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knocked her down and she has lost her spark. However, after a car
accident and awakening to find herself back in time with a man who
calls her his wife, she finally finds the spark she had lost. She
realizes it’s time to stop being scared and embrace the impossible.
from amnesia. He shrugs off her odd habits as side effects of her
accident. Distraught, he finds solace in keeping his distance at the
bottom of a glass of whiskey. He assumes she has another lover, since
she calls out for another man in the middle of the night, and when he
sees her in the arms of another man, he is heartbroken, and finds it
all too easy to sever what ties remain. When he comes to know the
error of his ways, he wonders if Elizabeth could ever forgive him for
his harsh judgment.
After taking another sip of her hot chocolate, she closed her eyes, visualizing Mr. Darcy proposing to her. She accepted at once. Lost in her daydream, she played out the scene where she believed Lizzy went wrong in denying poor Mr. Darcy. Instead of denying him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, showering him in kisses. She pinned him to the floor, and he was compliant. She stared into his dark chocolate eyes.
Before she could carry out the rest of her fantasy, the sound of a door creaking open caused her heart to pound against her rib cage. Great. I’m going to be assaulted by an intruder right in the middle of a damn good moment. My obituary will read: Elizabeth Bennet. Killed while daydreaming of Mr. Darcy, she thought grimly.
When she opened her eyes, she jumped out of bed as she saw Jo standing in front of her, arms folded across her chest. She was all dolled up in a black eighties sweaterdress, heels, and fishnet stockings. Compared to Elizabeth’s Cookie Monster pajamas and bunny slippers, Jo was a knockout. Elizabeth’s reflexes kicked in, and she threw the book at Jo.
“Are you trying to book me to death?” Jo laughed.
“That’s what you get for scaring the crap out of me.”
“Well, I’m thankful it wasn’t something more lethal, like your phone.”
Elizabeth couldn’t help but laugh. “Why are you barging into my house, anyway?”
“That’s what you get for giving me a spare key. I can invade your privacy anytime I want.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “Okay, hand it over. You’re abusing your key privileges.”
Jo shook her head. “No way, José.”
A lover of all romance, fantasy, cat whisperer, and Kermit
obsessed, the author currently lives in Virginia with her boyfriend
and two cats. She is a substitute teacher and aspires to fulfill her
dream of being a Special Education teacher.
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