Book
Blurb
“I don’t know why I ever thought we made sense.”
Smart,
educated people are fools in love, especially when they’re mired in denial and
misunderstanding.
In this modern spin on Jane Austen’s classic tale, Elizabeth
Bennet, a grad student with literary aspirations, has found her big career
break—and broken up with yet another forgettable boyfriend. While grateful for
the professional lifeline thrown by sports agent George Wickham, she is
intrigued by the man she calls Mr. Noir.
Fitzwilliam Darcy, marked by tragedy, is a man accustomed to
living his life in the spotlight even as his heart dwells on the dark side of
loneliness. When he first meets Elizabeth, he thinks she looks like “a
bloody pumpkin,” but he soon sees so much more. She, however, can’t even decide what to call him. Mr. Noir? Nurse Darcy?
Sleazy British playboy? Ferdinand?
“So, it’s Fitzwilliam, right? That’s an amazing
name, you know. Which came first—the name or the accent?”
He looked at her.
“Oh, come on. It’s like the name of a
subdivision or a sofa at Pottery Barn. `Please note the extra firm cushions on
The Fitzwilliam.’”
