Tuesday, 3 October 2017

MISTAKEN BLOG TOUR - VIGNETTE BY JESSIE LEWIS + GIVEAWAY


Thank you so much, Maria Grazia, for hosting the first leg of the blog tour for Mistaken. I’d like to celebrate the occasion by sharing with your readers a scene that didn’t make it into the finished novel. There were quite a number of outtakes strewn across my virtual cutting room floor by the time I finished writing; I thought this one would give readers a wonderful introduction to some of my favourite characters. It’s dated, as is every scene in Mistaken, so readers can place it within the story. In it, we join Colonel Fitzwilliam, his brother Lord Ashby and their incorrigible grandmother Tabitha Sinclair, as they discuss Darcy’s uncommon state of melancholy.
Jessie Lewis

Saturday, 30 May 1812: London
“Ho, Dickie! Just the man!”
Colonel Fitzwilliam excused himself from the conversation with his companions and turned to look for his brother in the crowds. It could only be Ashby; nobody else ever hailed him thus. Finding him was not difficult, for he was sitting as proud as a peacock in his largest, shiniest curricle, wearing in a hat of absurd elevation, a coat of the most outlandish azure and a cloth-of-gold cravat. He was very likely visible from France. Rather more surprising than his typically gaudy attire was his choice of companion. Ashby did not often trouble himself to entertain Mrs. Sinclair. 
“Well met, Brother,” Fitzwilliam called up as he reached the side of the vehicle. “And delightful to see you, Grandmother. ’Tis a fine day for taking the air.”
“There is not much air left to be had in this crush,” she replied, looking about at the throngs of passersby with a comical expression of slightly bemused contempt. “What on earth are all these people doing here?”
“’Tis the fashionable hour, madam. They are promenading.”
“That is one word for it, though not the one I would use.” She turned to her other grandson. “Is this why you insisted I come with you? To give you an excuse to parade yourself around like a great coxcomb in that ridiculous hat of yours?”
“No, indeed,” Ashby replied insouciantly. “I insisted you come because Father insisted that I insist. You are driving him to distraction, madam.”
“Am I?” she replied more cheerfully. “Oh good.”
Fitzwilliam chuckled when she winked at him. Resting a boot on the curricle’s first step, he leant an elbow on his knee and enquired, “For what is it that you believe me to be ‘just the man’ then, Ashby? Have you a war that needs fighting?”
“Not I, though my cousin seems to have foregone diplomacy in favour of hostilities, so you might need to take up arms in his defence.”
“Which cousin? And who is the enemy?”
“Darcy.”
“And the Gorgon of Kent,” Mrs. Sinclair added gleefully.
“Lady Catherine? I find that hard to believe. Darcy has ever been the most tolerant of her ways.”
“’Til now, mayhap,” Ashby replied. “But now her ladyship has discovered he does not mean to marry Anne, and it seems he did not take kindly to her attempts to scold him into compliance.”
“Darcy has never intended to marry Anne. What has brought the issue to the fore?” Fitzwilliam fancied he could guess. It was not two weeks since Darcy had confessed his heartbreak; it was too great a coincidence to think this was not connected in some way.
“My aunt has heard a report that he means to marry ‘a ghastly little upstart from Hertfordshire,’” Ashby informed him, veritably resonating with the joy of such delicious gossip.
Fitzwilliam licked his finger and rubbed at a smear on the rim of the carriage door. Elizabeth Bennet had much to answer for. “You know as well as I, Darcy would never condescend to marry anyone even remotely ghastly. Lady Catherine ought to know better.”
“She never has had much in the way of sense,” Mrs. Sinclair opined.
“Besides,” Ashby said, “by all accounts, Darcy’s defence of the woman has convinced her the report is true. Father says she is furious.”
“Oh, she is!” Mrs. Sinclair agreed. “I never saw her so angry, and I was there the day Sir Lewis gambled away her underclothes in a card game.”
“Well, that is very unfortunate,” Fitzwilliam said, “but I still do not see what you think qualifies me as ‘just the man.’ Surely you do not expect me to reason with her?”
“Of course not,” Ashby replied. “If she would not pay heed to Father, I hold no hope that she will listen to you or me. Since de Bourgh died, the only person to whom she has paid heed is Darcy, and I sincerely doubt, after this, he will be in any humour to speak to her again soon.”


“All the sense was evidently bestowed upon the Darcy side of the family,” Mrs. Sinclair opined. “No offence,” she added, reaching to pat Fitzwilliam’s cheek. “You inherited the Sinclair charm to make up for it.”
“Ha! Seems you were short-changed on all fronts, little brother,” Ashby scoffed. “At least I inherited the money.”
“I hope you have not spent it all on that preposterous coat. You might inherit the sharp end of my sword as well if you do not come to the point and tell me why I am ‘just the man.’”
Ashby flashed him a cocky smirk. “Who better to tell us what is really the matter with Darcy?” Both he and Mrs. Sinclair then fixed him with identical looks of expectation.
He lowered his foot to the ground and crossed his arms. “I have no idea what you mean.”
“You never were any good at lying, Dickie. It is obvious something is afoot, for I have never known Darcy as dull as he was at Father’s dinner two weeks ago. He barely spoke a word, even when Leighton began expostulating on the evils of Enclosure.”
Mrs. Sinclair nodded her agreement. “I must say, I recall him being far better company when he was younger. Most men grow out of petulance. He seems to have grown into it.”
“And I could have sworn he was half cut by the time he left.”
“I am surprised you noticed, Brother—you were cut to pieces by the third course,” Fitzwilliam replied. “Darcy had a headache that evening, nothing more.”
“You are fooling nobody. Do not think I have not heard about his scrape at Jackson’s. Darcy has not received serious injury in a fight since Nathaniel and he boxed each other off Pemberley’s veranda the summer before Mother died. If he has done so now, it is because he allowed it to happen.”
Fitzwilliam could not argue with that, so he did not.
Ashby gave a self-satisfied nod. “That and the way you are squirming in your regimentals lead me to suspect there is more truth to Lady Catherine’s claims than my father would believe.”
Curse his brother’s nose for scandal! “You must know I would not break Darcy’s confidence, even were I in it.”
“Oh, how excessively disappointing!” Mrs. Sinclair said abruptly and with the utmost disdain. “He is in love.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You would have told us were it aught else. Love is the only thing stupid enough to warrant your obstinacy in keeping it a secret—and the only thing dreadful enough to warrant his sulking.” She turned away from him to face the horses. “I have lost interest. Let us talk of something else.”
“Nay,” Ashby objected, “let us talk of this, now we have got to the crux of it at last. Is it this upstart from Hertfordshire with whom he is involved?”
“I did not say there was a woman involved.”
“Neither did you deny it. Is she truly the penniless niece of a tradesman? Are her connections truly that dire?”
“Well, if they are not now, they soon will be, for she will gain the devil of an aunt with the husband,” Mrs. Sinclair said huffily.
“What does it matter what her connections are?” Fitzwilliam replied impatiently. Darcy would never be required to contend with the ignominy of Elizabeth Bennet’s low connections, for Elizabeth Bennet did not want him!
“So there is a woman involved?”
He bit back an imprecation and feigned an easiness he did not feel. “What would you do about it if there were? You could never talk Darcy out of it.”
Ashby shrugged. “Probably not, but forewarned is forearmed. You of all people ought to know that. I would know if Darcy is about to make a fool of me.”
Fitzwilliam eyed his brother’s hat and privately challenged anyone to make a greater fool of him than he already had himself. “I am sorry to disappoint you, Brother, but I can say with authority that Darcy is not engaged to anybody and certainly not to a fortuneless young nobody from Hertfordshire.” He vividly recalled the wretchedness with which Darcy had admitted as much. “The most you must prepare for is Lady Catherine’s disappointment.”
Ashby snorted. “’Tis not I who must prepare for that. You are the last unattached male cousin—and Anne will need to marry somebody.”
“Over my dead body!” cried Mrs. Sinclair, forgetting her tiff and twisting in her seat to glare angrily at Ashby.
“Make certain not to repeat that in my father’s hearing,” he warned her, unperturbed by her displeasure. “It will only see Dickie down the aisle sooner.”
Mrs. Sinclair returned to facing forward in high dudgeon. “For heaven's sake, take me home, boy, before I am asphyxiated by foppery.”

Fitzwilliam watched them roll off through the park with a resigned sigh. He hoped Darcy would be suitably grateful that the secret of his disappointed hopes had been preserved only by dint of him skewering himself squarely on Lady Catherine’s.



About the Book

Fitzwilliam Darcy is a single man in possession of a good fortune, a broken heart, and tattered pride. Elizabeth Bennet is a young lady in possession of a superior wit, flawed judgement, and a growing list of unwanted suitors. With a tempestuous acquaintance, the merciless censure of each other’s character, and the unenviable distinction of a failed proposal behind them, they have parted ways on seemingly irreparable terms. Despairing of a felicitous resolution for themselves, they both attend with great energy to rekindling the courtship between Darcy’s friend Mr. Bingley and Elizabeth’s sister Jane.

Regrettably, people are predisposed to mistake one another, and rarely can two be so conveniently manoeuvred into love without some manner of misunderstanding arising. Jane, crossed in love once already, is wary of Bingley’s renewed attentions. Mistaking her guardedness for indifference, Bingley is drawn to Elizabeth’s livelier company; rapidly, the defects in their own characters become the least of the impediments to Darcy and Elizabeth’s happiness.

Debut author Jessie Lewis’s Mistaken invites us to laugh along with Elizabeth Bennet at the follies, nonsense, whims, and inconsistencies of characters both familiar and new in this witty and romantic take on Jane Austen’s beloved Pride and Prejudice.

About the Author 

I’ve always loved words—reading them, writing them, and as my friends and family will wearily attest, speaking them. I dabbled in poetry during my angst-ridden teenage years, but it wasn’t until college that I truly came to comprehend the potency of the English language.
That appreciation materialised into something more tangible one dark wintry evening whilst I was making a papier-mâché Octonauts Gup-A (Google it—you’ll be impressed) for my son, and watching a rerun of Pride and Prejudice on TV. Fired up by the remembrance of Austen’s genius with words, I dug out my copy of the novel and in short order had been inspired to set my mind to writing in earnest. I began work on a Regency romance based on Austen’s timeless classic, and my debut novel Mistaken is the result.
The Regency period continues to fascinate me, and I spend a good deal of my time cavorting about there in my daydreams, imagining all manner of misadventures. The rest of the time I can be found at home in Hertfordshire, where I live with my husband, two children, and an out-of-tune piano. You can check out my musings on the absurdities of language and life on my blog, Life in Words, or you can drop me a line on Twitter, @JessieWriter or on my Facebook page, Jessie Lewis Author,  or on Goodreads, Jessie Lewis.


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21 comments:

Maria said...

Excited to follow this blog tour and read this new Austenesque book! ;)

Vesper Meikle said...

The Colonel, the best friend ever

Amy Dorazio said...

Great excerpt Jessie! Love Mistaken and am so excited to see this tour kicking off!

Jan Ashton said...

Awesome peek behind the scenes, Jessie! Lots of fun to see the interactions of the (mostly) clever Fitzwilliams. Congratulations on the blog tour's kickoff!

Karen M Cox said...

Sounds intriguing!

KateB said...

I am excited about this tour. Great excerpt Jessie! And the cover is beautiful.
Congratulations on the release of this great book.

Mary said...

Jessie,

Poor Richard,having to fend off questions about Darcy's love life,or lack there of!

It's bad enough that there's an element of truth to be found in the rumour,what makes it so painful is the fact that nothing would give Darcy more pleasure,satisfaction or happiness were it completely true and he was actually engaged to a penniless girl from Hertfordshire! He would joyfully proclaim it from the rooftops,all the way from Gracechurch Street to Hyde Park!

Love the premise of this book and am really looking forward to reading it.

Best of luck with it and your future writing endeavours! 😊☘

Janet T said...

Thanks for hosting and kicking off the tour, Maria! Good job, as always.

Loved the outtake, Jessie! Thank you for putting where it would have come in the book. Too bad it got cut!. I can already tell I will like Tabitha Sinclair! :)

darcybennett said...

Enjoyed the vignette and love the character of Mrs Sinclair.

Jessie said...

Thanks so much everyone! And thank you Maria for hosting me here at My Jane Austen Book Club. It's a delight to share some of the material that otherwise wouldn't have seen the light of day. Besides, Tabitha gets tetchy if she doesn't get enough attention ;)

Leah Pruett said...

Holy cow, this sounds amazing! Can't wait to read it!

Danielle said...

Thanks so much for the preview! I think this is going to be a great read....for one of my Monday's at the beach!!!

Jo's Daughter said...

How prommissing, loved to “see” more of the Colonel :)

Jessie said...

Thank you Leah, Danielle and Jo's Daughter, who all posted while I was asleep last night. I certainly hope the Colonel will brighten up those idyllic afternoons at the beach-along with the rest of the cast! Thanks all for popping in :)

Anonymous said...

I am so glad I found this! I have been following the wonderful reviews of this book on Amazon and had already put it on my "Must Read" list and now I am even more looking forward to it.

It's a joy to find such good writing.

And what a fabulaous cover.

Everything about this book looks exciting.

ColleenL said...

Congrats on the release! Can't wait to read it!

Jessie said...

Thank you ladies! The cover is the lovely creation of Zorylee Diaz-Lupitou and she's done a wonderful job of creating the lighter side of the story with the fresh colours and quirky characters. I do hope you enjoy the read!

Lúthien84 said...

What a fun and entertaining scene, Jessie. I really wish this vignette has not cut off from the book.

Jessie said...

Ah, thank you Luthien! I'll let you into a secret ... when I finished the first draft of Mistaken it was over 300,000 words long!! There are so many scenes I love that I wish I hadn't had to cut, but I'd have been rivalling War and Peace for length if I hadn't lopped them out! Really glad you enjoyed this one - thanks for dropping in to leave a comment :)

Dung Vu said...

Love Colonel Fitzwilliam. Thanks for sharing that scene. I can't wait to read the novel!

Jessie said...

Thanks Dung Vu! I hope you enjoy the whole book just as much :)