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The Darcys' First Christmas: The Disappearance

The Darcys' First Christmas: The Disappearance

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The Darcys' First Christmas: The Disappearance

2/5 (1 rating)
76 pages
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Dec 22, 2016


Elizabeth Darcy is thrilled to see her sister Jane again as the two prepare to spend their first Christmas with their new husbands in London. But when distressing news arrives from their family at Longbourn, it overthrows their plans. Fearing the worst, Elizabeth is forced to relive the shame of her sister Lydia's elopement. She worries that this new proof of her family's folly, and the reminder that Wickham now holds a permanent place in their lives, will test Darcy's attachment to her. Can their love endure this new challenge? Or will their first Christmas together be their last?

This clean and wholesome Regency novella has a happy ending and no clffhanger.

Dec 22, 2016

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Andrea David is a women's fiction author in Raleigh, North Carolina who writes stories of romantic love and family dynamics. She enjoys gardening, scuba diving, and hiking active volcanoes with her husband. Connect with her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/andrea.j.wenger.author/ Never miss a release! Sign up for Andrea's fan list to be notified of new books, special offers, and exclusive content.  http://eepurl.com/b2UhvD

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The Darcys' First Christmas - Andrea David

Chapter 1

Elizabeth Darcy descended the winding staircase in the London town house. Her muslin day dress rustled against her petticoats, the rose design complemented by a pink ribbon at the waist. Her temples ached with consternation.

Two necklaces were draped across her hand. A gold cross hung from each. One was all simplicity. The other was embellished with a diamond in the centre and elegant flourishes at the tips.

She strode into Darcy’s study. He was leaning back in his chair, cravat loose, eyes scanning the newspaper. It still sometimes surprised her that this handsome man was her husband. His high cheekbones, his strong chin, his piercing dark eyes sent a flush through her.

Behind him, a fire crackled. Light glinted against the polished green marble of the fireplace. Sunbeams pouring through the south-facing windows brightened the dark wood of the floors and bookcases.

What do you think, my love? She approached the desk and showed him the necklaces. I know Jane does not care about such things, but I am in a quandary. I would not wish to put on airs. But I do think the fancier necklace might be more fitting of my new station.

He rose and swept her into his arms. This beautiful neck requires no adornment. He trailed kisses along her flesh, and a shiver ran over her.

She turned to kiss his mouth before saying, That is a lovely sentiment. However, it does not help in my current predicament. Which would your mother have worn?

He scowled. You do not have the same taste as my mother did.

It is not only a matter of taste, Lizzy insisted. She was the daughter of an earl. She would have known the proper choice in such a situation.

He took the two necklaces from her hands and set them on the desk. Then, he kissed her palms. A flush warmed her body.

You have never before shown much interest in jewellery, he said. I suspect you are driving yourself mad over a trifle because you are eager to see your sister.

Lizzy’s stomach fluttered. I want everything to be perfect when Jane gets here.

Because Jane is such a demanding critic.

She pursed her lips and turned her head from him. He was right, of course. She was being silly.

The sisters had not seen one another since their wedding day. It had been a double ceremony that all of Meryton and half the surrounding county had turned out for. The day had been like something out of a storybook. The happiest day of her life.

Now, however, she missed Jane dreadfully. She had so much to tell her—things one can only confide in a most beloved sister.

With a gentle fingertip, Darcy turned Lizzy’s face back towards his. Jane will be deliriously happy to see you, and you her. You could both be naked and the other would not notice.

I would not go that far.

He gave her a playful grin. Perhaps I am arguing in favour of my wife being naked.

She looked at him slyly. "You will behave yourself once they get here, will you not?"

Certainly. But I see no reason to do so before. He kissed her deeply, and she did not resist.

Darcy and Lizzy had come to their London town house immediately after their honeymoon tour of the Cotswolds. They would spend the winter season there. Lizzy’s only regret was that there had been no time to travel to her new home at Pemberley.

She had not seen Darcy’s beautiful estate since her trip to Derbyshire the previous summer. She longed to learn all its secrets.

When her husband released her, she put on the necklace with the diamond. Darcy clasped it for her. A thrill rushed through her at the touch of his warm fingers on the tender flesh of her neck. Her belly tightened. But there was no time for intimacies before their guests arrived.

"I do need your help, she said, turning to face him, to avoid any missteps. London is not Meryton."

"At Netherfield last year, it was you schooling me on manners."

The manners of a small town. Now it is time for you to return the favour.

Surely you are not afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of Bingley and Jane?

She shook her head. Not them. Your uncle is an earl. I have never spent much time amongst the nobility.

"Lizzy. You are a gentlewoman and my wife. You have nothing to fear. The members of the ton will love you."

She arched her brows. "I am not certain being your wife does much to endear me to the women of your acquaintance."

Hoof beats drew Lizzy’s eyes to the window. A carriage came to a stop in front of the house. Jane! She brushed past her husband and hurried into the foyer.

Some decorum, madam, he teased, and she gave him a backwards look.

Lizzy wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and flung open the door. Jane was just stepping out of the carriage, a footman handing her down. Tendrils of blond hair escaped her bonnet and fluttered in the breeze. Lizzy flew down the brick stairs and into her sister’s arms.

Oh, Lizzy! How wonderful to see you, Jane said in her sweet voice. "I have much to tell you.

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