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| Jeanna Ellsworth Lake |
Thank you for the chance to share with you my latest release! The Hope Series Trilogy is a series of love stories where each character has to endure the hopelessness of unrequited love.
But where there is love, there is always hopeI thought I would give you one of
my favorite scenes in Hope for Mr. Darcy,
the first in the Hope Series Trilogy.
But I will have to give you a bit of background to help you understand the
dynamics of the environment. Darcy had
been refused the day before. The first part of the excerpt is from Elizabeth’s
perspective, while she is very ill and delusional.
However, every word and touch between Darcy and Elizabeth are actually happening in the real world where Darcy is questionably sane himself. (LOL – I mean who has ever suffered unrequited love is truly in their right mind??). The second section is from Darcy’s perspective and what is actually happening in the Collins’ parsonage sitting room. I would apologize for the length of it . . . but I think you might thank me instead! *wink wink
However, every word and touch between Darcy and Elizabeth are actually happening in the real world where Darcy is questionably sane himself. (LOL – I mean who has ever suffered unrequited love is truly in their right mind??). The second section is from Darcy’s perspective and what is actually happening in the Collins’ parsonage sitting room. I would apologize for the length of it . . . but I think you might thank me instead! *wink wink
Read an excerpt
Elizabeth
had felt alone for a brief moment. But no sooner had she called out for Mr.
Darcy, than he was right beside her again, his hand in hers again.
“Do
not fret, Elizabeth,” he whispered. “I am here.”
Elizabeth
opened her eyes and looked to her left, and sure enough, he was there. Her gaze
returned to the sun. “This is such a beautiful place. I believe I could stay
here forever. Do you ever stay here for long periods of time?”
“No,
not usually. But I will stay if you wish.”
Elizabeth
was sure she already knew that. This place seemed to effectively communicate
things with accuracy; she felt privileged to partake of it. She could hear
things without ears. She observed without seeing. Without speaking, she was
able to say exactly what she meant. Her heart spoke for her, yet she never felt
her lips move, although they might have out of habit. Her only limitation in
communicating in this garden was her ability to describe it.




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