Monday, October 30, 2017

The Journey Home by Karen M. Cox ~ My Review


The Journey Home by Karen M. Cox

Publication Date: August 1, 2017
Publisher: Macmillan
Pages: ebook, 107
Received: I received a copy from the author for my honest review.
Rating: 3.5 Stars


Book Blurb: 

Georgiana Darcy has left girlhood far behind her. A young, single mother with two small daughters, she escaped a precarious existence. Now she has returned to her ancestral home, ready to rebuild her life. Her brother, William, welcomed her with open arms and helped her back on her feet. But home is more than a place—it’s a state of mind, and Georgiana has a journey of the heart ahead of her. As her brother falls in love with Elizabeth, the new girl in town, Georgiana finds herself drawn to William’s long-time friend, Sheriff Richard Fitzwilliam, a widower fifteen years her senior. Richard would never want her, or so she believes, but when he’s near, her sorrow vanishes. When Georgiana’s past comes roaring back to haunt her, can Richard and his kind, gentle ways help see her through?  

The Journey Home, a companion piece to the award-winning novel 1932, is a stand-alone “sidequel” novella—a story of self-discovery, acceptance, and romance that details one woman’s journey back from despair and forward to her future.



My Review: 

The Journey Home is a sweet novella concentrating on Georgiana Darcy. The story, set in the 1930's, moves quickly through the span of a two year period. 

It was sad to see the depth of despair and poverty that Georgiana had fallen into after running off with Wickham. But I loved to see her determination to improve her and her children’s lives after hitting rock bottom. She humbles herself and asks Darcy if she could come home to Pemberley. 

Georgiana’s daughter Maggie is adorable! I love her dark eyes with their intense Darcy stare - she’s a very serious girl! And I loved the relationship between her and Darcy. 

I wasn’t fond of the quickness of the story. The large gaps of time between chapters made it feel choppy to me. I also felt it lacked depth, which sometimes a novella can do.

You are not going to see much of what is going on with Elizabeth and Darcy in this story. It does focus mainly on Georgiana, her girls, Darcy, and Sheriff Fitzwilliam. I would recommend you read both books if you want to know what is happening between Elizabeth and Darcy. 

Overall, I enjoyed The Journey Home! It’s a wonderful side-sequel to 1932.

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About the Author

Karen M Cox is an award-winning author of novels accented with romance and history: 1932, Find Wonder in All Things, Undeceived, and I Could Write a Book. Other published works include an ebook novella, The Journey Home, “Northanger Revisited 2015”, which appeared in Sun-Kissed: Effusions of Summer, "I, Darcy," a short story in The Darcy Monologues, and "An Honest Man", which will appear in the upcoming anthology, Dangerous to Know: Jane Austen's Rakes and Gentleman Rogues

Originally from Everett, WA, Karen now lives in Central Kentucky with her husband, where she works as a pediatric speech pathologist, encourages her children, and spoils her granddaughter. Like Austen’s Emma, Karen has many hobbies and projects she doesn’t quite finish, but like Elizabeth Bennet, she aspires to be a great reader and an excellent walker.


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Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Teaching Eliza Blog Tour ~ Interview with Professor Darcy, Excerpt & #Giveaway!

Hello, my friends! I'm excited to have Riana Everly here today! Her new book Teaching Eliza sounds delightful - a mash-up of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice and George Bernard Shaw's Pygmalion! I'm looking forward to reading it! 

As part of the Teaching Eliza Blog Tour, Riana is here with a lovely interview with Professor Darcy and an excerpt from Teaching Eliza. I hope you enjoy it! And be sure to enter to win a copy! Details are at the bottom of the page.



Riana Everly interviews Professor Darcy

Me: Good evening, Professor. How kind of you to take time out of your busy schedule to visit with us.

Darcy:  Good evening. I am pleased to be here. It is always a relief to escape the demands of society for an hour or two. Er… there are no society matrons lurking in the wings, are there? I feel quite hounded by them.

Me: No indeed, sir. No matrons, I promise. No mamans on the hunt, nor débutantes waiting for a husband. You are quite safe here.

Darcy: That is a relief. I spent all day trying to escape my own Aunt Catherine. I finally gave her Wickham’s address when she asked of my whereabouts this evening. That ought to amuse her for a minute or two.

Me: You surprise me with your devious sense of humour! Now, to my first question: Our readers would like to know what first interested you in the field of phonetics.

Darcy: It began as a game of sorts. As a lad, I travelled extensively with my father as he conducted affairs pertaining to his estate and investments across England, and into Scotland and Ireland, even. I found that I had particularly sensitive ears and a prodigiously sharp memory. I derived my entertainment in listening to and emulating the various incarnations of English as I heard it. Some were melodic and lyrical, others assaulted my poor sensitive ears. By ten years of age, I could mimic the major regional distinctions of speech from across our great country and could identify the origins of a speaker from a few words. As I grew older and my skills grew more sophisticated and refined, I was able to pinpoint a man to within a few miles of his birthplace and more. That made for some grand entertainment whilst Father was conducting his business.

Me: Fascinating. But…

Darcy: Now, you, Madam, are a most interesting case. Unfortunate, but interesting.

Me: ME?

Darcy: To be certain. Most unfortunate. Oh, I see I have offended you. No matter, ‘twas not personally meant. I would be pleased to take you on as a student should I find myself with the time.

Me: I did not realize, sir, that I was to be subjected to your scrutiny this evening.

Darcy: Madam, my delicate ears can never rest. Now, let us see…. Hmmmm…. Born in South Africa. You can never lose those sharp consonants and high front vowels, no matter how you attempt to soften them with North American sounds. Yes, North American, that is next. You have incorporated the common rhotic…

Me: Er, Professor, I thought I was to interview you. (He glares at me, like I have just confessed that I hate his cravat).

Darcy: We shall dispense with the specifics then. You moved from South Africa to the west of Canada as a child, but then moved again to more central regions, where the general accent is fairly neutral. But, alas, you shall never live down your time in Montreal.

Me: Montreal? 

Darcy: You drop in French words every so often. Mamans and débutantes, as you said a few minutes ago. We shall not begin to analyze your deplorable French accent. I might be able to ameliorate your English pronunciation, but your French is quite beyond help.

Me: Well! Perhaps we ought to call this interview to an end, before I embarrass myself further by uttering a word in German or Spanish. Good night, Professor Darcy.

Darcy: Madam. Good night.

Me: Well! I never. The professor is rather insufferable, is he not? Shall we see how he treats poor Elizabeth Bennet?


In this excerpt, she has become aware of the inadequacies of her Hertfordshire accent and manners in the salons of London, and has come to ask the professor to take her on as a student. Darcy is confident in his skills as a teacher, but Lizzy is less certain. And the professor’s cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, has something to add as well, to sweeten the pot.

*************

“But do you believe I can learn all the manners and graces and patterns of speech in sufficient time for this?” Elizabeth still was unsure of her thoughts on the scheme.

“Six months, Eliza. Three if you have a good ear and a quick tongue.”

“I don’t think you can do it, Darcy,” the Colonel interrupted, “but I’ll throw in a wager if you can. Pass her off as the daughter of a duchess at some celebrated ball in six months, and I shall endeavour to see a case of that contraband French cognac you so like make its way to your house. Further, I shall contribute to outfitting her in all the fashions of Town. My allowance from the pater must be put to good use. We shall send for Mrs Pearce immediately, and take her to London for fittings and a meeting with your sister’s dressmaker.”

Darcy jumped to his feet and strode over to his cousin. “Let us shake on it, Richard. It is a deal!”

Elizabeth was stunned. The decision had been made, one that concerned her most completely and intimately, and she, it seemed, had little say in it.

“Gentlemen,” she protested once she finally was able to speak again, “you have forgotten to consult my wishes!”

“That is true, Darcy. Have you forgotten that Miss Elizabeth might have some feelings about your proposal?” The colonel’s concern was sincere.

“Oh no, I don't think so. Not any feelings that we need bother about. Have you, Eliza?” His cheery smile and the quizzical tilt to his head spoke of his utter disregard.

“Well I never! I was mistaken to speak to you. Please forgive me for interrupting your privacy,” she stood and turned to leave, but Darcy caught her by the elbow. She flinched at the unexpected physical contact, but remained still.

“No, no, not so fast, Eliza. I have decided that this little endeavour will be of great value to us both. I shall achieve my aim of throwing off the husband-hunters of town; you shall achieve yours of being able to move in society; and the colonel here will achieve his of procuring for me the cognac his fully intends to drink himself. Don’t be missish, Eliza,” his marvelous voice grew mesmerizing and seductive. “Think of the future. You shall pass as a grand lady, as a duchess. You shall be so admired that even should your custom slip and you revert, momentarily, to your present manners and speech, it shall be seen as something new and wonderful from the highest strata, and everyone will fall over their feet to emulate you. You shall have the pick of the finest men in town, and you shall marry very, very well. You will even have the opportunity to spend as much time as you wish in my library, perusing my vast collection, and reading at will. Think on it, Eliza! Think on it!”

He waved his hands suggestively as he spoke, and Lizzy was put in mind of the snake charmers she had seen once at an exhibition. But she was no slithering creature to be so manipulated!

“You have decided? You? What gives you the right to decide what will be of value to me? Have you appointed yourself my lord and master already, when I wished merely to enter into a business arrangement? How dare you!” She would have stamped her foot in indignation, but refused to give him the satisfaction of observing such a typical gesture. Instead she straightened up her posture and intensified her glare.

The colonel was biting his lips and could not suppress a wide grin. “Oh, I am enjoying myself immensely!” he proclaimed to nobody.  “You might wish to reconsider, Darcy. This one has fire that will meet yours in equal force. I might be a betting man at times, but I would not wish to wager a penny on which of the two of you would win a battle of wills.” He sat back in his chair and made himself comfortable, as if he were about to watch some entertainment.

Darcy, for his part, met Elizabeth’s indignation with a sally of his own. “How dare I? I dare by having the means, knowledge, and experience to give you what you want. What you asked for, in fact, only a few moments ago. Have you changed your mind already? Are you so unsteady in your convictions that a mere disagreement over price will send you fleeing? Or are you a woman made of sterner stuff — the sort of woman the ton would accept as my betrothed? I, for one, believe it is the latter.”

“And, sir, the only way I can prove my mettle is by surrendering to your terms? You sadly underestimate me! I shall be on my way and shall never bother you again. If my season in Town were to throw me in the paths of others like yourself, I should be glad to have avoided that fate.”





Book Description 

A tale of love, manners, and the quest for perfect vowels. 


From a new voice in historical romance comes this sparkling tale, wherein the elegance of Pride and Prejudice and the wit of George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion collide. The results are clever, funny, and often quite unexpected…. 


Professor Fitzwilliam Darcy, expert in phonetics and linguistics, wishes for nothing more than to spend some time in peace at his friend’s country estate, far from the parade of young ladies wishing for his hand, and further still from his aunt’s schemes to have him marry his cousin. How annoying it is when a young lady from the neighbourhood, with her atrocious Hertfordshire accent and country manners, comes seeking his help to learn how to behave and speak as do the finest ladies of high society.


Elizabeth Bennet has disliked the professor since overhearing his flippant comments about her provincial accent, but recognizes in him her one opportunity to survive a prospective season in London. Despite her ill feelings for the man, she asks him to take her on as a student, but is unprepared for the price he demands in exchange. 


“With her clever mash-up of two classics, Riana Everly has fashioned a fresh, creative storyline with an inventive take on our favorite characters, delightful dialogue and laugh out loud humor. Teaching Eliza is certain to become a reader favorite. It’s a must read!” – Sophia Meredith (author of the acclaimed On Oakham Mount and Miss Darcy’s Companion


Teaching Eliza is a full-length novel of about 110,000 words.

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About the Author

Riana Everly was born in South Africa, but has called Canada home since she was eight years old. She has a Master’s degree in Medieval Studies and is trained as a classical musician, specialising in Baroque and early Classical music. She first encountered Jane Austen when her father handed her a copy of Emma at age 11, and has never looked back.

Riana now lives in Toronto with her family. When she is not writing, she can often be found playing string quartets with friends, biking around the beautiful province of Ontario with her husband, trying to improve her photography, thinking about what to make for dinner, and, of course, reading! 


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Blog Tour Dates

Oct. 31 - Savvy Verse and Wit (review)
Nov. 1 - Austenesque Reviews

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Many thanks to Riana Everly for stopping by today! Congratulations on the publication of Teaching Eliza


Well, Professor Darcy certainly took over that interview, didn't he? ;) Just as, in the excerpt, he and the Colonel took over the education plans for Eliza! Lol! What are your thoughts?

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

What Are You Reading? ~ Oct 18, 2017

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What are you Reading?  Let me know what your current read is, what you recently finish reading, and what you plan on reading next! 

Wow! It's been a while since I've posted my Wednesday meme! I've been super busy, but I'm back! :) 

Here's my list: 

I'm currently reading The Goodness of Men by Anngela Schroeder. I'm enjoying it! I'm only about a quarter through so I can't really say too much  yet. 








I recently finished Anyone? by Angela Scott. Loved it! I love post-apocalyptic/survival stories, and this was a good one. 





I also finished A Storm of Swords by George R.R. Martin! Yay! Oh, but man, it dropped a bomb on the last page! So, now I want to jump into the next book. Haha! I was going to take a break from the series.  




And before that, I finished These Dreams: A Pride & Prejudice Variation by Nicole Clarkson. This was really good too - intense with a lot of angst! Also, it's a long book at 732 pages. 







What's next? I'm not sure, but I'll let you know! ;) 

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I'm linking up with This Week In Books hosted by Lipsyy Lost & Found.


And with Sam @ Taking on a World of Words


I was at the JASNA AGM earlier this month. You can see my pictures on So little time's Facebook page! It was a blast!

I hurt my back on Monday. :( I can't sit at my desk for too long. I've been laying on a heating pad for two days now, but I am feeling much better. I'm going to keep resting it. Have a great week! 

So, tell me, what are you reading? 

Saturday, October 14, 2017

The Merchant's Pearl Giveaway Winners!

Hey there, my friends! The winners of The Merchant's Pearl have been picked! I hope you enjoyed Amie O'Brien's guest post, Even a Harem Needs Jane Austenas much as I didI found the premise of her new book very interesting, and hope to read it soon! 

Thank you, Amie, for being a guest here! It was a pleasure to have you and to learn about your new book!



Without further ado, the randomly picked winners are:

Lee

DarcyBennett

Luthien84


Congratulations, everyone! 

Many thanks to all those who left comments! {{hugs}}



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Winners, if you haven't heard from me, please, send me an email! Thanks! 

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Mistaken by Jessie Lewis Blog Tour ~ Guest Post & #Giveaway!

Hello, my friends! As part of the Mistaken Blog Tour, Jessie Lewis is stopping by with an interesting guest post. I hope you enjoy! And don't forget to enter the giveaway! Details are at the bottom of the page. 



Thank you, Candy, for inviting me to talk to your readers about my new novel Mistaken. There’s a lot to say about in a book that’s in excess of 420 pages long and took five years to write. It took a little while choosing what to talk about! In the end I thought, why not start at the beginning—with the prologue.

Anyone who’s read the book will now be crying, “What prologue?” because, well, there isn’t one. Mistaken, you see, has had a chequered history with prologues, and has boasted more than one over the course of its life, none of which survived the final edit. Before I talk about why I decided to get rid of them all, let me tell you why I wrote one to begin with.

Mistaken began life as a WIP (a work in progress, being posted online as it was written) on the wonderful JAFF site, A Happy Assembly. When I began posting, way back in May 2013, the story had yet to go through the many edits and iterations to which my growing experience as a writer would later subject it. I found the beginning of the story was excessively slow. In an attempt to capture interest from the outset, I wrote a rather enigmatic prologue that hinted at future action. It was comprised of two distinct scenes and was fairly well received online, but I soon realised this wasn’t the wisest move.

The problem was that readers were rather too intrigued by its ambiguity. Though it was enormous fun to have a comment thread buzzing with conjecture, before I knew it, speculation as to the meaning of the opening scenes had begun to overshadow the unfolding story, distracting readers from more important, if subtler, nuances in the narrative. Rather than an intriguing hook, the events described in the prologue became the sole focus of the tale. That would have been great, if I’d pinned it on a more significant plot point, but I’d chosen an event that, whilst suspenseful, was by no means at the heart of the tale.

In an attempt to overcome this problem, I wrote another prologue, set further into the story. Alas, rather than redirecting interest, it gave too much away, and readers soon began guessing large chunks of my plot. Needless to say, this one was swiftly relegated to the cutting room floor, never to be resurrected.

In hindsight, the most salient lesson I’ve learned about prologues—be they intended to set the stage or stage a mystery—is that they ought to be written last. Only when you know your story inside out, from beginning to end, can you write an introduction that does justice to the whole of it. My various attempts fell a bit short, which is why none of them made the final cut. That said, the first prologue is no less relevant to that part of the story to which it did allude, and can still be enjoyed as a teaser to the story. I’m delighted, therefore, to share with you one of the original prologues to Mistaken.


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Saturday, 23 May 1812: Hertfordshire

     Despite the hour, shadows bloomed to fill every space as black clouds rumbled across the sky, obscuring the sun. Leaden air gusted through the open and forgotten door, whipping his coat tails about the backs of his knees, the fluttering movement accentuating his stillness. His head was bowed. With one hand, he gripped the back of a chair, the palm of the other he pressed to his dust-caked thigh, preventing the threatening tremor. He was too late.

     A door opened, releasing a burst of anguished wailing, then it closed and muted quiet descended once more. Gentle footsteps brushed across the floor, and a pair of delicately embroidered slippers stopped a short distance before his mud-spattered hessians. He frowned slightly.

     “You have changed your shoes,” he mumbled, without looking up.

     “Pardon?”

     “Forgive me.” He shook his head to dispel the niggling vexation. He looked up into her implausibly serene countenance. Struggling to bring his own expression under regulation, he enquired after her mother.

     “She does not do well with worry,” she replied, wincing slightly. “As you hear. Her nerves—”

     “It is to be expected. Once your sister is recovered, it will all seem less horrible.”

     She looked at him with widened eyes. “If she—”

     “Please!” he interrupted, holding up his hand. “Speak not of other outcomes.”

     “You are trembling,” she said in the softest of voices.

     “Yes.” He snapped his hand back to his leg. With tragic irony, the heavens chose that precise moment to open. He let out an incredulous huff of laughter and added bitterly, “It has been a trying afternoon.”

     He stood in silence, none of his thoughts in the room with him. After he knew not how long, she interrupted his mounting dread, her tone strangely reluctant.

     “I must thank you for—”

     “Pray, do not thank me! I cannot express the depth of my regret that I did not reach her in time.”

     “Neither did my uncle, or any of Colonel Forster’s men. You must not blame yourself.”

     “But when I think I could have prevented it.” He slammed his palm on the back of the chair. “I, who knew how she disliked him!”

     “I admit,” she said stonily, “I had not understood you to be in her confidence.”

     “I am hardly that, but I knew she did not wish for his attentions.” He threw his hands up. “What was his interest in her? Why her?”

     “I often ask myself the same.”

     “And now this!” He turned and began traipsing back and forth before her, his boots mixing the invading rivulets of rain with the mud yet to be cleared from the flagstones, besmirching the floor with muddy prints. “What transpired that could possibly have persuaded him to such recourse?”

     He heard her quiet sigh.

     “My sister is oft times impetuous. It grieves me to say it but … it is possible she brought this upon herself.”

     He halted his steps and regarded her in astonishment. “Surely you do not believe that?”

     She coloured and looked away, wringing her hands together before her. “I do not know,” she whispered, her voice quivering. “I do not know what I believe. It is all so horrible.”

     She burst into tears as she said this, and for a few minutes could not speak another word. In wretched suspense, he could only say something indistinctly of his accord and observe her in bewildered silence. At length she quieted and wiped her eyes, begging his forgiveness, the necessity of which he politely refuted and made the requisite enquiry as to her wellbeing.

     In response and amidst all the horror and alarm of the day’s proceedings, she actually smiled, then thanked him and gave him to understand she was much better for knowing she had his sympathy. He answered with only a slight inclination of the head and was grateful when they were interrupted and the conversation was ended.


~~~~~

Tuesday, 2 June 1812: London

     “You are a difficult woman to find.”

     A woman in drab, scruffy clothing started and spun around, pinning herself to the wall. Only the dim glow of flickering candles spilling from parlour windows gave any light, and the thick, malodorous smog swirling about them obscured even that. Nonetheless he knew he had found his quarry; they were well acquainted. He stepped closer and her eyes widened, her gaze darting frantically up and down the alley and back to him.

     “Nasty part of town,” he said, looking about and sniffing. “Far cry from your previous establishment. Shame you had to leave there, was it not?”

     She made no response, only pressed further against the damp wall.

     “Still, you really could not have stayed, could you?”

     The woman shook her head. Jameson took a moment to admire the buttons on his greatcoat, twisting one of them between his fingers and polishing it with his thumb. Then he looked up, his head cocked to one side. “You even care how the girl fares?”

      “They had you kick me out the same day with barely coin enough to get to Bromley. Why should I care how she fares?”

      He stepped closer, his bulk looming over her scrawny frame. “Perhaps you ought to have considered that eventuality before engaging in skulduggery with your friend.”

     Again she did not reply, though she cowered and paled. A man stumbled drunk from a tavern farther down the alley, light spilling with him onto the cobbles, and the woman made to run. Jameson’s palm slammed into the wall to the side of her head bringing her up short. He leant to whisper in her ear. “Where is he?”

     “Who?”

     Her trembling belied the cockiness of her retort. He leaned back and glared at her. “Where?” he said, more insistently.

     “What’s it to him?” she blurted. “Why has he sent you?”

     “I believe your friend was explicitly cautioned to behave himself in my employer’s last communication. This latest little misdemeanour has rather vexed him.”

     “It was an accident!” she cried, all outrage.

     “Well that is terribly comforting to know. Perhaps, if she dies, that will go in his favour in court.”

     The woman blanched.

     “Let us hope she does not,” Jameson continued, “lest you be nabbed for harbouring a murderer.”

     She swallowed noisily. He leaned close enough to smell the wine on her breath. “Where is he, Younge? Where is Wickham?”

     With one last helpless glance along the blind alley, she closed her eyes and blew out a breathy sigh. She pushed away from the wall with a grunt and wrapped her shawl more tightly about her shoulders. “This way.”


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Thank you, everyone, for popping in to So Little Time… today to take part in my blog tour. Please feel free to ask any questions in the comments below, or you can contact me via my social media pages (links in the author bio, below). I’d love to hear from you!





Blurb: 

Fitzwilliam Darcy is a single man in possession of a good fortune, a broken heart, and tattered pride. Elizabeth Bennet is a young lady in possession of a superior wit, flawed judgement, and a growing list of unwanted suitors. With a tempestuous acquaintance, the merciless censure of each other’s character, and the unenviable distinction of a failed proposal behind them, they have parted ways on seemingly irreparable terms. Despairing of a felicitous resolution for themselves, they both attend with great energy to rekindling the courtship between Darcy’s friend Mr. Bingley and Elizabeth’s sister Jane. 

Regrettably, people are predisposed to mistake one another, and rarely can two be so conveniently manoeuvred into love without some manner of misunderstanding arising. Jane, crossed in love once already, is wary of Bingley’s renewed attentions. Mistaking her guardedness for indifference, Bingley is drawn to Elizabeth’s livelier company; rapidly, the defects in their own characters become the least of the impediments to Darcy and Elizabeth’s happiness. 

Debut author Jessie Lewis’s Mistaken invites us to laugh along with Elizabeth Bennet at the follies, nonsense, whims, and inconsistencies of characters both familiar and new in this witty and romantic take on Jane Austen’s beloved Pride and Prejudice.

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About the Author

I’ve always loved words—reading them, writing them, and as my friends and family will wearily attest, speaking them. I dabbled in poetry during my angst-ridden teenage years, but it wasn’t until college that I truly came to comprehend the potency of the English language. 

That appreciation materialised into something more tangible one dark wintry evening whilst I was making a papier-mâché Octonauts Gup-A (Google it—you’ll be impressed) for my son, and watching a rerun of Pride and Prejudice on TV. Fired up by the remembrance of Austen’s genius with words, I dug out my copy of the novel and in short order had been inspired to set my mind to writing in earnest. I began work on a Regency romance based on Austen’s timeless classic, and my debut novel Mistaken is the result. 

The Regency period continues to fascinate me, and I spend a good deal of my time cavorting about there in my daydreams, imagining all manner of misadventures. The rest of the time I can be found at home in Hertfordshire, where I live with my husband, two children, and an out-of-tune piano. You can check out my musings on the absurdities of language and life on my blog, Life in Words, or you can drop me a line on Twitter, @JessieWriter or on my Facebook page, Jessie Lewis Author, or on Goodreads, Jessie Lewis.


Blog Tour Schedule

10/03   My Jane Austen Book Club; Vignette, Giveaway
10/04   Darcyholic Diversions; Author Interview, Giveaway
10/05   Just Jane 1813; Review, Giveaway
10/06   Diary of an Eccentric; Guest Post, Excerpt, Giveaway
10/07   My Love for Jane Austen; Character Interview, Giveaway
10/08   Of Pens and Pages; Review, Giveaway
10/09   From Pemberley to Milton; Guest Post, Giveaway
10/10   Half Agony, Half Hope; Review, Excerpt
10/11   Savvy Verse and Wit; Review, Giveaway
10/12   So little time…; Guest Post, Giveaway
10/13   Babblings of a Bookworm; Vignette, Giveaway
10/14   Interests of a Jane Austen Girl; Review, Giveaway
10/15   Laughing With Lizzie; Guest Post, Excerpt, Giveaway
10/16   Austenesque Reviews; Vignette, GA






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It's giveaway time! Meryton Press is giving away EIGHT E-copies of Mistaken by Jessie Lewis! To enter, fill out the Rafflecopter below!


  • Readers may enter the drawing by tweeting once a day and daily commenting on a blog post or review that has a giveaway attached for the tour. 
  • Entrants must provide the name of the blog where they commented. 
  • Remember: Tweet and comment once daily to earn extra entries.
  • A winner may win ONLY 1 (ONE) eBook of Mistaken by Jessie Lewis. 
  • Each winner will be randomly selected by Rafflecopter.
  • Giveaway is international.
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Many thanks to Jessie Lewis for stopping by here today! I enjoyed her thoughts on writing a prologue! And I enjoyed the prologue she didn't add to her book, and it left me with many questions! Oh, it looks like I'm going to have to add another book to my ever growing TBR list! 

Also, a big thanks to Meryton Press and Janet Taylor for including me on this tour! 

Any thoughts? We'd love to hear from you! 
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