I am going to reintroduce you to an author who has already shared some lovely moments with us before: Amy D’Orazio. Thank you very much Amy for stopping by again with another lovely book.
Amy D’Orazio is a former breast cancer researcher and current stay at home mom who is addicted to Austen and Starbucks in about equal measures. While she adores Mr. Darcy, she is married to Mr. Bingley and their Pemberley is in Pittsburgh PA.
She has two daughters who are devoted to sports which require long practices and began writing her own stories as a way to pass the time she spent sitting in the lobbies of various gyms and studios. She is a firm believer that all stories should have long looks, stolen kisses and happily ever afters. Like her favorite heroine, she dearly loves a laugh and considers herself an excellent walker.
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Amy has a new book that you cannot miss: A Short Period of Exquisite Felicity. I am going to let Amy’s words to give you a feeling of what you may expect:
Good morning, Ana. Thank you for inviting me to your blog, My Vices and Weaknesses, to share this excerpt from my newest release, A Short Period of Exquisite Felicity. This excerpt is from a scene between Darcy and Elizabeth while they share a private moment in the Netherfield’s library. I hope your readers enjoy this excerpt as much as I loved writing!
It had been a pleasant surprise to discover Bingley’s library was now far better stocked than on his first visit to Netherfield. He had even discovered several volumes that he owned but had not yet had time to read. Such was the volume he had begun that afternoon, and he eagerly anticipated losing himself in its pages once again.
He strode through the dark halls intent on his mission and entered the library within minutes, eager to retrieve the tome he hoped would help him pass the next solitary hours.
Elizabeth had the same notion, or so he surmised when he found her standing in front of the bookshelves. She startled upon seeing him and nearly dropped the lamp she held.
“I beg your pardon,” he said, bowing stiffly.
“No, I…” She bobbed awkwardly then looked around her, as if hoping the bookshelves might give her some indication of what to say.
Thankfully, his book was immediately apparent on a small side table near a comfortable blue chair where he had whiled away the afternoon. “My book.” He gestured at it.
“Oh.” She picked it up and took a step forward to hand it to him. Alas, her diffidence caused her to misjudge, and instead of landing in his hand, the book fell to the floor with a thud that startled them both.
“Oh!” She exclaimed again. “Forgive me, I…”
She bent to retrieve it. By unfortunate coincidence, he did likewise, and their heads collided. Both straightened immediately, each raising a hand to rub the spot where they had struck one another and babbling apologies. Elizabeth was quick to bend again and retrieve the tome where it still lay.
He took it and thanked her. “Is your head—?”
“I am well,” she assured him. “Yours?”
“A trifling bump.” He hesitated a moment then extended his hand to her.
Her eyebrows flew up for a moment until she arranged herself into a more sedate countenance. Her hand—pale, trembling, and small—came slowly to rest upon his. In a manner most natural, their hands moulded to one another, but he pushed that thought away, leading her to the sofa and sitting down next to her.
For a short while, he did not speak, staring down at the rug beneath their feet. He felt her eyes upon him, no doubt baffled by this alteration in his demeanour towards her.
“I thank you for your apology…before…in the drawing room. I did not receive it graciously, and I should have.” In a quieter tone, he added, “You know me too well to believe that I am well. I am not—not yet. I was ungenerous, and I am sorry.”
“You need not apologise to me,” she murmured.
He took a deep breath. “I shall be leaving in the morning and—”
“What? Leaving?” She interrupted him quickly. “Why are you leaving?”
He did not answer, and she pressed him. “Because of me?”
Because I am a helpless moth drawn to your flame, and I fear I shall be incinerated.
He did not reply but rose from the settee and walked a few paces before turning back to look at her.
“It is hard,” he began. “Very hard…” He stopped speaking, unable to clearly say what he wished her to know.
“To pretend there is nothing between us,” she said when the silence had drawn too long.
“Pray, do not leave on my account.” She lowered her head and clasped her hands together, her fingers busily twisting among each other. “Your friend has missed you, and my sister is pleased to have you among her party. I shall go; I must go.”
She was an ethereal beauty sitting there, illuminated by the small dim lamp. She seemed so sorrowful with her head lowered. Everything within him revolted against seeing her thusly—she should be in sunshine with laughter dancing in her eyes—and he was struck by the need to fix the situation, to fix whatever ailed her.
“Elizabeth, I cannot ask you to leave your sister’s house.”
“I am offering to leave; indeed, I must, for I am needed at Longbourn.”
He wanted to stay; indeed, he wanted it a great deal. Was he a fool? Should he be leaving her as fast as his horse would take him?
But no. She would go to Longbourn, and he would be at Netherfield. Perhaps in smaller doses, he would learn to be unaffected by her.
“Very well,” he said quietly. “I shall stay.”
He helped her to rise, and when she stood, he did not drop her hand. They looked at each other for some time until he finally bowed over her hand, allowing himself one brief graze of his lips against her bare fingers before she left him.
Whaaaaat???? What have we just read? What is going on between them? There are in given names status… Elizabeth. Is he a fool? Why so nice and so… even tender? Amy, have you no consideration for my nerves??
Dear readers, after trying to calm down, just below you can read the blurb that may answer some of these questions. You may then be able to breath in and out without palpitations 😉
Is not the very meaning of love that it surpasses every objection against it?
Jilted. Never did Mr. Darcy imagine it could happen to him.
But it has, and by Elizabeth Bennet, the woman who first hated and rejected him but then came to love him—he believed—and agree to be his wife. Alas, it is a short-lived, ill-fated romance that ends nearly as soon as it has begun. No reason is given.
More than a year since he last saw her—a year of anger, confusion, and despair—he receives an invitation from the Bingleys to a house party at Netherfield. Darcy is first tempted to refuse, but with the understanding that Elizabeth will not attend, he decides to accept.
When a letter arrives, confirming Elizabeth’s intention to join them, Darcy resolves to meet her with indifference. He is determined that he will not demand answers to the questions that plague him. Elizabeth is also resolved to remain silent and hold fast to the secret behind her refusal. Once they are together, however, it proves difficult to deny the intense passion that still exists. Fury, grief, and profound love prove to be a combustible mixture. But will the secrets between them be their undoing?
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Blog Tour Schedule
You can follow many many more post about this great book and maybe you will find a bit more about this bittersweet scene that Amy has shared today with us.
21st February More Agreeably Engaged / Book Review & Giveaway
22nd February From Pemberley to Milton / Book Review & Giveaway
23rd February Austenesque Reviews / Guest Post & Giveaway
24th February My Vices and Weaknesses / Excerpt Post & Giveaway
25th February My Love for Jane Austen / Vignette & Giveaway
26th February Babblings of a Bookworm / Book Review & Giveaway
27th February Savvy Verse and Wit / Guest Post & Giveaway
28th February Laughing with Lizzie / Vignette Post & Giveaway
1st March So Little Time / Excerpt Post & Giveaway
2nd March Of Pens and Pages / Book Review & Giveaway
3rd March Liz’s Reading Life / Author Interview
4th March Just Jane 1813 / Book Review & Giveaway
5th March Diary of an Eccentric / Guest Post & Giveaway
6th March Margie’s Must Reads / Book Review & Giveaway
Time to Give Away
Amy D’Orazio and Meryton Press are giving away 8 copies to 8 different winners. The giveaway finishes a couple of day after the end of the blog tour, March the 8th . Check the terms and conditions below.
Terms and conditions:
Readers may enter the drawing by tweeting once each day and by commenting daily on a blog post or review that has a giveaway attached to this tour. Entrants must provide the name of the blog where they commented. Each winner will be randomly selected by Rafflecopter and the giveaway is international. Each entrant is eligible to win one eBook.