Feel the Drama

Be ready to laugh, cry, rage, and fall in love.

An unimaginable love followed by a heartbreaking tragedy, then learning to pick up the pieces and love again. ~ On Equal Ground

A gripping family saga that will hold you captive till the very last page. ~ Sons of Pemberley

A father who must settle his daughters before his death, and the lengths he will go to to achieve his aims. ~ Unwilling

Read these books if you like: 

💠Epic family sagas

💠Finding your way through difficult situations

💠 Arranged marriage

💠Once-in-a-generation loves

💠Honorable heroes

💠Lonely billionaires

💠Age gap romance 

💠Widow finding love again

 

Excerpt from Unwilling:

Unwilling

“I enjoyed dinner very much,” he said.

“I am glad. My mother will be pleased. She enjoys hosting.”

“She was a very able hostess and the meal was quite fine, but I enjoyed the company more.”

She smiled warmly at him and he could not resist placing his hand over hers on the cushion.

“Elizabeth, you are lovely,” he said softly, his body turned in her direction.

She blushed and looked down. “You flatter me, Mr. Darcy.”

“I speak the truth. And my name is Fitzwilliam.”

She laughed. “Yes, I’ve noticed you’ve wasted no time at all calling me Elizabeth.”

“What do you mean?”

“Simply that as soon as I accepted your proposal, I was Elizabeth to you. You have not called me Miss Bennet or Miss Elizabeth once. You are very good at the proprieties, Mr. Darcy,” she said teasingly.

“Not all the proprieties, Miss Bennet.” She raised a brow in question and he looked around the empty room, raising his own brow in response.

She flushed again, annoyed at herself for this ridiculous tendency, and answered, “Touché, Fitzwilliam.”

He smiled when she said his name and scooted a little closer, moving their joined hands to his knee. “Propriety has its place, but there are times when it should be set aside.”

“Really? Like when?”

“When a man desperately wishes to kiss his betrothed.”

Her mouth formed a silent ‘O’ and she looked at him wide-eyed, her mouth going just a little dry.

“Elizabeth,” he whispered, leaning closer and closer until looking at him made her eyes cross. She closed her eyes and the next thing she knew there was a warm, soft sensation on her lips, and then it was over.

“Oh,” she said after opening her eyes.

He smiled and squeezed her hand. “I am pleased to be your first kiss.”

“How do you know you are my first kiss?”

“Some things are evident, my dear.”

She flushed in embarrassment and looked away, saying indignantly, “Would you prefer a woman who kissed every man she came across?” He laughed. A deep, happy sound that echoed across the empty room. She stood to leave. “I am glad you are amused, Mr. Darcy. Excuse me.” But was stopped by his hand grasping hers.

“Don’t be angry, darling. Come here.” He pulled her down next to him on the sofa and she went grudgingly, her body small and stiff next to his. He couldn’t help chuckling again and turned her chin gently towards him. He stroked her cheek softly as his laughter faded and she eventually raised her eyes to his. He traced his fingers over her lips and looked at her questioningly. “May I?”

She nodded reluctantly and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, first one and then the other, before kissing her more fully. She stayed stiff and immobile, refusing to give him the satisfaction of returning his kiss if he was only going to make fun of her.

He chuckled again and said quietly, “My beautiful, stubborn little woman. You are right.” Her eyes snapped to his. “I would not like a woman who kissed every man she came across, but I would like a woman who kissed the one she was engaged to.”

He kissed her again, swiftly, and pulled back to smile at her charmingly, as if he knew a great joke that she couldn’t possibly understand.

“I am not stubborn,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. He laughed again.

“Whatever you say, my love.” He leaned back and crossed one leg over his knee, the very picture of relaxation and comfort, which only vexed Elizabeth more, as she was feeling decidedly tense and uncomfortable.

Taking advantage of his repose, she rose swiftly and crossed the room to the instrument.

“I shall play for you,” she said simply.

“Very well,” he replied.

“Thank you for the permission,” she said.

 

This Bundle Includes:

✔️ On Equal Ground

✔️ Sons of Pemberley

✔️ Unwilling

✔️ Bonus! Meryton Vignettes