Monday, December 29, 2014

Letters from the Heart by Rose Fairbanks Excerpt + Giveaway!

Welcome, dear readers! I am pleased to announce today's guest author. Rose Fairbanks has recently published her second novel, Letters from the Heart. I am thrilled to see Ms. Fairbanks publishing more novels. In the past, I have enjoyed reading books where Darcy and Elizabeth exchange letters. Letters from the Heart sounds like another such story I will enjoy! I hope you enjoy the great excerpt Rose has provided! And be sure to comment for a chance to win an ebook copy of Letters from the Heart!!

Blurb: Resolved to forget Elizabeth Bennet during a winter in London, Fitzwilliam Darcy writes a letter in bitterness of spirit. Frustrated by her growing obsession with the arrogant man, Elizabeth commits her thoughts to paper. But angry people are not always wise, and secret thoughts do not always remain secret. Compelled to face their selfishness and fears, their actions encourage those dearest to them to change as well.

Excerpt: As the blurb states, secret thoughts do not always remain secret. Darcy and Elizabeth’s thoughts have been sent to each other and there is now the fear of gossip ruining Elizabeth’s reputation. Mr. Bennet has just informed Elizabeth he will demand marriage from Darcy if the letters are known. Meanwhile Elizabeth, who now esteems Darcy, is convinced her own harsh words destroyed any admiration he felt for her. But it’s not really Elizabeth’s way to just mope around.
With such disheartened thoughts Elizabeth entered the drawing room, and soon thereafter Mr. Wickham and some other officers entered to call on the ladies. He began his familiar complaints about Darcy, but Elizabeth could not stand for it.
“I wonder, Mr. Wickham, that you were not able to find another parish.”
He shifted his eyes uncomfortably and paused before answering. “My only contacts were through Darcy, and his malice was so strong he would not see me settled anywhere.”
“Surely he cannot have such power over the entire kingdom, sir. Perhaps when my ordained cousin, Mr. Collins, returns in a few days he might have a recommendation for you.”
Mr. Wickham winced, and Elizabeth continued. “I only thought, sir, it would be a shame for you to waste your education and what must assuredly be a vocation for you. If you have the opportunity to give sermons and get some part of your just due—after all a clergyman earns more than a militia officer—then it must be worth any pain to your pride.”
He gave her a glare at the reminder of his income.
“For you would have spent three years studying for ordination and two years since awaiting orders somewhere, I believe.”
Mr. Wickham’s friend, Captain Denny, perked up then. “Ordination? I know I met you three years ago when you lived at Lincoln’s Inn.” Wickham stomped on his friend’s foot. The following exclamation of pain brought the notice of the room.
He attempted to explain as all eyes focused on him, but sounded unconvincing. “Darcy had made it plain at his father’s death, just as I was finishing at Cambridge, that he would deny me the living. I sought to study the law instead.”
Elizabeth hid her smirk at how fast his story changed. “That would have been a very great thing for you, indeed! But whatever happened? How could you afford it in the first place?”
“I was given a bequest of one thousand pounds.”
“I am glad to hear Mr. Darcy was not so hateful after all, to not give you anything from the will and that you were able to study. Such a sum must have covered all your costs.” One thousand pounds to study the law was just sufficient but an additional three thousand pounds was more than enough for educational and reasonable societal pursuits alike.
“There is that…but the living ought to have been mine.” He clearly chose not to address the fact that apparently he did not face the bar and could only blame it on his poor understanding or running low on funds and not finishing his education.
“I rather recall you mentioning it could be treated as conditional only, as Mr. Darcy claimed you rather extravagant.”
She paused, and Mr. Wickham gaped, searching for something to say.
“But then, we cannot think so generously of Mr. Darcy. Instead, let us consider the good fortune his father bestowed upon you by ensuring with every lawful means you received the one thousand pounds, to give you such a start in life.”
“Yes, I will forever be grateful for the kindness of the father.”
“It does you credit that you have not forgot him.”
Elizabeth gave Mr. Wickham a knowing look, and she could tell he understood her perfectly. Not many weeks ago he had vowed to never say a negative word of Darcy unless he could forget the good of his father.
Having heard the officers from his library, Mr. Bennet came and sat with them. Elizabeth cast worried looks to him, and soon he pointedly engaged in monopolizing Wickham’s time exclusively for the remainder of the call. Lydia seemed displeased, but was easily consoled with attention from others.
When they had left, Elizabeth followed her father into the library.
“In light of Mr. Darcy’s information on Mr. Wickham, what do you plan to do?” He did not look up from his book.
“Plan to do?”
“He is a rake and a gamester, surely a threat to our community.”
At his silence, she persevered. “Please, Papa. I was so mistaken in Mr. Darcy’s character and so willingly spoke against him even more so in the last week. Please, some redress is the least I can do.”
Mr. Bennet sighed and finally focused on his daughter. “What would you have me do? Mr. Darcy did not authorize us, or I should say you, to say anything about Wickham –if he even meant to send that letter at all. He left the area without concern for us, surely he must consider Wickham no great threat to us.”
“Perhaps...but he also had no connections in the area.  It would be quite impertinent for him to tell the area’s residents how to protect themselves from such an unworthy man. Nor could he say anything on Mr. Wickham’s dalliances without risking too much about his sister. The whole area is very prejudiced towards him.  It would be the death of half the good people of Meryton to find out that Wickham is a cad from Mr. Darcy’s own mouth. Yet, you they may believe.”
Her father groaned, and Elizabeth hastily spoke. “You need not be direct, after all you have no information of your own, but you are clever and well-respected. You can plant the seeds of doubt. How much is he spending, and how much does he earn? Is he known to treat the ladies respectably? Use his words against him. Why, only a moment ago I found many holes in his story about Mr. Darcy denying him the living with only a few simple questions!”
“Did you now?” he asked with pride.
Elizabeth smiled, “Indeed! I cannot think of how foolish I was to fall for it in the first place. If he were prepared for ordination then he would have done the necessary studies and been able to find work somewhere. If he did not study then what did he do between his godfather’s death and the time when the living fell vacant, and how could he expect Mr. Darcy to give him the living unqualified?”
“Quite right.”
“After a friend gave him away he declared that he realized upon graduation from university that Mr. Darcy never intended to give him the living, and so he chose to study law instead.”
Mr. Bennet’s eyebrows shot up in silent query, and his daughter continued. “Of course, how could a penniless steward’s son afford that in the first place? He confessed to receiving a bequest of one thousand pounds, which ought to have been sufficient to study. I did not bait him further by asking him why he was not a lawyer, or telling him I knew of the additional three thousand pounds Mr. Darcy gave him, but I did subtly remind him of his declaration to me weeks ago, that he would not besmirch the Darcy name out of loving memory for his godfather.
“So you see, we just need to make some statements like so, and he will lose all credibility.  Hopefully the merchants will not extend him so much credit that they are hurt when he leaves the area, and when others know he is not to be entirely honourable, they will hopefully defend their daughters.”
“You might be correct.” He paused for a minute. “And we have a special advocate amongst us.”
Understanding him, Elizabeth suppressed a chuckle. “Do you think Mamma would like to visit my Aunt Phillips?”
Mr. Bennet laughed heartily.

Author bio:
Rose Fairbanks fell in love with Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy twelve years ago. Coincidentally, or perhaps not, she also met her real life Mr. Darcy twelve years ago. They had their series of missteps, just like Elizabeth and Darcy, but are now teaching the admiring multitude what happiness in marriage really looks like and have been blessed with two children, a four year old son and a one year old daughter. 
Previously rereading her favorite Austen novels several times a year, Rose discovered Jane Austen Fan Fiction due to pregnancy-induced insomnia. Several months later she began writing. Letters from the Heart is Rose’s second published work.

Rose has a degree in history and hopes to one day finish her MA in Modern Europe and will focus on the Regency Era in Great Britain. For now, she gets to satiate her love of research, Pride and Prejudice, reading and writing....and the only thing she has to sacrifice is sleep! She proudly admits to her Darcy obsession, addictions to reading, chocolate and sweet tea, is always in the mood for a good debate and dearly loves to laugh.
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Rose Fairbanks is kindly giving away ONE (1) ebook copy of Letters from the Heart to ONE (1) lucky commenter! 
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Giveaway ends January 5, 2015!
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  1. I like that Elizabeth is cross examining Wickham about his lies. Hopefully Mr Bennet will try to expose him to the Meryton people for what he really is

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  2. This is great. Wickham scrambling. Well done!
    saganchilds (a)

  3. I enjoy reading anything P&P inspired!!
    thank you for the giveaway!!

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  4. Thank you all for the commets. This is probably my second favorite Elizabeth confronting Wickham scene I've ever written. My favorite is her dumping hot tea on him but that story is months away from publlishing. Good luck in the giveaway!

  5. I'm so curious what each wrote in their letters! I've enjoyed Rose's online stories and look forward to this one. Thanks for the chance to win! :)


  6. I loved this story very much. I loved Lizzy's ability to reason Wickham into a corner with no way to get out. And, this Darcy made me sigh. Sigh! Please do not enter me as I already have it.

    Absolute best wishes for the continued success with your books, Rose. You are so talented. You write exactly what I desire to read.

    Thank you, Jakki, for being the perfect hostess.

  7. Sounds so interesting. I will put this on my TBR list for sure. Thanks for the giveaway my email is

  8. I love how Elizabeth challenge Wickham lies. Sounds like a wonderful book. Looking forward to reading it. Thank you for the giveaway! My email address is tdungnvu (at) yahoo (dot) com

  9. Thanks for the comments! Goodluck to everyone in the giveaway. I hope everyone gets a chance to enjoy the story. Thank you, Jakki, for hosting me!

  10. Thanks everyone for your comments and support of Rose! Thank you, Rose, for the great excerpt! You really do know how to make our TBR piles grow. :)