#Promo #Spotlight : Death Takes a Holiday at Pemberley by Kelly Miller @kellyrei007

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Death Takes a Holiday at Pemberley by Kelly Miller
Publication date: June 14th 2019
Publisher: Meryton Press
Genre: Fantasy / Paranormal

Synopsis:

What will the master of Pemberley do when confronted with the mercurial whims of an all-powerful angel?

Fitzwilliam Darcy’s well-ordered life is about to become a chaotic nightmare. A man of fortune, property, and social prominence, he has everything he could desire. Blissfully married to his wife, Elizabeth, they have a two-year-old son. With so much to live for, Darcy is shaken by a near-fatal riding accident. After a miraculous escape, he is visited by an otherworldly being: an angel of death named Graham. Threatening dire consequences, Graham compels Darcy to guide him on a sojourn in the world of mortals.

Darcy immediately questions the angel’s motives when he demands to be a guest at Pemberley. Can he trust Graham’s assurance that no harm will come to his wife and child? And why does Graham insist on spending time with Elizabeth? How can Darcy possibly protect his family from an angel with power over life and death?

In this romantic fantasy, the beloved couple from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice must contend with both human and unearthly challenges. Are the fates against them? Or will their extraordinary love conquer all?

Excerpt:

Darcy moved to the mantle and leaned against it. A mixture of relief and regret flowed through him when his wife left the room. How was he to tolerate Mr. Graham’s presence around his family?

“So that was Elizabeth.”

He stood straighter, jutting his chin out. “Mrs. Darcy to you.”

Mr. Graham laughed. “Come, now, Darcy. If we are to convince your wife of our old and abiding friendship, we must not be so formal. I can already surmise from Elizabeth’s bearing that she is not one of those cold, pompous ladies of the ton. She will not mind her husband’s dearest friend from university calling her by her given name.”

He huffed and gave the blond man a piercing glare.

“Now then, my dear old comrade, what were you planning to do this morning?”

Darcy expelled his breath with force. “I am having a new, larger pen and shelter built for our herd of Merino sheep. We have been growing the herd, and they need more space. I am certain it would not be of the slightest interest to you.”

Graham rubbed his hands together. “Excellent, it sounds fascinating.”

He cleared his throat. “Mr. Graham—”

Graham raised his eyebrows. “Please call me Graham.”

Through gritted teeth, he said, “Graham.”

“Much better.”

He forced a smile upon his face. “Graham, I want you to know I do appreciate the extraordinary thing you did for me yesterday. As you no doubt realize, my marriage is a happy one, and my son is yet quite young. He will be two years old this month. I have every reason to want to live, so I thank you with profound sincerity for preventing my death.”

Graham bowed his head. “You are welcome.”

Darcy drew in a long breath, twisting his signet ring as he spoke. “I must tell you that, in truth, I believe you will find it wearisome to follow me around. I imagine you would be much better entertained with a distinguished gentleman of the ton or an actor or opera singer. London is full of people who live adventurous, decadent, and colourful lives. In comparison, I am certain you will find me tedious and dull.”

The blond man’s countenance sobered. “You are correct; I could spend my time with anyone I choose, whether in England or any other country. I could have delayed the death of the poor chap whose body I now inhabit. I grant you that spending time with him might have kept me well entertained. Nevertheless, it is you I have chosen to visit, so for the next week, you must accept that you are compelled to tolerate my company.”

Making an effort not to frown, he nodded. It appeared the angel would not be swayed from his chosen course. One particular aspect of Graham’s speech had made him uneasy, but due to the anxiety of such a frightening episode, it appeared his ability to deliberate was impaired, and the elusive detail remained outside the confines of his reasoning. Rather than allow this lapse to niggle at him, he gave up trying to recall the specifics; if it were important, it would come back to him in time.

Darcy, faced with Graham’s determination to accompany him to the sheep’s pasture, escorted him to the stables. Finding the man a suitable mount required close to twenty minutes since none of the horses in the stables would tolerate the blond man enough to let him get near them, much less get upon their backs. At last, they found an older, red roan gelding named Rusty who allowed Graham to mount him.

Regal snorted and laid his ears back as Graham rode beside them on Rusty, but when Darcy spoke to his horse in a calm, steady voice, the steed soon quieted. As the two men made their way out of the paddock, Graham explained that certain animals were uneasy around him. “I always have trouble with horses. They are too damned sensitive. With dogs, I tend to have better luck. I suppose you could say they are not as selective.” He grinned at the joke made to his own detriment.

In the field where the sheep were kept, several men worked on a shelter, and a couple of others repaired a fence. Graham asked a series of questions as they went along pertaining to the sheep, their care, and the frequency of their shearing. Darcy dealt with each query with a growing curiosity. What interest could an angel of death have in sheep?

A number of lambs had been born earlier in the year, and they examined each one to ensure they were thriving. As they were scrutinizing the last of the lambs, Graham turned towards the road. “Darcy, I see your wife.”

Elizabeth was making her way towards them with Rory at her side. The collie burst forth with a series of excited barks as was his wont when within sight of the sheep. The vision of his wife brought an automatic smile to Darcy’s face. At her wave, he raised his arm and waved back.

As she drew near, his spine stiffened. His happiness at seeing her was eclipsed by Graham’s unsettling presence. Darcy made an effort to smile. “I should have known you would be back to see the lambs this morning.”

“They are so adorable, and they will be grown soon, so I want to see them as often as possible.” Elizabeth faced the blond gentleman. “Mr. Graham, I hope you like our little herd. In the last year, we have attempted to expand our flock. Their wool is extremely fine and a popular material for pelisses and stockings.”

A smile lit up the man’s face as he stepped nearer to her. “Mrs. Darcy, your sheep are impressive, but I would greatly appreciate it if you would call me Graham. Darcy and I are so close that calling you Mrs. Darcy and your calling me Mr. Graham would feel wrong.”

Her eyes widened.

Although he maintained his countenance, Darcy cringed at the man’s presumption. However, he held his tongue; certainly, a more grievous reason to challenge him would present itself before long.

Graham’s words flowed out with eloquence. “I realize it might not be considered the height of propriety here, but I beg your indulgence. You see, in the section of Calabria where I live, we use given names unless we do not like each other. I am quite a vain man, and I cannot bear the thought that my hostess, and wife of my dearest old friend, dislikes me.”

Elizabeth glanced at Darcy, and he fought to keep his unease from showing on his countenance. He was tempted to state his objection, yet it was a small enough thing. His instincts told him to cooperate with the man for now.

Her easy smile had returned. “I have no objection to your request, Graham. Please feel free to call me Elizabeth.”

Quotes from reviews of Death Takes a Holiday at Pemberley:

5 Stars: “I think Kelly has a really good way of writing stories where the subplots make the main plot be even better as they fill it with more love, more surprises, more to think about.” -Blogger/Reviewer Ana Darcy, of My Vices and Weaknesses

5 Stars: “This was a thoroughly enjoying read. I felt like it was a mix between Pride and Prejudice and Meet Joe Black. I was charmed throughout the story. Highly recommend.” -Blogger/Reviewer Emily, of Musings From an Addicted Reader

5 Stars: “The author did an excellent job with the characters and plot. You will not want to put the book down.” -Blogger/Reviewer Babs, of Babs Book Bistro

5 Stars: “It was a quick read and thoroughly engaging. I thought it was a creative way to do a P&P sequel that I can recommend to other Austen fans who like to explore the world of her characters a little longer beyond ‘The end'” -Blogger/Reviewer Sophia Rose at Fangs, Wands & Fairy Dust

Author Bio:

Historical fiction author Kelly Miller discovered writing late in life, but it has quickly become a favorite pastime. When not pondering a plot point or a turn of phrase, she may be found playing the piano, singing, reading, or walking. Kelly Miller resides in Silicon Valley with her husband, daughter, and their many pets.

Author Links:

Goodreads | Facebook | Twitter: @kellyrei007 | Author Website | Amazon Author Page

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4 thoughts on “#Promo #Spotlight : Death Takes a Holiday at Pemberley by Kelly Miller @kellyrei007

  1. I read this book and it’s fantastic. It has this really strong sense of luminosity so it’s not so terrible as to scare the angst weenies, yet it’s edgy enough to satisfy those looking for drama. There are surprises throughout and an excellent conclusion.

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