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Monday, 5 May 2014

Haunting Mr Darcy: A Spirited Courtship by KaraLynne Mackrory - Blog Tour

Haunting Mr Darcy by KaraLynne Mackrory - Blog Tour

I am very pleased to be hosting the first stop on the blog tour for Haunting Mr Darcy: A Spirited Courtship by KaraLynne Mackrory which is brought to you by Leatherbound Reviews. We have a very tantalising excerpt to share with you today, so without further ado I will pass you over to KaraLynne.
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Book Cover of Haunting Mr Darcy - A Spirited Courtship by KaraLynne Mackrory
Hello Darling Janeites!
            It is my pleasure to present to you an excerpt from my recent release, Haunting Mr. Darcy: A Spirited Courtship.  In this book, our favorite hero and heroine have their fated happily ever after jeopardized by a carriage accident that sends Lizzy almost to her death.  So Fate must step in and the result is that Elizabeth is somehow transplanted in her spirit form to Mr. Darcy’s London library.  This phantasmal of events is only the beginning of the otherworldly magic.  Before they can right this mix up, one must learn to love the other, and the other must overcome his pride. 
            The result is a hilarious (and swoon-worthy) series of moments between our two characters.  In the scene below, Elizabeth, having just been transplanted to the library is discovering she has new found abilities – like being able to walk through furniture.  She believes she is in the most fantastical dream she has ever experienced because she has no memory at this point of her accident.  And our troubled, adorable, lovestruck Darcy?  What other explanation could he have for the spiritual representation of Elizabeth in his home but that she is a figment of his deteriorating sanity – a product of his unwanted, irreplaceable and inexplicable fascination with Elizabeth Bennet.  Heaven help him but what a beguiling way to go insane.


                Her hands were clasped behind her as she bent and read the gold embossed titles—some from various historic wars, others detailing the lives of the English monarchs and still others being histories of numerous foreign countries. Pleased and intrigued, Elizabeth reached for a book, a history of Italy.
                Her fingers nearly touched the book when she paused, disappointment flooding through her as she remembered she could not lift the book from the shelf. To be in a library full of books and not read one sent emotions flooding into her like nothing she had before experienced. Elizabeth further noticed that, in her dream world, her emotions were intense and seemingly enhanced beyond her norm.
                She considered the book for a moment, and then her brow rose, and she whispered to herself as she stood, hand extended toward the book, “I wonder…”
                She allowed her fingers to skim through the book’s spine, and suddenly she was filled with the words of the book. It was as if they were poured out of a bucket over her as her thoughts filled with vistas described in vivid detail of Venetian waterways, conquests of land, and artists of such wonder that she trembled with pleasure in all its splendor. She pulled her hand back, and it was if she had experienced the whole book without turning so much as one page.
                “Marvelous!” Elizabeth spoke with excitement, the volume of her voice for the first time reaching a conversational level.
                Immediately she walked a pace and reached toward a book that lay on a small table. It was a chronicle of Wellesley’s actions on the continent. She placed her small hand atop it, allowing her fingers to sink into the leather. Just as before, Elizabeth was washed with his account of the Battle of Vimeiro, described in graphic detail as she experienced the British defeat of the French. She pulled her hand away delighted. Although histories, particularly war histories, were not of interest to her, she found experiencing this amazing impossibility exhilarating and the topic rendered exciting for her.
                Her laugh rang out into the silence of the room and echoed off the walls. No longer able to contain herself with any form of decorum, Elizabeth rushed from book to book—touching each briefly as she experienced wave upon wave of their secrets. Of all the enchantments this dream afforded, this was beyond them all, and her happiness was immeasurable.
                Tears streamed down her cheeks as her emotions overwhelmed her. The feelings were both spectacular and indescribable. Such an otherworldly marvel suited her exactly in disposition and talents.
Her liveliness and satisfaction expressed themselves most becomingly upon her face as she explored the library, touching briefly volume after volume, hardly giving herself enough time to relish in the blanket of words from one before moving on to the next. It was a beautiful impracticality and one she wanted to experience as much as possible before she awoke.
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                Darcy’s eyes opened in an instant. Disoriented, he was motionless as he stared into the blackness above him. Slowly his surroundings settled on him again, and he remembered the ball, the visit from his cousin, and the headache that he was now happily realizing was gone. He was in his study and had obviously fallen asleep on the sofa against the wall. A sound woke him, and although he now knew where he was and how he had arrived there, he still felt disoriented—for the sound he had heard was as impossible as it was beautiful.
                There it is again! Darcy’s head jerked to the side. It seemed to come from the other side of the wall. That wall divided his study from the library, and the sound, although muted, had definitely seemed to come from the library! He slowly pulled his large hands up to his temples and rubbed them; headache or no, he was imagining things now. The night was full upon him, and he could have slept only a few hours. The house was deathly silent except for the few times he had heard the sound. Beyond his belief, he knew that sound to be the enchanting sound of Miss Elizabeth Bennet’s laughter.
                His body tense, Darcy strained to listen to the darkness around him. For a while, there were no more sounds, and he began to relax back into the cushions of the sofa. Its shorter length was not comfortable for his tall frame, but nevertheless his fatigue gave way. Darcy rubbed his face and expelled a heavy breath through his fingers. He was obviously weary and needed more sleep. Having come home from the ball frustrated, still beholden to his memory and infatuation with Miss Bennet, it was no wonder he had fallen asleep thinking of her and no strange thing still that he would imagine her laughter like the remnants of a dream drifting away as he woke.
                Darcy turned on his side, trying to make better purchase of the small space. He considered that he ought to go to his chambers but was too drowsy to make the effort. His muscles were just beginning to melt against the comfort of the sofa when he heard the sound again, louder this time and distinctly realistic. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up immediately. The disconcerted gentleman rubbed his hands through his hair and then against his ears as if to dislodge the frantic feelings coursing through him. Darcy stood then and walked directly to the door leading to the library.
                He knew it was foolish, ridiculous and insane, but he also knew he had heard that sound this time. He looked down at his naked feet and detected no other light coming through the gap beneath the door. The library would be empty, the hot coals of the fire likely on their last hour of warmth. There was no way Miss Elizabeth Bennet could be on the other side. And yet idiotically he yearned. He leaned his forehead against the door and breathed deeply. He needed to govern himself and his silly obsession. His overtired state, too, was surely to blame, and yet he could not help feeling a profound disappointment in himself as he found his hand reaching for the doorknob anyway.
                And then it happened; the sound—the most bewitching, delicious sound he knew—wafted through the door once again to reach his ears as he sighed in contentment. Insane or not, it was a sound distinctly created to pull at his heart, addle his mind, and in the immediate case, propel him through the door.
                His eyes were drawn immediately to the glow before him. His Elizabeth, swathed in ethereal glory, stood facing him. His eyes devoured her beauty, breathing in her delicate features and settling it all with contentment inside him. She looked as she ever did except for the radiance of her person. Her hair was pulled up in a magnificent pile of curls straining for escape, and its brilliance against her alabaster skin made his breath catch. She stood next to a bookshelf, her hand extended towards it. It was not until his eyes drifted up to behold her fine eyes—eyes as familiar as the heart beating in his chest—that he allowed himself to contemplate the truth of the matter before him. He was imagining her in perfect detail, and his infatuation with her had surely reached proportions beyond sanity.
                He watched as she immediately lowered her eyes, breaking their gaze, and with confusion written all over her face, dipped into a perfect curtsey. He smiled at it all. His muddled state did not forgo the details, it would seem. Belatedly, he performed his own bow when he saw that she seemed to expect it. He almost laughed aloud at the absurdity.
                His heart beat faster, and although a fear was beginning to assert itself in his mind that he was headed to Bedlam, he could not but be pleased with his source of insanity. He laughed aloud, causing Elizabeth to startle from her frozen state and speak. I am surely attics to let! For her voice sounds just as I remembered!
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                “Mr. Darcy!” Elizabeth exclaimed; equal parts confusion, chagrin, and disappointment battling for precedence within her breast.
                This was her dream, for heaven’s sake, and who is to show up and ruin it? One Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley! It was just too much. Like everything else in her dream so far, it was a mixture of the impossible and astounding. Out of habit she had curtseyed, and after he finished what seemed to be an exaggerated and prolonged perusal of her person—Odious man! —he returned a bow. Now she had spoken, and he seemed rooted in place, hand on the doorknob, and in complete dishabille.
                Elizabeth was angry that his state of dress—or rather undress—caused her cheeks to heat, more angry still that she was dreaming of him in such a state, and even more still that his handsome features were distracting her from her anger. It made no sense, and she threw up her hands in exasperation.
                This seemed to awaken her unwanted guest who blinked a few times and said, “I cannot believe it. I should fear for my state of mind, and yet I find myself quite charmed.”
                Elizabeth, surprised, raised a brow and looked upon him with the same degree of astonishment. “It is I who should fear for my sanity, sir. For I was having the most marvelous dream, and then somehow I have stumbled upon a means of stealing its allure.”
                He seemed to delight in hearing her speak but paid no attention to her words. Instead, he walked directly to her, much too close for propriety, his stare boring into her. She took an automatic step backwards but to no avail. He would come closer. She watched his eyes roam over her face and settle on her lips, and once again, she experienced the exasperating flush in her cheeks. Could she not have some control over this dream? Was she to be humiliated in her own wonderland? She could stand it no more and turned her head away. Her eyes went wide when she heard his next words.
                “You are every whit as beautiful as I remembered,” he whispered.

 I hope you enjoyed this little tidbit and that you will consider getting your hands on the book to read the rest of it.  Happy reading all!
Sincerely,


KaraLynne Mackrory
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Well I don't know about you but after reading that I want more! There are further excerpts to be shared with you on the blog tour, plus reviews and even some chances to win a copy of the book. Tomorrow the tour will be stopping by My Jane Austen Book Club where there is a guest post and giveaway. Thanks for visiting my blog for the first stop of the tour!
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Haunting Mr. Darcy book blurb:

What happens to the happily ever after when the ever after has already happened?

A spirited courtship indeed! Jane Austen’s much adored Pride and Prejudice is transfigured in this regency adaptation.  That fickle friend Fate intervenes when an unexpected event threatens the happily ever after of literature’s favorite love story.  The gentlemen from Netherfield have left, winter is upon the land and after a horrifying carriage accident, Elizabeth Bennet finds her spirit transported as if by magic into Mr. Darcy’s London home.  Paranormally tethered to the disagreeable man, it doesn’t help that he believes she is a phantasm of his love struck mind, not the real Elizabeth.  Somehow they must learn to trust, learn to love and learn to bring Elizabeth back to her earthly form before it is too late.

Author bio:

KaraLynne is an amazing mother who never makes mistakes, never gets upset with her children and never ever has a dirty house. Ever. She always has her dishes done and the floors spotless and dinner is always prepared and ready on time. Her kids are always clean, polite, respectful and loving, especially to each other. She never gets irritated with her husband when he doesn’t turn his socks right side out for the laundry and they always agree on everything. She delights in nothing else but to serve her family and never wants or needs time for herself. She takes great care to shower every day and put make up on so that she is always beautiful and presentable. She never wears her pajamas all day or for days in a row and she is the epitome of womanhood. Most of all, she has a great sense of humor and loves to write.

Falling for Mr. Darcy (2012) was KaraLynne’s first venture in to the world of book authorship.  Bluebells in the Mourning (2013)  came next and coming in the spring of 2014 is, Haunting Mr. Darcy: A Spirited Courtship.  Although, admittedly a Darcy addict, she enjoys many things, such as: Mr. Knightly, Edmund Bertram, Captain Wentworth, Mr. Tilney and John Thornton.  She is happily married to her own Mr. Darcy and together they share the insanity inducing responsibility of raising four children.

22 comments:

  1. Sounds like a really fascinating book. Mr. Darcy haunting Lizzy's dreams? What next?
    Congratulations, Karalynne and good luck with the release.

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    1. It sounds good doesn't it, I think he's haunting just her dreams while she is literally haunting him wherever he goes!

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  2. Thank you for hosting me on your blog Ceri and participating in the blog tour!

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    1. Hi KaraLynne, thank you for letting me be part of it and providing such a great excerpt!

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  3. Fantastic Excerpt!! I can not wait to read this one.

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    1. It looks so good doesn't it, such a great premise for a variation.

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  4. Your first blog tour participation! Yey, Ceri!
    I´m feeling out of my confort zone with this book, but definitly want to read this. It sounds wonderful!!

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    1. Yay me Katrin! Thanks for visiting. I hope you enjoy the book if you decide to go ahead and read it :)

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  5. I enjoyed reading the book so much. Thank you for a wonderful story.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by Deborah Ann!

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  6. I'm excited to be visiting your blog, Ceri! :)

    I love the premise of this and I especially liked the part of the excerpt when she curtsied and he was delightedly baffled. Too bad she's not as happy to see him, as he is to see her. And the idea of absorbing the "soul" of a book just by touching it - don't even get me started! lol

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    1. I loved that idea too Monica, there's no way I'd have an ereader if I could experience a real book like that! Thank you for visiting :)

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  7. What a wonderful premise! Thanks KaraLynne and Ceri, I really enjoyed this post, so beautifully done, and it promises so much more!

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    1. Thanks for stopping by Joana! I loved the excerpt KaraLynne chose, I think it's a great introduction to the book.

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  8. A lovely excerpt!! You have all reason, Ceri, after reading that I want more!
    Certainly, It paints very well.
    I will be following the tour with enormous interest.
    Thank you :)

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    1. Thank you for commenting! There will be more excerpts, reviews and also chances to win a copy of the book so I think it's well worth following this blog tour :)

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  9. What an intriguing idea for P&P what if! The excerpt is interesting and very promising. I would love to know how Darcy and Lizzy develop their relations in such unconventional circumstances. And the ability to read books just by touching them is one of my personal dreams:))))) Thank you for sharing the excerpt!

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    1. Wouldn't it be amazing?! Imagine how many more we could read! This book looks so good doesn't it. Thanks for visiting Oloore.

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  10. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to read books the same way as Elizabeth

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    1. It would be amazing. I think KaraLynne has caught all of our imaginations with that idea :)

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  11. Wow! What a wonderful excerpt! I can't wait to read more!

    Oh, yes, Vesper! To absorb books in such a way! Lovely!

    Yay! Ceri! Congrats on your first blog tour! Here's to many more! =D

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    1. Thank you Candy! It's a great excerpt isn't it, the kind that makes you go 'gaaaah!' when you get to the end and realise there is no more!

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