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Today
I’m happy to be welcoming Christine Combe back to the blog with her latest book,
Three Brides for Three Cousins. Read on to learn more about the book and enjoy an excerpt, which Christine has come to introduce.
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Excerpt from Three Brides for Three Cousins, Introduced by Christine Combe
Thank
you for having me again, Ceri! I’m so excited to be visiting Babblings of a
Bookworm today to talk about my latest Austenesque novel, Three Brides
for Three Cousins. This new story is a Pride and Prejudice tale
set on a slightly alternate timeline than the original. Many of the same events
will happen just not at exactly the same time as Jane wrote.
Book
Description
Fitzwilliam
Darcy’s twin cousins are ready for their debut in society, and one might think
that would keep their mother—the Countess of Disley—well occupied. But even
preparing her daughters for presentation to the Queen and their debut ball has
not stopped Lady Disley’s plans to marry off her two sons and her nephew at
last.
Elizabeth
Bennet and her elder sister Jane are in London with their aunt and uncle at
Gracechurch Street to enjoy some of the delights of the Season. They do not
expect that meeting Mrs. Gardiner’s cousin from Derbyshire and the young lady
to whom she is companion will lead to a reunion with the young man who wrote
Jane some verses of poetry when she was 15 … or that he will be revealed to be
a viscount.
Although
sure this means the end of their new acquaintance with the shy Miss Darcy,
Elizabeth and Jane are surprised when her brother lets the friendship continue.
More than that, Lord Rowarth is forced to confess that his feelings for Jane
remain strong, and his determination to defy convention and pursue a match with
her unintentionally draws Elizabeth and Darcy to each other. Amidst supporting
his brother's attachment to one Bennet sister and encouraging his cousin
Darcy’s growing feelings for the other, Colonel Theodore Fitzwilliam is
enlisted by a duke’s daughter to help prevent her family’s ruination from
scandal.
Family
drama, misunderstandings, and the expectations of society are difficult waters
to navigate. Can these three cousins get through it all to win the hearts of
their chosen ladies and secure their own happiness?
Now that I’ve
piqued your interest with the blurb, how about a look at chapter 2?
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Monday,
6 January 1812
Elizabeth Bennet had never been more
pleased to be in London than she was upon reading her father’s letter.
His writing at all was rare enough a
treat—Mr. Bennet rather enjoyed receiving correspondence, but disliked being
obliged to write back—so for him to write to her voluntarily, without her
having written first, was a special occasion indeed.
The contents of his letter were
excessively diverting; he had received a letter from his cousin Mr. Collins, a
young gentleman he had never met, about the beginning of December that he
admitted to not having replied to for a fortnight. Mr. Collins apologized for
not having written before but had feared disrespecting his father’s memory to
be on good terms with one whom the late Mr. Collins had been at variance. His
mind was now made up to “heal the breach” in their family; having been ordained
the previous Easter—and having been so fortunate as to be distinguished by the
patronage of someone called Lady Catherine de Bourgh—he felt it his duty to
promote and establish the blessing of peace in all families within the reach of
his influence.
Mr. Collins further apologized for being
the next in the entail of their family estate, as it would prove an injury to
Mr. Bennet’s “amiable daughters,” assured him of his intention to make them
“every possible amends,” and proposed coming to visit at Longbourn for a week.
He seems to be a most conscientious and
polite young man, Lizzy, upon my word, and I doubt not will prove a valuable
acquaintance, especially if Lady Catherine should be so indulgent as to let him
come to us again. He cannot possibly be sensible, I think—and in fact, I have
great hopes of finding him quite the reverse. There is a mixture of servility
and self-importance in his letter, which promises well. I am impatient to see
him. The only thing that could make the endurance of this visit more enjoyable
would be if you were here to laugh with me, my dearest girl. There will not be
two words of sense spoken together in this house until you and Jane are
returned.
Elizabeth smiled as she folded the
letter and put it away. Though she would certainly miss having the opportunity
to meet this cousin of her father’s—who was due to arrive at Longbourn that
very day—she could not say she was entirely sorry. She and her elder sister
Jane had both of them been invited to spend a few months of the London Season
with their aunt and uncle who lived there, and though they were not likely to
attend any grand balls—and were neither of them expecting to land a husband, as
was the general purpose of the Season—they were promised as much pleasure in
shopping, theatre, concerts, and museum tours as their uncle could afford. They
would meet many of their relations’ acquaintance who lived in Town, so there
would also be dinner parties and card parties to enjoy.
That she and Jane would also be free of
the foolishness and insipidity of their mother and youngest sisters was a
bonus.
“Oh, what joy!” cried her aunt suddenly.
Elizabeth looked to her aunt with a
curious gaze. “I see your letter has brought you as much amusement as mine has
given me, Aunt. May I ask what is so joyful?”
Marjorie Gardiner smiled as she looked
back at her niece. “My cousin Edina is come to London! I’ve not seen her since
before my marriage, though we have corresponded frequently. Oh, how I long to
see her—the poor dear was married just four years when her husband died of an
infection, and they had no children. Rather than return to her father’s house,
she took a position as companion to Miss Darcy.”
“Who is Miss Darcy, Aunt?” asked Jane.
Mrs. Gardiner looked up again as she
folded her letter. “Miss Darcy is sister to Mr. Darcy of Pemberley—do you
remember me telling you of that beautiful estate?”
Elizabeth nodded slowly. “Vaguely, yes.
Did not you say that the grounds are delightful, and did not my uncle once
claim there were woods and groves enough to satisfy even me?”
Her sister smiled and her aunt laughed.
“Yes, Lizzy,” said the latter. “I have heard that seeing the park at Pemberley
is a hard business, as it is a full ten miles round. I went there once—with my
cousin Edina and her parents, as a matter of fact—and we toured the gardens
about the house. I should have liked to see inside it as well, but the family
were home that day and my uncle would not disturb them.”
She lifted her letter. “Edina proposes
to call on me when they are settled, so perhaps in a day or two you shall meet
her.”
“’They,’ Aunt?” queried Elizabeth.
“She is come with Mr. and Miss Darcy.”
Elizabeth shared a look with Jane. “Does
Mr. Darcy bring his sister to Town for the Season’s marriage mart?”
Mrs. Gardiner laughed again. “Oh,
certainly not! Miss Darcy is not yet out, as she is but fifteen and her brother
thinks her too young to begin the search for a husband.”
If only Mamma were as pragmatic as Mr.
Darcy on that score,
Elizabeth thought sourly. She and Jane were the second and eldest of five
daughters, respectively; Mary was third; Catherine—whom the family called Kitty—was
fourth. Though the youngest of her sisters, Lydia was also the most outrageous;
she was but fifteen years old, and her behavior was wild and inappropriate. Mr.
Bennet had allowed her to be out in Meryton society when she was only fourteen,
at first resisting the idea but then relenting under the pressure—and
vexation—of the incessant complaints of his wife and her second favorite
daughter. Above all things, Mr. Bennet desired peace and quiet in which to
enjoy the books in his library, and if allowing the youngest of his children to
join her sisters in the society of their neighbors would achieve that, he was
glad to do it so long as they let him be.
Mrs. Bennet was sure that Jane’s
“angelic” beauty would save them from starving in the hedgerows when their
father was gone, for she was sure to get herself a rich husband, and she
believed Lydia’s “liveliness” to be equally certain of as fortunate a match as
her sister. Elizabeth knew that their chances of marrying well were not very
great, considering the limited society in Meryton. And if her father could not
be stirred to check her younger sisters’ behavior—for Kitty followed wherever
Lydia went despite being two years older—she feared that some misstep of theirs
would make any chance of a respectable match non-existent for all.
“No, my dears,” Mrs. Gardiner was
saying, “Edina said Mr. Darcy did not wish to leave his sister all alone in
Derbyshire, so brought her along while he conducts business in London.”
“Oh, how very kind he is to his sister!”
Jane declared. “But… What of their parents, Aunt?”
Elizabeth watched her aunt’s countenance
fall a little. “I am afraid they are both of them deceased,” she replied. “Lady
Anne Darcy passed… oh, about twelve or so years ago now. Mr. Darcy the elder
has been gone near five years.”
“And how old is the present Mr. Darcy?”
Elizabeth asked. “To have a sister so very young, he cannot be much older than
Jane.”
“I believe he is about
seven-and-twenty,” Mrs. Gardiner replied.
“One cannot help but feel for such a
young man, to have both the burden of his estate and fortune as well as a
sister’s guardianship thrust upon him at only two-and-twenty,” said Jane then.
“Indeed, my dear,” Mrs. Gardiner agreed.
“But from what my family and acquaintance in Lambton have told me, he is just
as kind and generous as his father was. I think it would be a privilege to be
noticed by him.”
Elizabeth scoffed. “Is it not said to be
a privilege and an honor to be noticed by anyone richer than oneself?”
“Now Lizzy, do not speak so uncivil,”
her aunt admonished her lightly. “You know it is the way of things that those
of greater fortune and rank are afforded greater respect and deference, and
therefore it is an honor to be acknowledged by them.”
Suppressing a sigh, Elizabeth nodded. “I
know it, Aunt. And you are right—it would be an honor indeed to be the
acquaintance of a man who owns half of Derbyshire.”
***
Author
Bio
Christine,
like many a JAFF author before her, is a long-time admirer of Jane Austen’s
work, and she hopes that her alternate versions are as enjoyable as the
originals. She has plans to one day visit England and take a tour of all the
grand country estates which have featured in film adaptations, and often dreams
of owning one. Christine lives in Ohio and is already at work on her next book.
Links:
Blog: All That
They Desire / Facebook: Christine Combe
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