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My special guest today is J. Dawn King, who is here to celebrate the release of her latest Christie Capps’ novels: Elizabeth and Lost & Found. It’s always a pleasure to have Joy as a guest, and you’re in for a treat today, dear readers! Please give her a warm welcome!

Thank you for your warm welcome, Anna. I really enjoy the variety you offer on your blog.

For some reason, amidst tragedy comes the will to escape into fiction. For the past several months illness has impacted our family and friends. This breaks my heart. Writing gives me an opportunity to control every aspect of the character’s lives, to fix things when they are suffering, and to make everyone happy—or not. If only we could do this in real life!

Now that these two stories (Elizabeth and Lost & Found) are completed and out in the world, I’m settling back in to finish my story Letter of the Law by J Dawn King. I do love this story and cannot wait to see how it ends. I’m already 800 words into the next chapter. I’ll post the chapter along with the first 16 chapters already on my website as soon as I finish. (http://jdawnking.com) As far as these Christie Capps stories are concerned, Elizabeth is a bit tongue-in-cheek with Colonel Fitzwilliam acting out of character to move the story along. Lost & Found is about 98% Darcy and Elizabeth. Elizabeth is in danger and our hero, Mr. Darcy, comes to the rescue. Swoon!

Here is the premise:

When he lost his heart to her, he found happiness.

Miss Elizabeth Bennet is missing—vanishing without a trace from the library at Rosings Park.

Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy feels duty-bound to find the most frustrating young lady of his acquaintance. He is Elizabeth’s sworn enemy. Yet, when he comes to her rescue, she is forced to rethink her opinion.

Trapped together for hours, each layer of their character is revealed until their masks are gone, and their worst fears are shared. Will Mr. Darcy’s arrogant pride keep him from finding tender affection and happiness? Will her prejudice withstand trials so a man worthy of her affection will not be lost?

In this sweet, angst-filled Regency variation of Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice, our dear couple overcome all odds to find a love for the ages…or do they?

Lost and Found is about 100 pages in length and is appropriate for all readers.

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Excerpt from Lost & Found

This scene describes how Darcy and Elizabeth find themselves confined for hours in a closet, which is the setting for the story.

“Secret passages? Of what are you speaking, Nephew?” His aunt stood and approached him. “As mistress of Rosings Park, I know every inch of this house, inside and out. Had there been hidden hallways from one room to the next, I would be aware,” she insisted. Fluttering her hand, she waved off his concerns. “No, Mr. Collins’ cousin has rudely run off to the parsonage with no intentions of thanking me for my hospitality. Young people these days!”

“She would never…” Darcy growled. His breath would be wasted defending Miss Elizabeth. There was nothing he could say his aunt would believe.

“I shall dismiss the footman immediately for his inattention.” His aunt was known for intolerance. “Miss Elizabeth has undoubtedly left Rosings, walking right by him, with no care to giving consideration to her hostess for my condescension.” Turning to her remaining guests, she insisted, “You may leave for the parsonage. When you come upon your guest, feel free to inform her I will no longer welcome her into my presence. She means nothing to me.”

As Mr. Collins sputtered his apology for the presumed slight given by his cousin’s daughter, Mrs. Collins approached Darcy.

“You will search until you find her?” she whispered. “Lizzy is not the sort to run off as your aunt stated. I fear she has come to harm.”

Darcy feared he same.

Reassuring the woman, he tasked Smyth with sending a rider to find the colonel. Richard would be the best man to find the missing young lady. When they were children, no matter how diligent Darcy was in finding a proper hiding place, Richard seemed to hunt him down with ease. It had been one of his life’s greatest frustrations before they outgrew the game.

The rest of Rosings’ staff were divided so every floor of the grandiose building was searched. A few of the grooms volunteered to look outside the doors and windows for evidence of her dainty footprints, a great sacrifice in the heavy downpour.

With a nod from the butler, they were gone. Leaving Lady Catherine standing alone in the middle of the room, Darcy gave her no further thought. Returning to the library, he stood at the room’s doorway to peer inside. Slowly scanning from one wall to the next, he finally noted something distinctly out of place. A narrow section of shelves was lined with cobwebs and dust-covered books to the point they appeared filthy and damaged. The wood holding up the books was dull in appearance, in direct contrast to the surrounding bookcases, which gleamed from having wax rubbed into the surface then polished out.

As he cautiously approached, Darcy noted an oddity he had never noticed before. The floor, thick with dirt and grime, had a circular seam in front of it which apparently ran behind the wall. The whole area in close proximity smelled of mildew and damp.

What is this?

Without hesitation, he stepped on the surface, placing footprints on a area that appeared to have not been disturbed in decades and started pulling books from the shelves. His uncle Sir Lewis had been short of stature, so Darcy began with the shelf at chest height. He was only three books in when he heard the click and felt movement below him. Before he could step aside, the bookcase, floor, and himself quickly spun into a dark void. The latch closing behind him when the wall came to a stop was deafening in the silence.

His rising panic was overridden by his need to find her. He hated the darkness.

“Help me.” The distant sound of her voice was a relief. “Help me. I am here.”

Fear for her drove him forward. Extending his arms, he easily touched both walls of the passageway. Running his hands through the dust and debris, his right foot unexpectedly hit the front of the first step of a staircase. Unable to stop his momentum, he crashed forward, the edge of the third stair banging into his knee. The pain was nothing to him.

Scampering to his feet, he again reached out for the walls.

Move forward. Find her. Move forward. Help her.

“Help!”

She must have heard his fall.

Rushing up the stairs, he pulled his hands from the walls. Instead, he held them in front of him feeling each upcoming tread, so he knew when he reached the top. Carefully, but quickly, he passed down a short landing only to reach another set of stairs. Climbing as rapidly as possible in the pitch blackness, Darcy gave no heed to hanging webs or the dirt now covering his face, hands, and clothing.

“Elizabeth!” His voice reverberated down the narrow passage. “Where are you?”

“I am here.” The muffled tone was clearer. He was getting closer. “Help me, please.”

The wall hit him square in the face while he was distracted by her voice.

“Oof!” Stepping back, his hands roamed the surface. The wood extended only to his right. He had reached the back corner of the house.

“Elizabeth,” he yelled again.

“You are closer. I hear you better.”

Taking six steps, he reached another wall. Pounding on the surface, he was thrilled when she immediately pounded back.

Her direction was clear. “There is a latch to the right of the door on the casing. It is a small button.” Her anticipation of rescue warmed him.

His fingers easily found the indentation. He pressed the small nob and the door at the same time. Within seconds he was inside, allowing the door to slam behind him.

“No!” Her despair sent chills down his spine. “No! No! No!” she cried as she roughly pushed him aside to reach behind him.

“What?” He could not see her but felt each rap of her fist on the wood with every beat of his heart.

“We are stuck, Mr. Darcy.” Her disappointment bordered on grief. “I have found no means of reopening either the door we came through or the one in front of us.”

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What a great excerpt! Thank you, Joy, for being my guest today! I bet my readers feel the same way I do right now: I can’t wait to find out what happens next!

Now I bet you all are dying to know about the other new Christie Capps’ release, Elizabeth. Here’s the blurb:

He could have anything he wanted…except her.

Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy finds himself in the unusual position of chasing a woman rather than being chased.
Miss Elizabeth Bennet is exasperated as Mr. Darcy, the rudest man of her acquaintance, is being nice—to her! How can she continue to despise a man who apologizes so well?

Based on Jane Austen’s classic novel, Pride & Prejudice, Mr. Darcy’s arrogance and pride are equally matched by Miss Elizabeth’s prejudice. In this fast-paced novella set in Regency England, can they both overcome strongly entrenched personalities to discover peace and happiness? Of course, they can. This is Mr. Darcy and his Elizabeth, he hopes.

Elizabeth is appropriate for all readers. This story can be read in about an hour and is around 100 pages.

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Giveaway

Joy, as Christie Capps, has not come to the blog empty-handed. She is offering three eBook copies each of Lost & Found and Elizabeth. Please include your email address, and indicate which book you’d like to receive if chosen as a winner. This giveaway will be open through Sunday, May 27, 2018. Winners will be randomly selected from those who leave comments and announced in the comments section of this post. Good luck!

Have you read any of Christie Capps’ stories? Which is your favorite?

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