Huge thanks to everyone who helped with choosing a title. You guys are truly amazing. And creative and inventive and very, very clever. It was a tough decision, but here it is.
Congratulations to ArdentReader, who is actually named Angela. She suggested ‘Most Unwillingly’, which I LOVED, but it was a little hard to say so I shortened it to ‘Unwilling’. Watch for a character named after her in the book. Hint: she enters the story at chapter 20.
The cover was designed by Caitlin Daschner at Chromantic Studio. She does great work and puts up with all my author crazy as I ask her to make something a little warmer or happier or more reluctant-looking. She’s a gem. Contact her at Chromanticstudio@gmail.com.
There was an excerpt in the post requesting a title, which you can read here. This is what it’s all about:
Mr. Bennet discovers his days are numbered, so he immediately begins to set his affairs — and his five unmarried daughters — in order. Knowing they will fare best should at least one of them find a suitable husband, he cannot refuse any respectable suitors.
The high-spirited Elizabeth suspects something isn’t right in the halls of Longbourn, but nothing prepares her for a certain haughty gentleman from Derbyshire. While Mr. Darcy is exceedingly wealthy and handsome, in Elizabeth’s opinion, he is also proud, high-handed, and insulting. And unfortunately, desperately in love with her.
Suddenly, Elizabeth is forced to rethink her previous opinions. And accept a choice she never had the chance to make.
You can pre-order it here on Amazon. It will be on other sites soon and will be available in paperback on the official release date, April 4th.
Because you were all so helpful when I needed it, I’ve randomly chosen one commenter from the title post to receive a free e-book. Congratulations, Beth Glixon! Watch your inbox. It’s on the way!
Thank you so much for the assistance, everyone. I hope you enjoy ‘ Unwilling’!
Here’s a little snippet from Unwilling:
Lydia continued to be trouble. By the end of the third day, she had taken every meal in her room, all porridge, and while this did create some small improvement for the times she was downstairs, it was short-lived. Mr. Bennet was forced to admit what he had ignored for so long: his youngest child was a spoiled little beast. Sighing, he rubbed the bridge of his nose and told himself to go ahead and do what needed to be done—putting it off would get him nowhere and might even sabotage the work he’d already put in. Mr. Bennet was not in the habit of putting large amounts of effort into anything, and he had no desire to see what he had already established fall away. Summoning all his reserves of energy and a good bit of stubbornness, he called Hill and informed him of the changes he wanted implemented.
He sent Lydia on a walk around the grounds with her sisters—she really had grown quite plump—and set to work. Lydia’s things were removed from her room and taken to the nursery the next floor up. It was accessed by a staircase at the end of the hall and the remainder of the floor was used for the servants’ quarters. When each of the girls turned sixteen, she had moved out of the nursery and into her own chamber. When it was time for Kitty to come down last year, Lydia had wailed about being left all alone upstairs and had convinced her mother to allow her to move into the second guest chamber across the hall from her sister’s. In the end, Mr. Bennet had allowed it, not wanting to argue with his wife or his very vocal fourteen-year-old daughter. Now he saw that he had done her no favors and that he was reaping the sour fruit of his nonexistent efforts.