The Courtship of Edward Gardiner Blog Tour by Nicole Clarkston - Guest Post and Giveaway

 Today I am pleased to welcome author Nicole Clarkston to the blog as part of the blog tour for her new book. The book focuses on Uncle Gardiner and his courtship, which of course takes place before the events of 'Pride & Prejudice', as by the time we meet him he is a married father of four.

I will share the blurb of the book with you and than hand over to Nicole for a wonderful guest post featuring Lady Catherine de Bourgh, and what she did after she left Pemberley and Lambton. Read on for more details and a chance to win a copy of the book!

Book Blurb:

Every great love has a beginning.

In Austen's Pride and Prejudice, we meet with perhaps the most sensible, caring relatives a lovelorn young woman could hope for: Mr and Mrs Gardiner. What is their story?

Edward Gardiner has just been refused by the lovely young woman he had intended to make his wife. Heartbroken and eager for a diversion, he accepts an invitation from his brother-in-law, Thomas Bennet, to accompany him along with his two eldest daughters to the north on family business. Gardiner's pleasure tour is interrupted, however, when his eldest niece falls ill and is unable to travel farther.

Stopping over in the scarcely remarkable village of Lambton, the men decide that Bennet must continue on, while Gardiner and the children remain. The only trouble is that Gardiner has not the least idea how he should care for one ailing niece and another who is ready to drive him to distraction... until he meets with Madeline Fairbanks.

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The following episode takes place within the timeline of The Courtship of Edward Gardiner. This particular tale opens just as the main narrative leaves Lady Catherine’s misfortunes to follow the happy couple, immediately after the Lady’s disappointment in the town of Lambton. 

Her recent displeasure with her brother-in-law George Darcy, as well as her fresh insults by some impertinent Miss in the street, have set Lady Catherine off to confront another highly ungracious person: her brother, the earl of Matlock.

The Further Adventures of Lady Catherine de Bourgh

“Insolent child!” hissed the owner of the carriage, slashing down the shade with a vengeance. Lady Catherine settled herself back on the squabs, fire spitting from her eyes and a deep frown creasing over her countenance. 

Lady Catherine had suffered a most dismal afternoon. First, George Darcy had refused to listen to reason regarding the proper upbringing of his son- for who better to counsel him than the sister of his dead wife, and a mother in her own right? Then, as if to heap insult, he had obstinately rejected her prudent advice and any future guidance in the affairs of his daughter. And who was to shepherd the girl, should her father perish before she came of age? Why, an absolutely ignorant pair of young bachelors! 

The only possible salvation lay in Fitzwilliam’s engagement to Anne. Yes, perhaps thereby she might still mentor her young niece. Firstly, however, the lad must be made to learn his place! He had been rather abrupt with poor, gentle Anne during their drive, and her precious daughter’s complexion still bore symptoms of the mortifications she had suffered at the callousness of her cousin. Fitzwilliam might have been brought round, had he only come away to school as he ought! Now, it appeared that the legendary Darcy temperament would only fester within the halls of Pemberley. She expected to find a stoic, willful lad the equal of his father upon their next encounter.

All of this would have been quite enough to spoil her day, but the final injuries sustained in Lambton had been simply too much. Waving her handkerchief, she demanded wordlessly that Mrs Jenkinson procure for her the smelling salts. The nerve of that inn-keeper’s wife, to refuse her shelter! And that rude little country urchin, daring to insult her on the street! Lady Catherine de Bourgh had sustained quite enough shocks for one day. 

Unhappily, there remained yet one more indignation she must suffer- one which she would not have been required to face, had it not been for all of the others. Anne, sitting across from her, clasped her hands and rode in portentous gloom, her white face gazing back at her mother’s as the carriage rattled toward Matlock.

“Catherine!” the earl boomed as she stepped down from her carriage. He twitched his head at a footman, and the young man hastened forward to assist her.

Lady Catherine glanced about the perfectly smooth drive, drawing up to the imposing house of her youth. Dusk was spreading over the landscape by this time, and there was nothing else for it but to make the best of matters. She cast back her head, making absolutely certain that her brother understood that she would not bend to his wishes in their last disagreement; her arrival here was an olive branch, a token of her gracious goodwill. Despite his shameful conduct, she would perform the duty of her station and mend the breach.

“James,” she dipped her head grandly. She spoke no more to him, but to the footman she commanded, “See that Miss de Bourgh is made comfortable straight away! It will not do for her to take a chill in this night air.”

The footman scurried away with a brisk, “Yes, my lady!” but was ignored. 

“Catherine,” the earl repeated, this time with firm insistence. “What is all of this about?”

“I have come, James, so that Anne may be known to her cousins. That is all. I intend to take my leave again on the morrow.” So saying, she lifted her shoulders and strode majestically to the house.

Her brother, predictably, would not allow it to pass. An hour later, after she had dressed and descended the stairs once more, he cornered her in his study before she could greet Lady Matlock. He stood behind that massive desk of his and leaned upon it, much as she remembered their father doing when he spoke. “Now, Catherine, you will tell me why you arrive unannounced at my door so late in the evening!”

She puckered her lips and slanted him a withering look. “It is a long journey from Kent, Brother.”

“You quarreled with Darcy again, didn’t you?” he laughed. “What was it about this time?”

“He is a perfect swine,” she proclaimed stoutly. “Just like all of the Darcys! Why our father ever allowed Anne to engage herself to him….”

“They threatened to bring ruin on the family if he did not permit it, as I recall,” observed the earl drily. 

“Nonsense! Anne knew her place,” sniffed the Lady. “Had our father not desired the Pemberley estate, she never would have-”

“Let it go, Catherine,” he cut her off. “You are in my house now, not Darcy’s, and we have matters to settle if I am to be your host for… an entire night, did you say? Am I to presume that you have decided to capitulate on that little disagreement of last winter?”

“Not in the slightest!” she lashed out. “I shall see you brought to reason before I waver one jot!”

He groaned and began to throw his hands up in exasperation when the door opened. Lady Matlock entered, with her younger son Richard following in her wake. The earl made a swift effort to clear his expression as his wife approached.

Lady Catherine performed a stiff curtsey to her sister-in-law, which was almost as coldly returned. She then cast a baleful eye over the brown-eyed lad before her. Already at sixteen, he possessed an assortment of the masculine qualities which tended to mark the Fitzwilliam men. He was tall and broad of shoulder for his age- though, to be quite truthful, all suspected that his younger cousin would eventually claim the better figure. Still, there was nothing objectionable in his countenance- indeed, most considered him a steady and winsome lad, whose only fault could be found in his order of birth. The same could not be said for his cousin.

“Catherine,” James spoke sharply, “I expect you remember Richard, do you not?”

Lady Catherine’s cheek flinched in disdain. “I was present at his christening, James. Of course, I do! You will not draw me from my design by parading your son in here like a fattened bull. I will not be thus put off!”

The earl shrugged. “At least I do not trot out my daughter like a prize filly.”

“Obstinate man, I am ashamed of you!” she snarled hotly. Had he been any but her own flesh and blood… oh, hang it all, what did that matter? “You dare to speak so of your own niece! Duty and loyalty to your family-”

“Is that what you told Darcy?” he cut her off. “Now, seriously, Catherine-”

“I will not be silent!” she crowed. “You think to divert me with this addle-headed scheme of yours, as if I would be persuaded by one who holds no regard for the traditions of our family!”

“Tradition! You haven’t the least notion-”

“Enough!” roared the countess at last. She stepped firmly between the feuding siblings, her hands raised defensively as though she expected one or the other might next throw a fist. “James!” she hissed to her husband, “you must not antagonise her!”

“I antagonise?” he blurted. “Who showed up at whose doorstep, after vowing never to darken the threshold again? The, er, shades of Matlock had been polluted, as I recall.”

“Insolence!” Lady Catherine howled in fury. “You dare to make light of this… this abomination you have wrought at our ancestral home? You then think I would further ally my daughter with this disgraceful circumstance! James Fitzwilliam, you deserve no notice from the de Bourgh line! I will not see my house and my name-”

“Catherine!” the earl bellowed. “When will you get it through your head that Anne would do just as well to marry Richard? Darcy is well positioned to attract the wealthiest heiresses in the kingdom, quite probably bringing another fine estate into the family fold. If Anne wed Richard, Rosings would be linked to Matlock- you know Matlock is every bit as fine as Pemberley! How do you suspect your daughter to be the loser by such an arrangement?”

Richard had been standing quietly by all this while, his lips pursed innocently and his eyes fastened on a painting above his father’s head. It was a trick he had learned from Darcy, and it was proving quite useful now, when his cheeks burned crimson from embarrassment. His gaze never wavered, either to his father or his aunt, as they continued their tirade.

“Anne linked to Matlock!” the Lady raged. “After you have disgraced the estate? The very notion is abhorrent! You are no longer worthy of my regard- why, your name ought scarcely to be mentioned in good society, and you would ask me to validate your scandalous disregard for duty, tradition-”

“Do not trouble me with this same argument, Catherine!” her brother interrupted. “I told you, did I not, that Darcy intended to do the same as I? And not only he! Why, I cannot think of a single man of influence who has not undertaken it at some time or other!”

“Indecent!” she declared. “Why, it ignores all of the claims of propriety, loyalty, the very interest of society!”

“Catherine, you never have been sensible to reason! Father was quite correct in marrying you off to old Sir Lewis, for if nothing else, it got you out of my hair! At least in Kent you could wreak no more havoc upon us here in Derbyshire!”

“I will interfere, James, for it is clear to me that you have lost your head! You ought never to have dared to alter what our father-”

The countess, who had been standing by with an expression of agonized forbearance, at last quit the conversation and beckoned for her younger son to do the same. They had made their appearance out of courtesy, but such a virtue was not highly prized in that heated study. As the debate between brother and sister raged on, Lady Matlock and her son crept quietly from the room.

Richard drew near to his mother, his eyes round. “Are you well, Mother? I fear my aunt is rather unpleasant this evening!”

The countess shook herself somewhat, once again donning her gracious demeanour. “Quite well, Richard. It is no less than I have come to expect. You know that every few years they have a good row. I suppose it will pass sooner or later.”

He glanced hesitantly back over his shoulder at the closed door, from which still emanated the shouts and furies of the Fitzwilliam family’s finest. “What set her off, Mother?” he wondered aloud.

The Lady brushed him off airily. “She disagrees with your father’s intention to engage you to Anne, for apparently only an elder son will do. As if Anne cares for a second estate, or could ever be strong enough to produce an heir!” she scoffed.

“Oh, no, Mother, I understand that well enough. Privately, I have no more desire to wed Anne than Fitzwilliam does, but that was not my question. Why is my aunt so put out with Father in the first place? We have not seen her here in six months, and I doubt we should have done so even today, had she not quarreled with my uncle.”

“Oh! That!” the countess laughed. “Why, ‘tis nothing of any real import. Your aunt disapproves of some of your father’s plans about the estate, that is all. She has vowed she would not even grace the house with her presence after such an… abomination, I believe that was the word she used.”

His brow wrinkled in thought. He could not recall any serious undertakings at Matlock at present. 

“Which plans does she find so abhorrent, Mother?”

“Why, the new French draperies in the drawing room, of course.”

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Author Bio:

Nicole Clarkston is the pen name of a very bashful writer who will not allow any of her family or friends to read what she writes. She grew up in Idaho on horseback, and if she could have figured out how to read a book at the same time, she would have. She initially pursued a degree in foreign languages and education, and then lost patience with it, switched her major, and changed schools. She now resides in Oregon with her husband of 15 years, 3 homeschooled kids, and a very worthless degree in Poultry Science (don't ask).

Nicole discovered Jane Austen rather by guilt in her early thirties- how does any book worm really live that long without a little P&P? She has never looked back. A year or so later, during a major house renovation project (undertaken when her husband unsuspectingly left town for a few days) she discovered Elizabeth Gaskell and fell completely in love. Nicole's books are her pitiful homage to two authors who have so deeply inspired her.

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Buy Link:

The Courtship of Edward Gardiner (US) / The Courtship of Edward Gardiner (UK)

Blog Tour Schedule:

21 Oct: Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway at More Agreeably Engaged

22 Oct: Review & Giveaway at Just Jane 1813

27 Oct: Review & Giveaway Savvy Verse & Wit

01 Nov: Excerpt & Giveaway at Half Agony, Half Hope

08 Nov: Guest Post & Giveaway So little time…

10 Nov: Review & Giveaway My Kids Led me Back to Pride and Prejudice

11 Nov: Guest Post & Giveaway at Babblings of a Bookworm

15 Nov: Review & Giveaway at My Vices and Weaknesses

17 Nov: Guest Post & Giveaway at A Covent Garden Gilflurt’s Guide to Life

26 Nov: Excerpt & Giveaway at Margie’s Must Reads

30 Nov: Review & Giveaway at  Diary of an Eccentric

01 Dec: Guest Post & Giveaway at From Pemberley to Milton

Giveaway Time!

Nicole Clarkston is offering one copy of The Courtship of Edward Gardiner on each stop of the blog tour. The format is readers’ choice (eBook or paperback) and is international. To enter, just leave a comment on this post by the end of the day on Friday 18 November. Please leave some way for me to contact you in case you are the lucky winner.