There may be some hints at SPOILERS within but I must have my say: This story is great not just because of the events told of within (and which we might have imagined) but because of Joana Starnes’ way with words…her ability as a word smith! The descriptions of both Darcy’s and then Elizabeth’s feelings: their love(s), their anguish, their disappointments, their pathways through so much misinterpretation, support and caring with no hope of any in return, then the need to disregard everything and everyone in the face of deep passion and love were so deeply stirring, so emotive! The lady can write! I could not put this down.OK, I did have to sleep some but if it were not a demand of my body I would have read through the night.even though at times my eyes were blurred with tears and I struggled to read. I reread this as an audible book and loved listening to Stevie's voice.
“You must leave me room to hope! Or, as God is my witness, by this time tomorrow I will have carried you off to Gretna Green and damn the consequences!” He kissed her with a passion bordering on desperation, then burst out, more fiercely than ever: After a year such as I had, there is nothing – nothing, do you hear? – that I would not do to be with you.”
From the very first days of our acquaintance I sat in judgement instead of courting you, and I paid a terrible price for it. “Elizabeth, pray let my judgement be my concern alone. “This cannot be! Today’s events have tampered with your judgement.” Not merely lost, but promised to his cousin – firmly in his life, but never his! How in God’s name was he to bear it and not become unhinged? How was he to have her at his table as Richard’s affianced, and not betray himself? How was he to see her, time and again, and give no sign that he wanted her more than he had ever wanted any woman? How was he to keep up the pretence, day after excruciating day?"
"Eyes tightly shut against the horrifying future, Darcy dug his fingers in his hair. Darcy’s rival for Elizabeth Bennet’s hand and heart is not some inconsequential stranger, but his dearest, closest friend? How is he to reconcile the claims of loyalty and kinship with the urge to pursue his heart’s desire? All is fair in love and war – or is it? What if Mr.
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