favorite hero more than one
embarrassing moment.
So, here is a sample of
Darcy’s dilemma. I hope
you enjoy it.
Regina Jeffers
Read an excerpt
He set Bingley’s letter aside and quickly read through the
other three. Deciding he could do no more until he summoned Shefeld to be his
scribe in Bingley’s absence, he
carried all four pieces to his study to search through his ledger for the
necessary information for his correspondence. However, the empty table where
the gifts once rested brought him up short. Swallowing hard against the
realization the gift for Elizabeth was also among the missing, he turned to a
passing footman to say, “Please ask Mr. Thacker and Mr. Sheffield to attend me
here immediately.”
Darcy braced his weight against the
doorframe for he did not think his legs would support him. “Surely there is a logical
explanation,” he murmured to
still the racing of his heart.
An out of breath Thacker came to a halt
behind Darcy. “Is
there something amiss, Mr. Darcy?”
Darcy did not look upon his servant.
Thacker’s tone spoke of
the butler’s concern. “May I inquire of the
items that were on the table only yesterday?”
Thacker responded in uncertainty. “As Christmas Eve day is
but four days hence, you instructed Mr. Sheffield to dispatch the assortment to
the proper parties, sir. With the assistance of Mrs. Guthrie and one of the
maids, the items were wrapped with paper and string. Mr. Sheffield made certain
each parcel had the proper directions while I arranged for the various riders.
Even Miss Darcy’s items were sent
ahead to Rosings, sir.”
Cautiously, Darcy asked, “There were several items
without a recipient’s name. What of
those?”
“I cannot say, sir. But here comes Mr.
Sheffield. He can speak to your concerns.”
Thinking it best that he interview his
valet in private, Darcy motioned Sheffield into the room and closed the door. “Has something amiss
occurred, sir?” Sheffield asked with the
confidence of a long employed upper servant. Darcy walked toward the far side
of the room to prevent anyone from eavesdropping at the door, and Sheffield
followed with Darcy’s prompting. “Mr. Thacker informed me
that you organized the distribution of the gifts you purchased in my name. Is
that correct?”
“Yes, sir.” The confidence had disappeared from the
valet’s features. “You presented me specific
instructions last evening when you summoned me to assist with your undressing.”
“The same evening hours that, by your own
words, I consumed both laudanum and brandy?”
Sheffield swallowed harder. “Yes, sir, but in my defense, at the time
you did not appear unclear with your wishes. It was only after you did not wake
promptly this morning and after Mrs. Guthrie mentioned your consumption of the
brandy that I knew alarm. Your breathing was very shallow for several hours. I
asked Thacker to place Nott on alert, but although you refused to arouse
completely, Nott assured us it was only a matter of time for the dosage of
laudanum to wear away.”
Darcy grumbled, “No more laudanum!”
“But Doctor Nott says...” Shef eld began.
“No more!” Darcy demanded. “Although I admire Nott’s noted knowledge, the physician is too
free in dispensing the opiate, and I specifically requested that I not consume
the mixture again. I do not appreciate your undermining my orders, even when
you think you are serving my interests.” Darcy shot a glance again to the table,
almost wishing to view the book and the pin still upon it. “So when exactly did you
send out the parcels?”
“All were on their way by nine of the clock,
sir.”
His servant’s eyes were upon the floor.
“I thought you watched over me?” Darcy asked suspiciously.
“Last evening, after leaving your quarters,
I came to your study and wrote out a list of the necessary directions for each
parcel. I thought it odd that you chose to post the items for the Matlocks and
the De Boughs, as you would customarily place them in your carriage, but I
assumed you worried that your injuries could cause you a delay.”
Darcy asked the question to which he had no
desire to know the answer for it would turn his life upside down. “And what of the book and
the stick pin? The card held no recipient’s name.”
“As neither you or Mr. Bingley chose to sign
the card, I assumed the items a gift for someone special. You did not use the
initialed cards for that one particular gift. After Mr. Bingley’s man told Thacker that his master was to
Hertfordshire, your instructions of last evening for the gift to be sent in
Miss Elizabeth’s care made more
sense.”
Dread settled in Darcy’s chest. “To Miss Elizabeth? I told you to have the
presentation sent into Miss Elizabeth Bennet’s care?”
Confusion returned to Sheffield’s features. “Yes, sir.”
“Again,” Darcy demanded, “this occurred last evening, before I took
to my bed?” Darcy did not yet
know whether to sack everyone involved or to laugh at the absurdity of the
situation.
Sheffield cleared his throat a second time. “Did you not assist in Mr.
Bingley’s pursuit of Miss
Bennet? It was all quite obvious to the gentleman’s staff in Hertfordshire that Mr. Bingley
held the lady in regard. I assumed the message was on the plain card and not
signed because Mr. Bingley had yet to know the lady’s heart. You instructed Mr. Bingley, did
you not, sir, that a book of poetry, which women appreciate more than men, and
an engagement jeweled pin, a gift ‘not too ornate,’ as you declared would be perfect to earn
Miss Bennet’s regard. I
supposed Mr. Bingley left instructions to send the gift to the lady’s sister, for Miss Elizabeth would have
most certainly agreed to assist in Mr. Bingley’s efforts. Mr. Bingley could not offer Miss
Bennet the gift until there was an understanding between him and the lady, and
with Christmastide, the gentleman would not wish to risk having no gift when
the lady accepted his hand. What other explanation could there be?”
About the book: Mr Darcy's Present
The Greatest Present He Would Ever Receive is the Gift of Her Love…
What if Mr. Darcy purchased a gift for Elizabeth Bennet to acknowledge the festive days even though he knows he will never present it to her? What if the gift is posted to the lady by his servants and without his knowledge? What if the enclosed card was meant for another and is more suggestive than a gentleman should share with an unmarried lady? Join Darcy and Elizabeth, for a holiday romp, loaded with delightful twists and turns no one expects, but one in which our favorite couple take a very different path in thwarting George Wickham and Lydia Bennet’s elopement. Can a simple book of poetry be Darcy’s means to win Elizabeth’s love? When we care more for another than ourselves, the seeds of love have an opportunity to blossom.
Words of Praise for Mr. Darcy’s Present…
Jeffers takes a familiar story and reinvigorates it with humor, warmth, and wisdom.
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About the Author: Regina Jeffers
With
30 books to her credit, Regina Jeffers is an award-winning author of historical
cozy mysteries, Austenesque sequels and retellings, as well as Regency
era-based romantic suspense. A teacher for thirty-nine years, Jeffers often
serves as a consultant for Language Arts and Media Literacy programs. With
multiple degrees, Regina has been a Time Warner Star Teacher, Columbus (OH)
Teacher of the Year, and a Martha Holden Jennings Scholar and a Smithsonian
presenter. In 2016, she was a finalist for both the Daphne du Maurier Award for
Excellence in Mystery/Suspense and for the Frank Yerby Award for Fiction.
You may connect with Regina at…
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21 comments:
I once received 3 birthday cakes, which I just loved! As I mentioned before, you gotta have cake on your birthday, so 3 is triple the fun.
I would love to win a copy of your book. Thanks for the giveaway chance.
Actually, that should be "triple the YUM".
Triple anything (other than a punishment) for a child will set this little hearts aglow. Good luck with the giveaway, Ginna.
I can't wait to read this! Love all her books!
I appreciate the kind words, Laura. Good luck in the giveaway.
fantastic excerpt!
denise
Been following Regina's book tour and can't wait to read her new book! Congrats on the publication.
I've really enjoyed the other books you have written Regina and I can't wait to read this one as well. Keep writing!!!
Glad I could tempt you more, Denise.
PRISCILLA, I APPRECIATE YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT.
I am writing daily, Danielle. I have a rerelease of my vampiric tale coming in October and a new Austen title in November. Plus, I have 3 separate Works in Progress. #amwriting
I can not help but laugh after reading the excerpt! Poor Mr. Darcy!
Our Darcy is in for more than one surprise.
I love the cover. It's sooo cute! I think this book sound super!
I can't wait to get this book, I'm dying to see what an avalanche will be started from one present
The cover is from Victoria Cooper Art.
There is more than one mix-up, Tgruy.
Oh Regina! I cannot wait to dive in to this juicy story. What is our favorite couple going to do? Congratulations!
Oh what a dilemma for Darcy! The poor guy was under the influence of brandy and laudanum... What a tess! You left us wanting more!
Happy belated birthday as well! Hope you had a wonderful time celebrating!
Our favorite couple, Becky are rushing head on into each other's arms.
Thanks for the birthday wishes, Dung.
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