sexta-feira, 29 de julho de 2016

Conto postado no Twitter

Ando pensando em postar um conto curtinho no Twitter... Não é muito minha praia, uso pouco, tenho poucos seguidores e sigo só repórteres, mas...

Não é novidade, já houveram muitos. E deve ser difícil: de 140 em 140 caracteres. Que desafio!
E as cenas steamy? Ha! Porn twits! Essas vêm pra cá. Vai ser o jeito!
A princípio será um 'what if' do CAFÉ. Curto, divertido e hot com Toni no auge da afetação!
Bem, enquanto penso, vai me seguindo!

segunda-feira, 25 de julho de 2016

Dia do autor & de esquecer um livro

Dia do autor é dia do 'esquecer um livro'! 

Dia do autor é uma graça! Imagina, um dia oficial para curtir meu hobby! 

E ainda mais, distribuir os meus livrinhos por aí...
A brincadeira é assim: você deixa um livro por onde for (na condução, no restaurante, na escola, no trabalho...) com um recadinho explicando para o sortudo que achar que é dele. Muito bacana a iniciativa de incentivo à leitura e compartilhamento de conhecimento.

Acontece sempre de 6 em 6 meses, mais ou menos. Minhas amigas e eu adoramos a brincadeira e desta vez, resolvi fazer em grande estilo... 

Vou levar uma semana esquecendo, mas muito amor vai rolar pelo Rio de Janeiro! <3 

Uma viagem por vários casos de amor retumbantes... que delícia!


#diadoautor #livroslindos #romance adulto 

Regency love fairy tale - Part 8

So, now they have arrived at Pemberley.

Pemberley is like a... chimera. Narnia. Middle Earth for love.
There's Venice for Romeos, Baker Street for adventurers, but Pembs... Ah, Pembs!

I've portraied it in several lights: In Canada in Friendship of a Special Kind, museum-like in 45 days in Europe with Mr. Darcy, a farmhouse in Prince of Pemberley. Here in this lovely fairytale, it is a safe harbour, a place to rest your tired soul.

Let's hope Elizabeth will agree.

Shall we?

Love in acts

2nd act


angst, rated M, short, P&P, Alternate Universe
Part 7

Part 8 -

The first day at Pemberley, Elizabeth left the house right after breakfast for a long walk through the beautiful park and exquisite woods surrounding the fields. She loved to feel free amongst trees and even Pemberley’s birds chirping enchanted her; the place was absolutely magical. Nothing she would ever live in her life could compare to the view one had when entering the grounds for the first time. The magnificent house at dusk, the distant lake peppered with white moving dots, the hills surrounding the estate – all superb.

Inhaling the damp air amongst the trees, she found a small creek and followed it to the point it left the woods and fed the big lake where the swans moved lazily. To her, it felt a pity to step outside the shelter the woods provided and with a contented sigh she rested against a boulder, took off her bonnet and gloves and wasted several moments wondering wistfully what it would feel like to be mistress of such a grand estate. Moreover, what it would feel like to start afresh letting her past fade behind her.

From her vintage point she could see around her, especially the lake. Before the horseman entered her view, she had been hearing the clapping of hooves for a few moments already. To her surprise, it was the master of the estate in person, so absolutely dashing atop a massive gelding. He called out to her but she refrained from answering, amusing herself with the childish notion that if he indeed had pure intentions towards her, he would sense her presence.

Her eyes feasted on his figure mastering the beast, his searched for her around his park. When he was told she left for a walk alone as no one wanted to be exposed to the sun, he discreetly went after her hoping to use her given name and hold her close. But she was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly his horse paced under him, he tightened the hold on the reins and his eyes followed a small squirrel darting off the woods. He smiled big, there was the woman alone, smiling, her bonnet off her head, face upturned toward the sun.

Good gad, a wood nymph.’ He breathed.

Almost in a daze he descended, tied his horse and walked slowly to her taking off his gloves.

‘I’m breathless, sir.’ She said when he got close enough to notice a thick sunray filtered from the tall trees directly over her head. ‘You are quite a spectacular horseman.’

He shook his head. ‘And you here in the middle of the woods... My Daphne.’

She laughed quietly. ‘Exactly, sir. You are an Apollo- oh!’ She breathed a surprised sigh when he stopped close and lowered his head to steal a kiss.

It started slow, demanding permission and he built up the kiss until her head tilted backwards and her hands shot up to hold his wrists as he held her neck. ‘I was going crazy not being able to hold you these last days, my lady. There is always someone with you, my sister, yours, Bennett.’ He whispered in her ear, his lips grazing her face. ‘How are feeling? Are you happy here?’

Taming her nervous chuckle, she caressed his shirt’s cuffs. ‘It’s too early, Fitzwilliam, I just arrived. But I meant what I told last night at dinner, your estate is magnificent, overwhelming.’ She accepted the other kiss he offered her. ‘The servants are so kind, so attentive to me, to Ben, to Ashton even.’

‘They will be even more attentive to you, my lady.’

‘You said something?’ She gasped.

‘I demanded attention to you.’

‘Pray, tell me, did you say anything to your sister? Did you tell her my secret?’

‘Of course not.’ He leaned his head back.

‘Please don’t, I’ve spent years protecting my error from the past, you said I could trust you-’

‘You are safe here.’

‘I thought I was safe with you. Georgiana looks at me with contempt, I’m skittish not knowing if she is disgusted about my past or jealous of you.’

‘Not contempt, Elizabeth. If she knew, I believe she would be incredibly happy because she loved Richard, and also jealous.’ He took a step back but kept one of her hands in both of his. ‘Georgiana had a miscarriage.’

‘Oh, good Lord!’ She covered her mouth with a hand and her eyes misted.

‘It seems I have a similar problem; Bennett doesn’t seem to want a papa.’

She gasped wide-eyed and jumped to her feet. ‘Don’t say that aloud. Ever.’

‘Calm down, my lady. You are safe here.’ He brought her hand to his lips. ‘I love the feel of your ungloved hand.’ She squeezed his fingers before trying to break free, but he held her frowning.

‘You may feel you have a debt with your cousin, but it does not include me.’ She freed her hand, he pressed his lips. ‘I made a mistake, I was naive and should have resisted his promises but it’s a burden that doesn’t belong to you, sir. I never needed your sympathy, never asked for it.’

‘Believe me, madam, when I say that what I feel for you is far from pity and for my cousin I’m ashamed to say my feelings are rather dark since I read your letter.’ He sighed. ‘Can you trust me?’ He held her neck, his thumb caressing her throat. ‘Allow me into your life.’

Biting her lip, she looked up at him. ‘There are things about me you don’t know.’

‘About me too. That’s why I asked you to come here, to be properly courted; we’ll get to know each other before you accept me.’

‘Everything seems so complicated.’ She buried her nose in his sternum, too anxious to keep talking. He held her close to his chest for long moments, his big hands on her neck caressing tenderly.

‘You stole my breath when I arrived and saw you here, my lady. I’ll meet you at this same spot every morning after your stroll.’ She nodded in his chest. ‘Did you like your chambers?’ He asked softly.

‘Oh, yes.’ She sighed looking up at him.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips quickly several times. ‘The mistress’ rooms are closed for a long while, they’ll need renovations.’ She blushed. ‘You can see to that with time.’

‘The way you put it, sir, I feel like I’m being overruled. I haven’t accepted you yet.’

‘You will.’

‘I won’t be forced.’ She stepped out of his embrace. ‘Wealth is practical, the comfort such a house brings can hardly be overlooked but if I had been intent on those, I would have agreed to Clarence’s scheme long ago.’

‘An Earldom as rich as Brakenbury puts Pemberley to shame.’ He pressed his teeth together. ‘But I am not Clarence and I am not offering you pity, a scheme or a pact.’ He took her by the arm and brought her to him. ‘Do you understand the difference?’ She nodded surprised by his tone and his words. ‘This is very different, my lady.’

‘Please don’t be offended.’

‘These secrets you haven’t told me.’ He pressed his eyes, teeth still clamped. ‘I am willing to hear now.’

She swallowed nervously lowering her eyes to the wild bergamot bushes around her feet. ‘What about yours? You told me Georgiana’s secret, not yours.’

For him, it was clear she was sidestepping the question. ‘Don’t cover for Clarence, Elizabeth. If he proposed anything undignified, tell me now and I’ll deal with-’

‘Deal with what, sir? He needed a wife who could overlook his inclinations, someone he trusted and didn’t think him disgusting. In return he offered a title and wealth.’ She raised her eyes to him indignantly. ‘I didn’t accept because of my situation and because I was silly enough to fall prey once and learned one needs more than promises to sell her life to a gentleman, a woman needs-’

‘To be loved, appreciated, honored.’ He answered in the same tone. ‘That is exactly the difference. I am ready to tell you all you want to know. Ask.’

‘You don’t have to tell me anything that needs to be asked. If you are proposing such a connection, reward me with your truth.’ She shook her arm free of his hand and took a few steps away from him facing the creek.

He ran his hand through his hair and held his waist. ‘I have kept a mistress for several years, an expensive professional who attends only me when I’m in London. Before we left I put an end to the engagement in the hopes you will accept me.’ He sighed. ‘The cad who I sent to search for you and duped my sister reached me a few years ago asking for help but I refused out of spite and I know he was sent to debtor’s prison.’

‘Stop, sir. Next you’ll tell me you drowned puppies.’

He snorted and paced for a moment until her presence was too beguiling to him. When his arms encircled her from behind, she jumped. ‘Help me build a pleasurable memory now so we can link to many others, my lady.’ She sighed and entwined her fingers with his around her waist leaning against his chest.

‘It seems very difficult to start a new life.’

‘We can merely unite the ones we have built so far.’

When, almost an hour later, Ben and Bingley saw the beast of a horse pace calmly with a big man and a slender woman under a trim bonnet approach the house, Darcy’s heart was still in uneasy delight for having her at Pemberley and hers was trying to reason with her mind for in truth, she wanted to believe all he promised was possible.


‘Pray, what is this?’


‘Is it edible?’

‘Of course, it’s a fruit.’

Ashton gaped at the monstrosity with spiky leafs. ‘One can make jam and eat it like and apple? Doesn’t it hurt one’s mouth?’

‘You have to peel it.’ The cook took a big knife and cut the fruit in half then peeled and sliced one of the parts and gave a taste for the maid who still had her eyes wide.

‘Oh, dear!’ She pressed four fingers to her lips. ‘It’s juicy and tart.’

‘Acid. The lads take the peel, put it in a bottle and bury for a week or so, the cider is quite good.’

‘It’s better when the fruit is sweeter.’ Smith, Miss Georgiana’s maid said popping a piece of fruit in her mouth.

‘I’d like to try…’ Ashton said, still in awe. ‘Miss Bennett too.’

Both cook and the maid raised their brows. ‘A lady the master brought to his house tasting servants’ cider?’

‘Miss Bennett is a very different kind of lady, different from the others I worked for so far.’ Ashton tried another piece. ‘Pray, can I take a piece for her?’

‘Of course.’ Cook hurried to call the maid. ‘Girl, put together a big tray of refreshments, scones, biscuits, fruits too.’

‘She likes strawberries and honey above all.’

‘We know.’ Mrs. Reynolds, the housekeeper, said entering the kitchen and everyone tried to look busy. ‘Master has already told us about her preferences, I sent for berries from the greenhouse. Also, the lady herself asked me to prepare her something other than pork.’

‘Oh, yes. She has poor stomach. Pork kills her, poor thing.’

‘I never heard of anyone who didn’t eat pork, by Jove!’ Cook sputtered.

‘Make sure we have plenty of lamb meat and sausage, please. Master Fitzwilliam has recommended we take great care to make her like Pemberley.’ Mrs. Reynolds ordered and the kitchen staff nodded. ‘Is this tray for Miss Georgiana? She does not like honey.’

‘It’s for Miss Bennet, ma’am.’

‘Ah!’ The housekeeper nodded. ‘Add a solitaire with a rose from the greenhouse. Ashton?’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

‘Did she like her chambers, linens? Does she need anything else?’

‘Oh, such big rooms, ma’am! A big bedroom with adjourned dressing room and private drawing room! Three times what she has at Longborn, she loved it. I brought her linens-’

‘Nonsense. We already used new linens and if they are not agreeable to her, I can send for anything she chooses. For her dresses there is a maid expecting to wash and iron, you only have to care to press the one she chooses to wear.’

‘I thank you ma’am, but Miss Bennett’s dresses need care to wash and I’m used to do it the ay she likes.’

‘This is how Pemberley works, Ashton, how the master has arranged to please the lady. He asked to fill her chambers with roses and offer plenty of berries, all from the greenhouse. Which one she likes best?’

Ashton blinked not believing all these arrangements would have been made for a kept woman as Burton suggested. All this seemed to be made to woo a lady into marriage. And where was the madam? Walking, of course!

The manor in uproar to please her and she chose to spend her day outdoors, tainting her cheeks pink and tiring her body. Ashton sighed and dedicated to prepare Pemberley for Elizabeth.



a revised & unabridged version of this story will be available in Kindle, ebook and brochure from Jan 25th, 17.

segunda-feira, 18 de julho de 2016

Refazendo os passos de Lizzard e Darcy de “45 Dias na Europa com Sr. Darcy”

olhem que graça: a querida Renatinha está em Amsterdam e lembrou de Lizzard e Will... 
Nossa, que delícia!

Várias delícias, na verdade.

Delícia 1: Amsterdam. Sem palavras, que lugar lindo, inspirador, simpático, tudo de bom.
Delícia 2: Amor em Amsterdam. Ela está curtindo uma viagem com o marido. Gente, que tudo!
Delícia 3: Meu livrinho despretensioso ter influenciado alguém a ponto de ser lembrado dessa forma...

Uma foto publicada por Renata Céli (@_renatap_) em

Ela é uma fofa, uma Lizzard mesmo. 
Ama viajar, ama Austen e ler acima de tudo.
E das terras encantadas da Holanda, Renatinha manda esse post tão carinhoso...

Refazendo os passos de Lizzy e Darcy do livro 

“45 Dias na Europa com Sr. Darcy”

Quando eu comecei a ler o livro “45 dias na Europa com Sr. Darcy”, já me identifiquei de cara com a Lizzy. 
Motivo1: ela ama viajar. 
Motivo 2: ela é blogueira de viagens. 
Então logo eu pensei: nossa, que honra ser parecida com a Lizzy!

O livro é um prato cheio para quem gosta de viajar. Momentos vividos em Amsterdam, Milão, Rio de Janeiro, etc. Além disso, o romance é de tirar o fôlego, afinal, estamos falando de Lizzy e Darcy, o melhor casal da literatura.

A história começa em Amsterdam, cenário onde Lizzy e Darcy se conhecem. Os primeiros capítulos se desenrolam lá. Eu já tinha viajado para Amsterdam e reviver a viagem foi um deleite. Alguns meses após eu ler o livro, eis que surge uma bela oportunidade de voltar à cidade.

Tudo certo. Cheguei em Amsterdam. E aí que me veio à cabeça as cenas dos personagens Lizzy e Darcy. Resolvi fazer alguns dos roteiros feitos por eles e reviver toda a história do livro. Que maravilha!

Uma foto publicada por Renata Céli (@_renatap_) em

Fui ao Beginhof, um lugar que eu não tinha conhecido antes e que graças ao livro eu tomei conhecimento. Como Darcy e cia foram lá logo no primeiro dia de viagem eu também fui. Amei o jardim silencioso. Nem dá para acreditar que fica no centro da cidade, região de muito agito. Fiquei curiosíssima para saber em que restaurante Darcy viu Lizzy pela primeira vez. Foi perto de Beginhof, mas o livro não cita o local. Aliás, por ali há vários restaurantes.

E Leidseplein? O lugar onde todos foram devidamente apresentados. Enquanto eu estava em Amsterdam, toda vez que passava nessa praça eu imaginava a cena. Fiquei imaginando Bingley puxando papo e tudo acontecendo.

Na outra vez que eu tinha ido para Amsterdam eu não tinha me interessado pelo Museu da Tulipa. Mas depois de saber que a família da Lizzy vivia de flores e ler suas aventuras em meio ao Museu da Tulipa e Mercado de Flores, lá fui eu refazer os passos da família Bennett. Gente, eu amei o Museu da Tulipa. Aprendi tanta coisa! Não fazia ideia de como o setor de flores é tão interessante. A lojinha do museu é um encanto e tive que comprar um marcador de livro com fotos de tulipa para guardar de recordação e enfeitar meu livro “45 dias na Europa com Sr. Darcy”.

Não podia deixar de visitar o Vondelpark, Museu da Anne Frank, Dam Square, apreciar as casas-barco, o bairro Jordaan e, claro, comer stroopwafles. Aliás, consegui encontrar uma loja que faz stroopwafels na hora. Eles saem quentinhos, uma delícia! Lembrei da Sra. Bennett e pensei: Ai meus quadris! Hahahahaha. Comi muito stroopwafel!

Infelizmente não deu para ir ao Keukenhof, pois estava no verão, ou seja, fora da temporada. Mas tudo bem, fica para a próxima. Um dia eu irei lá. Fiquei instigada a conhecer o labirinto.

Eu, que sou amante dos livros e de viagens, quando junto esses dois é mais alegria ainda. Assim foi essa viagem. Pura alegria. E nostalgia. Nostalgia por reviver uma história de um livro que eu amei e se tornou um dos meus favoritos. Alegria, pois viajar é delicioso.

Uma foto publicada por Renata Céli (@_renatap_) em

Explorei cada canto de Amsterdam tirando fotos e anotando tudo para o meu blog, assim como a Lizzy fez para o dela. Isso só já foi especial. Essa viagem estará para sempre marcada na minha memória. 

Aposto que na da Lizzy também.



Ih, Renatinha, mudou a vida de Lizzard! 
Foi o começo do que seria sua vida de verdade, mas... deixa isso para a continuação da estória deles que ainda está em esboço...

quarta-feira, 13 de julho de 2016

Regency love fairy tale - Part 7

it's been a longtime since I updated this story.
In the midst of releasing my new book in Portuguese - a Pride and Prejudice inversion - these lovely Darcy and Lizzy in their mature form got sidetracked. I apologize.

I'm a sucker for my own writings - I do write what I like to read - but this couple is one of my favorites... They are so sweet...

Here they go, struggling to face life from a new perspective.

Love in acts

2nd act


angst, rated M, short, P&P, Alternate Universe
Part 6

Part 7 -

‘No, Lizzy. I have to be back at Longborn before summer ends.’

‘If you say so, Lesley, I believe you.’ She said calmly over dinner that night.

Uncharacteristic silence reigned over their dinner.

‘You said your suitor wouldn’t bother us.’

‘Well, I did refuse his offer.’ She informed calmly and he choked on his food. ‘Raise your arms, Lesley dear, breathe slowly.’ She waited until he stopped coughing. ‘That is why he invited us to his estate up North. Jane and Caroline gush about how beautiful and big it is, maybe you could learn from the way it is run.’

‘We have the next auction pieces to catalog and price.’

‘I did that yesterday.’ She delicately ate a piece of lamb. ‘Also, I thought it could be a good opportunity to visit the estates around the area, maybe Clarence could tell us the ones in rather difficult times and would like to sell a few items.’

He pressed his eyes. ‘You are maneuvering me.’

‘That’s not the point, darling.’ She sipped her wine and he waited. ‘The point is: will you let me do it?’ She eyed him expectantly.

‘You want to go.’ He sighed sadly.

She nodded. ‘Don’t ask me why him, why now, or any reason. I can’t tell you why fate has plotted his coming now. I’m old enough to try to find out, though.’

He ate in silence, the food tasting like sand. ‘If I were to approach Clarence asking for a favor, he would ask to host our last auction before the season starts.’

‘Clarence is such a dear…’

‘Can you convince him to give this idea up?’

‘Maybe Mr. Darcy can.’


After a day travelling, the large party of the Bennetts with the Bingleys in a carriage and the Darcys in another was extremely tired. 

Elizabeth was uncomfortable feeling like a silly young girl being courted by the dashing gentleman riding in a carriage in front of hers and felt a mix of sadness and guilt for having had that opportunity denied in her youth by duty to her infant son. 

Darcy was anxious and kept looking through the window to make sure the other carriage was behind his, that the ghost of his cousin hadn’t convinced her to change her mind. 

Georgiana was upset with the intrusion; they hadn’t had guests outside the family at Pemberley since that fateful summer.

Once he handed down his sister, Darcy immediately walked to Bingley’s carriage to help Elizabeth. First came Bingley, then Bennett who handed both his sisters down. Darcy contained his annoyance knowing his lady would protect her cub – for the lad was, in reality, her son. He never considered having a woman who had grown children, that was unusual unless one was guileless enough to take a widow as mistress. Some of his friends did it but even those rarely spent time with the lady’s offspring.

Presenting Georgiana to Elizabeth on the road at the first inn they stopped wasn’t probably the best idea. The women greeted one another with proper restraint, Elizabeth he noted was especially careful of how she talked to his sister. He had wanted a few private minutes with her during the changes but they were in a tight schedule and he couldn’t share more than a few words about the weather with her. Seeing how she tensely made mild conversation with Georgiana as they entered the inn, he craved the chance to talk privately with her.

The ladies dined in their chambers with the help of their maids, the men lingered in the salon. Afterwards, he had brandy with Bingley in the back courtyard and let his eyes search the stars as Elizabeth approached the window. She didn’t see him, but he could see her in her nightgown, hair loose around her shoulder, head tilted to the side smiling, maybe talking to the lad.

Later that night when he rested his head against the pillow, he thought about having a wife after giving up the idea for long years. Georgiana needed him; he had a debt with her. Only when he found Elizabeth he considered a woman might help his sister, one that could be a wife to him and a strong sister for Georgiana, a grown woman with understanding and a kind heart, one that had gone through similar problems... The thought stole his night; he tossed and turned thinking about how broken Georgiana was after being left and the miscarriage. He imagined Elizabeth in the same situation, she was but sixteen, had a mama to cover for her as she carried a child of his damned cousin who left her. 

Worst, what if he had returned and had married her, would Darcy also feel so powerfully drawn to her?

In the morning, he tried to look his best, his valet did work diligently to make him presentable, but the ache in his chest was almost visible. Discreetly he took Elizabeth aside to show her a silly trait in the back courtyard as an excuse to hold her to his chest and inhale her sweet perfume.

‘Pray, are you ill?’ She asked worried trying to free her arms from his prison.

‘No.’ He murmured, his lips on top of her head. ‘I just wanted to feel you close.’

She didn’t ask for a reason, it felt nice to be hug by a big man; it awakened in her a part she had buried years before while she carried inside her a child from a deceased man.


‘Oh, sir, good morning, sir.’ Ashton blushed seeing Darcy regard her with furrowed brows. ‘I was just searching for wild berries, sir. The inn has no jam and Miss Bennett likes to eat strawberries and-’

‘Good morning…’ He pressed his eyes.


‘Ashton. Carry on, don’t let me stall you.’ He continued walking in long strides towards the stable and she lost herself admiring his big imposing figure. ‘He sure would be a good master for Miss Elizabeth.’ She mumbled to herself walking back to the Inn.

‘Where have you been? Help me with this breakfast tray!’ Burton, Mrs. Bingley’s maid complained. ‘I hate to stop at this Inn. The other we usually use has a girl for trays.’ The old woman continued to complain. ‘What are those?’

‘Strawberries. I noticed them last night when we arrived; Miss Bennett likes to have strawberries with honey over her porridge in the morning.’

‘Mrs. Bingley eats what I take her, thank Goodness. No silly demands as wild berries.’ She grumbled indicating the other heavy tray for Ashton and started towards the narrow servants’ stairs. ‘What do you think she meant by Miss Bennett having to hide her figure?’

‘That she envies it.’

A chuckle. ‘She wasn’t always this plump. You try breeding four times in a row and you’ll see what comes to your body. Miss Bennett has never met a man, probably. It is easier to keep a figure this way.’

‘She doesn’t eat much, and prefers chicken to pork.’ Ashton said and Burton made a horrified face. ‘I know, how can one not eat pork, right? I love it. But you should see, poor Miss Bennett, it makes her ill for days. Her mama says she has always been like this. Also she walks a lot, every morning. God forbid, I hate it. I hate when she insists on me going with her.’

‘She needs a house and a family to settle.’ Burton snorted. ‘She is always fussing around her unmarried brother, working. A woman needs a man to give her children and a house to occupy her time. If Mrs. Bingley is right, Miss Elizabeth is bound to be a mistress for a wealthy gentleman, a richly kept woman, you have to decide if you’ll still want to work for such a woman.’

‘Miss Bennett won’t…’

‘He sure is dashing.’

‘He is. I just met him now, at this hour, already dressed…’

‘Here we go.’ Burton sighed. ‘Mrs. Bingley, Miss Bennett?’ She knocked with difficulty before opening the door. ‘Your breakfast.’

‘Oh, let me help you, Burton.’ Elizabeth hurried to help while Jane sat idly in front of the dressing table’s looking glass.


Two more nights came, all carried in the same way, she dined and shared a bed with Jane as they had done before Ben. In the morning, as they prepared for the third day on the road, Jane couldn’t hold her curiosity any longer.

‘Lizzy, are you considering being mistress for Darcy?’


‘You should.’ Jane shrugged. ‘You are old enough to have fun if you’d like to.’

‘Too old for marriage, though.’

‘Oh, yes.’ Jane’s eyes widened. ‘You had better accepted the crazy son of an Earl who wanted to marry you. Even if he had been disinherited for marrying out of his stance, Clarence is a fine gentleman.’ Elizabeth nodded. ‘If he hadn’t been, you’d be a titled lady now. Ironically.’

‘And you would be very glad, would you not, sister?’ Elizabeth asked sarcastically.

Jane nodded smiling. ‘You were young and pretty, not that you lost any of your figure with time, even after car-’ She stopped before she babbled in front of their maids. ‘Of course now it’s a bit easier to hide certain situations, it is clear no gentleman-’

‘Enough, sister. You have successfully convinced me Caroline’s spirit is speaking through your mouth.’

Jane gasped, the maids hid their giggles behind the garments they prepared and Elizabeth considered Darcy’s reasons again. It felt like a waste of time to give in to her insecurities, but she was old, he could find a young pretty lady of the ton and she did have a lot to hide. If he was considering it his duty towards his dear cousin, more than twenty years past, he proved to be a very silly man! He guaranteed it was not what moved him, the way he vehemently said so made her feel warm all over, but the seed of doubt was planted in her.

These weeks in his estate would have to help her realize what were his intentions - and hers.


continues (@ Pemberley)


a revised & unabridged version of this story will be available in Kindle, ebook and brochure from Jan 25th, 17.

sexta-feira, 8 de julho de 2016

Preconceito, orgulho & CAFÉ em drops

Em ordem, só gostosura de amorzinho novo... #adoro