Celebrating the Release of “The Prosecution of Mr. Darcy’s Cousin” with an Excerpt +a Giveaway

homepage_horse2-300x161The release of this title was a long journey. You see, I wrote the book while I was still under contract to Ulysses Press, but they made a business decision only to publish non-fiction in the future. Therefore, they chose to exercise their right of first refusal. With Ulysses’ permission, last October, I set about submitting the manuscript to a variety of publishers. At length, Pegasus Books picked up the option for the book’s release. Then the edits started, changes to the interior design, changes to the cover, etc. Finally, I am pleased to bring it to you. Personally, I think it is one of my best, and I hope you like my “darling child” as much as I do. 

ProsecutionDarcysCousin Jeffers iconFitzwilliam Darcy is enjoying his marital bliss. His wife, the former Elizabeth Bennet, presented him two sons and a world of contentment. All is well until “aggravation” rears its head when Darcy receives a note of urgency from his sister Georgiana. In truth, Darcy never fully approved of Georgiana’s joining with their cousin, Major General Edward Fitzwilliam, for Darcy assumed the major general held Georgiana at arm’s length, dooming Darcy’s sister to a life of unhappiness.

Dutifully, Darcy and Elizabeth rush to Georgiana’s side when the major general leaves his wife and daughter behind, with no word of his whereabouts and no hopes of Edward’s return. Forced to seek his cousin in the slews of London’s underbelly, at length, Darcy discovers the major general and returns Fitzwilliam to his family.

Even so, the Darcys’ troubles are far from over. During the major general’s absence from home, witnesses note Fitzwilliam’s presence in the area of two horrific murders. When Edward Fitzwilliam is arrested for the crimes, Darcy must discover the real culprit before his cousin is hanged for the crimes and the Fitzwilliam name marked with shame.

Excerpt (Scene ~ Elizabeth observes Georgiana in the nursery at Yadkin Hall. Georgiana’s husband, Major General Fitzwilliam, abandoned his wife and child.) 
          Georgiana did not realize Elizabeth was in the nursery when the girl entered: Elizabeth came to sit on the floor beside Bennet’s bed to rest a comforting hand on her son after the child awakened with dreams of dragons. Elizabeth sat in the dark shadows and silently observed her sister-in-marriage.
          Although in obvious turmoil, Georgiana closed her eyes to listen to the soft “snore” of her daughter. Earlier Darcy’s sister admitted to Elizabeth that since the major general’s exit, only quiet moments with their child brought Georgiana any harmony. During the day’s growing tension, Georgiana insisted they would receive word from Darcy in the late post, but Elizabeth reasoned Darcy was in the Capital less than a day.
          “It is too soon,” Elizabeth insisted, despite the look of hope upon the girl’s countenance.
          Poor Georgiana! Darcy’s sister convinced her foolish heart that if Edward meant to return, he would do so when Darcy confronted him.
          Over the four years of Elizabeth’s dwelling at Pemberley, she learned something of the girl’s nature: Georgiana always professed to be a very practical woman, one who recognized how life’s troubles made a person stronger; however, Elizabeth knew at her core that the girl possessed a romantic heart. Lamentably, when Georgiana married the major general, Darcy’s sister assumed her husband possessed the same sensible nature, as did all the Fitzwilliam men. Needless to say, the girl erred.
          Elizabeth watched as Georgiana hugged herself tightly and stared down upon her sleeping child.                                                   Georgiana’s earlier tear-filled confession in a moment of weakness surprised Elizabeth. The girl spoke of a most troubling incident.
          “I suppose I should not say this,” Georgiana whispered through a hiccuping sob and her painful admittance. “But I know you will forgive me for being so forward. I must tell someone.”
          “I am as always your confidant,” Elizabeth assured.
          With downcast eyes, Georgiana confessed.
          “It is wanton of me to say, but I miss the exquisite feel of Edward’s hand upon my skin and the sound of his voice as he calls my name. I miss all the little things, Elizabeth: The gurgle of a snore when he sleeps, the way his eyes meet mine, even in a crowded room. With him, I knew the end of loneliness, a feeling, which haunted me my entire life. My mother’s early passing marked me as a single.”
          Bitterness laced the girl’s tone.
          “As you will recall from my girlish confessions in those early days of our acquaintance, I fell in love with my cousin when I was but fourteen, but Edward was seven and twenty at the time, and he had a life in Town. It was the pain of young love thwarted, which drove me to foster a relationship with George Wickham, an act that nearly ruined my chances of knowing my cousin’s tenderness. Lacking the sensibility of one more mature to recognize the foolishness of my choices, I sought the familiarity of Mr. Wickham’s acquaintance to replace the love I thought never to possess.”
         At the time, Elizabeth wondered if the same could not be said of Georgiana’s choice of Edward: Neither Georgiana nor the major general was prepared to know a deep, trusting love.
         With a shudder of dread, the girl continued.
        “Elizabeth, I must speak of what occurred at Yadkin Hall or I shall go mad. However, you must promise me you will not share what I say with Darcy. My brother would act with honor, and one of us would wear widow weeds.”
        “You have my word,” Elizabeth assured. “If I may be of service to you, speak from your heart.”
         However, Elizabeth possessed no idea how far the situation at Yadkin Hall deteriorated.
         As Georgiana’s tears increased, Darcy’s sister buried her forehead into Elizabeth’s shoulders.
         “One day, perhaps a fortnight prior, I innocently strolled into the estate chapel to say my prayers; instead, I found Edward kneeling at the altar, a gun positioned beneath his chin.”
          Her sister in marriage’s pronouncement shook Elizabeth’s customary resolve. How had things come to know such an end?
          “I heard my husband cock the hammer, and pure terror filled me. Do you see? Edward thought to take his life. Here I was thinking we found happiness—that having me as his wife pleased him.”
   Georgiana laced her fingers through Elizabeth’s, and Elizabeth held tight to both her growing anxiousness and the girl’s hand.
         “I was afraid to call out–afraid my voice might jar Edward into action. I watched in interested horror, praying my husband would not pull the trigger. Unable to say anything, I backed from the vestibule, and then I pretended to approach again, this time, humming the lullaby I sing to our child at night. I meant the song to serve as a reminder of the good things in our life. It was all of which I could think to prevent Edward’s dudgeon claiming him. As I reentered the chapel, the major general returned the gun to a pocket and plastered a smile of greeting upon his lips; yet, I am no longer so naïve.”
           “Have you also known the major general’s ire,” Elizabeth asked as Georgiana hid her face deeper in Elizabeth’s shoulder.
Elizabeth prompted Georgiana’s response.
           “I apologize for my impertinence, but I noticed earlier that you do not move with your customary grace, as if you suffered a fall, and there is the remnants of a bruise, which appears to be fingerprints, upon your arm, just above your sleeve.”
           “Please tell me Darcy did not observe what you did!”
“Men are not so sharp-eyed as they would like to think,” Elizabeth assured.
           “It was my fault,” Georgiana declared. “I wished to know whether Edward was happy in Oxfordshire or not, and my shrewish tongue was too much for my husband to bear. He did not strike me, Elizabeth. I swear it is true. I stepped into Edward’s path when he meant to quit the room, and he shoved me from his way. I hit the wall to the left of the hearth in his quarters. The look upon the major general’s countenance spoke of instant regret, and all I suffered were a few bruises. You must not speak to Darcy of this, but I believe the incident and the one earlier in the chapel precipitated Edward’s speedy exit. If Darcy knew of the incident, my brother would defend my honor against my husband, and I would lose one of the two men I love most dearly.”
           Georgiana’s voice in the darkness brought Elizabeth to the present.
  “I can tolerate the pain of knowing Edward’s displeasure.”
           As Elizabeth looked on from the silent corner, Georgiana traced the curve of Colleen’s cheek.
           “If your Papa will simply return to us, I can bear it all.”
           Elizabeth never witnessed Darcy’s sister so distraught.
           “There is room in my heart for one more private ache. All I wish is for you, my Sweet One, to know your father’s love. I can live without love if Edward would return for you. A child should never spend her life without knowing both her parents’ affections.”
          Elizabeth felt tears forming in her eyes. Georgiana concealed her deepest pains, even from her brother. The girl suffered dearly from being the cause of her mother’s death.
          Quietly, Georgiana moved to where she could look out upon the night, and Elizabeth sank deeper into the shadows. In the moonlight, Elizabeth could observe how worry and pretense left its mark upon Georgiana’s features. Harsh lines appeared around her sister’s eyes. The girl shivered before resting her forehead against the glass.
          “The major general thinks I do not know he reaches for me only when he wishes to silence my questions.”
          Georgiana’s tone spoke of the heartache of unfulfilled dreams.
          “All, which remains, is the hollowness I knew all my life.”
           The girl sighed in acceptance.
           “Sixteen months,” Georgiana admitted in chastising tones. “I had sixteen months of happiness. It is enough. I have Colleen and Darcy and Elizabeth and my nephews. It is foolish for me to think I could also claim Edward’s love. I must not covet what others possess. I must make myself act with Christian forgiveness and make my marriage as tolerable as possible.”

Now, for the giveaway! I have three autographed copies up for grabs. The giveaway will end Friday, June 26, at midnight EDST. 

86 Responses to Celebrating the Release of “The Prosecution of Mr. Darcy’s Cousin” with an Excerpt +a Giveaway

  1. I missed this somewhere, sometime but in reading this my heart aches for his family. PTSD? Scenes from the battlefield? I do look forward to the resolution of this trauma and his return to his family.

  2. Congratulations Regina ….. I know it is hard work and a great deal of creative juices that are expended. However, you always pull it off and we all are eternally grateful. My cousin, Kevin, will now have another of your wonderful stories to read, as will I …… Thank you again for your time and devotion. Love Judith Thomas de Neville.

  3. Congrats on the new release! That excerpt just tugs at your heart for Georgiana! Thank you for the giveaway!

  4. Congrats again on the publication of The Prosecution of Mr. Darcy’s Cousin, Regina. I feel for Georgiana’s pain and suffering and things will turn out better for the sake of her daughter. A signed paperback copy from you would be a nice addition to my growing library of JAFF novels.

  5. My two favorite genres are historical romance and mysteries and having them both in a JAFF is almost as perfect a pairing as Lizzy and Darcy! Thanks for the chance to win.

  6. Congratulations of the new release, Regina! I already have the book on Kindle but that glorious cover is irresistible and I’d LOVE to own it as a signed paperback! This gripping story has everything and I’m entranced with the wealth of historical detail. Wonderful achievement, thanks for sharing it with us!

  7. I had to purchase this as an eBook since I loved all your other books. I was so caught up in the story and the atmosphere that it evoked. As dark and painful as it was, I did enjoy it. It was so sad to see how far the Colonel had fallen in his despair but war as we know does that. Through this desperate time, Georgiana grew. Thank you Regina.

  8. Whoa…. I sure hope this is the “bottom” for poor Georgiana. That is really a heavy burden for her – a depressed and suicidal husband, and the prospect of a loveless marriage. Yikes!

    • Not loveless, June. Never that, but Fitzwilliam is confused. As many suffering from the years at war would attest, the transition from solider to country gentleman does not go smoothly. We must recall in 1816 the ash from the Tambora volcanic eruption reached Europe, England, and America. What the Napoleonic Wars did not destroy, the “Year Without Summer” did.

    • This is my fourth Darcy and Elizabeth mystery. This is what is called a cozy mystery, in the vein of the old TV show “Murder She Wrote” or an Agatha Christie novel.

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